Skipped the Lady to the Master's Gate
Written by A Lady Grinning
Chapter 8
When he found her, she was still dancing.
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It was fifth time in a row that she was reliving the serenade in its entirety (before, just the entrance onto the dance floor had sufficed). At this point, he begins singing that he'll be there for her as the world falls down, again, and, oh, how Sarah relished it now! Through her recently closed eyelids, she saw the intense, caring gaze all the clearer, and, not only could she comprehend it, she could replicate it.
It was a moment, however, before Sarah understood that the light imprint left on her waist and the firmer on her right hand were occurring yet again; and, as she opened her eyes, that he was singing again.
Jareth was back.
For a moment, the memory replayed in every way a replica of the original (with the exception of the attire of the re-enactors), his look full of tenderness, hers of wonder . . .
. . . Until the song ended.
Sarah and Jareth stood, gazing into each other's eyes, scarcely understanding their own reflections within. Neither could say a word, as there were none to describe this instantaneous correspondence that flooded through them.
The silence was broken by Sarah's sudden, irrational decision to close the slender gap and kiss the King of Dreams on the mouth.
The explosion created was extraordinary. Immediately, when a kiss was all it began as, Sarah, still shocked at herself, was enveloped in Jareth's compelling embrace. He was holding her so close to his body (still armored) while his gloved fingers caressed her spine, and his lips caressed hers. So overwhelmed was Sarah by the King's actions, her own, and the awesome notion that she was physically tasting the Goblin King (and, God, that he was tasting her . . . ) , that her legs lost their strength and she fell forwards, all the further into the beckoning warmth.
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The fall was not as rough as Sarah had suspected, for Jareth was now wearing a blouse of silk—far softer and, dare she think it, more yielding than the armor. Nor was it as far a fall; the two fell not to the floor but onto something higher: a bed, Sarah noticed, once she pulled lightly away from the kiss to observe their new surroundings. It was a white bed with a lace canopy drawn back, and, as Jareth's mouth now massaged her neck, causing thrills within her, nothing could look more welcoming.
Feeling perfectly at ease now, Sarah released herself from Jareth's embrace only so much that she could lie back on the bed. Jareth accommodated by stretching himself on top of Sarah's body and switching his mouth's target to her collarbone and then, as she felt her clothing begin to fall away, to lower regions.
Sarah had never felt such euphoria, and she allowed her King to execute yet another of his accomplished masteries (and another, and another) with full trust, never once questioning what he was doing or what it all meant; the ever-augmenting pleasure outweighed it by far. In so short a time, Sarah had grown so much, from that girl who thought a kiss was exciting into a woman who knew how the magic in the fingers and mouth of the King of Dreams could affect portions of her body which she had barely considered before. As this notion crossed her racing mind, she feared that she might have to suppress a haughty laugh at her past self but forgot it as Jareth found yet another way to make Sarah gasp.
Only once, when Jareth's face returned to her eye level not for a kiss, but for a look of sheer severity and passion, did she feel any fear.
But in the moment that followed, when he came inside her and a pulsing iamb was developed between them, Sarah was certain there was nothing more right in the world.
............................................................................................................
When it was over, their grip on each other loosened, and they tenderly held each other, utterly spent. Sarah lay within Jareth's arms, her head resting against his bare chest, and slowly breathed in accordance with him, beginning to compute what had just occurred.
At some point, she realized that she had just slept with the Goblin King, and she slowly disentangled her legs from his and inched away a bit, a little frightened of the whole situation. Naturally, in this action, Sarah also realized that they both were still naked, which only made her more self-conscious, and she pulled some blanket tightly around her torso. While she forced herself to study the pattern on the comforter, she felt Jareth's searing gaze fall upon her, but she could not make herself look at him.
And then she did, and saw the concern in his face. In that single look, Sarah was reminded of why it had all happened. She gave him a small smile and tentatively reaching out for his hand. Jareth brought hers up to his lips and serenely kissed it.
"Sarah . . ." he murmured, gazing into her eyes. "I love you."
Her insides wrung together, squeezing out her quiet response: "I love you."
Placing his other arm around her, Jareth pulled Sarah to him and kissed her with newfound passion, stronger than before, yet gentler as well. Sarah could do nothing but reciprocate, slowly reaching for his face and returning her unbounded love.
A moment, then Jareth broke the kiss and spoke huskily onto Sarah's still-craving mouth.
"Sarah, do you know why I chose a peach as my present to you?"
Sarah waited for his response, then excitedly felt Jareth's fingers slide down her stomach.
"Such soft skin . . . and so tender within."
She gasped.
"A perfect description of you, my love."
Their passions converged once more. At their ecstatic juncture, Sarah felt hot tears drop onto her face, and, in accordance with Jareth's concomitant trembling, Sarah, too, began to weep.
