Note: Written anonymously for members of the Smut Court for Christmas 2000. This is the fourth posting.

J's Dee

Jareth's eyes roamed over the crystal's smooth surface, intrigued with the images that sprung from it's depths. Focusing on a single young woman, he smiled knowing she was perfect to be chosen next. Though he had thought of paying his regards to the entire list, he didn't have the time nor energy. He had come to the conclusion to seek out those he thought the smuttiest of his court and go from there.

Thinking back to the night before, his grin widened. Though Selah was a handful, he enjoyed it much more since she challenged him. He wanted that same atmosphere again. He wanted to toy with them a bit; have a bit of foreplay.

The young woman stood looking in her closet, and Jareth eyed her suspiciously. "This one is certainly a spitfire," he murmured watching her with interest. "The game is on." he finished, disappearing from sight and leaving the crystal fall to the ground, shattering into powder that soon blew away upon the breeze.

Jareth stood behind her, watching her push through clothing and dig deeper through the closet. With a grin, he waited for her to notice his standing there. It shouldn't be too long, should it? He pondered that thought, but shook it away almost positive that he couldn't go unnoticed at all. So he waited.

"Where is it?" she growled ferociously, tossing a pair of shoes over her head and nearly hitting Jareth in the face in the process.

He waited.

"Dammit!" she vocalized as another shoe went ripping through the air not more than a few inches from Jareth's ear. This was getting dangerous!

"What are you looking for Dee?" he asked, his voice falling on her ears smooth as ice. When she spun around to stare at him, all he could do was smile back. Yes, quite the spitfire.

"What do you want Glitterboy?" she asked, her eyes looking him over. "I don't have the time to argue with you, I'm busy. Get the hint? Now get going and don't let the perverbial door hit you on the ass on your way out."

"Dee, why-"

"I said leave tights," she interrupted, then went back to her search in the closet. Ignoring his random comments, she abandoned the closet to search under her bed. Glancing up, she saw Jareth watching her with amusement. "What?" she asked defensively.

"I was just thinking," he replied with a grin.

"Oh is that what I smelled? Better not think too much tightsboy, you don't want to burn too many of your brain cells," she stated seriously.

"I can't believe I came here to see you," Jareth shot back, throwing his hands in the air.

"That's interesting. Why did you come darken my doorstep anyway?" she asked, realizing he was still leering in her general direction.

"If you don't know that already, I bloody hell am not going to tell you," he quipped. His eyes ran over her form, not sure if this was such a good idea. She's scary enough to fit into the praying mantis category. Seduce the poor fool, do her dirty work then bite his head off. She'll most likely kill ME or bite MY head off,' he thought. Looking down, he swallowed. Or bite poor...' his thoughts trailed off when she spoke again.

"Come on Jarey baby, tell me?" she asked, getting to her feet. "You know you want to tights." She watched him closely, still standing by her closet. That dork didn't know what he was getting himself into. She was just in one of those wicked moods where she could pounce on anyone. With a sly grin she leapt forward, catching Jareth and knocking him backwards into the closet.

Her hands grasped his shoulders as his back hit the wall. With the certainty of winning, she wrapped her legs around his thin waist, planting fiery kisses on his neck. "What's the matter?" she asked, stopping suddenly and staring at him. His wide eyes of disbelief made her laugh. "Didn't expect it, did ya?" she asked sweetly.

"Now that you mention it, no I didn't," he replied, feeling her hand sink down lower along his body. "What are you up do Dee?" he asked, then yelped in surprise as her hand grasped his manhood roughly through his tights.

"I was just looking for a pair of socks, " she cackled.

"What the-?" he started.

"If you don't know already tightsboy, then there's something wrong here," she mused, using his own words to emphasize her actions. "Let's cut the to the chase, ok? You came here for it, I'm definitely in the mood and now you can just sit back and enjoy the ride, got it?" she grinned, letting her feet fall to the floor.

Jareth said nothing. His thoughts just went flying right out of his mind in fright. He felt her hands roaming over his chest until finally his tights dropped. He was entranced as Dee discarded her clothing and jumped into his arms again. Her kisses burned his skin as she radiated a light all her own.

Feeling the heat of passion take over, Jareth impaled her quickly. A primal growl formed in his throat as he thrust beneath her. His mouth latched onto one of her breasts, sucking it savagely as he pulled her down upon his rod. Her body melded to fit his, her hands finding every part of him that longed to be touched.

Moving together in a rhythm all their own, Dee screamed in agonizing bliss as she thrust herself into climax, white light flashing through her mind and behind her closed eyelids. Holding tightly to Jareth as he pushed her to the limit, his manliness exploded in utter delight, sending his spirit flowing freely deep within her, the warmth filling her to the brim.

Carrying her to the bed, he lay her down gently, wiping the sweat from her forehead. Grinning, he bent down and kissed her lips softly. "I'll likely be back if you respond this way," he said, his voice soft and ragged.

"Don't count on it Tights. Today was the exception," she whispered, pulling the covers over her and snuggling in the comfort. "Besides, won't Teddy be jealous?" she cackled.

Jareth shook his head. "Leave it to you to find humor at the most odd of moments," he smiled. "I'll see you another time, you can count on that."

"Not if I see you first Glitterboy," she mused, her eyes dancing across his skin.

"We shall see," he replied, disappearing without a trace.

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