No, no matter how much I wish it were otherwise, I have no rights to the Labyrinth and or any of it's characters. Though sometimes I wish they would relinquish their power over me. No copyright infringement intended and I sure am not being paid for my efforts~except for with love and kisses! Not exceptionally explicit, but I'm writing as an adult for adults here and therefore I am going with a M rating :)

Everything is magical
When you're near, it's magical
You're supernatural
I feel your touch, in my dreams
Everything is magical
When you're near, it's magical
It's supernatural
I feel your touch, in my dreams

Little Boots: Magical

She was barely through her front door and already peeling her clothing from her rapidly overheating body. The weather was queer today, hot, sticky, and had completely taken everyone off guard. A hundred degrees was completely uncommon, even in August, and the city dragged itself along at a significantly slower pace.

TGIF is right, Sarah thought to herself. It had been a long week and coupled with the heat, the weekend had taken an eternity to clothes strewn haphazardly near and around her entrance and finally down to her tolerably cool undergarments, Sarah found her way into the kitchen in search of an iced glass of water.

Her cat, Mephi, lay sprawled along the cool, tile floor, body stretched out at what should have been an impossible angle, "Poor kitty," she said while bending down to scratch him behind his ears, "at least I don't have fur." After checking his water levels (but didn't that cat love to spill his water all over her kitchen floor), Sarah righted herself and continued in her pursuit of a cold drink.

Sarah reached across her fridge to open her freezer door to grab the ice tray. She lingered for a moment in the glorious frosty air, before the temperature rose and the freezer fan kicked in to regulate it. Sarah moved the metal tray over to the counter and cracked the cubes out of their places, little shards of ice scattering over the countertop before melting away to water.

Grabbing a large glass from the cupboard above her, Sarah filled it to the brim with ice before occupying the rest of the space with tap water. Switching the glass for her metal ice cube tray, Sarah filled it and replaced it in its frozen home. What's on the schedule for tonight? Sarah thought to herself; television? Music? Internet? It was too hot for electronics that would only contribute to the heat, a book then, she thought, as she made her way towards her room.

In her bedroom the fan was rapidly oscillating and yet barely managing to take the edge off of the unrelenting heat of summer. The weekend was her time for herself and if she wanted to laze about on her bed all day reading, then so help her, she would. Romance, Romance, Science Fiction, Fantasy; flipping through to her favorite pages helped alleviate the slow passage of time. Though, in this heat, even the distraction of reading was wearing on her patience. Dropping her book, Sarah drowsed, fitfully alternating between dark dreams and the sating of dark desires and impatient wakefulness, with the frustrated awareness of the thin cotton tank-top and boy-shorts sticking uncomfortably to her skin.

She dreamed herself in the present it seemed, restlessly shifting on her blanketless bed, trying in vain to find a cool space, some reprieve from the heat. Kicking her heels impatiently on her bed, Sarah cursed the weather, "There is a reason I live in Seattle- spell it with me sun- R-A-I-N. Glorious, wet, cool: rain!"

Almost a response to her fit, slowly her dream shifted, the small bedroom darkening to night and a soft breeze rustled the crocheted curtains her grandmother had insisted she hang ("Memories from home, pumpkin")- ahh, yes. Change was a-coming. A queer sort of haze settled over Sarah's mind as goose bumps pricked her arms. The hair on the back of her neck stood up and Sarah realized she would soon have a new reason to curse: "Jareth."

And as if a name can summon, bring forth from the very air that indelible presence, Sarah once more exhibited her power over the mighty fey.

He had stretched himself along the edge of her bed, apparently appropriately dressed for the weather (and the setting) in a long linen shirt, open to the waist, with matching breeches- startlingly slack considering his penchant for tighter clothing. Indeed, the only tightness of his apparel were his ever-present gloves. He considered her thoughtfully before running an icy, gloved finger over the pulse-point on her neck.

Would this be the dream plot- a wicked, tempting king come to cool her, or infuriate her? So often her dreams seemed to mimic life which, at the moment, was hot, harsh, and much too real. But ever so often, something soft and sweet would sneak its way into her mind, a small reprieve from normalcy.

"Sarah," he mimicked, tracing a cool finger along the pulse point in her neck.

Sarah shivered and almost purred, the cold touch so welcome against her flushed skin. But she rallied her defences before finally glaring and poking him menacingly in the chest. "You're breaking the rules, you know; you shouldn't be able to invade my privacy here."

His gaze lazily roamed her hardly-considered-decent clothing, finally coming to rest on her eyes, "Love," he grinned, "You should know better than to say my name. You of all people know what power you have over me." His gaze hardened, though the lazy expression on his face remained.

"Well," Sarah started, while slowly shifting into a sitting position beside him on her bed, "as we both know, you have no power over me, and as this is my dream, I'm about to dream you out of it- out of my bed, out of my room, out of my hous-" he cut her words short with a touch to her lips.

"So quick to dismiss me, even before you see what I'm offering you?" His eyebrow rose with the question, slightly mocking, anticipating a heated reply.

Sarah swatted at his hand, "You couldn't possibly offer me any-bloody-thing worth keeping you in my bed for."

Jareth smiled at her, sharp canines flashing, "Silly Sarah," he drawled, "how could you possibly know what you are rejecting, if you have never taken the opportunity to experience all that I offer?"

"I don't have to jump in front of a moving train to know that it's a bad idea; some things just go without saying, or experiencing..." Sarah said while shifting her body closer to the headboard and further away from the temptation he offered.

