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How long they kissed slipped Sarah's befuddled mind as all she knew was Gerard's body molded to hers. His lips and tongue worked hers as if they'd known her forever, finding every secret pleasure spot. At some point he backed her to a wall and the feel of his firm, masculine body pressing against hers in all the wonderfully ideal places brought waves of wet, hot bliss to her lower torso. More, she wanted more!
Sarah turned her head, inviting him to her neck and he accepted. Lips ran open kisses down followed by subtle nips to her tendons and his tongue, oh God...the things he did with his tongue inspired her to fantasize about Gerard and his talented muscle in other more intimate places on her body. She scraped her nails down his back until she found his taut bottom and made sure to bestow ample attention. He groaned and thrust his hips into hers, pinning her to the wall.
He slid the one hand from her back, and lifted her leg to curl it around his waist granting him greater access to her pelvis and commenced a slow grind leaving them both panting. His mouth found hers again while his hand braced him against the wall.
God how he wanted, how he needed this woman! How could this be? A passionate man, Gerard never denied himself anything or anyone he desired, but this...he never experienced a burning such as this.
"Oh God, Sarah," he murmured between frenetic French kisses; their tongues battling for dominance, but neither truly desiring victory.
"Jareth," she answered back in a lustful haze, her eyes closed, her hair disheveled.
"What?" he said, pulling his face away abruptly, the kissing at a cold end. "Did you just call me Jareth?"
"Wh-uh, no...I..." She spluttered, frantically trying to recover full brain power.
"Yes, you did," he said, accusing. He released her raised leg causing it to drop rapidly with a thud, but remained standing in close proximity.
"It's not what you think."
"Oh, I believe it's exactly what I think." His voice cut, stabbing like a fallen, deep winter icicle and Sarah wished at that moment to be a wallflower.
"Who is he?" Sarah dropped her eyes and squirmed. Gerard slammed both hands into the wall to either side of her head making her jump.
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Who is he?" he said, louder. By God, he'd make her talk. How dare she say
that man's name while they...while they were...
"I
can be cruel, Sarah. I'll not ask again."
His voice, his eyes, his very demeanor screamed Goblin King to her, calling forth all her old childhood emotions. Her lips quivered, her body shook, but with fear or restrained passion or an obscure mix of the two she knew not. Gulping she met his furious glare.
"I'm sorry, Gerard," she said his name clearly. "It was an accident. I wasn't thinking."
"
Sar-ah," he drawled the unspoken threat, his mismatched eyes sparking dangerously.
"I knew him years ago, when I was in high school." She explained quickly.
"He was a friend?"
"Not really, more of an opponent."
"Continue," he said flatly when she paused. His face still inches from hers.
"It's nothing, really." She shrugged, aiming for nonchalance. He didn't buy it.
"You went to school with this boy then? An old beau perhaps?"
"Oh, well...he...he wasn't a boy...exactly..." Gerard noticed she didn't deny the beau aspect. He wasn't boy...he was a man? An irrational wave of jealously and possessiveness swept him. He contained his need to control, to take; of course a thirty year old woman would have beaus and boyfriends before him. Hell, he dated how many women? But this was Sarah...damn it all...
his Sarah! Where did that thought spring from? He tried to clear his head, so foggy and confused; the pain from earlier still circling inside his skull.
Sarah swore she heard Gerard growl when she mentioned Jareth wasn't a boy and she shivered. Part of her wanted to run and hide, but most of her wanted to tear Gerard's clothes from his tone frame at the feral gleam in his eyes. It called to some primitive feminine aspect regardless of her higher brain functions talking sense about pushy men taking advantage and the entailing dangers.
"You won't believe me; you'll think I'm crazy," she proclaimed, her chin rising a bit in defiance.
"Allow me to judge that for myself," he whispered into her ear as he pressed his body fully to hers again. Her will to resist crumbled.
'
So be it,' she thought, '
he wants the truth he can damn well choke on it.' "
Well...have you ever heard of the Goblin King?" She swallowed, tried to breathe normally.
"No, but do go on," he said, his lips and tongue doing marvelous things to her ear and neck while his body undulated against hers. Sarah's arms hung uselessly to her sides while Gerard's hands grasped her hips tightly keeping their lower torsos joined.
"Oh, okay then, well..." she said, vaguely panting between sentences, "when I was fifteen and stupid and selfish, I wished my little brother away to the goblins..." Sarah continued an abbreviated, but truthful version of her story as Gerard worked his wiles upon her using every inch of his body. She knew he understood each word because occasionally he repeated key points back to her, either for clarification or in disbelief, but he never ceased his dissolute and highly distracting exertions on her body. Once at the end of her fantastic tale, Sarah's jell-oed bones refused to support her; only Gerard kept her standing. At some point he'd unbuttoned her shirt exposing her front fastening bra; when had that happened? Specific events during her tale slipped through her mind without attaching.
"You're right, I don't believe you," Gerard stated plainly between kisses to her neck.
"I knew it."
"But I don't think you're crazy."
"I should be offended."
