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In the Shadow of the Ocean (CasualVelociraptor x PhoenixRising82)

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“Adamaris...” Alice whispered, as if she was reading a passage from some forbidden, alien tome. So that was his mer- rather, his true- name. It made sense that Jareth would not be real; that didn’t seem merfolk enough at first glance. Adamaris was strange to her though, so she hoped he would continue to allow her to call him Jareth.

Now she whispered both names like prayers as they both got closer. Alice started shaking with him. Tried to hold her body in control. The more he built, she built. The more she tried to hold still, the more her body began to overwhelm her.

Then they both froze. The world seemed to go silent. A merman and his human woman about to share the most forbidden moment.

Adamaris, Jareth, whoever he was spasmed and Alice felt like a cannon had been fired deep inside of her. Her suitor’s cock exploded. His warmth painted her walls. Drove past her cervix. Like an army of sperm were breaking down the door to her womb.

At first it was nothing. Like her insides had been dipped in warm water. A strange sensation and not altogether unpleasant.

Then suddenly, Alice felt it.

Not a little cum like before but a jump to the moon in the form of a climax that didn't just rise up her body but engulfed her whole in one swift crash and then another. And another. Pleasure that was more than a wave. A typhoon as her womb didn't just ask for her Jaradamaris’s essence but demanded it. Greedily sucking his sperm into her eager, fertile gullet.

Alice tried so hard to hold it. So hard. Eyes sealed shut. Her body thrashed back and forth. Whole head vibrating. She bit her lip so hard she tasted blood. A long low sigh still somehow escaped her lips, like steam from a teapot as she finally was decisively defeated.

A long low, "aaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHDAMARIS! FUCK!" of surrender.

Adajareth’s cock kept blasting her. And somehow just barely still holding still Alice came harder than she'd ever experienced or even known she could. Each explosion greater, not less, forced her body up and forward like a supplicant to the angry sky. Tensing upward, held in place. Radiating pleasure.

“Yes, keep on cumming, Daddy, daddy, daddy...my Big Daddy!” Alice moaned involuntarily.
 
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A heavy groan rattled through his chest as he painted her insides. The release rolling his eyes momentarily in his head. His fingers gripped against her hips as he held her close.

His lips fell open in a heavy pant as her muscle flexed against him as she rolled through her climax, stroking him relentlessly, demanding more, demanding everything he had to give and she received it, every last drop.

The surrender of her and his name, shook him to his core. His head fell softly back against the concrete edge, his eyes closing for just a moment as he fought to catch his breath. Fingers flexed against the flesh of her hips, biting and claiming before relaxing and repeating. His cock, even as it began to soften, twitched heavily against her walls, shifting and teasing against her, drawing her climax out until she was a quivering mess atop him and he one beneath her.

Lifting his head, a soft chuckle reverberated from his throat as thunder rumbled overhead. A hand drew away from her hip as he sat up, pressing their chests together, crushing her breasts against him as his fingers tangled into her wet hair. His lips crashed against hers as lightening crashed against the earth. His tongue seeking hers on a heated dance before he drew back, just enough for his lips to brush against hers.

”Big Daddy, hm?”

There was mild amusement in his tone as he whispered against her lips, claiming them again in a warm, easy kiss. He was used to being called many things in life. She was the first to call him anything other than his name during a good fucking, it amused him but it also wholly stroked his ego and kept him wanting more, wanting to know what would fall from her lips next.

”Mmm, I like that better than master.”

He admitted. Lust hazed eyes grazed lazily over her features, pinning her in his dark gaze. He didn’t want to “own” her, not like that. He didn’t want to own anything other than his own empire like that actually.

Untangling his fingers, he brushed his hand back through her hair, clutching the back of her neck he jerked her softly forward into another demanding kiss.
 
“Big Daddy it is, then,” Alice panted and then winked as she pulled him tightly to her. She grinned as though his admission that this was the word that got him off was an erotic weakness that Alice now had a finger on and could use to wrap him around her own finger. But her body betrayed her need to dominate the situation by shaking as Jareth’s merman cum filled her up completely.

As energy from his insemination filled her body too, no sooner had Alice collapsed into his arms and started languidly kissing her suitor’s stubbly chin and neck than her pussy screamed at her to start moving her hips on his to revive his shrinking cock again. But Alice started shivering from the cold now too and with a chattering cry of, “W-We should pr-probably not c-catch our d-death” ran out of the driving rain after giving him back his ring so he could grow legs again and keep up with her.

Once they were inside and tracking rain with them, Alice continued to quiver until they could get in his elaborate shower and start kissing again. Alice’s heart warmed back up as her body continued to do so, enough for the mantra of her adoration for this enigmatic, funny, magnetic, deeply flawed, and yet virtuous man to flow over her as the water did and supplicate prayerful “I love you”s against his ears. Her tears this time were only joyful as Alice was relieved not to have ruined everything.
 
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His head tipped to her peppered kisses, a low rattle in his throat as the warmth of her breath cascaded against his wet skin.

”Mmmmm.”

He murmured low as her hips began their insistent dance against his and he was more than willing to receive. The slow stiffening of his cock again told her that. The tightening of her muscles as she began to shiver didn’t help matters but he wasn’t complaining.

A soft chuckle escaped as she slid off of him, fingers curling around the ring as she offers it back quickly before she hopped from the water and began padding back toward the house.

He wasn’t cold truthfully and he’d have happily warmed her right back up but he reminded himself, she wasn’t like him and she very well could catch her death if he kept her out here too much longer.

