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The Goblin King of Rock 'n' Roll	By : Jetredgirl Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 3801 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Sorry this is day later than I had hoped, I've had to struggle to get it edited with my computer freezing, browser freezing, my internet going offline, the site logging me out..etc...and that's just today! Eesh! I've literally being sometimes editing one sentence, then hit save, one sentence, then hit save, over and over, just to get it done.
This is a rather fluffy chapter(like marshmallow fluff with caramel sauce and sprinkles), but S&J needed a less intense interaction, to begin to form those delicate bonds that would let her open to him. Sarah needs a reason to NOT fear Jareth or her reaction to him, something fun and fairly normal from her POV. I don't usually title my chapters, but I unofficially call this one, "Breakfast with The King." :)
Chapter 5
The next morning, Sarah was awakened by a knock on the door. She turned over and snuggled deeper into the sumptuous bed, trying to ignore it.
The knocking got louder and more insistent.
"Argh..fine!" She exclaimed finally, sitting up. She climbed out of bed, threw on her robe and made her way to the door, stretching and yawning.
"Who is it?" She asked, pausing for a reply before opening the door. She hoped it wasn't Mr. King, she wasn't ready for that first thing, before coffee.
"Mr. Fox, Miss Williams." Was the reply she got. Thank goodness.
She unlocked and pulled open the door to see the thin little man fidgeting nervously.
"Good morning, My Lady!" He said, bowing, a big smile on his face.
"Yeah..morning." Sarah answered, still sleepy. "What's going on?"
Mr. Fox stood straight, as if at attention. "I am here to formally invite you to breakfast on behalf of Mr. King. He would like you to join him in one hour in his rooms, to begin the process of writing your story."
Sarah groaned a little. since when does a rock star get up before noon? It's not even 8 am yet! She figured he was up all night frolicking with the infamous groupie.
"It's a little early, isn't it?" She asked Mr. Fox.
"Mr. King is not one to dawdle in bed laying about. He does not need much sleep." He replied.
Interesting, she thought. "Alright. I suppose. I need to shower and change. 9 am then?"
Mr. Fox smiled again. "I will relay your acceptance to Mr. King. Please do not keep him waiting. He is a stickler for punctuality."
Sarah rolled her eyes. "Geez. Okay okay, I'll be there. which rooms are his?"
"Why the rooms right next to yours. I thought you knew." Mr. Fox said, sounding confused that she did not realize it.
"Figures." She said, shaking her head. She really really needed to get another room now.
"Goodbye Mr. Fox. I'll be there." She said, closing the door.
"Farewell, My Lady!" She heard as she turned to head back into the room.
She gathered some clothes, simple pants, jacket, button down shirts, undergarments, and plain sensible shoes.
Maybe if she played down her appearance as much as possible, it would help keep him at bay.
Once she showered and changed, she put her hair up and fetched her glasses. she kept her face plain except for a little clear gloss and a touch of mascara.
Conservative, plain, unassuming. Professional. Walls up.
She kept telling herself this like a mantra as she readied herself and made her way to the large double doors down the hall with the huge bodyguard planted firmly in front of them.
The guard smiled at her as she handed him her pass and ID.
"Sarah Williams, here to see Mr. King, per his request." She announced firmly.
The large man nodded and opened the doors, letting her in. She looked at her watch. 8:55 am. Good, 5 minutes early.
She saw a gorgeous breakfast laid out in the dining area and went and sat down, quietly waiting for "His self important royal acting pain in the butt" to show up.
She pulled out her tape recorder and her notepad. She went over her listen of topics and questions, trying to decide what to to cover this morning. MAybe she would stick to the basics today.
"Ahhh..Sarah, I'm so happy you agreed to join me." She heard behind her..once again that silken voice washing over her, making her tingle and jump a little, then turn.
"Oh..Hi! Mr. King! Good morning!" She answered, put on a facade of false self assuredness. "Thank you for inviting me. I'm starving and this looks great."
He was standing behind her, his eyes dancing with amusement. She saw he was simply dressed in a black t shirt and black jeans. His hair was pulled back, and he was barefoot and barehanded.
The only adornment at all was his unusual necklace. She squinted her eyes a little trying to think where she had seen the design before.
"Please eat, Sarah, don't wait on my account. There is plenty, and more can be retrieved with a simple summoning."
Sarah turned back to face the table. Her stomach grumbling. She really was pretty hungry.
Jareth sensed she was a bit insecure of where things stood between them.
He also could tell she was trying very hard to be plain and boring, to make herself unattractive to him.
She had no idea he could see right through it, down to her very soul. That he could sense, feel, even smell her emotions.
Her subtle hormonal changes she wore like perfume at the presence of her true mate, only he would know. Still, her efforts were humorous to him.
Maybe he would play along today, for fun. He did so love little games.
