Love, Films, and Theater

A/N Thank you all to everyone that's been reading regularly! I'm utterly flattered that you've stuck with me so long. I'll do my very best not to disappoint you. I hope you enjoy this chapter of my little fae tale. If there are any outrageous grammatical errors, forgive me. I worked late last night to have a chapter for you today. Enjoy the read!

A pair of sharp almond shaped eyes peeked from beyond the curtains of the stately black carriage drawn by the darkest set of beasts money could buy. She liked her things dark and mysterious. Lady Anne of Gymbearna sniffed at the disgrace of the passing countryside, it was all so very uncivil… She asked for nothing more than the very best from her people. Neatly cobbled streets that lead to neat houses, or, as neat as goblins and other lowly creatures could be. She sighed and pulled the curtains shut again, she’d have to have words with Jareth about the state of the capitol city. When she was queen, things would have to change, this was simply unacceptable. She sniffed as she scratched behind the misshapen and disfigured little creature that sat on her lap.
She set the vile little creature on a silken tasseled pillow on the seat across from her where it snorted loudly and promptly fell asleep. Anne tapped finely manicured nails against a delicately pale chin as she thought about Jareth. Surely he would ask for her hand this trip, it was the most practical of matches Jareth was the most powerful and handsome man in their realm, and she was the most beautiful and held the most land of all the other eligible women. Practicallity would win out over his obsession with finding ‘love’. “Such a nonsensical notion, marry for love… Royalty marries for alliance. That’s why they make homes with separate bedrooms.” She said shaking her head. “shameful thing..” She peeked back out the window as her carriage trundled along, “marry for love...” She muttered with disgust, “what a ridiculous notion...”

“Jareth, come down immediately! Lady Anne will be arriving in moments!” Elisa called up the stairs to her reluctant brother, as she straightened Zenith’s cravat and patted down Rygell and Remus’ hair. They were much taller than their very petite sister but they let her fuss over them, just like they had when they were small children.

“Elisa, you know someone’s going to have to go and fetch him down, he’s not going to come without coaxing. He can’t stand that title grubbing harpie.” Rygell said as he mussed his hair again.

“Why does she even come any longer? I’d have thought she would figure out that no one here liked her..Or that dreadful little monster of hers, what does she call it, Zenith?”

“I haven’t the faintest idea, it’s like a game ball. You can kick it clear across a field and it’s still completely intact when you see it next.” Zenith replied with a chuckle.
Elisa shook her head at her brothers, “really boys, you must be nicer to Lady Anne, she may very well be your new sister if Jareth doesn’t find a way to deter her.” She said as she straightened and re-pinned her own delicate locks. “I dearly hope that he find a way to deter her…She is not who I want as my new sister in law.” She murmured softly as she looked out the open doors to the green vastness that was the gardens. “She’s reached the end of the drive, I’m going to fetch Jareth down. You three had better be on your very best behavior to meet Lady Anne.” She said wagging her finger as she swept up the long winding staircase to find her brother.

Jareth sighed as he straightened his cuffs for the third time. He stood on his balcony overlooking the black spot that marred the royal gardens slowly wending it’s way to his front door. That despicable woman was back again to try and sidle in as Queen of the Goblin City. That title was taken already, his Queen was simply not here yet.. Soon however, soon she would be back where she belonged. Sarah would not slip away again. He slipped his arms into the silk lined black coat and brushed the few specks of dust off of his breeches and boots. His mind was rollicking with thoughts of how to drive back Lady Anne’s advances, and how to bring his beloved Sarah back to the Goblin City… A soft knock at his door brought him from his reverie. His sister draped in pink and green satins stood there hands on her tiny hips, “come on, I’m not meeting that harpy woman alone Jareth. As King it’s your duty to welcome this demon into your court even if no one wants her here.”

Jareth Cringed and sighed, “fair enough Elisa..Is there tea in the sitting room?” He asked as he offered her his arm to lead her downstairs. “for we know that she’ll wish to schmooze with us before she retires to her quarters.” He said with distain coloring his voice.


Sarah grinned as she dropped a large stack of bound papers onto Toby’s chest, “I’ve done it!” She said with a grin, “I’ve finally done it! I wrote a script, and it’s completely done!” She said dancing around a little bit as she went into her kitchen to retrieve a glass of water and something to eat. “You have to read it Toby! It’s magnificent, I wrote a love story!” She said with a grin as she took a bite of her toast, “I never thought I could do it. But there it is right there on your chest!” She gushed and grinned looking at him expectantly waiting for him to gush along with her.