Slipping the ring back on, by the time he reached the opposite side of the pool, he was pulling himself out onto two human legs. He slipped his pants on, leaving them unbuttoned as he picked up the rest of his wet clothes and cane and hobbled his way behind her.

Stepping around a Xen as it began to mop up the rain water from Alice’s passing through, he followed the path of watery foot prints to find her shivering in the middle of his bedroom.

”Look at my poor little Allie cat, wet and shivering....”

He murmured playfully as he dropped his wet clothes by the door and brushed a hand tenderly along the soft dip at the small of her back as he passed her, making his way toward the bathroom to start the warm water.

”Let’s get you warm, hmm?”

He quipped as he disappeared into the bathroom. He stripped from his pants even as he leaned in to start the shower, kicking them to the side. Straightening as she followed him in, he turned and offered a hand, pulling her into the shower and against him under the raining flow. His lips finding hers again in a languid dance, his own admission of love sweeping breathily against their plushness as he gently danced with her beneath the warmth of the water.
 
At his own soft reassurances of his affection for her, Alice turned her back to him in the shower. This move exposed her sensitive breasts, midriff, and pussy to his gentle, firm, powerful touch as she reveled in her ability to be completely bare in front of him, and to know that he was appreciative of her art as she slid her ass up and down his cock.

Her mind dwelled on his nickname for her and while a large part of her started to like being his kitten, she also began to laugh, distracting her from the erotic cloud around her mind. This made her say while playfully ribbing him with her elbow, “Allie Cat, eh? Hmmm...It’s silly, as are Allie and Kitten, but I kinda like them. They remind me of this comedian I know.”

“And that reminds me...you did ask me to do you a favor of a different kind,” Alice concluded, then teased him as she turned off the water and started drying off before changing into just the hat and shoes that she’d used to tinker with Xen3. This meant that once she reached the hapless robot and began opening him up again, she got clockwork grease all over her body and was bending down a lot, partially for his amusement and mostly for hers at seeing his amusement harden.

“You see, Adamaris...Jareth...which do you prefer?” Alice asked seriously. “Your clockwork machines, like most others, basically run off a needle that, when certain triggers are used, moves over a wax cylinder and goes over a series of dots and dashes. When it does this the needle then transmits instructions in the wax. The instructions change depending on where the needle is moving, how fast...a lot of other things. It’s tough to fiddle with it directly because the codes are very difficult to understand...unless you had to repair machines constantly like I did in the Army.”

Alice then took a special needle with a curved hook on it and a flat edge on the other side and used the flat edge to remove the scratches she’d put into the wax. “There...good as new.”
 
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His hands swept over her slick skin in wanton, purposeful patterns. Teasing and warming all at the same time, indeed taking his time and truly appreciating her as a whole. His lips peppering kisses all along her shoulders as his eyes drifted over the gentle slope of her breasts, watching as droplets of soapy water clung to her nipples before joining the puddles at their feet.

As his hands drifted lower, stroking softly against her belly and then gently over the bare flesh of her pussy and thighs, his lips found their way to her ear, capturing the lobe possessively between his teeth a moment before he asked softly.

”How are you feeling?”

There was genuine concern in the question, even as his hardening cock demanded more of her as she rubbed against him. His brain screaming to bend her over right then and there and take her again as she teased him.

The soft elbow brought a chuckling grunt from him. His hands drifting back up along her body.

”Good. I like to make my kitten purr.”

His hands remained on her until she pulled away from him completely to dry off. His eyes watching her in wonder the entire time. Wondering how the demanding part of him wasn’t unleashing itself upon her adamantly, subconsciously he knew it was because of his adoration for her and his need to not run her off because he wanted her to stay.

He padded, naked and wet after her. Grunting and grumbling as they entered the work room Xen had been in since he’d shut it down.

”Finally....”

He murmured as he leaned against the workbench. Arms crossed over his bare stomach as he watched her. Growing harder still with each bend and show of her bare ass.

”Jareth in the general public. You can call me Adamaris here at the manor or around people that truly know me.”

He answered as he pushed away from the work bench as she finished her explanation, of which he was honestly barely paying attention to. He’d been hard as a rock for over an hour now, controlling the urge to take her in the shower but the way she looked and the brainy jargon tumbling from her lips had his control slipping by the second. She’d feel a hefty smack against her ass as she was bent forward. His hands sliding against her hips as she straightened and softly growled words met her ear as he gently guided her toward the work bench he’d been leaning against himself.

”Good. Now....Kitten....no more breaking Daddy‘s toys, hmm?”

Gently he pressed his hand against her back, leaning her over the table. Listening as the tools scattered to make room for her as he stepped close behind her. His cock rubbing lazily against her rounded ass before she’d feel it teasing against her inner thighs.
 
Alice bit her lip cutely while looking back at Jareth with wide eyes. “You asked me how I was feeling earlier,” she purred up at him. “Honestly? I feel safe around you in a way that I haven’t in a while.” This admission made her face light up, an effect added to by the oil on it. Then she gave an evil smile that would remind him of Octavia, showing that she was a switch, a chameleon who could morph into whatever would give her the upper hand even if he was leading.

“Some part of me, deep inside, yearns to really protect you too,” Alice winked and squeezed his balls. Next she looked down at the ground, acting cute again as though she’d swapped masks. “But for now, if- if Big Daddy needs to punish his kitten with his cock for being a bad girl, then I understand,” she sighed, acting like her spirit to resist was broken by pushing out her hips to rub her pussy lips against the tip.
 