He went to the other side of the table and sat, laying a napkin in his lap.
"Coffee, Sarah?" He offered, picking up the pot.
She nodded. "Oh Lord, yes, please. I am complete coffee addict." She answered.
He poured some into her cup, and pushed it to sit in front of her. "There is a selection of creamers, and sugar. If you want a flavor not here please tell me."
Sarah put a spoon of sugar and selected Irish cream creamer. "This fine, this is my favorite." She told him, holding the cup in her hands and sipping. She sighed with relief at the warmth that permeated her body.
Her body responded with gratefulness for the ingestion of the warm caffeinated drink. "Aren't you going to have any, Mr. King?"
He shook his head. "I prefer tea, I'm afraid. I have a special blend made for me."
He took the tea ball with the herbs already prepared, put it into a cup, and poured hot water over it. Then he dipped the tea up and down into the cup, steeping it gently.
Sarah watched this process with rapt attention. His touch was so delicate, so genteel, it surprised her.
It also made her think thoughts she should not be thinking.
Like of those long tapered fingers sensually running over her skin with that light soft touch. The thought made her tingle again, in places she tried to ignore.
She gritted her teeth and shoved those thoughts back, again. She has spent way too much time trying NOT to think those types of thoughts since she first met this man.
Jareth watched her watch him. He knew what she was thinking and that was the point. He smiled a little, watching her thoughts race across her face as she sipped her coffee. She was completely transparent.
That she wanted him was clear, especially after the night before. Kissing him, letting him in, even for just a moment, he felt the budding emotions coming from her clearly as if she were screaming them at him.
Then she shut the door on them, pulling back. He knew then he should let her come to him.
He knew she would.
If he was too vigorous in his pursuit, she would fly away like a frightened bird.
So he would wait, let her learn to trust him, then simply hold out his hand with the food placed in it.
She would come and land right in his hand and feed. Finally fully trusting he would not crush her, but cherish her, like the gift from the heavens that she was.
He set the tea ball down and sipped. Savoring The taste of the herbs grown and dried by hand for him.
In truth much aboveground food and drink did not agree with him. He could eat only whole organic foods.
The processed foods made him ill. and most produce in the mortal world was covered in chemicals.
He had a small farm and hothouse carefully maintained and taken care of by well paid mortals. He had the foodstuffs delivered and shipped wherever he would be.
More often than not the food traveled with his entourage, carefully packed into personal plane, bus or whatever mode was used.
Meats, breads, fruits, vegetables, all carefully prepared without chemicals and unnecessary processing.
It was difficult, and he had to pay many many people to look the other way to get it through customs. With enough money and clout, anything was possible.
He uncovered the dishes; eggs, bacon, potatoes, toast, fruit all carefully prepared. He waved his hand over them gesturing to Sarah to take whatever she wished. "Again, please, help yourself."
Sarah took a piece of toast and buttered it, then spooned some jam on it. When she bit into it there was an explosion of perfect sweet, flavor. She rolled her eyes in pleasure. Peaches..she loved peaches.
"Oh my goodness, this jam is amazing!" She told Jareth, who was carefully, she might say almost daintily, doing the same as she had.
He grinned. "It is my favorite. I have special affinity for peaches."
Sarah nodded. "Oh my God me too! I didn't when I was kid, but sometime in my teens I started to just..love the taste."
"Odd, that. How one can just suddenly begin loving a particular type of flavor." He answered, grinning wider.
She gave him a confused look, not sure where he was going. "Yeah..I guess. I mean it happens a lot. Especially when a woman gets pregnant. Pregnant women often have weird cravings."
Pregnant? Why the hell am I talking to him about pregnant women all of the sudden? Crap. She thought herself.
Jareth laughed. "I suppose that is true. I have not spent much time with pregnant women. Have you?" He asked.
"Well, my stepmother. She had my brother when I was 13, almost 14. She craved pickles, and this disgusting stinky cheese my dad had to go 3 towns over to buy. Oh, and apple sauce. Really random stuff." She answered. smiling at the memory.
Now she could laugh about it. At the time, she was sullen and resentful of the attention Karen had gotten from her dad.
"You have a brother? Tell me about him." He said smoothly. Of course he knew the answer.
Sarah smiled widely in spite of herself. "His name is Toby, he 10, now. He is the light of my life."
"When he was little, the first year or so, I couldn't stand him. Then one day I woke up, and realized I loved him. From that day on, he became pretty much my best friend."
"I can't imagine who or what I would be if he wasn't here."
Sarah felt that particular stab of fear and possessiveness she got now and then when thinking about, or talking about Toby.
She didn't know where it came from. Once in a while, she had this deep seeded fear of losing him. Of him disappearing from her life.
"Sounds Like a fine lad." Jareth answered.
