Pastry
“Oh come off it!” Sarah grumbled as she looked over her agenda. She startled when Jareth responded, not realizing he’d joined her.
“What’s upsetting you, my love?” He walked across their bedroom, shedding clothes as he headed for the bathroom.
Sarah crossed out an item and scrawled a note to follow up on the morrow. “The chubby gnome with the goat problem,” she raised her voice so Jareth could hear her.
“The goats that are the wrong colour?”
He stepped back into the room and Sarah was appreciative of the distraction that a naked Goblin King could provide. She nodded, her eyes dilating as he approached her and plucked the parchment from her hand.
“You’re right to cancel, but I wouldn’t bother looking any further into the matter.” Sarah frowned. “He’s renowned for producing quality milk and cheese, but a dispute with his brother saw his goats cursed to be colours that goats typically aren’t, his market dwindled.” Sarah raised an eyebrow. “The goblins don’t like the look of his livestock.”
“He wants the curse broken?” Sarah guessed.
Jareth shook his head, leaning down to run a finger along Sarah’s collarbone. “Possibly at one time, but he seems to have found his own solution. He bribes someone in the castle to get an audience, that bribe of dairy produce makes its way to our kitchens, the appointment is cancelled and the process repeats.”
“But he doesn’t get a meeting or payment. How is he surviving?”
“I have ensured that he is being compensated fairly, and he seems happy with the arrangement. I suspect it’s a form of performance art in retaliation for his brother’s actions.” Jareth buried his nose in the crook of Sarah’s neck and inhaled deeply. “Sugar…” He licked a stripe up to her ear. “Cinnamon…” His fingers carded through her hair as he lifted it to his nose. “Ginger… What have you been up to?”
Sarah turned slightly and was unprepared to receive a lapful of Jareth who curled into her as he inspected her interesting new scent. “While you were listening to goblin recitals, I decided to help the pastry chef with some new recipes.”
Jareth pulled back to look her in the eye and she had to grab him before he could overbalance and topple them both to the floor. “What did he make?”
Sarah gestured to the cloche on the desk. “Look for yourself.”
Reaching out to lift the cover to reveal an array of small pastries, Jareth groaned in a manner that did not make Sarah think of food at all.
With a lot of unnecessary wriggling, she extracted herself from beneath Jareth. “I need to get some sleep, I’ll leave you to it.” She grinned as Jareth looked physically pained at having to decide and took mercy on him. “You can have one now.”
Jareth popped a piece of baklava into his mouth and stalked towards Sarah as he licked the honey from his fingers. “What do you have in mind now?”
labyfic - drabble #186: fat
Part of the Balance!verse
“What’s upsetting you, my love?” He walked across their bedroom, shedding clothes as he headed for the bathroom.
Sarah crossed out an item and scrawled a note to follow up on the morrow. “The chubby gnome with the goat problem,” she raised her voice so Jareth could hear her.
“The goats that are the wrong colour?”
He stepped back into the room and Sarah was appreciative of the distraction that a naked Goblin King could provide. She nodded, her eyes dilating as he approached her and plucked the parchment from her hand.
“You’re right to cancel, but I wouldn’t bother looking any further into the matter.” Sarah frowned. “He’s renowned for producing quality milk and cheese, but a dispute with his brother saw his goats cursed to be colours that goats typically aren’t, his market dwindled.” Sarah raised an eyebrow. “The goblins don’t like the look of his livestock.”
“He wants the curse broken?” Sarah guessed.
Jareth shook his head, leaning down to run a finger along Sarah’s collarbone. “Possibly at one time, but he seems to have found his own solution. He bribes someone in the castle to get an audience, that bribe of dairy produce makes its way to our kitchens, the appointment is cancelled and the process repeats.”
“But he doesn’t get a meeting or payment. How is he surviving?”
“I have ensured that he is being compensated fairly, and he seems happy with the arrangement. I suspect it’s a form of performance art in retaliation for his brother’s actions.” Jareth buried his nose in the crook of Sarah’s neck and inhaled deeply. “Sugar…” He licked a stripe up to her ear. “Cinnamon…” His fingers carded through her hair as he lifted it to his nose. “Ginger… What have you been up to?”
Sarah turned slightly and was unprepared to receive a lapful of Jareth who curled into her as he inspected her interesting new scent. “While you were listening to goblin recitals, I decided to help the pastry chef with some new recipes.”
Jareth pulled back to look her in the eye and she had to grab him before he could overbalance and topple them both to the floor. “What did he make?”
Sarah gestured to the cloche on the desk. “Look for yourself.”
Reaching out to lift the cover to reveal an array of small pastries, Jareth groaned in a manner that did not make Sarah think of food at all.
With a lot of unnecessary wriggling, she extracted herself from beneath Jareth. “I need to get some sleep, I’ll leave you to it.” She grinned as Jareth looked physically pained at having to decide and took mercy on him. “You can have one now.”
Jareth popped a piece of baklava into his mouth and stalked towards Sarah as he licked the honey from his fingers. “What do you have in mind now?”
labyfic - drabble #186: fat
Part of the Balance!verse