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He cast a smile up at her, his head canting slightly. He felt ill-equipped to keep anyone safe. He had failed Amara after all. That wasn’t to say he didn’t appreciate her feeling safe around him, it simply made him question whether he could keep her that way as they progressed or not. It made him want to try, harder.

His hand swept along the curve of her back until he reached her shoulder and lifted, fingers sweeping her hair from her cheek tenderly.

”Mmm, not what I meant but it’ll do.”

He murmured. The smile that curled her lips rose his brow, he knew it well enough and a soft chuckle escaped as his own shifted to one of knowing. Oh he was certainly going to have his hands full but....he already knew that and here he was, still jumping in with both feet.

He grunt groaned softly as her petite fingers curled around his sac, he reveled in the squeeze for a moment before he gently pulled back, teasingly as if he were going to step away completely.

”Something tells me, it won’t be much of a punishment....”

His hand cocked back and smacked solidly against her right ass cheek before his hips pressed forward against hers as they pushed back. His cock dragging along her slit, the head pushing against the engorged little nub waiting for punishment.

It would be more punishment to himself to deny her what she wanted truth be told. His right hand tickled over her hip as he teased her, fingers curling around behind her knee, he jerked it up to rest against the work bench as he leaned into her. He pulled his hips back and let his cock slide fully into her before he set a solid pace with a heady groan.
 
"Oooohhhh...that's it, Daddy," Alice groaned as his length fully sank into her.

Once he was inside again, she could not deny the truth at the heart of all their physical interactions; they both fit together better than either of them had expected. Sure, his penis was able to stretch her and make her feel full while also not hurting her, and she'd already acknowledged that he made her feel safe. But that wasn't what she was thinking about by "fit."

Alice had loved feeling his real body up against and moving within her own, but now she realized that the way he held her, his human body perfectly curled around hers. When they faced each other as he continued to thrust, their hips easily moved in time with one another, while her head burrowed exactly into his neck as he ruffled her hair and her feet landed on the back of his knees like they were stirrups. Alice had never really had that feeling of synchronicity with any man before, and only twice with women- Abigail and Elizabeth.

And it had always led, for her, not only to amazing sex, but to powerful, fast building...and fast imploding love. After she was overcome by three more orgasms in a row and then Adamaris ejaculated inside her again an hour after they started up again, Alice enjoyed the afterglow of her pleasure, and equally enjoyed being held by him in the shower as they were forced to clean off again. But his fingers that danced on her enervated skin, his lips that marked her as his, and his eyes that made her lose herself...

….made Alice tremble with fear deep in her gut.

It wasn't anything that Adamaris did, as he was a perfect gentleman that night, always asking her what she needed sexually, helping her get down off her energy high by licking her to two more incredible climaxes on his face, and then muddle through the low after she crashed by making tea with warm milk to help her go to sleep. And it wasn't anything she'd done either, as she'd been able to be vulnerable with him in a genuine way, and she appreciated that and knew that he appreciated it too.

It was a sense, instead, that Alice didn't belong in a mansion, that she could not keep Adamaris's embrace, that his quiet, reassuring strength would not be enough to fix her nerouses, that somehow everything would go wrong and it would be her fault. So, in the middle of the night, as she was plagued by a nightmare of her trapped in the Golem suit and using that to murder Adamaris as she had countless merfolk during Operation Trench Fall, a nightmare that King Meredydd spun up and transferred over to Adamaris's mind so that he would participate in the horror...

She quickly got dressed, bolted downstairs, and began to feverishly research the weapon that killed Amara. That, Adamaris had reminded her, was what she should have been doing instead of finding comfort in Octavia's arms, and she knew that she should focus on that rather than him. For the rest of the night, she kept Amara's ghost and all her other demons at bay from her mind by throwing herself into her work. She drained the blood out of the sac it was contained in, performed a battery of tests on the weapon itself, looked over the shipping manifests, and even enlisted Octavia's help once again in asking her to leave the mansion and then reach out to her contacts to find out if they could tell her anything. She'd fainted in the lab on top of a pile of barely legible notes as the confounding contraption had eluded her attempts to get answers about the identity of its owner or anything that could lead to a break in the case.

But it was the next morning, after being passed out for five hours. After two weeks of silence, her scroll copier lit up with messages from people in South Bend asking her to look into a rash of murders, disappearances, and theft that baffled the police. She knew she had to look into this. After all, she'd let her sister disappear because of her mistakes and knew that South Bend could not fail again under her watch. All that remained...was to tell Adamaris that she had to go away again. Probably for months this time, instead of a few weeks. She knocked on the bedroom door to wake him and then sighed with her head leaning against the door, afraid that this might be it.
 
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He didn’t notice her leaving, not as the darkness rolled over him. She would hear as she snuck quietly from the room, the faintest whimper as the nightmare began.

The sounds of marching feet behind him. An odd sound to hear beneath the seas, as the water rippled around him and his men. Mermen and women swimming by in panicked chaos.

The waters filled with crimson.

The weight of his uniform heavy on his shoulders as he stared into the immediate distance. Watching as his people were slaughtered.

His men pressed forward around him, weapons at arms length and ready for battle but Adamaris did not, could not. Why couldn’t he move? He didn’t understand.

Glancing to his right, staring at the surface of the glass-like building, he noted two things. Firstly, only his head could move. Secondly, the face that stared back at him was not that of the young man that had once worn the commanders mantle. The man known as Jareth Williams stared back at him. Legs and all.