"You should."
"But I'm not, why is that?"
"Sarah." He stood and looked at her eye-to-eye, "I won't pretend that I don't hate this Jareth, whoever he is, for doing this to you." He reached down to the snap of her bra while maintaining eye contact, "...for being in your life before me," His hands caressed her softly for a moment before setting her free, and the chill air was a sharp contrast to her warm skin. She gasped.
"But I swear to you that I'll do everything in my power to erase this Goblin King from your memory," his hands teased her and she moaned, "from your life," Gerard knelt down, placing kisses along the way ending at her cleavage, "and from your heart."
He looked up from his kneeling position, his face nestled at her breasts, his expression sincere, and Sarah gazed down in awe at this man so like and unlike the supernatural Goblin King. Running her fingers through his hair, she smiled as he closed his currently guileless eyes in contentment. Then he opened them again and asked in his sultry baritone:
"Do you want it?"
Without hesitation, Sarah answered fervently, her eyes glowing with passion, "
Yes, God, yes!"
And in one fluid, graceful motion, Gerard stood, swept her into his arms, and carried her to her bedroom, Sarah fiercely hugging him the entire way. Gerard somehow instinctively knew the position of Sarah's bed in the darkness, laying her upon the duvet as his lips possessed her mouth and his body partially covered hers. With little light aiding them until their eyes adapted, their hands guiding them: each roaming, divesting, and exploring freely without pause. Sarah unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it from his pants until he matched her upper torso nudity. She ran her hands over his bare skin as Gerard moved lower to seize her harden nipples in his mouth and suckled. She moaned, arching her back and grasping his head, her fingers threading in his short locks. He gently nipped one then the other as he moved one hand lower to rest at the apex of her inner thighs,
"Oh, G-Gerard...," she said, her legs opening to welcome him.
"Sarah," he murmured to her breast while his hand firmly massaging her through her pants. With a steady rhythm, Gerard thrusting hips matched that of his hand as he gradually worked of his legs between hers.
Sarah threw her head back against the mattress holding Gerard close to her chest and reveled in the feel of his hard body moving to hers. His mouth and tongue laving at her breasts, his male hardness so obviously calling attention to itself at her hip, and his hand, OHGOD, his hand rubbing so deliberately; that very hand which now unzipped her pants and slipped inside her panties and oh, oh, oh...
"Sarah, my Sarah, you're so wet for me," he said, his voice thick and husky at her ear. When had he moved upwards? She felt his fingers delved expertly between her folds before plunging inside her, his thumb rubbing, kneading her, using her own slickness to manipulate her body in all the right ways. She could feel how close to bliss she was already, her body jerking, wanting to lose control. How did he know her so well?
"Oh, oh, Jer, oh..." he stopped then, ceased his efforts but not cruelly. He kissed her kindly.
"Not yet, my Sarah," Gerard stated with a smile before he worked her pants down her legs kissing her bare skin the entire way. Her mind a fog, Sarah watched with lust dulled eyes as Gerard stood at the side of her bed and quickly finished undressing; his moonlight skin becoming one with the night. Sarah sighed at his masculine beauty, tears of overwhelming emotion filling her eyes.
"Don't cry, sweet Sarah, tonight I set you free," he proclaimed as he crawled back onto the bed positioning himself at her feet.
"I'm not crying," she replied and smiled as treacherous tears coursed down her face. Gerard leaned over her, their chests touching, and kissed each moist trail dry.
"Do you trust me?"
She nodded, "Yes."
"Good, I only want to make you happy, forever."
A strange harsh laugh escaped her, "That's not long at all."
Cocking his head to the side, he furrowed his brows, "No, it isn't." He kissed her deeply, passionately and Sarah lost herself in the sensation, wrapping her arms and legs around him and held him close. She felt the tip of his rigid manhood nudge at her entrance and it felt so right, so perfect.
"Please, Gerard, please," she whispered into his mouth.
"Yes," he replied, gutturally and with a groan he slid into her tight channel, his hips and buttocks twitching reflexively as he meet her natural resistance.
"Uhhh...S-Sarah..." he moaning, his forehead collapsed to her shoulder while she arched her back again, her legs widening and tucking around him to pull him in farther. The waited for a moment, adjusting to the massive physical overload, both nearly touching heaven at this one act. Once their panting slowed and they recovered slightly, Gerard pushed off of her and their eyes met, heat flaring. Without speaking they reached a mutual decision, and Gerard leaned back on his heels, pulled Sarah's legs up to his shoulders then leaned forward again to rest his weight on his hands; their eyes never leaving one another.
The pace he set was rough, almost brutal, and Sarah cried out, not in pain or complaint but rather ecstasy. Reaching out as far as she could, she clasped his buttocks with her hands, her nails clawed into his flesh enough to draw blood. A growl-like sound issued forth from Gerard at the spiking pain which drove his lust higher, and he plunged harder, faster into Sarah, the force shifting them across the bed.
