Warning: Adult-type touching...
So, yesterday, I wound up writing the (in)famous 'cabin' scene. I thought I'd post an excerpt from that, and to be honest, I've been blushing like a mad thing since last evening. Now this takes place probably mid-way through the story, although I'm not completely through with the outline. Irony is, it's currently planned five chapters (and possibly a year in time-line) from the chapter with the wedding. I'll give you a little snip of it now. I do mean 'little' snippet. It wound up five pages long...
“Are you cold?”
“Only a little. I handle snow and things well enough...” When dressed properly, she added mentally. She'd been decidedly not when she went out to find Jareth. She felt hands unfastening the clasps on the back of her dress and stiffened. “That's not necessary. I said I'm fine-”
“Liar.” He said, his voice still cool, arrogant. “You tended me, the least I can do is return the favor-”
She jerked away from him, holding her bodice up, unable to look at him. “I only did it because the Labyrinth would be sad if you died!” She snapped, feeling shy and uncomfortable. She took several deep, soothing breaths, trying to calm her racing heart. “I'm fine. I promise. My dress is only a little damp because I was wearing my cloak. I'd...rather be a little chilly at the moment-”
He had stalked closer as she spoke, and suddenly, hands slammed violently against the wall on either side of her. She jumped, a squeak of fear leaving her lips as she looked up at the creature who looked down at her. His mis-matched eyes were dark in anger. The blanket had fallen from his body when he'd stood.
Sarah couldn't stop her eyes from raking over his various assets any more than she could stop the raging blush that was rising to her cheeks. Narrow waist, long, muscular legs, and...Her blush darkened further as she lifted her gaze to stare up at the Goblin King's face.
“See something you like?”
The mocking tone of his voice was like ice water over her head. She felt tears coming to her eyes and looked away, refusing to let him see. “Not particularly.” She said, her voice more calm than her heart. She felt his hand grip her chin tightly, guiding her face back to his own. To her shock, the coldness which was usually prevalent in those eyes had given way to heat.
“Liar,” he declared. His tone was no longer mocking, no longer cold.
Her breath left her as he leaned down, kissing her with wild abandon. One hand braced against the wall, keeping the majority of his weight off of her, while the other held her head steady as his lips ravaged hers. She fisted her hands in the skirt of her gown to keep from throwing herself at his chest. She waited patiently for him to pull away, but he didn't, and she could feel herself becoming dizzy from lack of air.
The floor beneath her feet thrummed softly, as if stating it's approval.
She tried to turn her face away from Jareth's seeking lips, but they merely turned their attentions to her ear, her jaw, her throat. She felt her knees begin to weaken and the arm that had been bracing against the wall wrapped around her waist, refusing to let her escape. She felt the hand which had once been holding her chin captive find the tiny fasteners on the back of her dress, beginning to flip them open with ease.
Her hands had moved against her will, gripping the man's shoulders, thrilled at the feel of his smooth skin. A sudden, troubling thought occurred to her. “Jareth...you're burning up...do you have a fever?”
He pulled back from the kisses he was showering upon her and stared down at her incredulously. “What are you talking about?” His voice sounded so irritable, so stunned that she'd said anything at all. His hand found the last clasp holding up her dress and she gasped softly as it fell.
Self-consciousness and a fit of shyness overwhelmed her and she tried to turn in on herself. Unfortunately, two hands pinned her against the wall, not letting her do more than hang her head. “Your skin is hot. Feverish-”
“Perhaps I do. I don't care about that right now.” He gripped her chin with one leather-gloved hand, tilting it up so he could look down into her blushing face. “I think I should silence that mouth of yours so you don't say anything else that's foolish.” His grip changed and suddenly she was lifted off the floor and the Goblin King was laying her against the slightly damp blanket, before the fire. She found her wrists pinned over her head and Jareth was leaning over her, a predatory expression on his face.