The sound of marching continued, mingled with the battle cries of his men and the terrified screams of death and destruction.

And it was all in slow motion. As if the waters around them slowed not only movement but time itself.

His head turned again. Uncertain of how much time had passed. More bodies filled the Olsea around him. One of his men floating by, mangled and nearly unrecognizable. More blood stained the sea, he could smell it, taste it even on the roof of his mouth.

His gaze settled on a figure, clamoring its way through the watery graveyard. His gaze settled on the red eye of the porthole, engineered to strike fear in the hearts of any mer that defied the Empire. He was trained however not to show said fear. Not even as the thing grew closer. It’s shrieks growing louder.

Still, he couldn’t move.

He couldn’t lift the gauntlet he wore. Couldn’t reach for his own weapon.

The Golem stopped before him, not even an arms length away. It’s shrieks so loud it hurt his ears but he stared. He could do little more.

Then silence reigned, the figure stripping the porthole from its head. That was when he flinched, his jaw tightening as recognition filled his heated stare.

”Alice?”

He murmured. He glanced down at the movement of her arm, just seconds before he felt a piercing sting in the center of his chest.

The knock pulled him from sleep, a gasp following him up from the nightmare, his hand clutching at his chest, feeling for the needle that had felt entirely to real as it had pierced his heart.

Sweat left a sheen on his forehead as his hand swept back through his hair and he untangled himself from his covers to go answer.

”Alice?”

His jaw twitched, the dream still all too vivid in his head. His hand rose to his chest, brushing idly across it as his gaze questioned why she was knocking in the first place. Hell, why she was standing outside of the bedroom at all. She’d been with him, he’d been curled behind her, holding her it seemed like moments ago.

The question was answered. She needed to leave, again. Cases in South Bend that she needed to take care of, as well as his. A revelation that clearly made him less than happy. In fact it led to an argument. He was heated, of course he was heated. Even before she’d revealed how long she might be gone this time. Selfishly, he didn’t want her to go. He pleaded with her not to, to let someone else handle it. Then, then he demanded, gently of course but demanded none-the-less.

”I don’t want you to go. I’ll send some of my men to handle it, to do the dirty work. You, you stay here. Work on the lab part of things. Stay, here with me.”
 
For the first time in many years, Alice Guthrie was rooted to the spot by fear. After their initial argument, any misstatement seemed like it might cause everything to blow up. Her every muscle tensed as if she was a dragon about to pounce and breathe fire on him.

And oh how she wanted to spew some real fiery zingers at him. About his insecurities around his merman identity; about the incompetence of his men in gathering evidence thus far; about how out of touch he was with the world of suffering upon the poor that he himself had had a part in causing and benefited from; about how rapidly he had switched from Amara to her, and how she might be just a rebound and a security blanket to him; and lastly about how he was risking keeping her in velvet chains, a golden cage, and a deafening cocoon made of their bed that might make her lost in him to satisfy his need for control.

These words died rapidly in her throat, as even thinking about them felt too acidic to her, and if she said even one tenth of that then it would be over, and anger and isolation would scab over her heart once again.

A much deeper, even more irrational part of her was making her body shake and want to fall into his arms like a house of cards. She wanted to admit everything as she cried every last tear she had.

That she wanted desperately to stay with him and make love to him all day and night.

That he was healthier for her than the string of men who had abused her, something she’d never admitted to anyone else but that she felt somehow comfortable talking to him about.

That he made her laugh and respected her mind like nobody else.

That she adored him with all her heart and saw herself marrying his annoying, stubborn ass one day.

That Alice Williams (or perhaps Alice Guthrie-Williams) sounded very melodic to her ears.

That, as crazy as it might sound, something had awakened from even deeper in her heart.

That she wanted him to fuck her and never stop until his massive cock put a baby in her, so they could be the real family she’d never had. That he hadn’t had either, by the looks of it.

But words failed Alice again. This had been happening distressingly often, and she didn’t like it one bit.

So she slumped forward and mouthed, “Please” with tears in her eyes.

She conveyed so much more than just that one word in a single gasp, without saying anything aloud.

“Please let me go. I need to do this.”

“Please trust that I will do better about keeping you informed of my whereabouts.”

“Please don’t smother me.”

“Please know that I love you.”
 
His lips pursed inward, seemingly at a loss for words. He didn’t know what else to say. The man that never begged anyone for anything had done just that, had shown her his hand and still, she insisted on leaving.

He didn’t know whether he admired her morals and her fight to have her way or if it cut him deeply to have her still be so selfish after she’d seen the weakness in him.

”Fine.”

What else could he say? Logically he knew that she could at any moment just leave, even in a professional manner. Demand her payment for services rendered and take everything with her.

He wanted to reach out, draw her into his arms. Hold her. Hug her. Cup her face in his hands and kiss the wild and crazy right out of her but he didn’t. Instead, he waved a dismissive hand toward the door. He knew if he so much as touched her, he’d be far too tempted to not let her go and that, that could ruin it all.

He followed her only as far as midway down the hall. Watched as she opened the door. He saw Octavia standing there waiting and instinctively he knew she wasn’t waiting for him. The look she gave him over Alice’s shoulder said as much, the smile she used to give when she was about to take something from him. He drew in a breath, hand swiping across his lips before his arms crossed over his midsection, he was trying. Trying not to think the worst possible scenarios in his head.

