One Drunken Night

Evil? Evil, am I? *sinister laughter* I guess we all have a bit of Jareth in us... (sometimes in more ways than one) Here's the next chapter, hope you enjoy... Happy smutting!

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Jareth, King of the Goblins, could be described in many ways. He was calculating and cunning. He was sneaky and sly. He was haughty and proud. But he had his standards, and however manipulative and crafty he was he always held to his standards. He simply would not take advantage of someone who was emotionally distraught.
"Jareth?" a small voice tentatively said, pulling him back into the present. He looked down at Sarah, resigned.
"I can't."
"What?" she said, stunned.
"I can't, Sarah," he rolled off of her and sat on the edge of the bed.
Tears welled up in her eyes. "But I - What -"
"Sarah, you are very emotional right now and I won't have you doing something you'll regret later."
Her lips curled and she stiffened. Then at once she stepped onto the floor, taking the bedsheet with her for cover, and wheeled around to face him, hands on her hips.
"Oh, so you're worried about me doing something that I'll regret? I guess things are different when I'm sober," she spat hatefully.
He replied simply, "Yes, in fact, they are."
She glared daggers at him.
"Things are different now that you're sober, Sarah, because you are not, ahem, molesting me." He paused, the familiar wicked smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "And furthermore, you now have no excuse to molest me, even if you want to do so."
She drew back, a look of shock on her face; though she knew what he said was true she still acted indignant.
"But," he grasped her hands seriously, "I would prefer that we stayed on good terms, my dear. I've always been fond of you, and I'd rather like for us to havfresfresh start."
She stood there for a moment, mouth open, torn between utter rage and simple confusion. Finally, "Goblin King... why do you have to be so..."
"Irresistable?" he cockily offered.
"Complicated!"
"Darling, I reside in a labyrinth. Do you honestly expect anything I do to be simple?"
She sighed, then looked at him as he squeezed her hand.
"As I was saying, I'd like for us to start over. Properly, at that. My lady, would you join me for luncheon this afternoon?"
She began to stutter, "I...I...erm, sure."
He smiled. "Splendid. Then I'll see you at one o'clock?"
"Okay..."
He rose and kissed her hand, still smiling his arrogant smile. She wrinkled her nose and frowned as he walked away.
"And Sarah," he glanced over his shoulder, smirking, "I'll expect you to wear more than sheets at the dinner table."

