Dangers Foretold

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Chloe looked up, "Mommy?" she was sure he had heard he mother's voice. But she couldn't see her. Chole turned to Hoggle "Mommy's here. She is come to get us."

Hoggle nodded his head and the child turned back to her game.

Sarah was indeed in the Underground. Hoggle could feel her, and she had returned to rescue her children, but Hoggle knew that this time it wouldn't be as easy as solving the Labrynth. Jareth wanted something from her, Hoggle could only really guess at what it exactly was. But he knew it had to do with the other world, it had to do with power. He looked up at the clock on his mantle; it was going to be a long night.



Slowly the darkness receded and when Sarah could seeht tht through her eyelids she opened them. Jareth's face was still very close to hers; she could feel his breath on her cheek.

"Where are we?" she breathed.

"Here in my castle." He started again to rub his face on her cheek. Occasionally his tongue would dart out and caress the underside of her ear.



Sarah tried to move but found her body could do very little.

"It is a side effect of transportation, it will pass" Jareth said continuing to take advantage of Sarah's immobility.

"Why didn't it happen before then?"

"That was merely an opening between worlds, this was movement inside the same world that isn't your own. Some find it paralysis's them for a time."

"And you aren't one of those people." Sarah said wryly noticing she could move her head. She tried to take a step backwards away from his embrace and almost toppled. Almost because Jareth wrapped his arms around her and kept her upright.

"This is my world and I have been moving around like this for some time." He steadied her and moved away.

"Now I must attend to something before out evening commences, please make yourself comfortable and if you would..." he nodded in the direction of a large bed swathed in black silk. On it was a long nightgown in a burgundy silk; beside it was a robe to match. "I think you would find it a bit more appealing than what you are wearing right now." With that he walked out of the room.



Sarah tried to run for the door but found her legs still wouldn't obey her, she tripped a few times and when she eventually got to the door she found it locked.

Of course Jareth wouldn't let her get away, but it seemed silly to leave her when his request was for an entire night of her company. Then again he was a king, and would have kingly duties to attend to.



She looked around the room. It was obviously Jareth's bedchamber but it seems to have very few personal touches to it. There was a large bed, a padded screen for bathing and dressing behind, a small bench in front of a fire and a desk.

A writing desk, and on it were some leaves of paper. Sarah stumbled to it, finding herself a little steadier.

The papers were stacked neatly into piles and Sarah looked to one of the piles.

It seemed to be a story, and from what Sarah gathered not a very flattering one about the king. It kept referring to him as "His royal tightness" ad mad thinly veiled comments about socks to accentuate the royal features.

Saraund und herself giggling at the antics on the page until she felt a hand run up the length of her back.

"What have you found?" he whispered.

"A story." Jareth took the paper from Sarah's hand.

"Foolish girl" he mumbled reading it. Then he crumpled it and threw it into the fire.

"Who wrote that?" Sarah asked suddenly curious about the world Jareth lived in.

"Now, what of our agreement? No thoughts of anyone else this night." HE took hold of her shirt and looked into her eyes, "Was my gift not suitable?"

"Gift?" When Jareth turned to the bed Sarah remembered the slip and robe. "I forgot about it..."



Jareth picked it up and brought it to her. He moved with a sleek grace that whispered of nighttime pleasures. " I was hoping to spare you the difficulty in changing with me in the room, but now our time has started and I will not leave you again. You may change behind the screen."

"I can't wear that, it wouldn't be seemly Sarah said.

"Why not? With the robe it would cover you as much as you are covered now. You aren't that modest. Change." It wasn't a request.



Sarah looked at the garments in hands. She had never worn let alone owned anything so sensual in her life. Her fingers ached to feel the silk slipping between them. She knew what it would feel like to wear such an out fit. Like she was wearing nothing but air warmed to her touch.

"Jareth I can't, thank you but I can't."



"That is the second time you have refused a gift from me. I wonder if this is now a trend."

"You know why I can't wear that."

"You know why I want you to."

"Jareth, why? Why do you want this? Why bring me here? Why take..."

"Stop! We agreed no others."

"Why here? Why now?"

