I simply couldn’t get enough of tracing my fingertips along every inch of him I could touch, currently the lines of his unsheathed fingers and the delicate spaces in between.
Jareth’s voice rolled against my skin like a crackling fire’s warmth. “You know that I am, in fact, real, Sarah my love.”
“Mmmhmm. Forgive me for confirming. It’s been a hellacious pocket dimensional reality without you. Or at least, without this you.” I continued moving my fingers down his knuckles, luxuriating in the feel of his skin against mine. “I’m down on my quota of real Goblin King touch.”
His other hand traced down my cheek, lingering against my jawline and wending towards my mouth. “Having feelings, are we?”
“You betcha. Epic ones.” I kissed his fingers. “I missed you beyond words, almost beyond reason.”
“Almost?”
“Well, someone had to keep their sanity and run the kingdom when there-you got knocked out of commission by the iron poisoning. I didn’t have the luxury of losing my mind.”
He kissed the top of my head, his fingers trailing through my hair. “You’re so strong, my love. Such a heroine.”
I kissed the space between his thumb and forefinger. “Learned from the best.”
“To the contrary, darling girl. I merely encouraged your innate capacities.” He nibbled the edge of my ear, then kissed down the length of the lobe. “You’ve always been a heroine.”
“Well, this heroine was quite pleased to be rescued. By her erstwhile-villainous Faerie Lord love, no less.”
“At your service, Sarah love. Always.”
“Always?”
“Always. And forever.”
I smiled into the line of his forearm, then kissed that line of pale perfect skin. “Not long at all.”
“Mmm. Not long enough when it’s with you.”
I rose up to face him, drinking in his crystalline eyes and the sensuous curve of his mouth, and then leaned forward so that our lips were a breath away. “I love you.”
He closed the distance, so that his words breathed into my mouth, hot with intent and promise. “And I you, Sarah mine.”
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2024-09-25 19:40 (UTC)I simply couldn’t get enough of tracing my fingertips along every inch of him I could touch, currently the lines of his unsheathed fingers and the delicate spaces in between.
Jareth’s voice rolled against my skin like a crackling fire’s warmth. “You know that I am, in fact, real, Sarah my love.”
“Mmmhmm. Forgive me for confirming. It’s been a hellacious pocket dimensional reality without you. Or at least, without this you.” I continued moving my fingers down his knuckles, luxuriating in the feel of his skin against mine. “I’m down on my quota of real Goblin King touch.”
His other hand traced down my cheek, lingering against my jawline and wending towards my mouth. “Having feelings, are we?”
“You betcha. Epic ones.” I kissed his fingers. “I missed you beyond words, almost beyond reason.”
“Almost?”
“Well, someone had to keep their sanity and run the kingdom when there-you got knocked out of commission by the iron poisoning. I didn’t have the luxury of losing my mind.”
He kissed the top of my head, his fingers trailing through my hair. “You’re so strong, my love. Such a heroine.”
I kissed the space between his thumb and forefinger. “Learned from the best.”
“To the contrary, darling girl. I merely encouraged your innate capacities.” He nibbled the edge of my ear, then kissed down the length of the lobe. “You’ve always been a heroine.”
“Well, this heroine was quite pleased to be rescued. By her erstwhile-villainous Faerie Lord love, no less.”
“At your service, Sarah love. Always.”
“Always?”
“Always. And forever.”
I smiled into the line of his forearm, then kissed that line of pale perfect skin. “Not long at all.”
“Mmm. Not long enough when it’s with you.”
I rose up to face him, drinking in his crystalline eyes and the sensuous curve of his mouth, and then leaned forward so that our lips were a breath away. “I love you.”
He closed the distance, so that his words breathed into my mouth, hot with intent and promise. “And I you, Sarah mine.”