A/N: This is my first fic in the Labryinth fandom. I really have Medea Smyke to thank for me writing this story. Also, this story was inspired by the writing and art of Pika-la-Cynique.

Warning: This story will have scenes of a strong sexual nature. Ye be warned.

Glitter and Mirrors

Chapter One

It had been ten long years since her solving the Labryinth. There were times Sarah thought it all a dream. However, she was still able to see Hoggle, Ludo and Sir Didymus whenever she had need of them. Even at times when she didn't. During each time she felt that she had gone slightly mad. But it brought home the very real fact that it had not been a dream. She had lived a real life fairy tale for all of thirteen magical hours.

And now, she thought, as she opened the door of her third floor walk up flat, real life could not measure up to the fantasy of that time so long ago. She had succeeded in becoming an actress, but all the plays were naught but distraction to where her mind usually strayed. It seemed to reside in the Underground where magic abounded on every corner, danger lurked behind every door and a Goblin King wanted to grant her every wish… of course with the string attached of keeping her baby brother.

Toby wasn't such a baby anymore. He was a cool kid as little brothers went, but the 11 year old didn't seem to remember the Labryinth at all. Sarah had no one she could talk to about what happened. She had no one who could understand her dreams and her longings to see it again. She shut the door behind her with a loud snap and shred of her coat. She kicked off the black heels and groaned with the relief of them not pinching her toes. Just as she groaned with relief at the end of her date with Rupert. Not a single guy for ten years had managed to capture her attention but she kept trying.

However, Rupert will not be a repeat date. He was so boring. How she was going to show up on the set of the next play she didn't know. He was the prop master and had endearingly tripped all over himself when trying to ask her out. She said yes, because she thought she was charmed. She then proceeded to go out on the most boring date of her existence. Because who could compete with dancers inside floating crystals? Or someone who had once reordered time and moved the stars?

She shook her head at her own wondering as she moved to the kitchen to pour a glass of wine. She was comparing every man to the Goblin King, to Jareth… Who haunted her dreams. His mismatched eyes with their soul searching gaze as she threw all his gifts back in his face. He haunted her. She caught herself staring out the window and thought of the owl flying out of her house that night. There have been many times in which she thought she may have seen that owl since. There was the night her date brought her back from a school 1dance, the first night in her new dorm in college, walking across the campus grounds and hearing the hoot of an owl and then when she moved into this flat after the success of her first leading role.

Was he looking out for her? Why did he keep himself hidden? It both frustrated and scared her. She worried for Toby so she rarely asked the boy if he would like to spend the night. But at the same time, she felt so drawn to Jareth. She wanted to see him again. She yearned to see him again. Her girlish fantasies were no match for she thought of now. For what she had never experienced but could see so clearly with him.

She turned away from the window and began the trek to her bathroom taking the glass of wine with her. She set her wine on the edge of the tub and then turned on the water adding her favorite scented bubble bath. Sarah then removed the pins that were holding up her heavy hair and let it fall. She undressed and thought, as she looked in the mirror, of Jareth. Did he find another young girl to promise the world to? Or did he ever think about her as she thought about him now?

Sarah stepped into the warm water and shut the faucet off. She slid her body into the hot water and let it relax her muscles. Picking up her wine, she stared into space wondering if the Goblin King thought about her at all.

At that very moment, the Goblin King was indeed thinking about her. He sat on his thrown with one leg thrown over one of the arms and held a crystal ball in his hand. He stared intently at it and ignored the goblins running around the room. He was watching Sarah as she slid into the bubble bath and took a sip of wine. It was true that he had wanted Toby to be his heir. But after her stinging rejection and her beating him, on his own terms, his every waking and dreaming moment had been about Sarah.

He had told her that she was no match for him, and yet she out maneuvered him no matter how much he did for her. He lost interest in the boy and thought of nothing but her. He watched as her hands ran up an impossibly long leg that was out of the bubbles in the tub. His Sarah had grown into a fine young woman. His eyes narrowed as her hands started to roam beneath bubbles and across her body. Her breathing seemed to catch and he could hear the water lap against the tub. Just what was she doing?

His breath caught as he heard her moan and she closed her eyes as she leaned her head back against the tub, the water still lapping against the tub. He watched the obvious movement of her arm and was fascinated. And instantly jealous. He knew she couldn't have been thinking of the boring bloke she had dinner with that evening. He remembered seeing her glazed eyes and knew that she had not wanted to be with him.

So just who was she thinking about? At that moment, he heard her moan again and in the next second, she breathed a name. Just one name: Jareth.

That night, Sarah slept. And as she slept, she dreamed…

The window opened and the curtains billowed out from the wind. Sarah sat up in her bed and felt the cool night air as it caressed her skin. In a shower of glitter, Jareth the Goblin King appeared in front of the window. Her breath caught in her throat as his mismatched eyes held her gaze. His black cape billowed around him and his hair moved with the breeze. "Hello, Sarah," he said in a voice covered in velvet.

She brought the covers up to her chin and stared in wide eyed wonder. The Goblin King was in her bedroom. The thought both terrified and excited her. It made her voice come out sharp as she asked, "What are you doing here?"

The Goblin King chuckled as he moved further into the room and leaned against the bed post at the foot of her bed as if he had every right. "Can I not drop in and say hello to my dearest enemy?"

Sarah raised her chin. She met this creature step for step, obstacle for obstacle, in the Labryinth. And though he had terrified her then, she never let him see her fear. She sat up further in the bed and squared her shoulders. "You have made a host of other enemies since, Jareth? I don't know if I should feel flattered or sorry for you."

His beautiful mouth curved into a smile. "You should feel very flattered. And I would be careful, if I were you, about baiting me again." His warning carried a threat of danger.