As soon as the door closed behind her, he had to bite back the urge to go after her. Instead, he stalked back to his room and slammed the door. Running the Xen’s off when they tried to retrieve him for meal times. Running John off when he knocked on the door. He just wanted to be left alone for the moment.

Later, John would find him in his office. Big as the man was, he was quiet and he saw the message being sent out to Octavia. Demanding that she bring Alice ‘home.

It was the sigh that drew not only Jareth’s attention but his ire as well. Which launched the friends into a heated discussion.

Back and forth. They argued. Jareth defending himself on the grounds that he didn’t want to lose Alice, as he’d lost Amara. John’s retort that they’d all lost Amara and that he was doing nothing but smothering Alice only caused Jareth to draw further in on himself. He was not smothering her! Perhaps just not wanting to discuss it. Perhaps wondering if maybe his friend was right.

Not long after he’d sent his message to Octavia, he received one in return, from Alice. How she missed him already. John’s words echoing in his head granted himself caution when returning the communique. Not wanting to push it but not wanting to sound aloof either. And so it went for the next two weeks. Letters filled with love and longing between the both of them. Until they started to slow and shorten. Until they stopped all together once the second monthwith her being gone, arrived.

His worst fears sprang to mind. Was she hurt? Captured? Dead? No. Octavia would have sent word. Worse yet, had she run off with Alice, turned her against him, rather than bringing her home? Had his former lover and friend turned on him? She’d tried before, in his own house. Had that been the plan all along?

Somewhere along the line, he’d drank too much, trying to dull it all. Make the cacophony of noise in his head go away. Sweet grass wasn’t helping matters either. His disposition growing uglier by the day, to the point that John just left him alone all together. In fact, his friend had gone back into South Bend, not to follow or check up on Alice but to keep an eye on business at the docks, since Adamaris was incapable of doing so. Jareth hadn’t even noticed.
 
Two months and one week later...

“Are you sure this is the right place, Kelly?”

“Yeah, Jessie.”

“I just...wow, it’s so huge! Is this really the Palaidia Hall?”

“Sure is.”

“Well...the man himself. I can’t believe he wanted us.”

“Now that you’re free to be you, Jess, of course he wanted you. And me. Guys love threesomes for some reason,” Kelly winked, flipping her black hair.

“I just...I’ve never had sex with someone in my...real body before. Especially someone as handsome as Jareth Williams,” Jesse swooned, swaying her fiery mane.

Jesse was transgender, and she had only just had her body radically transformed by a constant ritual drinking of the power philter “GendBend.” It had been recalled after someone exploded while drinking it, but Jesse was desperate for her chance to finally be herself and so she took the risk. And if they pulled this job off they’d be set for life, maybe could be madams for other escorts.

Soon, both women were inside the massive hall waiting for their customer...
 
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No browns and no blonds or any other light colored hair for that matter.

It had been one of his requirements. Something new and different. In reality, he didn’t care. He needed a warm body to sink into and what was better than one, well two.

He’d gone for a swim while he waited for the whores to arrive. He’d still been in the water as Xen had let the ladies in. He could hear them chattering just beyond the door. Wrapping the singular towel he’d brought in with him around his waist, he stepped out and into the hall, bare feet padding against the marbled flooring, in time with the soft click of his cane as he approached.

He stopped within arms length of them, dark eyes hungrily sliding over each girl in turn before he finally spoke.

”Turn.”

It wasn’t a request. His finger twirling to get his point across clearly. When they obliged, he greeted them with a satisfied nod as they finished their turn to face him again. A smile creeping over his lips as he licked them.

”Come. This way.”

Turning on his heels, he started toward the elevator.
 
Jesse and Kelly turned as they had been commanded. Jess was very nervous about what he would do to them (for there had been many rumors about Jareth’s wild sexual appetites), but Kelly obeyed every word with a smile, then took her friend’s hand and followed Jareth through the labyrinth of marble and pain...

Meanwhile, a dark figure approached the wrought iron gate of the mansion. Two of the Xens recognized it and opened the door, even though it was soaked through and covered in the blood of the figure’s enemies...
 
The fact that he’d had the thought to take the girls to a spare bedroom and not to his bed, a bed that he’d shared with Alice, should have stopped him then and there.

The noise still clashing around up there made it hard to hear the voice of reason however. Ushering them in, soft amber lights flared to life on each side of the four poster bed.

He made his way to the bed, sitting at the end of it no sooner than his towel had hit the ground at his feet. Leaning his cane against one of the posts, his dark eyes fell again on both of the girls. The intention clear. He wanted them to strip and when they had, his gaze shifted directly to the redhead. He, for the life of himself couldn’t remember her name. Not that it mattered. He didn’t need it to fuck her senseless and send her home.

His hand pat his bare thigh, the other pointed at the raven haired one and then to the bed beside him.

Every movement felt stiff, unnatural. Still, he denied his thoughts. Pushed them aside as Jess settles into his thigh with a giggle as she leaned in, brushing her nose against his cheek. His face turned from her momentarily as he reached for Kelly’s hand, guiding it to his cock, wrapping her petite fingers around it. She needn’t any further instruction as she began stroking, peppering kisses along his shoulder.

Jess’ lips met his as he turned back toward her, his hand tangling up in her hair. A groan vibrating against her lips as the others hand slid up and down his ridged shaft.

A hand groped and squeezed a breast, fingers digging into the pale mound of flesh, just the right size.

Another low moan escaped, a name. Her name.

”Alice.....”

