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His Champion's Journey	By : Jetredgirl Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 4626 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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They next day was easier on Sarah's legs since they were going downhill. So far, except for the first night, they had been lucky and not faced any true danger.
When they reached the valley floor it was early afternoon so they stopped and took a break. More water and fruit. Sarah had one of her power bars, seeing she had quite a few left. Well at least they would be at the river that night or in the morning. Jareth had said food was plentiful there.
Jareth took out a piece of parchment and was writing something out using an aboveground pen Sarah provided, so Sarah wandered around a bit. She noted he was left handed. Interesting. She thought she would ask him later if it was opposite of the above and most people here were left handed instead of right.
Jareth warned her not to go far so she just walked a wide circle around the area where he was.
As she walked she noticed a very alluring scent. She breathed in, trying to follow it. She got a little farther than she had planned but knew where she was so she figured 20 more feet wouldn't matter.
What she found were flowers. A small clearing filled with huge flowers. They were at least a few feet across, blue and purple and red, orange and yellow. They smelled heavenly she stepped inside the clearing and breathed deeply.
The feeling of euphoria overtook her and she moved further inside the circle.
One flower seemed to move closer to her, drawing her towards it. The patterns shifting on the huge petals..as she got closer she saw what looked liked veins of a deep color running all through it. The shifting patterns entranced her.
She reached out to touch, eyes wide with wonder...
She was jerked back and practically thrown out of the clearing. Landing hard she heard a screeching sound behind her. She rolled to looked and see Jareth, sword raised and...
The flower she had been about to touch had a developed a very large mouth full of razor sharp teeth and a long pointed tongue. Jareth swung and unceremoniously separated the flower from the stalk, purple blood spurting from the wound.
Other flowers rose up and started screeching but Jareth was already out of the clearing, dragging her off the ground and running for safety.
They reached the spot their gear was at and he practically threw her down, turning away, hands on hips, trying to catch his breath.
Sarah could tell he was trying to control his emotions as he stood there, his jaw clenched, his fists opening and closing.
Sarah just sat there letting her breath and heartbeat normalize, Landing hard twice had knocked her breath out of her.
Irritated she finally spoke. "Did you have to be so rough? Damn." She grumbled, rubbing her knee where she had landed the first time.
He turned on her. Eyes shooting fire. He kept his voice surprisingly calm at first. "Sarah...you were not supposed to wander away from me. I thought I was clear how dangerous this place is for a human. You are lucky I got concerned and I went looking for you. One second more those blood flowers would have had you and you would have been an empty shell in seconds!" He voice rose as he spoke. "Many of the things you take for granted, flowers, trees, anything here..could be sentient and try to kill you at any time! You need to listen to me!"
He reached out and yanked her up to look him in the face. "I do not tell you these things for my protection but yours! Stupid girl!" His eyes bore into hers, daring her to argue.
This made Sarah mad, shocking her out of her haze. "Hey! I am NOT stupid because I don't know about the murderous vegetation in a world I'm not from! I admit I'm not the smartest human that ever lived, but don't call me stupid!" She jerked herself away from him and stomped over to where her pack was leaning against a rock, turned and sat down, glaring right back at The Goblin King.
They stared each other down for several minutes, until Jareth looked away. He ran his hand through his hair, it having come down in the fight with the flower and dash for safety.
He took cord off and shook his head, tossing his long hair, then sat down himself.
Sarah took a deep breath and tried to relax, letting her anger drain out of her. She dug in her bag for her brush and walked over behind Jareth. "Let me." She said. He handed her the cord and dropped his hands.
She brushed his hair back into a ponytail, running her fingers through his feather soft blond locks. It didn't feel greasy or dirty at all, unlike her own. She got it tied firmly at the nape of his neck and walked around the fallen log to sit beside him. "I didn't mean..to do anything wrong. They just smelled so good and.."