Sarah did wear more than sheets, plenty more Jareth noted when he came to escort her to lunch two hours later.
"I take it you found the wardrobe I had made for you, Sarah?"
"Yes, thank you," she said curtly. She was wearing pair of flaired, green silk pants, a flowing white shirt, white, high-heeled shoes, and a green shawl.
When they made it to the dining room, he pulled out her chair and then seated himself across from her. Several goblins brought plates of food out to them and they began to eat.
"So, Sarah, tell me about yourself."
She raised her eyebrows. "My life story from this morning wasn't enough?"
"We've started over. I know nothing about you."
"Oh yeah. Well, um, my name is Sarah Williams. I like to read and act. And I, erm, I'm a Sagittarius."
He smiled, "That's lovely, Sarah. I'm quite fond of reading myself."
"I'd like to know about you, Goblin King," she said.
"Jareth," he corrected her, "I like to read, as I said. I also like to paint, and I'm a Capricorn."
"I didn't know you had astrology in the Underground."
"Darling, I invented astrology."
"Did you?"
"Oh yes," he replied, "Well, I put the idea into the ancient Egyptians' heads, and they elaborated on it from there."
She listened, truly interested. "The ancient Egyptians? Wait..."
He smiled, bemused, "Something wrong, Sarah?"
"You... are... erm..."
"Old. According to mortal calculations. I'm actually quite young for my race."
"What race are you?"
"I," he said loftily, "am a Fae. And I'm quite full. Are you done with your food as well?"
"Yes, I'm full too," she agreed.
He rose and pulled her seat out for her. "Would you fancy an after-luncheon drink? Perhaps we can continue our conversation in more comfortable seats as well."
"Sounds good."
He led her to another room; this one looked like a large comfortable den with giant fluffy red cushions for seats. Sarah sat down on the cushions, and Jareth brought two bottles (one a type of strong alcohol, the other an unknown beverage), and two glasses from a small cabinet nearby.
"I like to mix my drinks at the time of consumption," he explained. He poured a few drops of the alcohol into both their glasses, and then followed with the unknown drink, handing Sarah her glass when he was finished. She took a small sip. The liquid was wonderful - it was sweet, but not too sweet, and the alcohol was evident, but it wasn't too strong.
"Jareth, this is delicious," she complimented him. "What is it?"
"It's from a type of fruit we grow here in the Underground, called a Mali. The only trick with this fruit is, if you mix more than a couple of drops of alcohol with it you become drunk of yof your mind instantly."
"It's really good," she said, looking at the two bottles of liquid. Suddenly she was struck with an idea. "Jareth, I hate to interrupt our conversation, but I'm accustomed to having snack food with my drinks. You wouldn't mind getting us some, would you?" She gave him a "pretty please with sugar on top" look, to which he quickly yielded.
"Of course," he smiled indulgently, rising, "I'll be back in a moment."
When she was sure he had gone, she smiled broadly. "Oh sweet revenge," she said wickedly as she poured a shot of the alcohol into Jareth's glass.
He returned with a plate full of bread, strawberries and three different kinds of cheese. "Is this enough for you, my dear?"
"It looks wonderful, Jareth," she smiled sweetly at him. "I propose a toast."
"Oh yes?"
"Oh yes. To a new beginning."
He raised his glass, "To a new beginning." They both drank deeply, finishing off their beverages. Jareth frowned for a moment, then blinked several times.
"Are you all right, Jareth?"
"Ye-yesh, I'm fffine..."
"Are you sure?"
"Uff course I am," and after several more blinks, he leaned in close to her.
"Gee, Jareth, what are you doing?" she said coyly.
"Hass anyone ev-ever told you how...pretty you are? Sa-Sarah?"
"Oh Jareth, I bet you say that to all the girls."
"No I done! Jus' you, Sarah. Pretty, sssweet Sssarah..."
"Ah-ah-ah, Jareth, play nice."
"I neffer play nice, sssillly girl, I'm the Goblin King," he grasped her face and pulled her into a sloppy kiss.
She broke away and replied, "Oh no, I don't kiss naughty little kings like you."
"You did before! Stop being such a tease!" he placed a hand on her breast and kissed her again.
She smiled wickedly, revelling in her triumph, "If you insist..."
He kissed a wet trail down her neck, removing the shawl to get better access. She pulled his own flowing shirt over his head, running her fingertips over his hardening nipples. He moaned at her touch, and tugged at her shirt.
"O she she inquired coquettishly.
"Mmm..."
She obliged and helped take off her own shirt, to which his eyes lit up. He ran his hands over her breasts, as she smoothed her hands over his stomach.
"Sarah..." he managed to mumble her name whilst fumbling with the button of her pants.
"What was that, Goblin King?"
"Mmm... Sarah...." he mumbled again, "Ahm gonna sk-squeal my name lika lost sk-school girl..."
She snickered, "Right, Jareth, you do that."
"I am!" he insisted.
"Well then do it, King of the Goblins, I'm waiting."
She hadn't more than uttered the words when she felt an expert pair of hands feeling their way under her panties onto her soft entrance. She moaned with delight as he clumsily felt his way over her opening.
"Mmm...." she tilted her head back as two of his long fingers felt their way deep inside of her.
"Like that, my s-sweet?"
"Oh-"
He freed her of her restricting pants and underwear, all the while praising her for her magnificence.
"Ah gods, Sarah! You are so v-very beau-beautifah..."
"Less talk, Jareth, more action."
He gladly obeyed. With each stoke of his fingers he brought her closer and closer to the edge, rubbing and kneading at her hard clit.
"Oh, ah, Jareth!" she cried out when she felt herself near climax. "Please, harder!"
He stroked her pulsing clit one last, fierce time as she came onto his fingers, gasping out his name. As she lay panting beside him, he looked triumphantly at her.
"I tole you I'd make you seh my name," he caressed her neck, squeezing her tightly in his arms. "I luff you, Sarah Williams."
She laughed, "You might not feel the same way in the morning."
"I will always luff you, no madder what," he said kissing her firmly on the forehead.
She smiled, shaking her head and leaning into his chest, "I believe you, Goblin King, I believe you."