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Sarah's heart bounded to her throat and beat madly there, and a hand flew to her mouth. Whatever cry she had planned on emitting fought with that heartbeat, each attempting to conquer her, so that a muffled guttural sound escaped. Her eyes flashed across the dim room, sparkling in the torch light. How dare he when he knew what she was going though?



Of course, Jareth couldn't help but smirk from his seated position. His eyes traveled up and down the form in front of him, noting the trembling of her calves, the tremor of the hand covering her shoulder, and the distinctive quivering of her lips beneath her fingers. His smirk widened, and he leaned back into the plush padding of his throne, throwing a leg over the side and an arm over the top. A draft of air caused the flames of the torches to flicker, and shadows danced on the curves before him. Now her whole body trembled, and even from his vantage he could see goose bumps rising on her skin; the hand covering her mouth moved to her shoulder and squeezed. Mismatched eyes slanted in their gaze and his free hand gripped his knee tightly in consternation.



"Now Sarah." The words echoed hollowly across the cold stone room, Jareth's voice tight and strained. "You know what comes next."



"You can't make me do it!"



"Temper, temper..." Jareth's leg moved from the side of the throne swiftly to rest on the floor while his hand wound its way from the horns to place itself on his chin, a gloved finger tapping evenly and slowly on his lips. "You know that you must do it eventually."



Dark hair cascaded over Sarah's neck and face as she turned her head to the side. His words were true, but that didn't stop the heat rising to her cheeks and ears and the tears from burning behind her eyes. She felt a stiff wave rock her body, which knocked her knees and forced more heat to her face. Crimson lips pursed together in a straight line and she squeezed her eyes shut, thinking of anywhere else but here. The flames on the walls flickered with another breeze but she remained unmoved, hair hiding her fine eyes and expressions.



There was no sound in the room, not even of breathing, though to Sarah the thump-thump of her heart in her throat roared. Suddenly the air pressure changed in her ears, and before she could react icy gloves seared over her shoulders, covering her hands gently. The presence beside her was enormous, dominant over her pathetic stature. Now the sound of a rolling baritone chuckle filled her being and a finger grazed over her chin, drawing her face out from her curtain, though her eyes stayed shut. She could still feel the burning skin under her eyes, and the hot tears in her eyes added a small lump to the heart in her throat. Sarah's shoulders now scalded where the gloves were touching her, the pressure being exerted was overwhelming and nonexistent all at once.



Jareth's hot breath coursed over her lips and Sarah tensed against the suppleness of it. She breathed in the sweet aroma of peaches, the heavy tingle of ozone, and the musky scent of earth, and felt her neck lean toward it, though she did not will it to, knowing what would come of it if she obeyed her instinct. Now hands that weren't hers traced down her arms, over her elbows, grazing softly over the curve of her breasts and teasing each rib in a lazy path toward her hips, where fingers gripped into flesh and bone and resisted the temptation of fondling the swell of her buttocks. Sarah's bare feet dragged across the stones as though it were air instead, until her form rested against the biting cold of leather and the inviting silk of skin. She still willed her eyes closed, though being in Jareth’s embrace sent mixed emotions running though her body and tempted her to peep at what Jareth would do next.

A nose pushed past the strands of her hair to nuzzle the nape of her neck, and Jareth delighted in the warmth, thrusting his lips at once to the spot. Sarah's hands remained stationary, at her shoulders, as though frozen. Slowly, with ease, he slid the glove off of his left hand, then his right, so that his fingertips could graze the smooth small of her back. Fingernails gently scratched upwards, toward her spine, eliciting an insignificant, involuntary shudder from the waist in his hands. Jareth's lips, pressed against Sarah's collarbone, smiled slightly, and deliberately he dragged his teeth up her neck, stopping once or twice along her jaw. The tip of Jareth's nose traipsed around her mouth, but his eyes focused on the thick lashes hiding her hazel eyes from him.



"Open your eyes, Sarah." These words, spoken against her mouth, beating the richness of his breath into hers as she drew in air, caused Sarah's eyes to open promptly, though her irises rolled to stare at the ceiling, the windows above, the lamps along the wall, anything but his face to avoid the gaze she could feel he was giving her. His nose came flush against hers, but Jareth kept his lips mere millimeters away from her own. She could taste peach nectar on the tip of her tongue as they breathed together and slowly Sarah's eyes came to focus with those in front of her, giving into the slow stir of excitement that was building within her, though still very wary of he might do next.



