Your eyes can be so cruel Pg03

'Sarah, it's the guy from my dream, get away from him!' Sarah looked at him, 'Toby, its fine. We don't need to worry about him; he's pretty harmless right now. I'm going to go back to my place, tell dad I felt sick. I'll call you tomorrow.' She walked out of the house, as Jareth passed Toby, he pushed him into the doorframe and grabbed the neck of his shirt in his fist, 'You hurt her, and I'll kill you.' Toby let go of his shirt and Jareth was tempted to summon a goblin upon the boy, but he thought it wasn't wise, as he had already overstepped the mark with Sarah.
Jareth sat silently in the car whilst Sarah started on her journey. Sarah felt it was awkward, so she decided to make some conversation but what could she converse about with the Goblin King?? 'You may be displeased with your accommodation, Jareth, it's not as luxurious as your castle rooms are.' She looked over at him, his stern face turning up to a smile. 'It's quite alright, I'm sure it can't be that bad, I mean, as long as you serve me whilst I'm here I should be fine.' He said casually then realised his mistake. Sarah's face was a picture of anger. 'How dare you ask me to serve you! You're such an arrogant prick! I can't believe you have such audacity. I have a right mind to throw you out of my car at high speed.' She hissed. 'I apologise, Sarah. I haven't grown used to your customs yet.'  He fiddled with the glove box as his legs were too long to fit into the foot hold and he was cramping up. Sarah saw him struggling and thought of leaving him like it to punish him for being so insolent, but her instincts took over and she pulled over at the side of the road and reached in-between his legs to adjust the chair. 'Sarah..What're you doing?' A smirk had taken over his mouth as he looked down at her hand, in-between his legs. He rested his hand on her back as she fumbled around looking for the bar to pull the chair back. 'Shut up, Jareth. I'm adjusting your seat because you're such a lanky bastard.' She found it and he half panicked when she slid him back as far as the seat would go. 'I'm not lanky! I'm slender.' He said when he regained his composure. Sarah rolled her eyes and started the engine once more and took off from the lay-by.
(End of Chapter 2)
'Well Sarah, I must say, I didn't expect much but this is pretty bad, isn't it?' Jareth announced as he entered her home. 'Jareth, don't be so rude. I'm inviting you into my home, and am putting you up; I don't expect you to insult my home.' He examined a photograph of her when she was younger and acting in the park, in her white dress with the ribbons in her hair. He smiled at this as it reminded him of the time when she had cowered before him upon their first meeting, in her parent's room. It suddenly occurred to him that this vision didn't excite him anymore, he didn't want to be feared by her, he wanted her to love him, the way he loved her. 'Jareth, are you hungry or thirsty?' Sarah called from the kitchen. 'He entered the room and startled her, boiling the kettle to make coffee. 'I am slightly parched. What wines do you have?' He looked around for some bottles but could see none. Sarah looked at him in astonishment. Jareth noticed this, 'What? Where do you keep your wine? Do you have a cellar?' Sarah grabbed her mug of coffee and held it out to him. 'Try this, it's not wine but I drink this everyday.' Jareth took the mug from her and looked at the little fantasy creatures painted on it. 'Go on Jareth. It's not poisoned; I have no desire for a limp and lifeless you. Well, not anymore.'  Jareth brought the mug to his lips and smelled the warm scent of the coffee. He sipped the drink and shrieked as he dropped the mug and it smashed on the floor spraying coffee everywhere.  'What the hell was that about!?' Sarah said, looking at the broken mug and pool of coffee on the floor. 'You're trying to burn me!? My lips are burning! How dare you defy me?' Jareth nursed his lips with his fingertips. 'Sorry, Jareth, I forgot you've probably never had a hot drink before, let me make you another, but cooler. I'll even forgive you for smashing my favourite mug.' She smiled at him. 'You can try it first, I'm not risking my lips for a drink, and it takes a lot to look as good as I. I wouldn't want to become disfigured.' Jareth looked down at the mess he'd made on the floor and Sarah bent down to pick up the pieces of mug. He brought a crystal out of thin air and as he dropped it on the floor, it transformed into a little goblin. 'How can I help you, your Majesty?' The little goblin said as he bowed. 'Clean up this mess, now.' Jareth said as if he hadn't even noticed the goblin had appeared. 'Yes, your Majesty!' The little goblin hurriedly gathered up the pieces of mug and caught one as Sarah grabbed it at the same time. The goblin yanked it out of her hand, cutting one her forefinger. 'Ouch!' Sarah cried. The goblin gathered all the pieces and mopped the floor with a rag he had in his pockets. 'I shall leave you in peace now, you Majesty.' He bowed again waiting for dismissal. 'Sarah, what happened?' Jareth asked, concerned with her running her finger under the tap. 'Your goblin cut me with a goddamn piece of that mug.' She said angrily. Jareth looked down at the goblin bowed before him. 'Is this true, Trundel?' Jareth barked at him, 'Yes, your Majesty. She tried to steal the pieces I was cleaning up, Sir.' The little goblin said, afraid of Jareth's tone. 'You insolent little bottom-feeder! I'll put you into the bog of stench and drown you in it slowly!' With this, he made the goblin disappear into thin air, pleading his apologies. Jareth took Sarah's hand in his and brought her finger up to look at it. 'Really, Jareth, it's nothing...' He brought her finger to his mouth and parted his lips, put her finger in his mouth and sucked lightly. For a moment, Sarah was lost in the moment and watched him lustfully, longing for him to take her to the bedroom. He removed her finger and kissed it, 'There, now how about that coffee, Sarah, darling.' She blushed increasingly as she turned and used the now lukewarm kettle water to make him another coffee. 'Here, take a sip.' She handed him another mug. 'Don't drop this one.' She smiled at him playfully. Jareth brought the new cooler mug to his lips and tasted the milky coffee, and drank more and more until the mug was empty. 'Sarah, that was amazing! Can I have another?!' Sarah looked at him strangely, as he was instantly hyperactive. 'I think not Jareth; I don't need a hyperactive goblin king running around my apartment. You may have one a day and drink it slowly.' Jareth didn't like being told what he could and couldn't have. He said, 'Well, if I don't break anything, can I have another?' He gritted his teeth, 'Please.' Sarah saw how hard this was for him and felt pleased with it, but didn't want to push him. 'Yes, Jareth, once you have calmed down.'
