Author: Kat Lee
Challenge/Prompt: 1_million_words Monday Prompt: How do you know when you've found home?
Warning(s): Future Fic
Word Count: 388
Date Written: 20 March 2018
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Henson, not the author, and are used without permission.
Home. She wants to go home. That’s the only thought in Sarah’s mind as she unlocks her door and slips into her empty house. It echoes through her mind and seemingly into her very essence as she locks the door behind her and trudges her way to her room. She doesn’t bother with the lights. She knows every inch of this house, and it never changes.
She all but falls through her open door and trundles onto her bed. Her eyes are closed before she ever hits the mattress. Her shoes are still on. Her body’s dirty, and her long hair is a mess. She’s recently considered cutting it, but she can still remember the feels of his silken fingers through her locks.
She still remembers the feel of his fingers elsewhere too and all that he had promised her. Had she been a fool to turn him away? On days like today, she believes she was, but she still doesn’t see what other choice she had. She couldn’t have said yes. She couldn’t have told him she loved him even though she had at first glance. She could have given him her heart and soul easily, but she couldn’t give him her brother’s -- even though she hasn’t so much as spoken to Toby in months.
Sarah sighs. Her eyes remain closed. Her aches begin to ease. The room fades from her mind. The house is gone, and with it, the bed upon which she lays. There are strong arms holding her again and pulling her close against a sensual, strong body. She sighs with happiness, not exhaustion, as she looks up into Jareth’s eyes. She has given him her soul, but it’s his soul and love she sees reflected to her through his green and blue eyes.
How had she ever left this place? What kind of an inexperienced fool must she have been to let this all go, to let him go? But she won’t let him go now. She holds tightly to his hands as he spins her around and around the dance floor. There are no other women watching him now nor any little brothers to save. There is only him and her, only a King and his willing, loving, dutiful Queen. And as she dreams, Sarah smiles for she’s home again at last.