Written anonomously, this is the first in a line of Christmas fics, primarily smut, that passed through the list for the year 2000.

J's Little Gem

Jareth watched the images of his listians in his crystal. My how they are all talented in their own ways to make him wonder how he could have been cast aside recently. His eyes flitted across the image in the orb to take in the form of Gemma. Such a feisty little Brit, she had a fire that he wanted to tame. With a wicked smile, he thought of how he could show his listians how much they mean to him, starting with his little Gem.

In an instant he appeared, his dark cape billowing gently behind him. With a smile, he tapped his little Gem on the shoulder and chuckled softly when she jumped.

"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?!" she screeched, her heart pounding in her chest. "Don't do that!"

"Oh, so sorry Gemma. Do forgive me," he mused. His eyes took in her form and he smiled appreciatively.

"Why are you here?" she asked softly.

"Oh now, wouldn't you already know my little Gem?" he replied, his voice showing a hint of amusement.

"Don't give me that. Just tell me," she insisted. "Bruno, my baby," she said with a smile.

Bruno walked into the room as though he owned the place and stood at Gemma's side. Staring back at the Goblin King, Bruno snorted his contempt and barked loudly.

"Shh... Bruno, don't want to wake the whole house," Gemma cooed. As she scratched behind his ears, she glanced up at Jareth. My god he was breathtaking in this light. She watched him looking around the room, trying his hardest to not seem too eager to speak.

Jareth finally let his gaze land back on Gemma and smiled as her cheeks flushed pink. "Why don't you put Bruno out so we may talk a bit?" he asked casually.

"Good idea," she replied, grabbing Bruno's collar. "Come on baby," she spoke softly to her dear Bruno. Shutting the door behind him, she walked back toward Jareth. What was he after anyway? Bruno wasn't hurting him...yet.

"Do you have any idea how charming you are Gem?" he asked, looking her in the eye.

Gemma laughed. "No I'm not, I'm minging," she shot back, running a hand through her short hair.

"Oh hush, you're nothing of the sort," he threw back with a small smile.

"You haven't answered my question Jareth. I haven't the time nor energy for games. I'm so knackered right now, it's a wonder I'm still standing," she stated bluntly.

Gemma walked past him to the settee and sat down. She just had the feeling she would need whatever energy she could conserve. Jareth took no prisoners, and his conversations were always such a drain on normal people. Thank god she was a listian and knew what he was capable of. She smiled at the thought of his capability'.

Jareth looked her over before he spoke. How innocent she looked, only he knew better. Walking toward her, his smile turned wolfish as he closed the gap between them. "You asked why I was here, did you not?" he asked, watching her nod in reply. "Well my little Gem, I came to please you," he replied, watching her expression go blank. Bending down, he whispered softly in her ear. "Sex, Gem. Pure passionate sex. Are you game?"

Gemma felt chills of anxiety flow from her head to her toes but before she could utter a sound, he pulled her to her feet. His lips crushed against hers, sending fire flowing through her veins. His hot mouth took control of her senses, as he moved across her jawbone and to her neck, his kisses embedding a trail of heat in it's wake. Jareth's hands ran down her back and around the front to untie her dressing gown without a second thought and pushed it from her shoulders, his fingers trailing lightly down her arms.

His hands upon her skin excited her more than she thought it could. Jareth's presence always made her wonder what he'd be like to experience. Now she was going to find the answer to that riddle. As her dressing gown hit the floor, her hands entwined in his golden mane pulling his burning lips closer. She moaned as she felt his fingertips circling her breast through the thin silk of her nightgown.

Jareth wrapped his arms around her and pinned her against the wall. His little Gem was in for a bit of rubbing to shine her up. Jareth slid a knee between her legs, parting them easily. Pressing against her body, his hands slide down each side to find the end of the gown. Slipping them beneath it, she gasped as his hands found her pleasure points. "Time for exploration?" he whispered, sinking a finger deep into her core.

Gemma stifled a cry as the pleasure flew to her brain. Her hands fell to grasp his shoulders roughly as her body writhed from his touch. His finger slipped deeper as another long finger joined it, moving in unison as though lost in a dance. Gemma could scarcely stand the feeling that seemed to fill her every sense as his fingers plunged into the darkest depths of her soul.

Jareth's fingers moved of their own accord, as his teeth bit at the fabric of her gown. With a small growl, Jareth licked at her nipple through the silk. Hearing her groan, his mouth continued to tease her breast through the garment while his hand stoked the fire between her thighs that she would not escape any time soon. Keeping his rhythm, Jareth slid his tights down with his other hand, baring his eager manhood.

Jareth pulled his fingers from their probing to grasp her hips fiercely, hoisting her up to impale her with his rod. Sinking deep, he placed his hands against the wall and captured her lips once again. Moving his hips, he pushed himself back and forth inside her, rubbing every inch of her delicate flesh with his sweltering heat. Lust consuming him, he thrust himself into her hard and fast, taking everything he could get. The animal inside arose and drowned out the common sense as he plunged within her. He reveled in the feeling of taking her to the heights of ecstasy. Pushing tightly against her, grinding his hips to hers, Jareth growled throatily. Grabbing her waist, he held her steady as he slammed repeatedly into her setting her on a one way ticket to climax.

Gemma's body wracked with spasms as Jareth kept his insane pace. Her muscles clenching his organ, she bit his shoulder to keep from screaming in rapture. Shuddering from the sublime pleasure that filled her, she wrapped her arms around him, and laid her head on his shoulder.

"I'm not done yet my little Gem," he purred, his voice husky with desire.

Holding her to him, Jareth carried her away from the wall to lay her across the desk. Finding her lips once again, he plunged deep, setting off her desire once again. His hands roamed her body, caressing, squeezing, feeling every inch of her. His hand fell to her thigh, pulling her leg up to bend across his back as his muscles worked nonstop on pleasuring his little Gem. A diamond in the rough no more, she shined with the light of a million diamonds and all for him.

Gemma lay beneath him, holding onto his sweaty body for all it was worth. Her body seemed to go to great lengths to accommodate his every movement, soaking up all the sensations that burned her up inside. Her soul was on fire, his manhood stroked her intimate places and the feelings that swelled only made her want more. Raising her hips to match his strokes, her desire fueled her frenzy as she clawed at his back, pulling him closer. She could feel herself tightening and wrapped her legs tightly around his back waiting for the inevitable.

Jareth dove into her deeper and harder than before. His hunger for her consumed him as he pushed her to the edge, wanting to fly among the clouds of bliss with his little Gem. Her muscles squeezed his rod, but he kept pumping. Over and over her dove, taking her to the breaking point until finally she peaked; her muscles clenched him so tightly he came then and there, spilling his hot fluid deep inside her.

Crashing down on top of her, Jareth breathed deep. Her sweet scent filling his senses. Holding her tightly, he smiled. "Sleep my little Gem. You've earned it," he whispered as her eyes slowly closed.

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