He held up his hand. "I should not have yelled at you. You are right. You are not stupid you just did not know. You could not know. You are really incredibly bright. I was just..when I saw you about to be devoured by that monster..." He could not say it. The fear he felt at losing her was even more frightening to him than the initial fright of seeing her in that clearing. He did not want to care so much.
She nodded and looked away from him to the ground, staring at her boots.
"Thank you...Jareth." She said quietly. She grabbed his hand and squeezed it. "Thank you for saving me."
When she looked up at him, his gaze was still intense, but it was different. There was a flash of some unnamed emotion, and it was gone.
He ran a gloved finger over her cheek, rubbing dirt off. "You are filthy." He smirked.
She giggled. "I know. Will I be able to bathe in the river?" She asked. The spot where he touched her cheek tingled.
"Yes. The water is wonderful. Cleansing. You do not even need soap and you can wash your clothes there too. You will see. Though I think we will walk a couple of more hours then camp for the night, reaching it in the morning. We have traveled much faster than I have thought and have at least a day's cushion. Let us get our things." He said, standing. He offered her his hand, she took it and he pulled her up.
They trekked a few more hours then found a spot to rest for the night. Jareth made their food, noting he was getting low on supplies. He could stock up a bit when they reach the river in the morning. There was lots of vegetation that would be good for several days, roots and tubers were plentiful.
Sarah was tired and ate, then went right to bed.
Jareth took out his carving he was working on and got settled, sitting cross legged on his bedroll in front of the fire.
Thank the Gods he was able to get a decent nights sleep the night before, with the owls as sentries.
He went over what had happened earlier that day.
She had not known how close she was to being killed. The moment she would have touched that blood flower, it would have shot of it's razor sharp tongue right into her jugular, wrapped her in it's vines and drained her of blood in a matter of less than a minute. The things were brutal. He had seen it happen before.
He shuddered. "Nasty things." He mumbled under his breath. His eyes slid to the sleeping woman. She had laid her bed out only a few feet away from his this night. He would bet her fear had outweighed her disdain for him on this occasion.
Another sleepless night for The Goblin King, he thought to himself as worked on his carving, passing the time.

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Jareth woke Sarah up a little earlier than she usually woke, eager to get to the river. She put her shoes on and gathered all her belongings quickly seeing Jareth was practically jumping up and down with energy.
It took only a couple of hours to get there.
"Listen." Jareth told her.
They stopped and she concentrated on the sounds. There. The barest hint, but it was there. Rushing water.
They grinned at each other and walked faster, reaching the river in a matter of minutes.
Sarah loved it. The water was clear and sparkling, she kneeled next to it and splashed the water on her face.
"Oh this feels wonderful!" She exclaimed.
She turned and her mouth dropped open.
Jareth had removed everything but the thin leggings he had been wearing under his leather pants and those he rolled up. Not giving her any mind, he waded in, then dove underwater.
Sarah watched him and admired his gorgeous physique. He was lean and toned, his pale skin having a slight sparkle in the sunlight.
He came back up and smiled at her. "Aren't you coming?"
She blushed. "Well..I don't really have anything to wear. I didn't plan on a swimming party." Then she thought. "Wait hang on!"
She dug through her bag then went behind a tree.
Her other bra was a black sports bra, and she had on boyshorts so she would be decently covered. They were black cotton so nothing would show through.
She changed then came out from behind the tree, threw her dirty clothes by her bag and waded in.
It feel incredible. The water was cool but not freezing. She ducked her head under and came up close to Jareth.
"This is amazing. Your were right I feel clean again." She laughed, overjoyed at the feeling.
When she came up she was facing his back. He was running his fingers through his loose hair and shaking it around.
She loved watching him move. He had a swimmers body. The lean muscles working under his skin.
He was incredibly graceful.
Jareth turned and caught her gaping at him. He winked at her and gave her a wicked, knowing smile. "Enjoying the view, Sarah?"
Her mouth slammed closed. She blushed hotly, so she dunked herself under the water again.
How could someone so irritating be so damn handsome? She thought to herself.
Jareth moved to the bank and sat, tipping his head back to the sun. Sarah splashed around a little while longer then joined him.