Written by A Lady Grinning
Chapter 8
When he found her, she was still dancing.
.......................................................................................................
It was fifth time in a row that she was reliving the serenade in its entirety (before, just the entrance onto the dance floor had sufficed). At this point, he begins singing that he'll be there for her as the world falls down, again, and, oh, how Sarah relished it now! Through her recently closed eyelids, she saw the intense, caring gaze all the clearer, and, not only could she comprehend it, she could replicate it.
It was a moment, however, before Sarah understood that the light imprint left on her waist and the firmer on her right hand were occurring yet again; and, as she opened her eyes, that he was singing again.
Jareth was back.
For a moment, the memory replayed in every way a replica of the original (with the exception of the attire of the re-enactors), his look full of tenderness, hers of wonder . . .
. . . Until the song ended.
Sarah and Jareth stood, gazing into each other's eyes, scarcely understanding their own reflections within. Neither could say a word, as there were none to describe this instantaneous correspondence that flooded through them.
The silence was broken by Sarah's sudden, irrational decision to close the slender gap and kiss the King of Dreams on the mouth.
The explosion created was extraordinary. Immediately, when a kiss was all it began as, Sarah, still shocked at herself, was enveloped in Jareth's compelling embrace. He was holding her so close to his body (still armored) while his gloved fingers caressed her spine, and his lips caressed hers. So overwhelmed was Sarah by the King's actions, her own, and the awesome notion that she was physically tasting the Goblin King (and, God, that he was tasting her . . . ) , that her legs lost their strength and she fell forwards, all the further into the beckoning warmth.
............................................................................................................
The fall was not as rough as Sarah had suspected, for Jareth was now wearing a blouse of silk—far softer and, dare she think it, more yielding than the armor. Nor was it as far a fall; the two fell not to the floor but onto something higher: a bed, Sarah noticed, once she pulled lightly away from the kiss to observe their new surroundings. It was a white bed with a lace canopy drawn back, and, as Jareth's mouth now massaged her neck, causing thrills within her, nothing could look more welcoming.
Feeling perfectly at ease now, Sarah released herself from Jareth's embrace only so much that she could lie back on the bed. Jareth accommodated by stretching himself on top of Sarah's body and switching his mouth's target to her collarbone and then, as she felt her clothing begin to fall away, to lower regions.
Sarah had never felt such euphoria, and she allowed her King to execute yet another of his accomplished masteries (and another, and another) with full trust, never once questioning what he was doing or what it all meant; the ever-augmenting pleasure outweighed it by far. In so short a time, Sarah had grown so much, from that girl who thought a kiss was exciting into a woman who knew how the magic in the fingers and mouth of the King of Dreams could affect portions of her body which she had barely considered before. As this notion crossed her racing mind, she feared that she might have to suppress a haughty laugh at her past self but forgot it as Jareth found yet another way to make Sarah gasp.
Only once, when Jareth's face returned to her eye level not for a kiss, but for a look of sheer severity and passion, did she feel any fear.
But in the moment that followed, when he came inside her and a pulsing iamb was developed between them, Sarah was certain there was nothing more right in the world.
............................................................................................................
When it was over, their grip on each other loosened, and they tenderly held each other, utterly spent. Sarah lay within Jareth's arms, her head resting against his bare chest, and slowly breathed in accordance with him, beginning to compute what had just occurred.
At some point, she realized that she had just slept with the Goblin King, and she slowly disentangled her legs from his and inched away a bit, a little frightened of the whole situation. Naturally, in this action, Sarah also realized that they both were still naked, which only made her more self-conscious, and she pulled some blanket tightly around her torso. While she forced herself to study the pattern on the comforter, she felt Jareth's searing gaze fall upon her, but she could not make herself look at him.
And then she did, and saw the concern in his face. In that single look, Sarah was reminded of why it had all happened. She gave him a small smile and tentatively reaching out for his hand. Jareth brought hers up to his lips and serenely kissed it.
"Sarah . . ." he murmured, gazing into her eyes. "I love you."
Her insides wrung together, squeezing out her quiet response: "I love you."
Placing his other arm around her, Jareth pulled Sarah to him and kissed her with newfound passion, stronger than before, yet gentler as well. Sarah could do nothing but reciprocate, slowly reaching for his face and returning her unbounded love.
A moment, then Jareth broke the kiss and spoke huskily onto Sarah's still-craving mouth.
"Sarah, do you know why I chose a peach as my present to you?"
Sarah waited for his response, then excitedly felt Jareth's fingers slide down her stomach.
"Such soft skin . . . and so tender within."
She gasped.
"A perfect description of you, my love."
Their passions converged once more. At their ecstatic juncture, Sarah felt hot tears drop onto her face, and, in accordance with Jareth's concomitant trembling, Sarah, too, began to weep.