Her face flashed behind closed eyes, needing and wanting. Pleading with him as she had before she left.

His lips tore away from the girls in a chest clinching gasp. A growl came before he fairly gently, given the circumstances, pushed Jess from his lap. Not hard enough to knock her on her ass on the floor but to remove her completely from him regardless. A hand grasped Kelly’s wrist.

”Stop.”

He growled angrily. Angry at himself. What in the hell was he thinking? He couldn’t do this. He didn’t want to do this, no matter what he told himself.

”You both need to go. Now. Get your clothes on and get out.”

His hand swept across his face, staring at their faces as they gaped are him in confusion.

”NOW!”

He barked and they finally got moving. When they were dressed, he accompanied them back down in the elevator, his towel wrapped around his waist once again. With barely restrained poise, he explained he’d pay them, a fraction of what they would have made had he gone through with it but he wasn’t heartless. He also promised a ride back. He ordered Xen to see them out and to the carriage and to make sure they got going safely. He disappeared into his room, none the wiser to the figure that had entered the grounds.
 
Kelly didn’t need to hear him twice. Jess, on the other hand, had just gone from kissing a man, in point of fact having one of the most powerful men in Caledoria touch her breasts while she touched his thigh, which made her feel the most feminine she ever had in her life, to being told to leave. It threw her for a loop, but as she’d done since they were kids, Kelly looked out for her and dragged her away by the arm while they both got dressed on the run.

A few minutes later, with Jareth still lying motionless and naked on the bed, thunderous footfalls were heard on the steps up to his chambers until finally Alice kicked the door open, covered in old bandages and dried blood. Far from yelling, she looked like a woman utterly defeated by life.

After all, she’d just had to pull a feral man’s jaw apart with her bare hands before he could bite her yesterday.

And then punched his head into his torso for good measure. And that was just one battle among many that she’d fought for a month and a half in an attempt to help the RCPD and the Imperial Army get a handle on the chaos in the streets of South Bend.

She’d finally cracked the case and was about to tell Jareth the good news- even though it made her uncomfortable to do so since it involved things about her past he might not like. Even though it would mean the end of their working relationship, meaning they might not have much to go on other than sex; and would that be fine or would Alice or Jareth want more now that they no longer had to see each other?

Questions like this one and more were swirling around Alice’s mind when she saw two girls beating a hasty retreat from the mansion and then Jareth lying naked. In their bed no less.

All Alice could do was stare at and through him and then croak out through her encroaching tears-

“I’ve been gone for two months, Mister Williams. Two months I’ve pined for you. Octavia threw herself at me, and I turned her down to see you. And only you. And you repay me by...by ordering prostitutes? I mean, we’re not in a relationship or anything soooo...I can’t stop you. But you just broke my heart, because I wanted more and clearly you only ever wanted sex out of me. Or anyone.”

Just like most guys I’ve been with, Alice thought.

“So you have thirty seconds to explain yourself, or I’m leaving. For good this time.”
 
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He heard the door but thought little of it. Just Xen coming back in from seeing the whores out.

He dropped to the end of the bed and fell back against the mattress. A sigh escaping as he threw an arm over his face.

What the hell had he been thinking? John would tell him he’d been thinking with his dick. Which....wasn’t wrong. He most certainly had been. For a man that was used to getting laid nearly every day, two months was a long time. Add to that all the maddening demons sitting on his shoulder and whispering in his ear, it’d been a recipe for something utterly stupid.....and it absolutely had been.

He withdrew his arm from his face as the bedroom door flung open. Having lost track of days, he expected John in the doorway, certainly not Alice.

He saw the condition she was in and he bolted upright.

”What happened to you, babe?”

Concern etched in his tone, the dark of his eyes softening and he started to close the distance between them. He stopped and flinched however as she started to speak. He could hear the strain, the held back tears and when she referred to him as Mister Williams, he flinched again, as of she’d reached out and slapped the shit out of him.

The fact that Octavia had tried to make a play at Alice....his Alice, a fact that he’d made clear after the first infraction.....was but noise stored at the back of his brain. He would deal with that later.

”That’s not true....I....I....”

The first, strong and adamant because it wasn’t true. He didn’t want just sex from her. He wanted her, all of her, in every way, not just sex. He’d made that clear to her....he thought.

He stopped, taking a deep breath. Trying to regroup. Standing before her butt ass naked, vulnerable.

”I called them, yes. I hadn’t heard from you for a month. If, if something had happened to you, that....bitch would have contacted me, I thought.....I....I did not fuck them, I promise.”
 
Jareth calling her "babe" and explaining that he called the escorts but didn't fuck them was the penny-farthing on the tracks that nearly derailed her train of anger. And she also had to admit to herself that the "bitch" as Jareth put it had nearly succeeded in seducing her, and that she'd thought about taking her up on her offer again long and hard, often at night with her hands down her pants. Octavia was smart, a great teacher in the art of operating flying machines, and an indispensable companion in battle and sounding board for solving the mystery. Plus, she already knew that any sex they shared would be amazing.

She turned it down, though, because she assumed Jareth was handling everything fine. Perhaps that was hasty of her to think, but at the same time she had more to go on than the last time she was gone for a while. After all, he'd just admitted that he knew that Octavia (Alice was still chewing on him calling her a bitch) would contact him in the event of Alice's death or serious injury. This meant that he had to have monitored the situation in South Bend and found out about the violence in the streets, and then deduced by the fact Octavia hadn't contacted him that Alice was handling it. That, OR he hadn't heard about the news, but yet knew that Alice wasn't dead, in which case what the hell had happened for him to think that she was alive yet also abandoning him when she was clearly busy...if he didn't know what she was busy with?

