|Dancing on a Tightrope
Author: Glitter Poisoned My Blood PM
On the subject of Jareth, Sarah was dancing on a tightrope between love and hatred. J/S Oneshot T for suggested themes.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Angst - Sarah & Jareth - Words: 472 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 7 - Published: 02-07-10 - Status: Complete - id: 5727654
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On the subject of Jareth, Sarah was dancing on a tightrope between love and hatred. I don't own any of the characters. Thanks!
Sarah hated the way his voice had such a smooth and silky sound that caused her to feel lust that radiated to her knees.
Sarah hated the way that he looked at her with unmasked seduction and pleasure when he looked at her from afar.
Sarah hated that he always used rotten tricks to lure her into his love-bed each night, even better than the previous.
Sarah hated that he was so dramatic and that he kept her on the edge of her seat when she wanted to relax and sleep.
Sarah hated that he was so incorrigible and that he never let down in arguments when he was so clearly wrong and she was right.
Sarah hated how he always complimented her with utter sincerity to her face but with joking and preposterous means with his mocking tone of voice that always endeared her until the end.
Sarah hated that he had a twisted sense of logic that always ended up being right in the end, even when she tried her hardest to make him wrong.
Sarah hated that he could coerce her into doing things that she never would have dreamed or wanted to do before she had met him or would do after they parted.
Sarah hated the way his hair was so soft and inviting in her gentle palms that caused her to feel nothing but the pure pleasure that ran through her veins.
Sarah hated that he always treated her so gently but expected her to be stronger than steel in front of others, as if she were a statue that could not be hurt.
Sarah hated the way he wanted her to be submissive to him, like she was a trophy-wife that could be bought or sold to others when the owner got bored.
Sarah hated how he lied about being slave to her will when she was clearly slave to his because she always ended up do what he wanted in the end.
Sarah hated that he could be so wrong, yet so right each and every time they argued.
Sarah hated how good he made her feel even when she knew it was not correct, as though their actions were sinful at best.
Sarah hated that no matter how many times he wronged her she always took him back into her warm, inviting arms.
Sarah hated Jareth, more than she hated any other person in the world; he was the only one who could make her feel this angry, passionate emotion!
"I love you," she whispered into his warm ear.
Sarah hated the way she loved him.
So much passion… so little screen time. Review, please!