Jareth was curled around Sarah, almost purring as she ran her fingers through his hair.
“You’ve finished writing up your research notes?” She dropped a kiss on his forehead. “Bishop told me you were arguing over semantics.”
“We eventually reached an agreement over the term describing me as skipping whilst under the influence,” Jareth huffed. “Rook informed me that if I didn’t agree she would insist on using frolic and gambol instead.”
Sarah snorted an inelegant laugh as she replied fondly. “I’m sorry, but you’re both idiots.”
“Undoubtedly.” Running a hand along her side to her shoulder and down her arm, Jareth captured her hand and kissed her knuckles. “You fought well today, my love.”
“It wasn’t much of a fight.” Sarah shrugged.
“I disagree. It was the best kind of fight.” He held Sarah tightly as she tried to pull away to look him in the eye. “You stopped a physically larger opponent who would not have fought fairly and you did it without getting hurt.”
“I wanted to punch him, but I wasn’t about to risk a broken hand, and my defensive magic is still a little overenthusiastic.”
“Clever girl.” Jareth pressed a kiss to her wrist. “Now tell me what is troubling you?”
“I’m concerned that neither being beaten by a woman nor arrested on drug and attempted rape charges will do anything to curb his behaviour.” She frowned as she recalled the derogatory language used by the young man and his companions. “I suspect that he will see everything as being someone else’s fault rather than being an outcome caused by his own actions.”
“That would be an accurate assessment based on what we witnessed,” Jareth agreed. “You wish to keep a closer eye on him to prevent future transgressions?”
“Of course, but somehow I think that appearing in full Goblin Queen regalia might not get my point across. I would like to stop him from reoffending rather than fuel his masturbatory fantasies.”
“I can see how that could be an issue. You do look utterly delicious when you’re on official business.” Jareth growled while happily ground his hardening length into her hip. “Now please tell me more of these masturbatory fantasies, preferably while you model your armour and allow me to indulge in full audience participation.”
“You are not helping.” Sarah groaned as Jareth’s clever hands made an admirable attempt at diverting her from her worries. “I’m trying to be serious.”
“Well,” Jareth drawled out the word as he ran a finger around a nipple. “You don’t have to be the one to keep an eye on him.” She made happy humming noises and went still in his arms. “Sarah?”
“Sorry, now I’m picturing you wearing your goblin armour.”
“Cheeky minx, but I didn't mean me either.”
“I could send the goblins instead?” Sarah grinned broadly at the possibilities of unleashing the goblin horde to monitor and correct the errant behaviour of the young men. “I can really do that?”
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Jareth was curled around Sarah, almost purring as she ran her fingers through his hair.
“You’ve finished writing up your research notes?” She dropped a kiss on his forehead. “Bishop told me you were arguing over semantics.”
“We eventually reached an agreement over the term describing me as skipping whilst under the influence,” Jareth huffed. “Rook informed me that if I didn’t agree she would insist on using frolic and gambol instead.”
Sarah snorted an inelegant laugh as she replied fondly. “I’m sorry, but you’re both idiots.”
“Undoubtedly.” Running a hand along her side to her shoulder and down her arm, Jareth captured her hand and kissed her knuckles. “You fought well today, my love.”
“It wasn’t much of a fight.” Sarah shrugged.
“I disagree. It was the best kind of fight.” He held Sarah tightly as she tried to pull away to look him in the eye. “You stopped a physically larger opponent who would not have fought fairly and you did it without getting hurt.”
“I wanted to punch him, but I wasn’t about to risk a broken hand, and my defensive magic is still a little overenthusiastic.”
“Clever girl.” Jareth pressed a kiss to her wrist. “Now tell me what is troubling you?”
“I’m concerned that neither being beaten by a woman nor arrested on drug and attempted rape charges will do anything to curb his behaviour.” She frowned as she recalled the derogatory language used by the young man and his companions. “I suspect that he will see everything as being someone else’s fault rather than being an outcome caused by his own actions.”
“That would be an accurate assessment based on what we witnessed,” Jareth agreed. “You wish to keep a closer eye on him to prevent future transgressions?”
“Of course, but somehow I think that appearing in full Goblin Queen regalia might not get my point across. I would like to stop him from reoffending rather than fuel his masturbatory fantasies.”
“I can see how that could be an issue. You do look utterly delicious when you’re on official business.” Jareth growled while happily ground his hardening length into her hip. “Now please tell me more of these masturbatory fantasies, preferably while you model your armour and allow me to indulge in full audience participation.”
“You are not helping.” Sarah groaned as Jareth’s clever hands made an admirable attempt at diverting her from her worries. “I’m trying to be serious.”
“Well,” Jareth drawled out the word as he ran a finger around a nipple. “You don’t have to be the one to keep an eye on him.” She made happy humming noises and went still in his arms. “Sarah?”
“Sorry, now I’m picturing you wearing your goblin armour.”
“Cheeky minx, but I didn't mean me either.”
“I could send the goblins instead?” Sarah grinned broadly at the possibilities of unleashing the goblin horde to monitor and correct the errant behaviour of the young men. “I can really do that?”
“You are the Goblin Queen.”