Toby laughed as he sat up on her couch and muted the television, “I’m proud of you Sarah. I’ll read it a later though. I’ve got a soccer game planned later this afternoon and if it’s as good as I think it might be I won’t remember to go.” He said with a chuckle.

Sarah grinned, “I’ve already sent copies to every director I could get addresses for in L.A. and New York. I should be getting responses by the weekend!” She said laughing as she bounced and clapped. “I’m so excited and nothing’s even happened yet.” She turned on the balls of her feet and grinned as she flounced off twords her room. “I’m going to get cleaned up and we’re going shopping! I have to get new suits and you’re going to help me!”

He groaned and fell back against the couch closing his eyes as he watched hi sister leave. What was this script of hers called any way.. He mused as he lifted up the stacks and read the title, Trans Dimensional love. Toby snorted that was a positively dreadful title.. He’d have to help her think of something better.

Sarah hummed as she turned on the shower and stripped out of her faded jeans and a white button down. The creamy skin of her back exposed as she slipped under the warm stream of water. She closed her eyes and smiled as she thought about her muse. The Stoic Goblin King had been her inspiration for the Hero. A tall blond hero with a rather impressive package showing it’s self off. She closed those lovely eyes and smiled at the thought of the stoic king.. Her mind’s eye reviewed her memories of the Goblin king…Tall, well muscled, defined cheekbones, and bright, sharp eyes. She slowly began to undress her memory watching as her King stripped from his waistcoat and shucked his white open collared shirt.. She slid soft pale hands over her delicate breasts pausing to pay special attentions to her pert pink nipples and chewed on swollen lips. A soft slow moan slipped from her as she tugged gently on the peak. She was too distracted to notice the shadow looming in her doorway as she slid her free hand down and cupped her woman-hood feeling the throbbing pulsations from her very turned on body.

Her audience stood there silently watching her pleasuring shadow dance across the translucent gray of her shower curtain. Jareth’s pants were almost uncomfortably tight across his groin as he watched His Sarah touch herself as he longed to touch her. He couldn’t stand it much longer. He felt his hands clutching his long hard member and massaging it through the thin tight material of his tights. He bit his lips hard to keep from joining in the soft moans… He wanted her more than ever. To see that perfect face, to run his hands over that perfect body, there couldn’t be anything better.

Sarah’s mind was caught up within her own reverie as she closed her eyes and slid a single chilled digit through the slick folds and found the sensitive nubbin of her sex. She let out a soft whimper as she flicked the little nub back and forth. With her mind’s eye she saw the cool pale hands of Jareth ghosting up her thighs his long pink tongue taunting her steaming core…

And that was where her fantasy ended. Ice cold water replaced warm steamy bliss as she let out a yelp of surprise and found herself falling entangled within the gray shower curtain as she tumbled onto the cool tile floor of her bathroom. She let out a groan of discomfort as she reached up to rub her aching head opening her eyes slowly to make sure she wasn’t bleeding. And just as she touched her head, she felt herself being lifted into the air with ease and carried easily from the bathroom.
Jareth was startled from his own throbbing fantasy with her yelp, and the sudden crash that echoed through the small bathroom. He watched stunned as she fell to the hard floor slightly dazed. He didn’t stop to think as he moved to her side, about his actions as he lifted her in his arms cradling her against his broad warm chest. He carried her slowly to her un-made bed and settled her there before he moved her hands to check her over for injury.
Sarah’s mouth was slightly agape as she opened her eyes to see a white cotton clad chest with a soft kid skin jerkin. She heard a heartbeat and the soft tap of boots on her hardwood floors as she was settled down into the softness of her bed. She had to be hallucinating, Jareth wasn’t here, he couldn’t be. She began to think she was having a hallucinogenic concussion. She felt masculine fingers combing through her hair and smooth hands ghosting over her legs, and finally cool lips pressed to her temple.

Jareth let out a tremulous sigh of relief as he found no blood, or serious bumps and pressed his lips to her still damp forehead. He sat on the bed and pulled Sarah, still wrapped in the shower curtain to his chest. “Are you alright now?” He asked, that rough alluring voice of his broke the tense silence as he cradled the woman he loved to his chest.

Sarah heard that voice, the one that had haunted her since she was a child, the voice of the Goblin King. “J..Jareth..” She asked her voice quivering slightly with disbelief, “am.. Am I dreaming, or are you really here this time?” She asked her hand pressing against his chest to see his pale luminous face.”

“No Sarah, you’re really not dreaming this time…” He managed to say before lips covered lips and all was quiet save the rustling of the shower curtain.