They said nothing as the let the warmth of the sun dry them off.
Out of the corner of his eye, Jareth looked at her. She was incredibly attractive. Her body curvy, legs long, her expanse of skin between her top and bottoms flat. He could see her navel.
His hands itched to touch her soft skin.
He felt a pull below and sat up, trying to get the thought out of his mind. He should not let himself think those things. In little more than a week she would be gone. He shut down his feelings and stared forward at the trees on the other side.
"If we dip our clothes in they will be clean too." He said, trying to get his mind off things.
She opened her eyes and sat up to face him.
The first thing she noticed, was that he was not wearing gloves. She could not remember seeing him without gloves, ever. Yet there they were his bare hands lying on his thighs.
"I don't think I've ever seen your hands. You have musicians' hands." She remarked.
He looked at them, turning them over a couple of times. "I never thought about it." He shrugged and laid them back down.
Feeling forward, she picked one of his hands up and cradled it between hers. He jerked, startled, but did not pull away. Touching another without permission was not done in the underground. Her touch, however, was gentle and he unexpectedly welcomed it.
"Why do you wear gloves all the time?" She asked.
"Our hands are sensitive. We sense others' feelings and emotions through touch. Our magic tends to..leak I suppose you would say, and touching humans ungloved, that magic will bind them to us in most circumstances."
He watched her touch his hand, not wanting her to stop but knowing he needed to put a halt to it. He wasn't sure even though he was bound from using his magic, if she could be affected by it.
He pulled it back reluctantly.
"Well it tingled a little, but didn't seem to affect me." She said, smiling up at him.
Sarah knew then she wanted to kiss him, and the thought went through her like a lightning bolt.
She dropped his hand and scooted a few inches away.
"So umm..you don't even touch your own kind without gloves?" She asked in a loud voice, try to break away from the tender moment.
"No. Unless it is parent to child, or you are lovers, married or not. It is not done unless with permission." He answered. He got up and walked to where his clothes were, returning to the river, getting in waist deep and washing them out.
"Oh. Sorry." She grimaced. She didn't mean to be rude.
"You didn't know. Anyway, it's fine. Under the circumstances, with only each other to rely on, it is reasonable we may have to have physical contact now and then." He shrugged.
Sarah followed Jareth's lead and grabbed up her clothes to wash out but moved 20 feet further down the river. She was suddenly very shy and uncomfortable, and thought she should stay farther away from him while they weren't fully clothed.
They laid their clothes to dry, which thanks to the warm sun wasn't long. Once they had redressed, they packed up and walked a few more hours down the river until the late afternoon.
Jareth crafted a fishing pole and told her to stay put while he walked a little ways downstream to a good fishing area. He calculated that they were still about a day ahead of schedule, so they could stop a few hours early this night and relax a bit. They might even gain more time as they traveled which would give them a good cushion to traverse the wastes. He hoped so. The valley was the easiest part of the trek. Once they were out of the valley it would be slower going and trickier. There were creatures in the wastes even worse than the forest. Creatures that they needed to avoid. Not to mention the native clans who were descendants of outcasts.
He point to some plants nearby and gave Sarah a small shovel he had in his bag, instructing her to dig. The plants' roots were edible, he said, something like the above ground potatoes.
She did so, retrieving half a dozen large tubers. She took her knife and chopped them up. They could fry them over the fire later.
Jareth came back to camp near sunset with a string of fish. He cleaned and filleted them then hung them up, taking the scraps into the forest for the scavengers to eat.
He started a fire then stripped down to his leggings again and took another dip in the river.
Sarah watched him. The waning sunlight made him glow slightly. She admired the way the damp fabric of his leggings clung to his thighs and rear end, defining their shape and definition.
She was feeling rather warm again.
Damn what an ass. He turned and she could clearly see other things being defined, which made her even warmer and a bit achy in certain sensitive areas. She got up and moved down the river a bit, stripping down to her black undergarments and diving into the cool water. She was well aware about The Goblin King's endowments from the first time she was here. He wasn't exactly shy about it, the way he dressed. However she needed to not be thinking about it because it did not help her situation in the least.
