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here are some blurb type ideas for other stories, actually some of it is from an extremely rough draft , nothing too horribly devious at the moment, maybe i'll dig up some of that stuff later











"Now, what was that you said earlier about making the rest of the evening satisfying?" she whispered into his ear.



He laughed and kissed her. As he deepened the kiss, she felt the whirl of being transported. Suddenly, she felt a soft mattress against her back. She broke the kiss in surprise and found that they were now lying on Jareth's bed. And at some point during the magical trip back to his chambers, their clothes had vanished. She looked up at him and raised an eyebrow in question.



"Well, I certainly wouldn't want you to think that your attempt at seducing me was unsuccessful," he smirked. He kissed her neck and as his mouth moved lower, she gasped.



"I knew it would work," she said with breathless laugh. "You're so easy."



He smiled against her skin. "Only for you, Only for you."

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"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she shouted. "Let go of me!"



"If you don't stop fighting me, I'll put you over my shoulder and carry you," he said, glancing back at her. He never slowed down, relentlessly pulling her down the passage until finally they arrived at their destination.



Entering the chamber he'd prepared earlier, he pulled her in after him and swung her to face him, quickly grasping her by the upper arms. She was breathing rapidly, her face flushed and her eyes glittering with anger.



Leaning down, he lowered her to sit among the pillows and thick blankets he had piled to cover the floor. Candles lined the alcove's edges, bathing the room in flickering light and throwing shadows across the large salt crystals that gleamed dully in the rough-hewn walls.



She began to scramble up but stopped as Jareth shook his head in warning. He looked into her eyes and very deliberately began to remove his gloves.



"You can't seduce me into believing you" she said sharply. "Sex and love aren't the same thing."



"Don't you know why I've brought you here?" he asked as he slowly pulled the gloves off, one finger at a time.



"No," she snapped. "I just know that I don't like this place."



"Salt is a natural barrier to magic," he reminded her. "Magic cannot exist here."



The gloves free from his hands, he tossed them carelessly to the floor. Moving to her side, he sank to his knees and pulled her up to face him. She gazed at him, her anger subsiding and comprehension beginning to dawn in her eyes.



"But it's a spell, just a spell..." she began, her voice breaking.



"If it were only magic that caused me to love you, then why do I still love you here?" he demanded.



"But..." she began.



"No," he stopped her. "No magic. No spells. No illusions. Here there can be only what I feel. I love you.. I love you even in this place."



Her eyes filled with tears. "I... I thought..."



"You thought that I could not truly love you because you do not believe that you are worthy of being loved. Isn't that it? Somewhere inside you is still a frightened young girl whose mother abandoned her. A young girl who desperately wants to be loved and yet is so afraid of allowing it to happen that she has convinced herself it isn't possible."



Tears filled her eyes and she bowed her head. He touched her chin to raise her eyes to his.



"I love you.. I will not abandon you," he said firmly. "I will not choose another over you. You are mine and I am yours. But you must accept that these things are true. If you do not, we will only succeed in tearing each other apart."



Tears fell freely down her cheeks as she looked at the man before her. There were so many emotions in his eyes. Love was there, and passion. But she was stunned to see that acceptance was there, too. That this glorious creature could accept her for who she was, with all her faults and fears, and yet still love her was almost overwhelming.



She lifted a shaking hand to touch his face. "I love you so much" she whispered. "I just... I get afraid sometimes. I can't understand how you can love me. I'm nothing special."



"You are special to me." He smiled and carefully brushed away her tears. "Why do you love me?"



"I just do," she said. "I don't know why. I can't give you a specific reason."



He laughed softly. "Nor can I give you a specific reason why I love you. Perhaps that is simply the way of it. If we can list reasons, then perhaps it isn't real."



"I'm so sorry I ever doubted..." she began.



"Hush," he murmured.



He lowered his head and his lips covered hers, his tongue sliding into her mouth to gently tease hers. Sarah responded fiercely, wrapping her arms around his neck as he deepened the kiss. He cupped her breast, his thumb stroking her nipple through her shirt. She gasped into his mouth and arched into his touch.



He broke the kiss and gently pushed her back down among the pillows, nimble fingers already unbuttoning her shirt and unfastening her bra. She reached up and began tugging at his shirt but he smirked and playfully batted her hands away.



With a wide grin, she locked her legs around his waist and twisted suddenly underneath him. Catching him off balance, she rolled them over until he was lying on his back and she was now straddling him. She quickly shrugged off her shirt and bra, and kicked off her shoes.



"My turn to be in charge," she murmured.



He had time to arch an eyebrow in surprise before she reached down and simply ripped his shirt open.



"Sarah," he admonished with a sly smile, "that was my favorite shirt."



