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When; December 21, Master/slave day.
Rating; PG? PG-13? I dunno.
Characters; Sarah everdreaming86 & Jareth thexgoblinxking
Summary; Sarah wakes up to find an all too willing servant. X3
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Sunlight filtered through the open windows of Sarah's apartment, and a low hum became prominent as the heater kicked in. And although said heater provided more than enough heat, Sarah still kept the blanket wrapped around her. It was bad enough to lose her pajamas the minute she took them off, but to be wearing this? It was the most embarrassing thing she'd had to undergo in her life. She was just grateful that Jareth was too busy being under the influence of the curse to make any snarky comments. A dominatrix outfit wasn't exactly part of Sarah's everyday ensemble.

If he's my servant for the day...what should I have him do? she wondered, biting her lip for a moment. She liked doing her own laundry, cooking her own food, and taking care of herself. She didn't really need anyone else to do it for her. What are you supposed to do with a Goblin King as your servant for a day? The answer wasn't getting any closer, and she couldn't just stay curled up on the couch huddled in this blanket forever.

"Um...Jareth? What do you want to do today?" She asked, hoping to get some kind of input.

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"I want to serve you in every way I possibly can, Sarah," Jareth answered promptly.

He woke up that morning with no desire in his mind beyond pleasing the young woman in any way she asked. Nothing else had occurred to him as strange, despite the fact that he had awakened, fully and simply dressed in linen and hose, on the floor at the end of Sarah's bed. As far as he could remember, this had been the arrangement they'd had throughout their time in the City.

His mistress seemed rather confused this morning, however. Perhaps she was feeling ill; he knew very little about sicknesses, but there could be one which caused its victims to forget such small things as their loyal servants. Thus, she had been given toast for breakfast and watched carefully as she ate it.

"Are you cold, Sarah?" he asked suddenly from his seat on the floor near her. "You've wrapped yourself up so--shall I go and fetch you something warmer to wear?"

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"Yeah, sure," she said without really thinking. It would be much easier to figure this out with Jareth out of the room so he couldn't watch her closely. She nibbled on her toast, brows furrowed. She had already decorated her apartment for the holiday, and had done her Christmas shopping....

A-ha! I know! she thought, the realization coming to her out of the blue. "Jareth, let's go to Xanadu. I have something I need you to do there," she told him, finishing her toast with a few quick bites. With the snow outside, she was going to need whatever he brought back to her.

The unicorn she had drawn to life was still at the gardens, alone and sad. She was a soft-spoken creature, and after the initial confusion of being taken away from her home, looked to Sarah as a protector. Sarah knew how it felt to be away from home for awhile, to be in an unfamiliar place, but how do you put a unicorn back where she belongs? The answer was simple, and Jareth had a ton of it: magic.

She didn't know if it would work, but they could certainly try.

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"All right," Jareth answered, quite agreeably, and stood. His intent was to obtain the warmest clothing he could find in her size--in any way necessary. "Borrowing" it from a nearby apartment would work well enough.

He was on his way to the door when she suggested they go to Xanadu. Turning, his smile quite a bit more kindly than it normally was, he nodded. "I will go wherever you wish, Sarah. Let me find you something...warm. I'll return soon."

No questions to what it was she wanted him to do; if it was an order to be followed, he would be pleased. Nodding to her on his way out, Jareth started on a small quest.

Ten minutes later, he returned, arms filled with clothing snatched from currently empty rooms. "Will any of these suit you, Sarah?"

((OOC: Brain about to fall to pieces. Will be Shorty McShortShort at posting for--well, several days now, I bet, but I felt awful about leaving it go. -__- So sorry, dahling.))

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Sarah's eyebrow lifted at the sight of Jareth's arm full of stolen clothes. "Y-yes, those'll work." She reached out and grabbed a hoodie and a pair of jeans with one hand, keeping herself covered with the other. She went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her and dressed quickly. Glad to be out of the tight fitting leather, Sarah felt much, much better.

She went back, and slipped on her tennis shoes (which were clean and free from Goblin King vomit, thankfully). "Okay. Let's go."