"Oh, God, oh, God, Gerard, harder!" she shrieked. He felt a fresh surge of moisture envelop his cock and Sarah's walls quivered. She was close. A feeling rose up from deep within him, making him want to dominate and possess her in every way known to a man. Some small, still rational portion of his mind questioned this need within himself, but otherwise he surrendered to the primal requirement as his own orgasm crested.
"Precious Sarah," he said as he thrust, watching her enraptured face turned towards him, "You're mine," he rammed hard and she screamed his name as she came, "mine forever," he cried out, his voice cracking as his own little death overcame him.
"Yours," she whispered, Gerard collapsing upon her, spent, her legs relaxing, sliding to the bed, "yours forever," she said, smiling contentedly then embraced the exhausted man as he lie atop her. Soon they were both asleep.
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Every direction he turned confounded him. The laws of gravity and physics upended until his mind babbled incoherently. Impossible! He ran one way only to discover his destination reversed. Having run for days, hours, years, he struggled to remember his identity or destination, anything of use. What manner of hell? His heart raced, a cold sweat coated his skin, and his panting echoed in his ears, the substantial obscurity absorbing his voice. Running faster and faster brought him around slower and slower; reminding him of a gravitational time dilation as theorized by Einstein. He froze mid-stride.
'Wait, I've studied Einstein...' he thought, struggling to remember anything else personal. Much like finding the first key puzzle piece his memory sped up, 'I studied at...Oxford!' he felt triumphant at this fragment. His brows furrowed, 'My name, my name...is...my name is Gerard!'
"Yes!" he exclaimed into the enveloping black, only the stone path showing his way. "Gerard Scott! My name is Gerard Scott!" he shouted.
"Gerard?" He looked up to see Sarah standing several feet away on the same flagstone as he. A flowing white robe draped about her body concealing all but her head.
"Sarah? What are you doing here? Where are we?" He stepped closer, concerned at her blank expression, worried at their circumstances.
"Do you want it?" she asked without inflection, and held out a white, glowing crystal orb cupped in her outstretched palm.
"Sarah?" he asked again, wary, uncertain of her intentions. Something was wrong, strange.
"Do you want it?" She repeated, stepping closer, the robes drifting silently.
"Who are you? You're not my Sarah." Gerard backed away throwing up his arms in defense when Sarah lobbed the crystal at his face.
"Aaarrrhh!"
"Gerard, Gerard, wake up!"
Opening his eyes, he saw Sarah sitting next to him in her bed shrouded in pre-dawn gray. Her hands clasped his shoulders and he realized he'd been trying to fight her off. He barely saw that her eyes were dilated and anxious.
"Sarah?"
"Yes, it's me. Are you okay?" She loosened her death grip on his shoulders; he allowed his head to droop, his chin touching his chest.
"I...I'm not sure...another nightmare."
"Another?"
He nodded, "I had one a few nights ago, my first ever."
"Ever in your life?"
"Yes."
"Wow, I wish I could say that," she said, incredulous. Picking his head up, he tilted it meeting her gaze.
"You often have nightmares?" he asked, and she detected a noted of concerned curiosity.
"Most of my life... since I was a teenager."
"What about?" Sarah quirked an eyebrow giving him a 'duh' look, "Ah, yes, the Goblin King I presume." Gerard shifted closer to drape his arm around her bare shoulders, "He frightens you so much, then?"
"Not exactly," she said and at his confused expression she continued quickly, "I was never really scared of the Goblin King as I was of what he represented; my failure as a sister and being good person." Leaning into his warmth, Sarah accepted the comfort he offered laying her head on his smooth, naked chest.
"Ah, I see." He nodded. His deep voice rumbled in her ear soothing her mind as it did earlier at dinner. How odd that his electric touch and magical voice could instantly pacify her frantic mind and nerves where most all methods and men utterly failed. Gerard absentmindedly rubbed her shoulder, his hand lightly stroking her skin and Sarah snuggled closer.
"And you, what did you dream about?" she asked, placing her palm flat to his abdomen, her thumb casually moving back and forth.
He frowned with a furrowed brow, "I'm not entirely sure. I remember only fragments." He rested his chin upon her head. "I was lost, confused, didn't know who I was."
"Amnesia?"
"I suppose, very strange that these disturb me now. I wonder why?"
"Have you ever suffered from memory problems?"
"Not that I'm aware of," he laughed harshly causing her to jump a bit, "but then I wouldn't remember if I had, would I then?"
Sarah smiled wanly at his joke, "No, I guess not."
Gerard kissed the crown of her head, enjoying the floral scent of her hair, "Still a bit more time before your evil alarm, off to sleep, my sweet Sarah."
She sat up and grinned, "I'm not sleepy anymore."
"Do tell," he smirked, his eyes glinting in the lowlight as he reclined, pulling her with him, "Well, then, whatever can we do to fill the time?" She giggled, sliding her nude body astride his beneath the covers.
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A/N: Thanks for the quote correct Moira! It's been years since I've since the movie but I've always loved that scene. I've fixed it in the last chapter. As for Gerard...you know what they say about assuming. And I do love writing twisting plots!