"He is! He is funny, and clever, loves puzzles and games. So creative. He will be something great someday."
Jareth knew why that was. While unchanged, the boy had been touched by magic. His magic. Because of that he will always be extraordinarily gifted.
"I'm sure he will, Sarah. How could he not? He is your brother after all, and you are already something great." A Queen in the making, he thought.
"Oh he is going to be way more special than I am, or ever was. I'm just plain and ordinary." Trying to convince him of it.
She was shocked when he reached over and ran a long pale finger over her cheek. "You are no such thing. There are no words that describe how extraordinary you are."
Her eyes looked up and met his. For some reason, she absolutely believed every word he had said.
She really did think that he saw her that way, in that moment.
She shook it off, clearing her throat. "Mr. King, there is something I need to speak to you about.
"First, I must apologize for my unprofessional behavior up until this point. I swear this is not my usual self. I...don't know what has come over me."
"I've been so emotional, silly, and practically falling all over myself. I have never been this flustered. I'm known for being very calm and rational." She paused and took a sip of coffee.
"Most of all, I want apologize for.."Sarah swallowed hard to get out the next words. "For kissing you last night. It was a stupid stupid thing to do. Can we please forget it ever happened, and get down to the business of conducting this interview and getting this story done?"
Jareth said nothing, letting her words play over in his head. He sipped his tea and refused to meet her eyes for a moment. He needed think before speaking.
Finally he looked up. "Sarah, you have not done anything to make me think badly of you." He wanted to choose his words carefully. "I do not believe you have anything to apologize for but I will accept your apology, if it will make you feel better."
Sarah felt a rush of relief, then he spoke again.
"However, I do not regret last night, at all. No matter what may occur in the coming days that kiss will be a gift I will cherish."
"There is nothing wrong with kisses. People take them for granted. Well, most people take them for granted. I do not. A kiss freely given is one of the sweetest gifts one can receive."
There was a quirk, most of the groupie circle spoke of. Jareth King refused to kiss any of them. He may let them pleasure him, but never, ever, did his lips touch another mortal female's lips except Sarah's.
They never will either, he thought. Only her. No kiss would ever be as sweet, and giving.
He tried to keep from smiling as he remembered how delicious her lips had tasted. He was certain every part of her tasted as sweet if not sweeter. soon he would find out.
Sarah blushed. "Oh. Well, okay. I guess. Thank you then. For the gift." She smiled at him.
He tilted his head and nodded slightly. "You are welcome, sweet Sarah."
He gestured for her to hand him her plate. "Here, please let me, what would you like?"
"Oh I'm not choosy really. Some of everything." She answered, then blushed a little redder than before.
He paused. "What is it?" He asked, curious at her embarrassment. He did find is very charming, how she blushed so often.
Hard to hide your feelings when even your skin color gives you away, he thought.
"I guess I'm not too ladylike. I like to eat. You are probably used to women who do that whole "I'm a woman so of course I never eat." thing. I don't do that. My stepmother would be appalled." She shrugged.
He laughed a little, then spooned a hearty amount of each dish on her plate. "Yes, I know a great deal of females that do that. A bit silly if you ask me. If you are hungry, you should eat. I like a woman with healthy appetites."
He winked as handed her the plate, making her giggle nervously. Her skin remained red.
The rest of the meal went by quickly. Sarah asked him questions about his life, his influences, all the facts she needed for her story.
He answered her automatically. He hated to tell untruths and in fact abhorred directly lying to her.
He recited the facts of the story of his mortal life, the one he had created to use as a cover for who and what he really was.
It was a mixture really. Yes, his parents were still alive, he had siblings. He never had formal voice training, being born with his talents.
The story of meeting his band mates and recording the music, all the tour stories, those he could tell without guilt.
Sarah found herself enchanted with him. His stories, his laugh. His smile made her smile. She could not help it.
She giggled at his stories of life on tour around the world, all the crazy things he had experienced.
The way his eyes danced as he regaled her with stories of his childhood. She felt herself relaxing in his presence for the first time.
"..And then, my cousin, the git that he was, fell out of the cupboard laughing so hard the jig was up. The cook chased us out of the kitchen screaming madly, with her wooden spoon waving in the air."
Sarah laughed. "Well I don't blame her. If you would have put jumping spiders in my containers to jump out at me, then hid to watch the results I would have done more than scream at you."
Jareth laughed with her. how he loved the sound of her laugh. He could listen to it for eternity.
"Did you get into trouble.?" She asked.
My mother had us scrubbing the kitchen floors for a week. It was worth it though. My father just shook his head and wagged his finger at us. Then he wandered off muttering about how he was cursed with the most obstinate, trouble making son that ever drew a breath."
"I think your father had a point, if you ask me." Sarah answered still chuckling.
