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Part 4 of The Truth or Dare Chronicles
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2021-04-05
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À fourrure

Summary:

A companion piece to "Pas de deux" as requested by the incredible Lixxle.

Notes:

For Lixxle. I both love and hate you so much for giving me this plot bunny that I have been unable to get out of my head.

As ever, a massive thank you to my beta bowie_queen who puts up with way too much of my shit. Especially as she is a hardcore Jidymus fan.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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She moved with grace and beauty, her silent feet kissing the floor as she danced for him in the quiet hush of the ballet studio.  Although there was no music, she moved to a song that only she could hear.  She threw her head back as a ripple of delighted laughter bubbled up from deep within her, and the melody that sang through her veins wove around them both like the most precious secret.

 

Jareth was captivated by her; he willingly surrendered himself to her spell.  Her eyes fluttered open at his approach, and a slow, sweet smile drifted slowly over her face.  His name fell from her lips in the purest benediction, and the soft hazel of her eyes shone with kindness and love.

 

She was the light to his darkness and the innocence to his sin.  Jareth was drawn into her orbit like a moth to a flame, and he was consumed—bound to her like the most devoted slave.  She was a melody that he endeavoured to chase for the rest of his life.  Jareth’s fingers brushed reverently over the soft, midnight tulle of her skirt, and the precious gems that had been painstakingly hand-sewn into the material sparkled gently in the candlelit quiet of the ballet studio like the purest starlight.  His hand settled gently over the curve of her waist, pulling her against him, and she trembled in his arms, unable to resist moving closer to seek his warmth and ward off the evening’s chill.

 

The moonlight caressed her body with a lover's touch, and the featherlight thrum of her heart beneath his fingertips, like fragile butterfly wings, was the most exquisite torture that he had ever known.  They moved together like fire and ember and moonlight upon water, and he vowed to lay her down in starlight and worship every single inch of her body.  Jareth supported her through her pirouettes, encasing her hand within the warmth of his own, his thumb stroking almost reverently over the delicate bones of her wrist.  Her pulse fluttered beneath his touch, and he swallowed heavily, his hand falling to brush against the softness of her waist.

 

Her body shivered with anticipation when she wrapped her back leg around Jareth’s waist in a promenade penché, and his hands fell to span her hips, pulling her unresisting body against the length of his.  Jareth buried his face in her soft fur, inhaling her sweet scent, and he wished that they could stay here in this moment, caught between one breath and the next.  Jareth released her hesitantly, and a slow smile blossomed over her lips when he pressed his mouth to her large paw, her soft, doe-like eyes sparkling with child-like delight.

 

She was the only partner that he would dance with for the rest of his life; he only wished that he could lift Ludo over his head.

Notes:

I am not accepting any therapy bills as a result of this fic.

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