Jareth was sitting in the lounge trying to work out what the black oblong he was holding was. It seemed to have lots of little rubber buttons on it, with numbers and symbols on each.  As he was turning it this way and that, Sarah came into the room with two plates of pasta bake. She wondered why she was being so hospitable all of a sudden to Jareth, of all people, but it seemed strangely right. She put the food in front of him on the coffee table with a fork. 'Is this for me?' He looked at the plate then back at her. Something dawned on Sarah, 'You're not allergic to anything are you?' She asked. 'Sarah, I am fae. I have no natural illnesses,' He looked at her, 'You could say I'm perfect.' He put some of the food in his mouth and began to eat. Sarah rolled her eyes and took the television remote he had been examining and switched on the box. 'You can do magic?!' He spluttered through a mouthful of food. 'I didn't know there was magic in the Above.' Sarah laughed, and threw the remote down next to him. 'Jareth, it's not magic. I don't know how it works but it just does, science can explain it.' Jareth sulked as he felt slightly embarrassed. When the food was finished, Jareth got up and took Sarah's plate into the kitchen and washed it. He returned and sat next to her on the sofa she was sitting on and looked at her. 'Sarah, I'd like the chance to apologise for the past. I was foolish to think you would respond to my courting at the age of 15.' Sarah moved back a little, to the arm of the sofa. 'Jareth, I can't forgive you right away, you need to prove to me that you're not like that anymore.' Jareth took her hands in his, 'I will, Sarah, I will for you, I wouldn't like us to be on bad terms. I do have to ask you something though. Whilst in this house can I change into my normal clothes? I hate these ones. They will leave marks on my skin.' Sarah giggled. 'Of course you can, as long as your ego doesn't come back with them.' Jareth pouted and in an instant he was back in his leggings and poet, this time, black and white, respectively.
It was around 10pm and Jareth was watching the television. He and Sarah had been in silence for some time now. She went to the kitchen and got a bottle of red wine from the cupboard. She poured a glass for Jareth and herself. 'What harm could it do, to have a glass of wine with the Goblin King?' She thought to herself. She brought the bottle with her, in case he'd like more. 'Jareth, I have a surprise for you.' She said, holding the glass to him. He took it graciously, and she sat next to him with hers in hand. They chatted for a while about how the Underground had been since she had left. After around an hour, the two bottles of wine were empty and a third had been opened and was being drunk heartily. Sarah stood up for a moment and the alcohol in her system hit her hard ad she fell onto an equally drunken Jareth. 'You're taking advantage of me! Rape! Rape!' Jareth shouted and Sarah had to stifle him with her hand, giggling. 'Jareth, you are awful!' she slurred, 'I'm quite drunk, as are you, my goblin friend.'  Jareth looked at her and bit her hand, then announced, 'I am no goblin! I am a fae! I am no lowly goblin you silly girl' he poked his tongue out at her and smirked, pleased with her body on his. 'I may be a silly girl, but then you are a silly drunken fae, and I do not approve of your explessive drinking. No, excessive, that's the one.' She said, matter of factly, her head falling onto his shoulder. He could feel her breath on his neck, which aroused him slightly. He turned his head to her. 'If you keep breathing on my neck, I shall ravage you.' He smiled at her pulled her to lie on the sofa, his body on top of hers 'Just like this!' They giggled together then got caught, staring into each other's eyes. Jareth felt something should be done to break the silence. Their bodies so close and their heads swimming, he locked his lips on hers and commenced a deep, passionate kiss.