Dance
Sarah clicked her tongue as she kicked off her shoes. She perched her heels on the edge of the bed and glared at the dainty sapphire blue heels. Stupid, stupid things. Why did they even exist? There was a time when she dreamt of owning a room full of them, but now…
She narrowed her eyes at them as a golden head came into her view.
“Sarah,” the way he said her name sent tingles running over her skin. His warm hands smoothed over her arms before coming around her torso in a secure hug. His chin slipped onto her shoulder and she breathed him in: electric and alive, “Precious thing, your shoes are not living things. You cannot intimidate them the way you do everything else.”
“I can try,” she mumbled leaning her temple against him.
“Unsuccessfully.”
She giggled and leaned fully against him. Happy to be away from that stupid room and those stupid people and that stupid idiot making her wear those stupid things.
“How come you’re so good at it?”
“I’m good at everything.”
“Yes, but why?” She intoned, turning to look at him.
He pulled her over him as he fell back on their bed, “Natural talent. Genetics… Faerie genetics.”
Sarah groaned and pressed her forehead against his chest, “Jareth, you know what I mean. I look dumb.”
He laughed and patted her shoulder gently, “You haven’t had centuries of practice, dear. It’s to be expected.”
“Dancing is dumb.”
“Hardly.”
“You’re dumb.”
“Now you’re being silly.”
Her mouth twitched as she fought a smile.
“You know,” he began, slipping his ungloved fingers under the hem of her shirt, “there are other ways to dance.” He scraped his fingers over her skin and her head shot up, eyes narrowed.
“Uh-uh, Mister. You know the rules,” she slapped his hand away, “I’m making you work for it.”
“I’ll wear you down soon enough,” he leaned up and took her lips with a smirk. That one she always loved. Lopsided and boyish.
“Fat chance,” she whispered, “I’m Sarah Williams, remember?”