Crossovers, Trinity Blood/Labyrinth, Seth Nightroad/Jareth, I'm actually impressed
“I’m actually impressed,” drawled a male voice, and Seth looked up from her vanity to find a man standing at her balcony door. She smiled and returned her attention to removing the various bits of decoration that she had worn today.
“And what has impressed you this day, Lord Jareth?” she inquired, carelessly dropping the large emerald earrings on the wooden surface, not caring if they added dents to the wood. She watched in the mirror as Lord Jareth, King of the Goblins, Ruler of the Labyrinth and Fae Lord of Dreams and Illusions, glided across her floor, each graceful movement ethereal and unconscious. How many decades had she practiced to be able to imitate that same careless grace, practicing over and over until it became a pale imitation of the beauty he held.
Leather encased hands rested on her shoulders before drifting upward to slide through her hair, removing the jeweled hairpins that kept the dark strands in their elaborate configuration. It had taken her maid nearly an hour to tame the waist length hair into something fashionable, and now, that work was gone in less than a minute. “I am impressed that you finally grew.”
She caught his mismatched eyes in the mirror’s reflection and smirked. “Even I can’t remain a child forever. At least in size.”
“It only took you a millennium for your body to catch up to your mind,” he agreed, and she noticed an appreciative slant to his look which curled her own lips.
“Unlike my brothers, my lord, I felt it prudent to enjoy my time growing up,” she sniffed, her eyes twinkling with laughter.
He smirked as his hands drifted back down to her shoulder, and he bent down to whisper in her ear. “Perhaps, but now we can entertain ourselves properly.”
She gasped in surprise as his lips brushed the soft skin of her neck, and she tipped her head to the side, baring her neck to him. His sharp teeth nibbled at her neck, coaxing a few more gasps and a moan or two from her, before his fingers trailed down her arms, taking the emerald silk robe she had replaced the ornate ball gown with once she had escaped the party for the safety of her rooms. Automatically, her hands came up to catch the silk before it slid from her breasts, and she smiled at him, coy, as she stood, turning to face him. “We should continue this in my bed chamber where we might properly enjoy ourselves, Jareth.”
The desire that flared in his mismatched eyes at the sound of his name on her lips saddened her. When was the last time he had been welcomed in a lover’s bed as himself without magic to hide his features behind a more familiar and welcomed mask? Reaching up, she cradled his face in her hands and drew him down for a sweet kiss, no more a gentle caressing of lips. She felt his breath stutter in his chest before stepping back with a welcoming smile as emerald silk pooled at her feet, baring her adult body to his gaze.
She held out her arms in invitation, and he swept her into his, carrying her into her bedroom as if afraid she might change her mind, to put on another face and form so she might dream of being with someone other than him. She had no intention of having him hide himself behind masks and illusions, not when it was his own face she wanted to watch get lost in the throes of passion.
When he placed her on her bed, she reached out and grasped the front of his shirt in both hands before pulling him down on top of her. He managed a surprised yelp before her lips sealed over his in a challenging kiss. It was clumsy, awkward and determination mixed with playfulness. In short, it was pure Seth Nightlord, welcoming Jareth into her bed. The shirt vanished from her grasp, and she managed to open her eyes to discover his clothes had been banished to somewhere, leaving only the strange hooked triangular pendant on the braided leather cord hanging around his neck.
Kissing lead to touching, and she gasped his name in his ear as she welcomed him into her body. She watched his eyes widen as he realized that he was the first, and she laughed into his mouth again as they started moving together.
Tonight, it was her turn to make dreams come true.