She was turned on by The Goblin King and it was a disturbing train of thought. She needed to stop it. She could not get attached. She would be going home. He would be staying here. Getting together with Jareth would be a horrible idea. A sexy, hot, horrible idea that made her knees weak.
She dunked herself under and stayed there for a minute.
When she climbed out Jareth had thrown his tunic on and was setting up the pan for the fish. He looked so different. His leggings damp, his tunic hanging open, barefoot and bare handed. He was like a wild thing, beautiful and uncivilized.
"The fish will produce a little oil, then we can cook the tubers." He informed her.
She put her jeans and shirt back on, then sat on her blanket near the fire to dry out and brush her hair while he cooked the food. She had offered but he refused to let her.
"You should let me cook sometime. I'm surprised you don't make me. Being a woman's duty and all." She said joking with him.
"While we have very clearly defined gender roles here, some things are done equally by men and women. I learned to cook when I was very young. I often spent time in the kitchens. Our cooks were a married couple and Hannah, who was also my nanny, was a second mother to me. I really do like it. It's relaxing." He said.
Once the food was done he came and sat on her blanket in front of her with the large pan full of food. She moved back, wondering what he was doing.
"I do not have plates, so we will have to share. Be careful it is hot." He handed her one of the 3 pronged forks he had in his hand.
"Oh boy a picnic." She said dryly. Spearing a piece of fish, she popped in her mouth. It melted on her tongue. "This is good." She said, and took another bite.
They were both quite hungry and didn't talk much as they ate. When they were done, Sarah insisted taking the pan and rinsing it out, and the utensils. She sat them by the fire to dry.
"This was a nice day." She told him as she settled into her blanket. She had also washed it in the river and dried it, so it smelled good now. Like after a rainstorm.
"It was." Jareth agreed. "They will be few and far between on this trip I'm afraid."
He was whittling again.
"What are you carving? You never said?" Sarah asked him once again.
"Nothing of importance. Just keeping my hands busy." He said, noncommittally.
Sarah smiled and rolled her eyes. Always the same answer, too.
"Mmmm..night." She felt her eyes drifting closed. Her belly was full and she was clean and warm.
Jareth chuckled. "Goodnight Sarah."
He was so tired, he thought. He put his things away and laid down.
"I will just rest my eyes." He muttered. Then he too, was deeply asleep.
She was on fire. Her body arched against his cool touch. His lips on her flesh. He whispered "Sarah..my beautiful Sarah."
He kissed her, his tongue dancing with hers. His hands were on her breasts, pinching, rubbing..his lips followed, he sucked at her nipples...a hand drifted down, stroking her heat, finding her bundle of nerves and pressing making her jump. "Jareth please..."
"Please...what Sarah." He said."Tell me what you want."
"You..I want..." She gasped as his fingers glided over her swollen flesh, then inside...pumping slowly. "Please. Inside me...I need you..' The orgasm overtaking her ability to speak...she cried out. "Jareth!"
Something was shaking her. "Sarah?"
Her eyes popped open, a pair of concerned blue ones hovering close to her face.
She pushed Jareth away and sat up.
"You are alright? You called my name." Jareth said.
She blushed hard. Oh God. That dream. "Ummm. Oh. I dreamed I couldn't find you. I guess I was looking for you and said your name. Sorry." She replied.
Jareth moved back to his bed and watched her, perplexed. "Are you sure you are fine?"
She nodded, laid back down and turned away from him. "Goodnight."
"Sweet dreams, Sarah." He answered.
He smiled and said nothing more, wondering what she was dreaming of. Whatever it was they were doing, it certainly was not what she had said. This gave him far more pleasure that it should, knowing she was dreaming of him again. If only he had his magic, he could look into her dream. Then again, maybe that was not a good idea.
He got comfortable and watched the moon make its nightly trip across the sky.
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