Sarah wondered if she’d ever stop being surprised by Jareth and the relationship he had with his guardians.
“Are they having a staring contest?” Sarah asked Bishop in a whisper.
Bishop shook his head and gently guided her to a plush lounge far from the others. “None of us are quite sure of the rules of this game.” As they took a seat, the combatants both blinked slowly, not unlike cats.
Rook was sitting astride Jareth’s thighs, his hands were on her hips, hers on his shoulders and they were staring at each other with predatory grins.
“Is there any reason we’re sitting over here and not asking what they’re doing.” Sarah frowned at the pair as she tried to figure out what was occurring. Aside from them being seated, they were no closer than if they’d been dancing and their expressions spoke of intense competition.
“They can’t have been at it long.” Bishop tapped an elegant finger against his lips.
“What makes you say that?” Sarah asked before she gasped as a wave of lust swept over her and rapidly redirected her blood supply to points south. She couldn’t suppress the moan that escaped and gripped Bishop’s hand as he found himself in similar circumstances. “What was that?”
Bishop exhaled slowly as he struggled to regain his composure. “Pheromones are part of the game. That’s how I know they only just started. If they’d been at the game for any length of time, we wouldn’t have been capable of entering the room.”
“What happened last time?” She wasn’t sure she was ready to hear the details, but felt she needed to as they weathered another rolling wave of lust.
“It was years ago. They had incapacitated everyone in a surprisingly large area and by the time anyone thought to call in Erich, they were both extremely dehydrated, had lost all feeling in their legs and had managed to glue themselves together.”
It took Sarah a moment to parse the details before she pulled a face in disgust. “Eew.” She didn’t know if that was a better outcome than hearing details of their sexual exploits.
“Indeed.” He braced himself as another wave hit. “Erich ported them into a lake to cool off.”
Sarah couldn’t help the snort of laughter that bubbled forth, but she was still baffled that they could be so childish. “They do seem to enable each other.”
Bishop gave her a sly smile. “Much like you and Angel.”
In their defence, Sarah and Angel had only competed to see who could eat the most gummies, then their sugar high hit and they declared themselves pirate queens and fought off everyone while armed with candy canes, which just excited any goblins in range. She would, however, like to forget about the aftermath that involved vomiting a rainbow and it was definitely not her fault that the sugar free gummies they had rejected that evening had been pilfered by goblins and the less said of that debacle, the better.
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Sarah wondered if she’d ever stop being surprised by Jareth and the relationship he had with his guardians.
“Are they having a staring contest?” Sarah asked Bishop in a whisper.
Bishop shook his head and gently guided her to a plush lounge far from the others. “None of us are quite sure of the rules of this game.” As they took a seat, the combatants both blinked slowly, not unlike cats.
Rook was sitting astride Jareth’s thighs, his hands were on her hips, hers on his shoulders and they were staring at each other with predatory grins.
“Is there any reason we’re sitting over here and not asking what they’re doing.” Sarah frowned at the pair as she tried to figure out what was occurring. Aside from them being seated, they were no closer than if they’d been dancing and their expressions spoke of intense competition.
“They can’t have been at it long.” Bishop tapped an elegant finger against his lips.
“What makes you say that?” Sarah asked before she gasped as a wave of lust swept over her and rapidly redirected her blood supply to points south. She couldn’t suppress the moan that escaped and gripped Bishop’s hand as he found himself in similar circumstances. “What was that?”
Bishop exhaled slowly as he struggled to regain his composure. “Pheromones are part of the game. That’s how I know they only just started. If they’d been at the game for any length of time, we wouldn’t have been capable of entering the room.”
“What happened last time?” She wasn’t sure she was ready to hear the details, but felt she needed to as they weathered another rolling wave of lust.
“It was years ago. They had incapacitated everyone in a surprisingly large area and by the time anyone thought to call in Erich, they were both extremely dehydrated, had lost all feeling in their legs and had managed to glue themselves together.”
It took Sarah a moment to parse the details before she pulled a face in disgust. “Eew.” She didn’t know if that was a better outcome than hearing details of their sexual exploits.
“Indeed.” He braced himself as another wave hit. “Erich ported them into a lake to cool off.”
Sarah couldn’t help the snort of laughter that bubbled forth, but she was still baffled that they could be so childish. “They do seem to enable each other.”
Bishop gave her a sly smile. “Much like you and Angel.”
In their defence, Sarah and Angel had only competed to see who could eat the most gummies, then their sugar high hit and they declared themselves pirate queens and fought off everyone while armed with candy canes, which just excited any goblins in range. She would, however, like to forget about the aftermath that involved vomiting a rainbow and it was definitely not her fault that the sugar free gummies they had rejected that evening had been pilfered by goblins and the less said of that debacle, the better.