"You never did stop searching did you Sarah?" Jareth placed the gown on the screen. He kept his back to her while he spoke. "I once offered you your dreams, you desires to hold in your hand. I offered you what no one else could give you and you refused me."

"Your price was too high."

"What is worth more than your dreams?" he countered.

"Someone's freedom" she mumbled.

Jareth's shoulders dropped "I didn't take your brother Sarah. They did."

"They?"

"I had to cover up, change things around. Your belief in them was too strong. They took control."

"I asked you to; you said so."

"What did you say?" he straightened up but still kept his back to her.

"I wish the goblins..." she stopped realising. "I did ask you to, but you did nothing, I then asked them and."

"They did."



Sarah was stunned; she sat down on the bench. For over 14 years Jareth had been the villain, the one who had stolen her brother, the one who offered her everything if she would accept his rule and turn over her freedom. He wanted to take her away. But that was wrong, he had only wanted to regain control of a reluctant kingdom. He was forced to keep her brother to keep control. But did that mean it was all an act?

"No not all of it Sarah. I am the Goblin King. Though a few times I found it hard to be wholly myself. Your belief then, as it is now tends to overpower me."

"My belief?" Sarah looked curious it was if she had more power over Jareth than anyone else. But that would mean.



Before she could complete her thoughts Jareth closed the space between them and captured her mouth in a kiss that left her dazed and breathless.

His hands held her head steady as his lips pressed hard on hers. His tongue snaked along the line of her mouth begging it to open.

Shocked her mouth opened giving his tongue the purchase it required and Jareth dove it.

Searching, exploring, tasting her, savoring her. A growl started at the back of her throat and crawled along until it burst forth into Sarah's mouth keeping her still.



Sarah's insides turned to liquid fire. Suddenly she ached for more and craved his touch. She wanted him to keep the kiss going. To explore her as no one else could, for him to take her in his arms and carry her to his large bed and take away all memory of the world outside.



The world outside! Her children!



"Your mind wanders again" he backed away. Sarah felt week and hungry. She wanted his touch.

"Take off your gloves, please. Let me feel your hands." His hands were safe they wouldn't make her forget.

"I could make you forget with my hands Sarah." His statement made her blush. "But I will not do as you ask."

"Why not? You said I could ask you what I will."

"Yes, but I did not say I would obey." Jareth moved to the bed. " These gloves are for your protection Sarah."

"How can that be? Hand are hands with or without gloves."

"What am I Sarah?"

"The Goblin King"

"Do I look like a Goblin?" Jareth asked stretching himself out on the bed like a feral cat, sleek, powerful and sexy. Sarah found herself watching him. She ran her eyes over the length of his body and forced herself to look in his eyes.

"No" she mouthed, he was excited as she. Though his voice was controlled she had noticed his body's reaction as he lay before her.



Jareth smiled a cold smile that didn't reach his eyes, "I am UnSeelie Sarah, I rule the goblins though I am not one."

"UnSeelie?" Sarah was curious, and something echoed in her mind. Years ago, before she came to the Underground she had read every book she could find about Fairies and fantastic creatures. She remembered something about two courts of the same kingdom.

"The Seelie and the UnSeelie, two halves of a coin one shining and bright, the other dark and mysterious. I am UnSeelie; I come from the dark court. The one that knows the darkest secrets of the night, the one who can make nightmares come real and."

"Offer my dreams to me." Sarah finished.

"Exactly; the Seelie court are all goodness and light, air and clouds, perfect in everyway; but" He got up off the bed in a smooth movement "intangible to anyone flawed."

"You mean one like me?" Sarah looked at him as he came towards her.

"No." He looked at his hands, "Like me" he sat down on the bench in front of the fire forcing Sarah to turn to look at him.



His eyes remained on the dancing flames and shapes began to form.

"My mother was UnSeelie like myself, and my father was." The fire took on the shape of a stage "perfect."

In front of Sarah was a ballroom much like the one echoed still in her dreams. Figures moved about laughing and joking, dancing and moving. Two stood out, a woman in a long figure hugging dress, beautiful, and a man who looked like Jareth, arrogant and proud.

"They met at a ball held on the night when worlworlds are one. My mother though UnSeelie could have passed for one of them. He singled her out and they danced."

