Jareth was rarely pleased at having to be involved in out of kingdom negotiations and, if his day was anything like hers, he would be in a dark mood when he returned. Sarah had worked off her own frustrations by hitting things in the training room, but if Jareth was left to his own devices there’d be precious little sleep, or anything else, in her near future as he fumed over his day.
While sparring with the guardians would have worked for Jareth, she found that it was often easier to find another distraction. This was why she’d tasked Bishop with tracking down Rook to inflict on him. If anyone was capable of getting her husband out of a funk it was the feral Scottish guardian.
Sarah finished constructing her own contribution to her plans to divert Jareth, grinning as she placed the amusingly named confections into a container. She had absolutely no problems with playing on his weaknesses.
Approaching the art studio with her bounty in hand, Sarah heard very familiar groans coming from the room and shuddered, knowing that what the pair considered massage was closer to her concept of torture.
On entering the room she noticed a large, still wet artwork lying on one of the work tables, while Jareth was perched on another table.
“Stop squirming or I’ll mess this up,” Angel admonished as she pulled Jareth’s bare foot into a firmer grip and continued applying nail polish.
“I wouldn’t move if…” Jareth’s response was cut off by another groan as Rook dug her thumbs into the arch of his other foot and Angel hissed at him as his curling toes destroyed her work.
Angel slapped Rook’s arm, leaving a streak of colour in her wake, then poked Jareth’s calf and held out a hand. He wordlessly produced a crystal that the woman used to magic away the smeared nail polish.
Rook released Jareth’s other foot and, at a glare from Angel, held the small bottles she was working with. Sarah wasn’t certain if the blue streaks through her hair were Jareth’s work or paint from their earlier artwork, as both were equally possible.
Setting her container down beside Jareth, Sarah smiled softly as opening the lid invoked another groan that was definitely more on the pleasure end of the scale. She handed him one of the small cakes, grinning when he pulled one of the icing sugar dusted cake segments out of the cream topping and popped it into his mouth.
“What are these?” Jareth looked at the remains of the cake in his hand.
Sarah offered Jareth an innocent expression and looked up at him through her hair as he ate the other segment. “Fairy cakes.”
Jareth roared with delighted laughter at eating fairy wings. With a sharp toothed grin he looked Sarah dead in the eye as he slowly licked the cream from the cake. Sarah swallowed, quietly pleased that her plans to distract Jareth from his day were working to her advantage.
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Redirection
2023-07-18 11:47 (UTC)Drabble:
Jareth was rarely pleased at having to be involved in out of kingdom negotiations and, if his day was anything like hers, he would be in a dark mood when he returned. Sarah had worked off her own frustrations by hitting things in the training room, but if Jareth was left to his own devices there’d be precious little sleep, or anything else, in her near future as he fumed over his day.
While sparring with the guardians would have worked for Jareth, she found that it was often easier to find another distraction. This was why she’d tasked Bishop with tracking down Rook to inflict on him. If anyone was capable of getting her husband out of a funk it was the feral Scottish guardian.
Sarah finished constructing her own contribution to her plans to divert Jareth, grinning as she placed the amusingly named confections into a container. She had absolutely no problems with playing on his weaknesses.
Approaching the art studio with her bounty in hand, Sarah heard very familiar groans coming from the room and shuddered, knowing that what the pair considered massage was closer to her concept of torture.
On entering the room she noticed a large, still wet artwork lying on one of the work tables, while Jareth was perched on another table.
“Stop squirming or I’ll mess this up,” Angel admonished as she pulled Jareth’s bare foot into a firmer grip and continued applying nail polish.
“I wouldn’t move if…” Jareth’s response was cut off by another groan as Rook dug her thumbs into the arch of his other foot and Angel hissed at him as his curling toes destroyed her work.
Angel slapped Rook’s arm, leaving a streak of colour in her wake, then poked Jareth’s calf and held out a hand. He wordlessly produced a crystal that the woman used to magic away the smeared nail polish.
Rook released Jareth’s other foot and, at a glare from Angel, held the small bottles she was working with. Sarah wasn’t certain if the blue streaks through her hair were Jareth’s work or paint from their earlier artwork, as both were equally possible.
Setting her container down beside Jareth, Sarah smiled softly as opening the lid invoked another groan that was definitely more on the pleasure end of the scale. She handed him one of the small cakes, grinning when he pulled one of the icing sugar dusted cake segments out of the cream topping and popped it into his mouth.
“What are these?” Jareth looked at the remains of the cake in his hand.
Sarah offered Jareth an innocent expression and looked up at him through her hair as he ate the other segment. “Fairy cakes.”
Jareth roared with delighted laughter at eating fairy wings. With a sharp toothed grin he looked Sarah dead in the eye as he slowly licked the cream from the cake. Sarah swallowed, quietly pleased that her plans to distract Jareth from his day were working to her advantage.