There was so much swirling around and around in her head that she grasped the sides of her face, groaned from a panic attack, and squatted towards the floor.

"I...ugh," Alice said as she finally got her thoughts together.

Then the great detective stood up to her full height, marched close to him, somehow restrained the urge to sock him in the face, and sighed-

"A month. A month! A month?! That's all it took for you to forget me, forget what we had? Even if only for a moment. That makes it harder to trust what you would do if I did die on this case, or at any other point, and my body was barely cold. More importantly, how can I trust that you didn't have sex with these women? You're naked, the air stinks of arousal, and those girls were hastily getting dressed. You put two and two together and get five like this...it doesn't look good, babe.

"Even more importantly, when I got back, I was so happy despite having fought for my life. Because I was finally going to hold you in the flesh instead of a phantom. Because the nightmare of the unfolding war for South Bend was finally out of my head. And lastly because I was going to tell you that I solved the case...and that I want to be your girlfriend."

That I want more than that was balanced on her tongue but never escaped the bars of her teeth.

"I want to make this official at long last so that I fully and openly love you for every part of you, Jareth. I'm sorry- Adamaris. It's just more natural for me to say Jareth. Anyway, I want to be your woman, and your only woman, and I turned down Octavia, someone who is a more sure thing than you are sometimes, so I could make you my only too. But you're so arrogant, bullheaded, impulsive...it makes it so fucking hard and makes me feel crazy sometimes for loving you and holding your hand while you voyage into the whirlpool of your own indulgent navel-gazing pity party," Alice groaned and sank onto the bed next to him, sobs quaking through her exhausted body as she deflated her soul in front of him.
 
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He braced himself as she stalked toward him. Waiting for her to smack him or kiss him, something. It was her words that stung, stabbing into his brain like a hot poker.

He stared at her in silence for a long moment. Part of...no, most of what she said initially not even registering past her proclamation that he’d forgotten her.

He blinked, his mouth gaped open momentarily looking like a fish gasping at the air. His hand rose, fingers pressed against his temple before they shot out, his head shaking.

“Forget you!? For fucks sake, all I could do was think about you, Alice! No matter what I did, you were there. Nothing. Stopped. It. Even when I was this close to burying my cock in someone else. Your name was on my lips, your face in my brain....forcing me to stop before I did something monumentally stupid. No one has ever....eaten me alive like that for days on end.”

His arms crossed over his chest, his tongue darting across his lips at his admission. Clearly he’d been battling his own war, inside himself and his head while she’d been gone.

”I made it clear to Octavia and John, that I wanted you.“

He grit his teeth around Octavia’s name because it just burned him deep that she had, after he’d made it clear, tried again. The first time, the first time he could let go because he hadn’t truly laid claim to his feelings for Alice to even himself really. The second time though.....it had been a knowing and willful act of defiance against their agreement.

”I begged you not to go, at the cost of solving the case. I demanded that Octavia bring you home and when she didn’t, I didn’t send John to do it. I let you see every part of me, of who I am. How much clearer could I have been?”

He fell silent for a long moment, turning to watch her fall to the bed. Staring down at her as she shook. He wanted to hold her, but those voices crept in again. Would she want him to, now?

Drawing in a breath, he slide onto the bed beside her. One arm stretching out above their heads, his left curling around her midsection as he drew her close.

”I tried, Alice. I wanted to let you go but I didn’t want to lose you. I wanted to keep you close but didn’t want to smother you. I tried not to let things get the better of me but....you drive me absolutely crazy.”

His words whispered against her shoulder, his eyes turned up, watching her profile as he spoke.
 
Alice grit her teeth, as his honeyed response only made things more confusing. His touch around her waist increased the burning in her loins yet his arms felt like nettles around her stomach. She wanted to kiss him and bite him until his neck was scraped. She still wanted to marry him, have his children, and also kill him.

But above all else, Alice Guthrie was a scientist, and she knew she needed more information to make a conclusion. So even though the thought of someone else touching her man made her want to throw up. The problem was that it was too early for her to have expected exclusivity, yet she still needed to know if he was telling the truth.

So she pushed his arms off of her waist, snipped, “You haven’t earned the right to touch me again,” and sighed into a pillow, as she couldn’t pull away from the bed either, “In truth, we may have both been crazy to touch each other like this.”

“Now, babe, what the fuck happened, exactly?” Alice demanded while propping herself on her elbows and narrowing her eyes. “Spare no details. If you’re lying, then I’ll be able to tell and you won’t get another chance to break my heart.”
 
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Pulling his arm back, holding his hand defensively out, resisting the urge to brush it across her hip in the process. He sat up with a sigh.

”Fair enough.”

He said quietly, in response to not having earned the right to touch her again just yet. drawing his knees up, he rested his arms atop them, staring out into the bedroom. Was he crazy? Some said that love was chaotic and messy and....crazy.

Blinking, he glanced over his shoulder at her and sighed. She wanted details? Inwardly, he cringed at the thought of giving them to her but she wanted honesty. Under any other circumstances, anyone else, he likely would have been his usual stubborn and bullheaded self and denied them what they asked for.

Another sigh as he finally scooted himself to the edge of the bed. His hand rubbing across his eyes and then over his mouth before he spoke.

”I took them upstairs, rather than our bed. I told them to strip. I’d just gotten out of the private pool, so....”