Jareth had to chuckle along merrily at her words. "Yes, I do believe he did."
"Do you see your family much? With all the touring and stuff? It must be hard to be away." Sarah asked.
Jareth's face fell, a hint of longing crept into his voice, despite himself. "I have not seen them in many years now. I hope to get the chance soon. I think they would like you very much Sarah."
Sarah thought. "Maybe after the tour. Or, you could invite them to a show or something, fly them in? Shouldn't be a problem with your resources. I would love to speak with them."
Jareth became evasive. "Yes, maybe. That is something to think about. They do not like to be far from home though. This lifestyle is not something they would approve of."
Sarah nodded. "I understand. My parents didn't want me going into the music business either. Even if it was to write about it."
"They thought it might be a corruptive influence. They won't let Toby even come and visit me in LA. I have to go to them in Rhode Island if I want to see him."
Jareth gave her a small grin, letting the subject drop.
Sarah wiped her mouth and laid the napkin down on the table. "Thank you for the wonderful breakfast, Mr. King. It was delicious. Your cook is to be commended on his or her skills."
"You are very welcome. My cook is a he by the way. His name is Jerry. I will relay him your compliments." He nodded a little in thanks.
"Another well paid staff member I take it?" Sarah inquired of the man sitting across from her.
"Absolutely. I believe in rewarding loyalty and superior skill. If you treat your people well they will perform at a level to maintain that treatment." He answered, in a slightly kingly tone.
Besides, it's not like mortal currency would do him any good once he returned home. All of it will be put into trusts for those who earned it, after he left he want to make sure they were taken care of.
For a king, these actions were automatic.
These were his people here, and he would always consider them such. He wished he could bring them with him. It was almost impossible to get approval for one, much less a dozen or more.
Sarah he planned to marry, so there would be no question, and no need to argue about it.
Once they were bonded as a king he was free to bring her there to wed her and make her immortal.
For others such as Roxanna, whose family was certainly noble but not royal, the approval of the courts were needed.
An approval that was rarely given.
He felt badly for her.
She had truly loved her mortal husband so deeply.
He had stood up for at the time, but it had been futile.
Most looked to The Goblin King with disdain anyway, thinking his contact with humans had tainted him with compassion for the so called "lower race."
Children were altogether different as their innocence gave them over to change so easily. It happened naturally by just being in the underground.
The children adopted into their kind were NOT looked down upon by most, because of this. They grew up as immortal beings therefore had retained little or nothing of their humanity.
The process for adults was much more tricky and dangerous, and they retained their mortal personalities.
Sarah stood up. This action Jareth out of his thoughts, and he stood up as well.
"Well, Mr. King, I would really like to begin speaking with a few of your crew. Also your band members. When could I do that?" She asked him.
"Let me make a quick inquiry to see who is available. Please remain here and I will let you know who is up and around."
He went into the bedroom area and used the phone. Sarah sat back down and poured herself another cup of coffee and sipped at it while waiting.
A few minutes later he came back to the table. "Starr and Thomas are ready and waiting. Their rooms are 3 doors down to the left."
"Oh, they share a room?" Sarah wondered. This was news to her. She figured they all had their own rooms.
"By their own choice. They are involved in a romantic relationship. Have been for several years. I think they prefer to keep it between them. Starr is a very private woman." He informed her. Not so subtly telling her to keep that out of the article.
She drained her remaining coffee in 2 gulps, sat her cup down and stood up again.
"I see. Well I can respect that. I'm no gossip columnist, Mr. King. My main focus is on you for this story. I see no need to mention it."
"Thank you, Sarah. I try not to pry into the personal lives of my people." He took a step towards her.
Before he got any further, she stuck her hand out. Prompting him to reluctantly take it and give it a halfhearted shake.
"Thanks again for the food. So, 2 more shows here then on to London?" She put a stern tone to her voice.
Jareth tried to keep from smiling at her seriousness. He found her efforts to remain at arms length, literally, utterly charming.
"Yes, as you know I have my own plane, I will make sure you get all the necessary information you need. You do have your passport, I assume?" He told her.
"I'm ready to go, when it's time. I'm staying packed mostly, except for what I absolutely need." She said as she made her way to the door.
She turned and almost bumped into him. She didn't realize he had followed so closely behind.
"Excuse me, Sarah, I apologize. I was just going to open the door for you." He smiled down at her.
"Uhh..yeah..okay. Well..Good day, Mr. King." She turned as he reached around and opened the door, brushing against her.
The light touch sending chills up and down the arm he had made contact with.
The guard smiled at her as she gave him a quick nod as she passed him. She skittered down the hallway, looking for the room where the 2 band members were waiting.
Jareth closed the door, laughing to himself and shaking his head.
Sarah Sarah Sarah..he thought..how you delight me!
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