98Chapter 2
The dawn rose, pale pink and yellow light piercing the grey, and Sarah had not slept. Her doubts and hopes swirled in her consciousness, chasing sleep away. Thankful for a day off, she sluggishly drew a bath. The water washed away the tense sweat, heat relaxing her muscles. Emerging from the bathroom, her bed seemed to finally welcome her, and she fell deeply asleep.
It was the sharp light of late afternoon that greeted her when she awoke. Instantly awake, all of the events that led to this flooded her brain. One thing in particular had surfaced in her subconscious dreams, and she dwelt on Jareth's words…
"Fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave…"
Possession. There was no doubt that possession was at the core of those words. They implied a desire to own her, to dominate and control her. She had always scoffed at that. Do as you say? Yeah, right.
But being older, and slightly wiser, at this moment Sarah focused on the latter half. …and I will be your slave. All of her tension, which was, yes, sexual, focused on this idea. She finally realized that the implied possessiveness wasn't one-sided. That if she had given herself, she would have received him in return. Yes, she did fear him a bit, but not a lot, just enough to keep her on her toes. She knew he would never be predictable, whither as a foe or a lover.
But all of theses thoughts were precipitous. Right now, she had a white owl, who may or may not be the Goblin King, that liked to sit in front of her window. It wasn't much to go on. But it was enough. She would simply see where things led.
Deciding on continuing her lazy day, a while later found her wrapped in a fluffy robe, tea steaming on the table, book on her knees while she lounged in the chaise. Soft evening light descended in to night, and Sarah's book descended in to lascivious territory. The heroine's legs were parting, the hero sliding down her body to worship her, when Sarah felt the days of tension catch up to her. Suddenly, Sarah recognized the burn she had been feeling for some time. Clenching her thighs together, she felt the slickness that heralded her arousal. She knew she had been building to this for days, hoping for that striking man to truly be lurking outside her window.
It hadn't been too long after running the labyrinth that Sarah felt the attraction. She dwelled on her adventure so much, thinking things over and over, and she found herself remembering the smell of him as he leaned close and whispered, "It's further than you think." She remembered the form of him, silhouetted against the Escher-like room, as he sang. She remembered the curl of his lips as he spun her in that dress, and those ridiculously sensual eyes. Yes, for a long while now, Sarah had looked back on him with lust, fingers dancing a rhythm against herself, exploding at the thought of his touch.
Without thought, Sarah's fingers trailed to lie against her mound, blocked by the robe from reaching further. Looking out the window, soft moonlight illuminated the tree and the emptiness of its branches. Her fingers found the seam of the cloth, and slid underneath, searching. Unerringly, she lightly touched that bundle of nerves, caught her breath at the perfect sensation, and fell in to her fantasies.
Slowly, achingly, her finger moved in a slow circle. Sarah tried to distract her self from the sensation in her finger, wishing it was his and trying to pretend. Moments passed, and Sarah thought of his lips on hers, and moaned softly. The sound made her open her eyes.
The snowy white owl gazed back.
Her fingers stilled, blush creeping up her cheeks, and Sarah sat frozen, heart pounding. She was still mostly covered, hand hiding any skin that may have been visible. Still, there was no doubt of what she had been doing. If this was Jareth, and Sarah believed it was, then he was witnessing something intensely personal. For a bit she stayed frozen, but then scooted forward in order to stand.
The friction caused the ache at the apex of her thighs to increase, and she paused. Perched on the edge of her lounge, Sarah looked at the bird, and thought. And decided to do something about everything.
She wanted him. Time to let him know that.
She spread her legs. The action caused the bottom of the robe to gape open, exposing everything. Moonlight caressed the pale skin of her flesh, and as one hand resumed it's task below, the other rose to her face. Her passion reignited, she let her sensuality free, caressing her face, trailing fingers across her lips, palm sliding down her throat.
Taking both hands, she began to untie the robe. One hand slipping in to feel the warm skin of her breast, the other pulling the sides of the robe open, baring her whole body to the cool light. She knew he could see everything, every crevice, curve and mound of her body, and she basked in the moonlight. She didn't look at the owl, choosing to think about Jareth himself, and what she wanted him to do to her. Hands ghosting up her waist, circling her breasts, one reaching further to entangle in her hair, she caressed herself. Nipples peaked; she slid that hand down her stomach, muscles tensing at the sensation, and dipped in to her sex.
The days of frustration, the years of wanting him, the excitement of him sitting right there in front of her, and her expert touch took her quickly to a point of breathless gasping. Fingers firmly moving over her clit, one hand gripping a breast, offering it out to him, she thought of Jareth moving over her, crying out her name. A roiling, churning, lightning sensation starting at her center, and electrifying every bit of her, mind numbing in bliss, overtook everything and she cried out his name.
When she could stand the thought of it, she opened her eyes. An empty tree, illuminated by the moon, sat in front of her.
AN: Hehe. More to come...
Could you imagine if it made the owl just an owl? lol.
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