He leaned to pick the towel up from the floor, half heartedly draping it over his lap with a grunt. Indicating that he’d already been mostly there when he told them to get naked.

”I had the redhead sit on my lap, the other beside me.”

He hesitated, briefly. Not because he didn’t want to give her the truth but because he wondered if she really wanted it. She did though and he knew it.

”Or maybe it was the other way around. I shoved my tongue down the one in my laps throat and grabbed the others hand and put it around my cock for her to stroke.”

He told her bluntly but hardly did he sound proud of himself for it.

”I uttered your name, wanting it to be you, knowing it wasn’t. When your beautiful face popped into my head....I couldn’t. I stopped them, both. Told them to get dressed and get out. They weren’t moving fast enough and that’s why you saw them running out half dressed.”

He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, face in his hands as they swept a frustrated path across his brow.

”15. 20 minutes at best they were in this house.”

He said weakly, like it made all that much of a difference. They shouldn’t have been in the house at all.
 
"Oh, well then, my mistake! I'm so happy that two whores were touching my man for twenty minutes instead of twenty-one! You got just under the legal time limit for philandering on someone who you claim to care about," Alice grunted and then screamed into a pillow.

"Look, again...if you just want to fuck around with a bunch of women, fine. But here's a tip: next time you decide to open things up, clue the other person in! If I'd known, perhaps I wouldn't have spent so much damn effort on trying to be there for you. By all rights, even if you didn't do anything...and, maybe you didn't, I still don't know...anyway, the logical thing to do would be to just leave, send you a written work product for the case, and spare myself your mess."

Alice tried to stand up and leave, but then fell back down and now cried into her pillow more, both because of her own anguish, and because she'd just hurt Jareth worse than she ever thought she could in an effort to defend herself.

She was stuck in a sort of sobbing limbo for two hours, not having the heart to kick him out of his own bedroom, but not wanting him to watch or touch her either despite her desperately wanting that. Fuck, this whole situation was one of the most confusing she'd been in.

She didn’t begrudge him taking a shower, and when he returned she sat up, curled her arms around her legs, felt empty all over her skin, and at long last sighed-

"I thought that we could be more...today, I know for sure I would've asked for exclusivity. So, technically we weren't exclusive, and so even though you still ripped out my heart and spat on it...I'm still willing to give us a try, because and ONLY because you didn't go through with it, the same way that I didn't go through with Octavia's offer."

Then Alice said, "Tomorrow night, we'll start over. I'll come over as if a total stranger had asked me out on a date, we'll reintroduce ourselves, and you'll take me to some nice place of your choosing in the city and pay for everything. Then I'll take us on the remainder of our date. This way, we'll see how compatible we really are, outside our physical interactions, and I can have more time to decide whether I want to continue dating you. Does that sound fair?"
 
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He took each word as it barreled at him from her lips like a whaling hook, sinking into his flesh and ripping him open.

He assured her that he didn’t want to fuck around with other women. He re-assured her that he hadn’t done any more than he’d confessed to.

He tried, he tried to console her. He’d given her honesty. He gave her space. He told her she could sleep in here, in their bed if she wished, alone. He would leave her be. Was he stung? Yes. Did he deserve it? Yes.

”Yes, it’s fair.”

How could he say no? The man that was usually in control had lost it all over the course of a few hours. And if he said no to her, he’d lose even more and he knew it.

When she informed him she’d be sleeping in her guest room, he nodded and followed her as far as his own bedroom door but quietly, longingly watched her retire to her own room just down the hall. So close but so far.

It took him a while to sleep. So much running through his head and the empty spot beside him didn’t help. Rubbing one out didn’t help much either honestly. He was all twisted up inside and it was foreign to him, at this magnitude anyways.

The next morning, he woke early enough. Showered, sent a message to Octavia first and foremost. He was pissed and she would know it. He told her to stay away from him, to stay away from Alice and just flat not to set foot or flying machine on the Hall grounds again.

He ordered some purple delphiniums to be delivered within the hour. He made reservations at the Bamba Lounge and against his better judgement, he chartered an air screw for their travel into the city.

When Alice slipped off to shower, he set a small batch of flowers at the end of her bed. A note attached, telling her she’d find more in the kitchen. And so the game went. The lab, office, their bedroom, the workshop and finally the pool. The note was little more than an arrow pointing to the helicopter waiting on the grounds.

Within, he paced. He hated the blasted things, loathed them but there he was, a larger bunch of the purple flowers clutched in his hands and around the stems the silver chain hung, dangling from it was a small glowing bauble.
 
Alice also had trouble going to sleep shortly after getting into her guest room. The only thing that managed to make her finally tire herself was a writhing orgasm she gave to herself. Despite initially focusing on John and Octavia in her fantasies, Alice whispered Jareth’s name as she reached her peak. Then the exhausted and frustrated detective passed into a dreamless sleep.

The next day started off better for Alice, however, with her getting into a powerful black dress after her shower for her date with the mysterious, suave Mr. Williams. Then she grinned as she enjoyed the flowers- delphiniums, her favorite- and followed the trail of clues to the luxurious air screw in the front yard; a fitting way for them to start over given that they’d met over a case what seemed like ages ago, but was only really a few months.

“Good morning, Mr. Williams. I must say, you sure know how to make a...splash,” Alice said, slightly joking about his mer heritage at the same time as his penchant for the dramatic. “Is all this really for your little detective? And where are we headed today, sir?”
 
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