"How can you tell? You have a dozen just like it," she whispered. She shifted back slightly, settling herself more firmly on top of him and he bit back a groan at the contact.



She gave a slow smile at his reaction and deliberately shifted again. His eyes went dark and she leaned down to kiss his chest, her tongue flicking over the small nipples until his breathing became erratic and his fingers sifted restlessly through her hair.



She slid back down onto his thighs and trailed open-mouthed kisses down his chest to the waistband of his pants. Sitting up, she looked into his eyes and slipped her fingers under the edge of the fabric. She slid her fingertips back and forth slowly, fingers dipping a little lower with each pass, enjoying the feel of his soft skin. Jareth finally gave an impatient growl. She shook her head in mock reproach and unfastened his pants, although she made no move to take them off.



She brushed teasingly against his erection through his pants and smiled at his quick intake of breath. Leaning back, she allowed her hands to travel further down, caressing his thighs, and then moved to kneel at his feet.



She tugged off first one boot and then the other. She stood and looked down at him with a grin. She unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and pushed them down over her hips to the floor. Her panties quickly followed and, stepping out of them, she kicked them aside and knelt at his waist.



"Now it's your turn," she said softly. She tugged at his pants and he obligingly lifted his hips so that she could pull them down over his legs and off. They soon joined her jeans in a crumpled heap on the floor.



She tilted her head and looked him over with a wicked smile. "Hmm, where to begin?" she wondered aloud, tapping her finger against her lips. She chuckled at his eager expression.



"Here?" she asked and brushed her lips against his knee. "Or here?" She placed a kiss on his thigh. "Or maybe," she whispered against his skin as she moved up, "right here." And her mouth closed around him.



He moaned at the sensation that enveloped him and then it was gone. His eyes flew open and he saw Sarah grinning at him. "Or," she shrugged, "maybe not."



She shifted beside him. "There's here." A flick of her tongue over his navel caused him to shiver. Another shift and her hands were on his shoulders. "Or here," she lowered to press her mouth against his in a feather-light kiss, pulling back and changing the angle repeatedly until finally Jareth caught her in his arms.



His hands slid up into her hair to hold her to him and he kissed her deeply. He moved to sit up and Sarah quickly broke the kiss and pressed him back into the pillows. She nipped at his earlobe and whispered, "You're so impatient. I'm in charge, remember?" She smiled against his skin. "I have been generous up until now."



"Why do I suspect that you are about to be cruel?" He laughed softly as she trailed open-mouthed kisses down his neck, lingering at the pulse pounding in his throat. Her kisses continued down across his chest, her dark hair a curtain hiding her face from him. He reached out and brushed it back over her shoulders, and she flashed a mischievous look at him before continuing lower. (continues on with a bunch of detail not worked out real well yet)

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"I'm very glad that you do," he smiled. "Because you're going to have to help me carry all of this back out of these caverns."



She rested her face against his chest and laughed.

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He dropped a light kiss on her lips and gently turned her back to face the mirror. "But if appearances concern you, you have nothing to fear. You are very beautiful in your own right."



He reached down and began untying the belt holding her robe closed. Sarah was suddenly acutely aware that she wasn't wearing anything else.



"Let me touch you, " he murmured. "Let me show you how beautiful you are."



He pulled the gloves from his hands, tossing them onto the table in front of the mirror. Reaching around her, he softly brushed his palms over her breasts, feeling the nipples harden under his touch.



She drew in a sharp breath. He dropped his head and his tongue slid slowly along her neck, up to her ear and he suckled at her earlobe, nipping gently with his teeth. Her head fell back against his shoulder. He moved forward, pressing his body more closely against hers. She could feel him, already hard and erect, pushing into her lower back and an intense wave of desire spread through her.



His mouth moved down her throat again and his fingers rolled and plucked at her nipples. She gasped in pleasure and instinctively reached back, cupping his thighs, pulling him to her more tightly, restlessly sliding her hands up and down.



She watched their reflection in the mirror through heavy-lidded eyes and Jareth lifted his mouth from her skin to meet her gaze. Her saw her reaction and a wicked smile crossed his face. He slowly skimmed one hand down her body, over her ribcage, across her stomach, moving steadily lower.



It was almost unbelievably erotic, feeling his hands on her while simultaneously seeing it happen and she was trembling by the time his hand slid down to touch lightly between her thighs. She was slick with desire and she arched into his touch, trying to increase the contact. He lazily teased one finger against her.



"Something you want?" His ragged breathing belied his calm words.



"Please," she gasped.



Looking into her eyes, he slid his finger inside her. She moaned and thrust hard against his hand. While he continued to caress her breasts, he slowly moved his finger in and out of her, adjusting the fit of his hand against her to give her the most pleasure. Her eyes slipped closed at the sensation.



"Open your eyes," he whispered. "Watch me touch you."