The flame duo danced surrounded by a crowded room. Soon though they disappeared from sight.

"I was conceived that night. The night of the thinning of the veil. Tied to many worlds, though belonging to only one. My father was now bound to my mother by rights of siring her child, but he broke tradition and abandoned us when they discovered my gift." Jareth sneered.

"Gift?"

"The touch of my hands will make anyone my slave. Their will would drain away and I would take its place. It is a spiritual death, I steal souls."

Sarah gasped, that was beyond mere control this was.

"In human? Yes" Jareth looked again at his hands. " I refuse to use it. I know of others forced to wear gloves, but their touch merely kills. I do worse." Jareth seemed a shadow of himself, exposed as never before. Vulnerable.

Sarah sat down and took his gloved hands in her own. "Thank you for telling me this. All of this.

"But why you?" he asked his eyes meeting hers for the first time during this emotional exchange. Sarah nodded "You know that already Sarah." And then he closed up and became the king again.

"Now can I offer you a drink?" a small table was in front of them with two goblets and a decanter.

Sarah was about to accept when she remembered another piece of fairy lore.

"No, I am no Persephone."

Jareth smiled. "You have eaten here before my sweet, and you broke through that spell. It can't happen to you again. This drink is harmless." He poured out some of the burgundy liquid into both goblets.

Sarah grudgingly accepted hers from the UnSeelie king. She took a small sip and felt the warmth travel down her body. It tasted of warm honey and grapes, late summer sun and long grasses. She closed her eyes to savour the sensations.

"Tell me," he whispered, "Tell me what you see."

"Sunshine, bright and clear. It is warming my skin. There are fields of tall grass starting to turn golden. I am beside a vineyard ripe and ready to be picked."

Jareth's hand move and he brought her closer to him. So close he could feel the warmth of her body.

"Tell me what you feel." His breath was husky.

"Warm, all over. The sun is strong, but it is loosing its strength. I can smell it in the air. Autumn will be here and soon the nights will be longer."

"Shh." Jareth put a finger on Sarah's lips, "don't tell me what you know, tell me what you FEEL"

Sarah swallowed, what did she feel?

"Warm, I feel warm, almost hot."

"And?"

"I feel you, your heat beside me, alive and electric. My mouth is dry and I am nervous." She bit her lip, "No not nervous. Alive, alive and aware."

"What are you aware of?" he started smoothing her hair.

"Electricity, power, magic." She swallowed another sip of wine. "Change."

"A heady mix," he pressed his face into her hair." Change, that was one I was unaware of. You are very perceptive." His hand move to the back of her neck and his thumb found her pulse just under her jaw. His face moved to the opposite side of her face. He then placed butterfly kisses along her chin.



Sarah's eyes stayed closed as her heart quickened. All she knew was his mouth on her skin, the heat from the fire, and the heat from within; a heat that had little to do with the wine she had consumed.



Jareth's kisses moved along to Sarah's lips and he was playfully nipping her bottom lip. Sarah opened her mouth begging for his probing kiss.

"Put it on, I want to see you in it." Jareth pulled away.

Aching Sarah opened her eyes. They were glazed over with desire. "Huh?"

"Go behind the screen and get into the gift I gave you." He ran two fingers down her thigh to her knee and got up.

Sarah looked behind her and saw the screen. Over top of it was the nightgown Jareth had asked her to wear before.

She got up and moved toward it. She walked behind the screen and removed her shirt.



Cold air hit her skin as she was away from the fire. It woke her up and cleared her senses. She straightened up and looked over the screen.

Jareth held a goblet of wine in his hand and he was reading some of the pages on the desk.

Sarah could swear she saw him smile once.

Suddenly he stiffened as if aware of her. He turned to face Sarah over the screen.

"Do you need help?" he asked leaving the desk behind.

"Umm.. no" Sarah said trying to find her shirt.

"Sarah, please wear it." His eyes begged her.

"What no spells to confuse me?" she asked defiant.

"I haven't used a spell on you since we arrived. That isn't what I want." He sighed.

His sigh decided it for her. "Ok I will." And she continued to get undressed.