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Makes No Sense At All (Labyrinth) - Ch 9
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Makes No Sense At All (Labyrinth) - Ch 9 *Chapter 9 - I don't know where my destiny's taking me Sarah was taken by surprise, though why with all his innuendos, she had no idea. But she gave into the firm press of his lips against hers, which turned into his tongue slowly invading her mouth searching for more. Her hands came up to grasp the back of his shirt and she was aware her skirt had ridden up to her thighs. How that was possible with how tightly he was pressed against her, would remain a mystery. Aside from the fact that she felt she was exactly where she should be, in his arms, a feeling was nagging at her that this was not the moment for them. Even though they'd met before, she was still technically a and as adults they were<b> virtual </font></b>strangers. She wasn't one to sleep around with just anyone. If she was, there would've been quite a few guys she would've tried for. Maybe not quite as handsome as the Goblin King whose one gloved hand was currently inching its way inside her shirt. She had to decide now if she wanted this to continue or if she would regret it. Now that was laughable, regret? But on some level she would. He must have access to so many women, more beautiful than her average self, and she didn't want to be just another conquest. No matter how much her body was screaming to just let it happen. She turned her head away, feeling like she hadn't taken a breath in ages, and slowly pushed against his chest. Which somehow was bare due to his shirt having come completely open and was just hanging from his arms. "Jareth, we can't," her voice was barely a whisper and he didn't hear it. As when he didn't have access to her mouth, he started to trail hot kisses down her neck. "Jareth," she got her voice back, pushing with some pressure against his shoulders,"we really need to stop. We barely know each other. I am not that type of girl." His eyes shifted up to her face to find she was serious. He was pushing her too far, too soon. With a sigh, he slid up and sat next to her, easing his arm around her. She stiffened at first, but when she realized he wasn't going any farther, she relaxed against him. "I'm sorry, I just..don't want to be a conquest and an easy one at that," her eyes were on her hands in her lap. If she would've been looking at him, she would've seen the look of surprise and anger that passed over his face. Recognizing she felt vulnerable, which he normally would take advantage of, but didn't, he schooled his expression to become passive. His tone was neutral as he asked,"And why would you think you were just another woman I wish to bed?" She did look up then,"Because all you know of me is a 15 year old immature who didn't understand what life was really like. I have grown and changed, Jareth. So it's either that or maybe you want to best your enemy in one form or another?" She slipped a teasing tone into her voice at the end of her speech to soften the accusation. This time he kept his face implacable,"Couldn't I just simply find you too delicious for me to resist?" She hated it when she couldn't read him, which was most of the time. "Well then we're back to being a conquest, which I'm not comfortable with," she blew out a breath, the tops of her breasts moving above the shirt where it has dislodged during his explorations,"I don't want to argue. I just don't want to move this fast. I would like to become friends at least, especially since it looks like you're stuck with me for a little while anyway." He was satisfied that she wasn't being the recalcitrant brat of earlier years, but a grown woman who recognized what she wanted. Even when her body was most likely demanding otherwise. He squeezed her with the arm that was still around her shoulders, "I understand where you're coming from, love and I shall try to concede to your request. Things move quicker with Fae than with humans. We don't see the need to procrastinate when we want something, but then again we don't have human moral standards." He stood up, walked around the bed and offered her his hand,"Unfortunately, it will be dinner soon and I have some matters to attend to before then. I will leave you in your room for now and will come to you to dinner in an hour." She allowed him to pull her up,"Ok, thank you for understanding." She held his hand until they walked the short distance to the connecting door, where it shut behind her once she was through. She sat reading quietly for ten minutes when a little goblin not quite half her height, with brown hair sticking out every which way, wearing a dark grey shapeless dress, hurried in. "Oh Lady, we must get you dressed for dinner. The King has sent me to aid you," she bustled to the wardrobe. Sarah sat the book open face down in her lap, "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" "King wants to have a formal dinner tonight, which you must dress very nice for. What you have on isn't bad for an informal occasion, but we must get you all done up," her voice was muffled as she dug in the wardrobe. Sarah sat the book on the little table beside the chair and walked behind the goblin,"I don't have anything really fancy, if that's what you're after. Just normal clothes." "Aha!" she pulled a dress out from the depths of who knew where, that was black on top with straps and a red bottom that started right below her chest with little black flowers. There was tulle underneath, but it didn't seem to be a lot. "Where did you get that? I know I don't own that," Sarah fingered the bottom of the dress. It seemed quite modern with just a touch of old-fashioned times,"and by the way what should I call you?" "I don't rightly know, Lady. We're all just goblins," she laid the garment on the bed. "Well then we need to name you. I can't just say 