Abruptly Jareth's hands were to her shoulders, pulling on Sarah's forearms, and then settling her hands on his chest. As he ran his thumbs delicately over her freshly exposed nipples he captured her lips with his, taking advantage of the surprise he had wrought, yet still he gazed into her eyes. He deepened the kiss and coaxed her lips to part with a slight touch of his tongue, and as he reveled in the balmy cinnamon and strawberry her mouth offered back to him, he watched as her eyes slowly slid shut again and felt her relax in his hands slightly. Allowing himself the moment his own eyes fluttered to darkness, and he reveled in the sensations permitted to him.



Sarah's fingers had found their way to the hem of Jareth's shirt and there clung tightly, grasping at him. Several tears that she had fought hard against slid out of her control as his fingers splayed against the swell of her breast and his mouth probed hers coolly. The spice of his breath consumed her and broke her apart, while her taste buds couldn't get enough of his saccharine kisses and she returned his kisses with ferocity. Every fibre of  logic and reason screamed the repercussions of her reactions to his touch, but her body seemed not to hear as he leaned into her and wrapped an arm around her back to support her. A gust of wind through the room only drove her closer to him, so that her arms snaked around his neck, though the action fueled the chance to break the kiss. Sarah missed nothing in leaning her forehead against his shoulder, quelling the cries threatening to erupt from her throat as the weight of the situation settled over her with steely resolve.



Jareth would not be slowed despite Sarah's respite and continued slowly exploring her body with his bare hands, ignoring the muffled bursts of indeterminable sound erupting from his shoulder. He squeezed, pinched, and rubbed his way to the curvature below him that had tempted him before, and allowed himself play there, though he was displeased at the barrier separating him from complete sensation. Her ear was below his mouth and he leaned to her, sliding his hands high enough to slip his thumbs under the satin waist band of her panties and allowed a forefinger to play lightly along the crease between her cheeks.



"I think these have been on long enough." The voice emitted from his throat was low, very rough for the voice of a king. In an effortless motion he split the fabric and it fell in tatters to the ground below, and finally Sarah was in her rawest state before him. The innocence of her young body was like a knife through his flesh and for the first time that night he felt desire coursing through his veins like acid. It bubbled and welled within him, causing sweat to form on his brow and his clothing to feel constricting. Sarah's hands grazed at his chest lightly but it served to only remind him that she wasn't touching him the way she should, and his want for her form to be pressed against his own grew.



Without warning Jareth lifted Sarah from the thighs so her legs wrapped around him, and he held her with one arm as he strode toward a blank granite wall. One flick of the wrist opened the stone with a gravelly grumble of friction, and the frigid air of the throne room disappeared in a shock of warmth. Dark furs covered the walls and floor of the exposed room, and in the corner of the room a fire crackled cheerily as the only source of light. The groan of stone from behind them closed the bedroom from prying eyes and sealed out any further chill. There was no need for light in a room Jareth knew so well, and he strode to the wide bed, Sarah's forehead still in his shoulder.



The hands that pulled her legs down offered gentleness, but Sarah couldn't bring herself to believe that it was honest. She backed up against the bed as Jareth backed away, catching the edge of the downy comforter with her hands and focusing her dry eyes on him. The golden locks on top of his head were wild and made his ardent, passionate look seem barbaric, as though any minute he would growl and pounce on her, though she was expecting as much. Rather, Jareth pulled on a string and loosened his leather vest, tugging it away easily, without ever losing sight of her or changing his expression. The white poet's shirt he wore so carelessly was practically ripped off and he took a step toward her.



Sarah backed further into the bed, so she almost sat, and watched every move that his body made. In an expert move he stepped on the toe of a boot and pulled a foot out, and did likewise with the other, while his hands flew around the laces of his breeches. When these were undone to his satisfaction he took another step toward Sarah, who finally collapsed backward onto the bed. He towered over her, taking in the fan of her raven hair against the pale blankets, her heaving breasts, her legs dangling over the edge. A hand pressed beside her stomach and a knee by her legs as Jareth leaned over her, bringing his bare chest down toward hers as his mouth encircled hers in a tantalizing dance. Sarah could not be tempted, however, to lean up to kiss him when his intentions were so obvious and the possibilities so endless, and instead she simply stared at him, the fear in her eyes masked by the orange glow of the firelight.