She shook back her hair and angled her chin. "I'm not a child anymore, Jareth. You can't scare me."

His grin went wide. He trailed a gloved hand over her leg over the covers with a gloved hand. She swore she could feel the heat through all that cloth as he walked towards her. "Can't I?"

Sarah couldn't help it. She gulped. She scrambled quickly to the other side of the bed. She was in a green silk night dress that barely skimmed her mid thighs. She watched, horrified and nervously as his eyes raked her from top to bottom. "I definitely see that you are not a child anymore." His voice was low and dangerous and caused all sorts of shivers to run up and down her spine.

She hastily threw arms in front of her but I was too late. He'd seen enough and by his gaze, he wanted to see more. Her heart skipped a beat. Could it be that the Goblin King wanted her? "Toby is not here!" she exclaimed.

He raised an eyebrow. "Who said anything about Toby?"

Confusion settled over her like a second skin. "Isn't that why you're here?" she asked breathlessly.

Jareth sat down on her bed, his dark cape billowing out and his black clothes contrasting with the light blue of her comforter. But he still looked, even with the outlandish get up, as if he ruled the bedroom. "No," he answered. She waited for more but he didn't explain.

"Then why are you here?" she demanded.

His raked down her form again. "Why, Sarah, I thought that would be obvious. I'm here for you." His voice raked down her nerves and caused such delicious sensations to course through her. She felt her nipples harden and crossed her arms hoping he wouldn't see in the darkness.

"For me?" her voice came out in a breathless whisper. The thought never would have occurred to her.

His chuckle sent more shivers down her spine. He got up, went around the bed and started stalking towards her as if he was a wolf. His eyes were fixed upon her. Her breathing began to quicken and she backed up until she was against the wall. There was no where for her to go.

He set both hands on either side of her head and looked deep into her eyes. "You are all I have thought about for ten long years," he started in a soft whisper. "You beat me at my own game. A game of which no one else has ever been able to win before or since. Your will was greater than mine. Your power just as great, or at least we both thought." His gazed raked down her and saw that her arms were still crossed over her chest. Humor was present in his gaze as he met her wide eyes. "But it seemed, it was even greater than mine. Because I have not been able to remove you from my mind."

"You haven't?" she breathed.

His hot breath warmed her skin as he whispered in her ear. "No, I haven't. You've been in every thought," he said softly as he kissed her ear. "Every dream," he punctuated with another kiss. "Every…" he murmured as his tongue outlined her lobe, "fantasy." She could not stop the moan as it came from her throat. Her knees went weak as he put his hands on her shoulders and she could feel the heat from them through his gloved fingers. He pulled her back towards the bed. She had no will to stop him. What had he said about her willpower? Because she had no idea where it had run off to. "Say it, Sarah," he whispered into the darkness.

"What?" she breathed. Her heart was thudding against her chest.

"Say that you think about me too, damn it," his voice was harsh against her ear and his hands were tangled in her hair. He tilted her head back so he could look deep into her eyes. "Tell me you dream about me."

"I'm dreaming now, aren't I?" she asked.

He grinned. "I always knew I could show you your dreams," he told her before he crushed his mouth down to hers. Her knees buckled but he held her steady as he assaulted her mouth. Fire raced through her body as her fingers curled around his shoulders and held on for all she was worth. His tongue thrust inside her mouth and she met it with her own.

He tore his mouth from hers and she noticed they were both breathing heavily. "There's no going back," he told her.

"No," she agreed. He ripped his gloves off his hands and his bare fingers trailed up her bare arms. It was the most delicious feeling she had experienced in her life. "Jareth," she pleaded.

His eyes narrowed dangerously. "Say it again," he ordered.

"Jareth," she said again in a breathless whisper.

He smiled a ruthless smile. "I'm going to make you scream it." Then he assaulted her mouth again turning her insides into a roaring volcano. His hands were rough as he tore the night gown from her body.

She arched up to him as he pulled her roughly against him. Her chest smashed into his cold leather vest. She was surprised steam didn't rise from her body. He swore something in a different language and tore the cloak from his body. Sarah surprised the both of them as she quickly made work of his vest and ripped the black shirt underneath so that she could feel his skin. He hissed as her nails raked him and her mouth went to work on his throat.

He tore the panties from her body and roughly pushed her on the bed. In an instant, not a stitch of clothing was between them. She rose up to her knees as he climbed on the bed. No dream of hers had ever been this real. Moonlight from the window made his skin glow as he came towards her. The bed shifted with his weight. "Pretty Sarah," he murmured. He reached out to her and then turned her so that her back was against his chest. She felt every muscle and his arousal behind her. She strained against him as his hands roamed her breasts. He tweaked a nipple and she moaned excitedly. He squeezed and she arched against his hand. "Look how pretty you are," he said in her ear.

She opened her eyes and looked across the room. A huge mirror hung before them. Sarah watched helplessly as his hands roamed over her body. When his hand moved lower and down her stomach she shivered. "Tremble for me," he whispered as he trailed kisses down her neck and then lightly bit down.

"OH!" she cried out. Seeing him behind her, his hands roaming over her, his mouth on her and feeling it all was so delicious. His hand went lower to the inside of her thigh and he made her spread her legs. Then his fingers vanished, her hand fell back, her eyes closed and she screamed, "Jareth!"

When she woke, she found herself kneeling naked on the bed. Confusion and wonder set in as she wrapped her arms around herself. She shivered from the breeze coming in her open window. She rose to close it and as she walked back to the bed, her foot fell on something soft. Sarah gasped as she picked up black glittering material. Sarah stared, naked and paralyzed, as she held the Goblin King's cloak.

A/N: So… let me know what you thought and please leave a review.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MEDEA!