Yeah, basic blanket scenario. One half-frozen Goblin King, a small cabin, wet clothes, one dry blanket, snowstorm outside equals marriage consummation five chapters in the making XD I hope no one had a nosebleed as they read this. And yes, he's currently naked with the exception of his gloves. At least at first. XD
“Are you cold?”
“Only a little. I handle snow and things well enough...” When dressed properly, she added mentally. She'd been decidedly not when she went out to find Jareth. She felt hands unfastening the clasps on the back of her dress and stiffened. “That's not necessary. I said I'm fine-”
“Liar.” He said, his voice still cool, arrogant. “You tended me, the least I can do is return the favor-”
She jerked away from him, holding her bodice up, unable to look at him. “I only did it because the Labyrinth would be sad if you died!” She snapped, feeling shy and uncomfortable. She took several deep, soothing breaths, trying to calm her racing heart. “I'm fine. I promise. My dress is only a little damp because I was wearing my cloak. I'd...rather be a little chilly at the moment-”
He had stalked closer as she spoke, and suddenly, hands slammed violently against the wall on either side of her. She jumped, a squeak of fear leaving her lips as she looked up at the creature who looked down at her. His mis-matched eyes were dark in anger. The blanket had fallen from his body when he'd stood.
Sarah couldn't stop her eyes from raking over his various assets any more than she could stop the raging blush that was rising to her cheeks. Narrow waist, long, muscular legs, and...Her blush darkened further as she lifted her gaze to stare up at the Goblin King's face.
“See something you like?”
The mocking tone of his voice was like ice water over her head. She felt tears coming to her eyes and looked away, refusing to let him see. “Not particularly.” She said, her voice more calm than her heart. She felt his hand grip her chin tightly, guiding her face back to his own. To her shock, the coldness which was usually prevalent in those eyes had given way to heat.
“Liar,” he declared. His tone was no longer mocking, no longer cold.
Her breath left her as he leaned down, kissing her with wild abandon. One hand braced against the wall, keeping the majority of his weight off of her, while the other held her head steady as his lips ravaged hers. She fisted her hands in the skirt of her gown to keep from throwing herself at his chest. She waited patiently for him to pull away, but he didn't, and she could feel herself becoming dizzy from lack of air.
The floor beneath her feet thrummed softly, as if stating it's approval.
She tried to turn her face away from Jareth's seeking lips, but they merely turned their attentions to her ear, her jaw, her throat. She felt her knees begin to weaken and the arm that had been bracing against the wall wrapped around her waist, refusing to let her escape. She felt the hand which had once been holding her chin captive find the tiny fasteners on the back of her dress, beginning to flip them open with ease.
Her hands had moved against her will, gripping the man's shoulders, thrilled at the feel of his smooth skin. A sudden, troubling thought occurred to her. “Jareth...you're burning up...do you have a fever?”
He pulled back from the kisses he was showering upon her and stared down at her incredulously. “What are you talking about?” His voice sounded so irritable, so stunned that she'd said anything at all. His hand found the last clasp holding up her dress and she gasped softly as it fell.
Self-consciousness and a fit of shyness overwhelmed her and she tried to turn in on herself. Unfortunately, two hands pinned her against the wall, not letting her do more than hang her head. “Your skin is hot. Feverish-”
“Perhaps I do. I don't care about that right now.” He gripped her chin with one leather-gloved hand, tilting it up so he could look down into her blushing face. “I think I should silence that mouth of yours so you don't say anything else that's foolish.” His grip changed and suddenly she was lifted off the floor and the Goblin King was laying her against the slightly damp blanket, before the fire. She found her wrists pinned over her head and Jareth was leaning over her, a predatory expression on his face.
Yeah, basic blanket scenario. One half-frozen Goblin King, a small cabin, wet clothes, one dry blanket, snowstorm outside equals marriage consummation five chapters in the making XD I hope no one had a nosebleed as they read this. And yes, he's currently naked with the exception of his gloves. At least at first. XD