'Hey Goblin' when I need to get your attention. What would you like as a name?" she followed the small form. The female paused,"Hmm, I have always liked the sound of Dot. I do so love that design." Sarah stifled a smile,"Well then, that is what I will call you from now on, if you don't mind." The newly named Dot clapped her hands together,"Oh my Lady, you are too kind. My very own name!" Dot helped her disrobe and then slide into the new dress. It was comfortable enough, she would be able to maneuver in it. When it fell around her, it hit right below her knees. Dot fussed with it for a moment to make sure it was settled on her Sarah to her liking, then produced a pair of red wedge heels with a strap around the ankle. Sarah wasn't one for her heels, but since it had a bit more to balance on than a normal heel, she would deal. After all, she would be sitting down most of the time. How bad could it be? Sarah then did some minimal makeup of eyeliner, mascara, and lip gloss to give a bit of a shine. By this time, the hour had almost passed. A knock sounded on the connecting door to the King's room and Dot scurried away as Sarah called for him to come in. He was dressed in one of his customary outfits in his unusual color variations. He had a short cape over it his shirt. He looked her up and down slowly and grinned,"You look delicious, love. Shall we?" He offered her his arm. She smiled and took it, then he lead them out through her sitting room into the hall. They traversed so many halls and turns that she had no idea how she would learn on her own. He patted her arm, "It will be ok precious, it shall come to you." He glanced over before looking forward again. "Please stop reading my thoughts, it's disturbing. Especially since I don't now how much you're picking up," she spared a glance his way as well, but kept her eyes forward so as not to trip, matching his strides with her unfamiliar shoes. "Something you wish for me not to hear, hmm?" he laughed in the wicked way that made her shiver involuntarily. "No, but a person's thought should remain private," her cheeks were burning, recalling how she had felt every inch of his body pressed against hers earlier that day. He tsked,"Do not lie to me sweetling. Just as we Fae cannot lie, we taste them." "Then don't ask such personal questions and stay out of my head," she shot back, looking over at him fully, losing track of her feet and tripping. His grip on her arm stopped her from tumbling into a pair of double doors,"I shall try, Sarah. But I will not make promises I may not keep." Before she could reply, the doors swung open revealing a long table, dark wood. Chairs of the same color surrounded it. The room itself was decorated to resemble a fairy wood, complete with paintings at intervals on the walls of woods, rivers, nature. There was a male with black hair and almost as dark eyes, dressed in a more somber attire of black and dark blue than Jareth's flamboyant style. She had to stifle a smile, let him hear that thought. Wearing the same type of cape though as the Goblin King, standing with hands clasped behind his back. At their entrance, he nodded at Jareth, then offered a slight smile to Sarah and Jareth introduced him as his brother Cerin. He bowed his head to her and took her hand to press a kiss to the back of it. He was a bit taller than Jareth once he was directly in front of her. They convened to the massive table, Jareth at the head, Sarah and Cerin on either side. He was amiable enough. Inquired as to why she was in the Underground, where Jareth smoothly cut in and explained she had accidentally wished herself away after reading tales about the Fae. He seemed interested in what she did above ground, was even knowledgeable that women weren't stuck in the dark ages and relied on the men, like the Underground. "Do you go above much?" she was curious. "Oh here and there. I find it fascinating," he smiled and took a bite of the dessert. Before she knew it, dinner was through and Cerin was bidding them farewell. Once again pressing a kiss to Sarah's hand. After he left, she turned to find Jareth frowning. She wasn't in the mood for an argument or his mercurial moods, so she pasted a happy look on her face,"Well he is very nice, I'm surprised he lives with you. Is it some kind of rule?" The Goblin King's expression darkened,"No. He had a falling out with our parents and requested to become my subject. I have so few Fae subjects that I granted it to him. Makes for a change of company now and then." "You don't spend much time together?" "It is a big castle and I am busy more than not. He is left to his own devices." They were walking back to towards their rooms, she partly recognized some of the halls,"Which reminds me, when will I get a tour of the castle?" 'I will endeavor to clear some of my duties tomorrow so you can see more than your room," he smirked. "Much appreciated I'm sure" she drawled, dramatically. They had arrived at the door to her sitting room. He pressed a kiss to her cheek, while he held her hands in his,"Good night Precious. I have some work I have been neglecting. I shall see you in the morning." "Good night, Your Majesty," she grinned, then went inside and gently closed the door. ----- Copyright 2017 A/N - Ok this so wasn't supposed to get anywhere near so hot and heavy as quick, but Jareth was insisting on some action. I let him have a smidge and then put my foot down. He wasn't happy with me, but he will just have to sulk and get over it. I have a plot to get back to for Pete's sake! *Lyric is from "Madness" - The Rasmus I sent an Angel to watch over you last night, it returned in a hurry. I asked why, it said "Angels can't watch porn." Thanks for fucking traumatizing my fucking Angel! Don't bother trying to figure me out. Not even the little voices in my head understand me. It's pointless! |
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