As The World Falls Down

Chapter 29

Jareth steered you up against the steps leading up his throne, both of you blind as you grasped at each other, desperate to be as close as possible after this whirlwind of a night. You stumbled once again in your heeled shoes, this time losing your footing and slipping backwards with a yelp, but Jareth caught you in an instant so that he was dipping you for the second time that night. You felt the back of your hair grazing the seat of his throne and heard the pins in your hair slip from your curls and clatter down the stone steps, which made you wonder just how swiftly the rest of your ensemble would follow.

"Easy, angel," Jareth whispered, straightening you. "I need you in one piece." He grinned wickedly before reaching around to your back and laying his hand over the spider gem entangled in the web of straps securing your dress and pressing it into your skin. You felt a mechanism click and the unmistakable sound of the spider buzzing to life and skittering over the curve of your bottom and down your leg. You looked in bewilderment and saw it crawling across the stone floor, its metal feet clicking until it scurried around a corner and out of sight. You looked back to Jareth and saw he was still smiling, watching your face.

"Neat trick, isn't it?" he asked.

"I-Yeah," you agreed, blinking. "Was it really necessary or were you just trying to impress me?"

"Oh, it was entirely necessary," Jareth smiled, his hand ghosting up your back over the web, making you shiver and arch at the touch. "I've been waiting for it all night, in fact." His finger had curled around the web at its highest point and in one swift motion, he tore downwards and you felt the material rip, the dress immediately loosening by a significant margin. He next attacked the slight straps on your shoulders that were keeping it up, and just like that, the full glory of your ballroom gown was around your ankles, leaving you standing meekly in your underwear and staring up into Jareth's . He drew in a slow breath and dragged his hands from your back to the sensitive skin on your sides, moving his way over the curves of your hips and then up over the gentle swell of your breasts, the touch making you let out a soft whimper.

"There you are," he murmured, his voice velvety as he brushed his thumbs over the aching peaks of your nipples pressing desperately against your bra. "Not so big and scary now, are you?"

"If I'm not, then why do you look so scared?" you replied in a hush. He raised a brow, tilting his head adoringly before he pinched your nipples in his gloved hands and twisted gently, making you let out an involuntary, frustrated moan while grasping his shoulders with fervent fingers.

"I'd say it's you who's scared, Y/N," he purred, rolling your nipples in his fingers, the pressure traveling downwards at a rapid rate. "Isn't it me with all of the power here?"

" Is it?" you asked, your hands moving as silkily as he had from his shoulders and down along his arms, your fingers tracing his pulse under his sleeves all the way to his wrists. You slipped your fingers between his own cruel, twisting ones, holding his hands now resting atop your breast before moving them gently to the nape of your neck, all while smiling sweetly up at him. His fingers loosened and tangled immediately into your hair, his thumb smoothing your locks up from their root reflexively as he watched your face curiously. You watched him the same, thoroughly enjoying how his eyes widened slightly as you started slowly lowering yourself down the length of his body until you were crouching in your platforms and your knees met the cool, stone floor. His hands stayed in your hair, holding your head gently as you stared up at him cheekily, watching his cheeks flush deeply as he blinked in quiet fascination. You moved your gaze to his crotch, which was now eye level with you, and you guessed that if it were not for how tight his pants were, his erection would be staring you down right about now. With slightly shaky fingers, you loosened the button and quickly found your hypothesis to be true, your tongue pressing against the roof of your mouth as you looked back up at Jareth for reassurance, whose eyes were growing dreamy and dark.