Like a puppeteer, Jareth reached for Sarah's hands, pulling her to a sitting position so that her face leveled with his navel. She couldn’t stand that he smelled so titillating, that his bare skin so near her offered the fragrance of musk and burning leaves, and that it had so much of an affect on her. This, with the nearness of his skin, caused her chest to rise and fall more rapidly and to avoid the thoughts in her mind she simply stared straight ahead at Jareth, who was now slowly putting her fingers on his waist. The chiseled line of hip bone curved flawlessly up into muscle, and dipped down into darkness, and her thumbs mindlessly traced over it with earnest, as his fingers curled around hers and dragged slowly over the fabric clinging to him. Her nails dug into the skin of his thighs as gravity worked against her, using the weight of her palms to drag the fabric below his waist and beyond, but the action only produced a suction of air from between Jareth’s teeth. He pressed his hands against her motionless hands, now void of a task, and drew them up to his chest as he leaned down and kissed her wholly on the mouth.



Inch by grueling inch Sarah slid back, attempting to force a break in the kiss without alerting Jareth to her intentions of simply forgetting about everything and going to sleep, but he artlessly followed her every move until her feet no longer had floor to push against, allowing for the full length of his body to have access to hers. For a half a second, with both arms straddling Sarah, he lowered his chest to hers, his stomach to hers, his waist to hers, and pulled on her lips gently with his teeth and sucked softly. The groan from the bottom of her throat broiled the acid in his veins and caused his desire to throb against her, which only made the groan grow in intensity. Sarah attempted poorly to just completely shut up, as any sound she made only spurred him on, but all attempts at words resolved to grunts of some kind, especially with his warm tongue moving against hers.



He broke from her mouth to kiss down her neck to her collarbone, then swished his tongue generously over her nipples and sucked hard, using his teeth to scrape against the flesh around the nubs. Sarah screamed softly and it encouraged Jareth to nip at her sides as his tongue wickedly moved below her belly button, and when his nose buried deep into the fragrance underneath, her legs moved wildly in an attempt to kick at him; his hands pushed firmly on her knees, which attempted to clamp shut around him, and thrust them to the surface of the bed. As he had his way with her soft flesh, evoking her body to arch and buck, while her arms and hands madly clawed at him.



The silence of the moment was broken with a ragged 'please' that managed to escape Sarah's crowded throat, and her hands found Jareth's temples and tried to raise his focus to her face, and contact was broken as his eyes met hers. All the words she wanted to say stuck in her dry throat, pounding madly with her heart there, clogged by cries and words that couldn't escape. Her fingers clasped around her neck, and she swallowed hard.



"Your hands seem to have a mind of their own," Jareth purred, raising a hand from the bed and forming a crystal. It glinted darkly of the blaze behind her head before it was tossed in the direction of her hands. Instinctively she reached out to prevent it from slamming into her nose, but as soon as it touched the tips of her fingers a velvety rope spun out and encircled her wrists, binding them together. Jareth watched her, amused at her momentary confusion and moved closer to her face, lying on his right side, and using his right hand to stretch her arms above her head. With a twinkle of his eye he pursed his lips and pressed them to hers, and let her taste herself on his tongue. He had never tasted anything sweeter, and Sarah was taken back with the intensity he wanted to share with her, and was hypnotically swayed by how erotic the action was.



His left hand wandered away from her face and played with the curves her frame offered, but eventually settled back where his tongue had been so earnestly moments before. As he held her arms down he tickled below her waist, using his leg to keep her feet still. When his ministrations finally brought her cries to their mingled lips he kissed the tip of her nose and pulled at the velvet, releasing her from the bonds. He slicked his free fingers together with satisfaction and dragged them between her breasts, using the moisture to slide up and down her skin.



"Behave?"



