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A little fluff I thought of this morning, I might continue depending upon reader response.

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Christmas Forgiveness


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"Kingy, Kingy!" His goblin Skittle popped into his throne room where Jareth lounged, draped upon his stone and great horn throne, his head tipped back against the edge.

"What?" Jareth snapped not bothering to turn his head, his wispy white hair drifting about his face as he deeply sighed. His mood was distinctly poor since the fight with his Sarah. It began earlier today over her annual Christmas party this evening at her place of business which he insisted she shouldn't attend alone. She blurted that she wasn't attending alone before clapping her hand firming over her mouth and turning wide eyes to his surprised and hurt expression. He couldn't quite remember the exact words he'd said in response to her extremely hurtful decision but he did remember he chose to be hurtful as well before vanishing back to his castle.

"Kingy, thing for you!"

"I don't want it. Take it away." He waved his gloved hand dismissively and continued to stare at the ceiling. He couldn't believe his Sarah, his Sarah, was...at this moment...attending a soiree...without him...in the company of another man. Of course, a small...very small...part of him sing sang that she wasn't technically his Sarah...yet. But things had been going so well ever since he reestablished a connection with her several years ago, slow, gradual but well. He had strong hopes that she would soon be his Queen, until today that is.

"But Kingy..." The goblin insisted.

"I said I don't want it! Bog it or keep yourself, I don't care." Jareth shouted losing his temper with the little goblin. He wanted to be lost in his thoughts not dealing with annoying Bog-headed goblins. Why ever would she fancy attending the party with another struck a chord within Jareth he loathe to admit existed. Did she not appreciate him? Not admire him? Did she not...he gulped...desire him? Had he so misread the charged atmosphere between them? Jareth frowned running his hand over his face. Oh Gods, the thought of his Sarah enjoying a romantic evening out with another twisted a sharp point in his chest. He'd made a bloody mess of it now.

"But Kingy!" Skittle yelled and Skittle never yelled, "It's from her!"

"What?" Jareth spun on his throne, his boots slamming on the stone floor, his eyes wide and his face bright. He gripped the horned armrests of his throne and stared down at his faithful, little goblin who held a large box wrapped in shiny green paper and a golden ribbon. Skittle shivered under the sudden intense gaze of his King. He'd returned from Above as quickly as possible after the Queen-to-be tasked him with her 'very important message to the King which required immediate delivery'.

Jareth leaned down to the little goblin, reverently lifting the large and weighty box from his grasp. Skittle waited patiently for his King's reaction. Jareth noticed a large manila envelope slid underneath the ribbon. He withdrew and opened it after setting the box on his lap. The oversized postcard was of excellent paper stock with raised gold embossing on one side and distressed edges; it was a formal invitation to a Christmas Party. The Christmas Party. The one Sarah should already be attending without him. He didn't understand...until he turned it over and saw her handwriting.

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'Jareth, you were right. I should have asked you to escort me. I'm sorry. If you hurry we can still arrive fashionably late.

PS. The box contains sort of a peace offering after what was said.

Yours, Sarah.'

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A huge grin spread over Jareth's face as he read her hastily scrawled note which looked like the most beautiful script in the world to him. Lightly he ran his fingertips over the inked words, the heavy gauge paper feeling slightly rough through his gloves. His Sarah. Jareth placed the missive on the seat of his throne and swiftly but carefully unwrapped the gift. It wasn't every day the King of the Goblins received gifts from his Queen-to-be or from anyone for that matter.

He opened the cardboard flaps revealing a large ring of multi-colored, brownish baked edible which emitted a heavy intoxicating odor. "What the devil is strange confection?" He reached into the box and tore off a moderately sized chunk and popped it into his mouth commencing to chew delicately. And immediately coughed and spit the repulsive gob from his mouth where it landed on the stone floor in a mushy heap. Skittle leaned over and sniffed at the remains before lapping it up.

"It's good, Kingy!"

"What kind of Bloody hell peace offering is this? Is she trying to poison me?" He tossed the entire box of revolting cake to the floor; the cardboard broke open spilling its contents over the flagstone and several other goblins joined Skittle enjoying the Queen-to-be's 'sort-of-peace-offering'.

"Well, well, well, Precious...So it's games you want to play is it?" He imagined her laughing at her little joke. His eyes twinkled and his heart leapt as he snapped his fingers replacing his casual attire with a formal gray silk Armani suit. His hair and facial features morphed to appear Mortal, shorter hair, Fae markings around his eyes gone but still as stunning as ever. "I accept and shall be your escort for the evening but you may regret your challenge." He whispered to the air before winking from his throne to the Aboveground to greet his Sarah properly.

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Please Review! I've been in a fluffy mood lately, guess it must be the holidays, lol!