It was not a question, and Sarah nodded, flushing at the spikes of electricity coursing through every nerve in her body, causing random twitches throughout her limbs. Perhaps he was playing with her, catting her about before he struck when she was unsuspecting, or maybe he would be considerate; either way she was too frightened to move as he positioned himself above her on his knees. With a deft motion he pulled her legs toward him and she slid across the bed, pulling the covers slightly. He wrapped her legs around him until he was satisfied with the angle, then with only a hint of warning he plunged into her, not stopping as her soft cries turned into a full-throat scream, her voice suddenly remembering that it existed. He seemed relentless above her, the initial driving force sending her arching against the blankets as her arms fruitlessly clawed into the air. The tears that had long-ago ceased flooded her vision, but the pain ebbed completely away only moments later and Sarah realized that Jareth had stopped.



For a moment he gazed at her tenderly, and then the fog of pain and trepidation that clouded her thoughts and vision was wiped away and she blinked away the last of the tears from her eyes. The sensation that filled her was wholesome and after the initial shock was rather warm.



"Do that again," she asked, her voice cracked and fragmented. Jareth did as commanded and the electricity from before flowed through to the tips of her hair, but magnified. There was no protest from Sarah so Jareth repeated himself, and eventually Sarah was once again squirming beneath him, but with growing excitement and anticipation, and her breath came in jagged gasps as she rose to meet Jareth, and ground against him in such a manner that caused groans to burst from him. The heat of the room and their bodies prickled sweat on the both of them and Sarah leaned up on her elbows to grasp the sheets under her by the handfuls. Jareth's name trickled from her lips as she bounced with his rhythm and then gushed his name out in a mad string of gasps as he gripped her waist and called her by name.



The arch of her back rose to new heights as white light filled her realm of existence and blotted out everything but Jareth's face looking at her, with the catty grin he wore when he knew he was winning. She felt a scorching heat fill her belly and a hand moved to Jareth's backside. She hesitated for a moment then wickedly spanked the clenched cheeks smartly; a cry of protest arose from his lips. The iron grip on her waist loosened and Jareth fell beside her with a puff of exhaustion, and scooped her close to him and held her there for a moment, before kissing her temple and allowing her to wrap a leg around him and snuggle close.



"Now, darling, that wasn't so bad, was it? The first time is always the hardest, and I told you not to be so apprehensive about it." Jareth's voice was muffled by the top of her head as he breathed in the scent of her hair.



"When have I ever listened to you?" Sarah leaned her face up to him sweetly, but he kissed the end of her nose coyly instead.

 

“Never, apparently. You certainly didn’t heed my advice about going though with that ridiculous ceremony… I’ve never seen so much fluff in my life.”

 

“But it’s what I wanted.” Sarah’s voice edged toward a whine on the last word and her fingers grazed over his pale shoulder glinting in the light. “And you think the dress was fluffy after the atrocity you made me wear in your silly ballroom…”

 

“I thought you looked well in those colors.” Jareth’s eyes twinkled playfully and Sarah shoved him slightly. “Fine, fine. You were beautiful today, if I’ve not told you enough already. Though, I still don’t know why you said yes in the first place.”

 

Sarah rolled her eyes at her husband. “Because I love you, silly. Why else would I have?”



”I don’t know. Power, revenge…”

 

“Jareth!”

 

“What?”

 

“After… what happened just now you think it was for any of those reasons? I would have died a virgin if it weren’t for you.”

 

“Dying on me now?” Jareth quirked an eyebrow.

 

Sarah grasped at her naked breast and rolled away from him, gasping for air, and attempting to hide the smile forming on her lips. “Lights… fading! Senses… dulling…” She turned her head to the side, shut her eyes tight and stuck her tongue out dramatically.

 

“Liar,” Jareth purred. As he leaned toward her, she opened a single eye and peered out at him.

 

“You’re ruining the illusion with the fourth wall, you know.” She shut her eye and stuck her tongue out further.

 

“Oh, sorry… I mean, oh woe is me! A widower after only a day of such wonderful matrimony…”

 

“Now you’re overdoing it.” Sarah peeped out at him again and he was shaking with laughter, and she rolled to face him and shook her head at him.

 

“You’re one to talk.” Jareth raised his eyes knowingly, and ran a finger down her side so that she shuddered, and she knew he could only be speaking of her… earlier tantrum.

 

“Jareth, shut up. I know. Now kiss me and let’s pretend I didn’t ignore your advice.”

 

“Anything for you, Sarah.”

 

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