"Allow me to...share with you what only I can allow you to experience. I will leave no room for complaint, rest assured." Jareth said as he continued slinking forward undaunted, eyes darkening intensely, "No one will think less of you for giving in here, Sarah. It will be our little secret," he said with an exaggerated heart-crossing motion over his hardly clothed chest.

Sarah leaned away from his nearness, "Always on your terms, isn't it? Never one little concession. Not even the slightest," her gaze became as fierce as his had been. "I will know and that would be enough." She said as she crossed her arm, as if that gesture finalized the sentiment she was projecting, "You are apparently at my whim, so this is going to go exactly according to my terms."

He just gave her a lop-sided grin, "Can't blame one for trying, dear one," he shifted his weight on to his forearms, sliding forward and invading her space, "Your terms, my lady?"

Sarah eyes flashed in annoyance, "First, you're hogging all the bed. You're going to want to shimmy down over that way, now," she said while gesturing towards the opposite side of the bed.

"But how can I ease your discomfort from there?" He asked, eyebrow cocked, "I am here to help ease your discomfort with your current predicament."

"What predicament, the only predicament I seem to be in at the moment is the one with you in my bed," she answered haughtily.

"Obviously, Sarah..." he drawled slowly, lips and tongue dragging her name out into the most seductive sound she'd ever heard, "the heat."

Sarah choked out a laugh, "Oh mighty Goblin King, not only ruler of tiny minions, but a god of weather as well?"

His eyes flashed with annoyance, "You give me too much credit, Sarah. Clearly, I have no cognisant power over this world's weather patterns, I simply was going to enlighten you in the manner of which we fay enjoy spending hot summer evenings."

The sweat was trickling down now, hair sticky along her neck, "No, I have no desire to be indebted to you for anything," she answered, lips dry with the heat. She resisted the temptation to lick them. His eyes gauged her body in its obvious discomfort.

His gaze softened, "Sarah, let me ease your discomfort, did you not say that I am here at your whim?" He smiled softly at her, words coaxing her, "I promise to behave... I would have been your willing slave... do give my morals some credit," he said while running cool fingertips along the inside of her arm.

Sarah shivered, sweat and heat getting the better of her, and regarded him, distrust evident in her eyes, "You're lucky I'm dreaming or I'd never agree to this," she replied while slowly easing closer towards him in her bed, "usually my dreams feature Ryan Reynolds... and I'm not about to go into detail how they end up," she muttered while easing herself back.

She wasn't being entirely truthful, with either herself or the Goblin King. Though her dreams did frequently feature the delicious Mr. Reynolds they also, more often than not, featured a certain-he-who-shall-not-be-named mixed-eyed king.

He laughed softly, darkly, "Precious," he hissed, "I could give you such pleasure that you've never dreamed. But tonight we shall have to be contented with what is permitted. So, do roll yourself over and let me show you how we...what is your little human phrase... ah- yes, 'beat the heat' in the Underground."

Sarah rolled her eyes at his trope, but nevertheless obliged with an exaggerated sigh, her gaze lingering on his exposed chest (completely against her will-thank you very much!) before she finally settled on her stomach. Never underestimate the power of a barely-there poet's shirt.

"Sarah-" she jumped at the nearness of his voice in her ear, "this would be much more effective without any barriers to your skin..." he suggested hopefully.

Sarah snorted into her pillow, "Keep dreaming, Casanova. Speaking of which, my dream- my demands, cool now!"

Sarah could hear the smile in his reply, "As the lady commands..." and the bed shifted to accommodate his vertical movement.

Then there was nothing, for a good half minute, and Sarah was beginning to believe that she'd really fallen into a deep sleep- one that even fey kings could take no part in. Then she heard him cough and Sarah shifted her head to look back at him, "Problems?"

He glared at her, "It would seem, love, that my ability to summon has been greatly diminished at this present time." Sarah choked on her laughter; the great Goblin King was suffering from some magical impotence.

"Anything I can help with, oh magical one?" she snickered.

"Oh, Sarah," he whispered silkily, his gaze lingering on her lips, "don't tempt me."

Sarah swallowed audibly, before scooting from the bed, "How about some ice cubes?" she offered as she walked out her bedroom door. Apparently sufficient for his current plans, he waved her off to the kitchen with a flick of his wrist- annoyance evident on his face.

Sarah walked to the fridge without incident and in no small way was unaware of the fact that, even in her own dream, she somehow ended up catering to the whims of one magical being.

"Here," she practically threw the little metal ice cube tray in his face.

He regarded the little metal tool as if it possessed three heads and five talons, "And how am I supposed to use this?" He queried disdainfully.

Sarah seated herself on the bed, "Here, your majesty, allow me." Sarah took the tray from his outstretched arms, manoeuvred it between her hands and popped some cubes from their frozen places.

Jareth plucked one of the cubes from the tray, positioned between his fingers, waiving dangerously close to Sarah's lips. "Lie down, sweeting," he said, his expression darkening with some unknown feeling. Swallowing audibly, gaze questioning, almost leery, Sarah was happy to turn the attention away from her mouth and back to her heat-induced-fever-dream-grumpy.

Sarah slid her body long on the hot bed, squirming uncomfortably from the heat of the room and the unreadable look in Jareth's eyes. Sarah's spine stiffened as Jareth softly moved the hair at the back of her neck to the side, "Trust me, love. It won't hurt." The ice followed, fingers slowly tracing the ice in a path down her neck.

Sarah let out a contented sigh before she could catch herself, eliciting a low chuckle from her fay diversion. "It will only get better," he said, as the cool air from his words blew cool air over her moist skin. Sarah bit her lip to keep from purring; he continued, "...I promise," as his lips barely grazed the back of her neck.

Sarah bit her cheek to keep focused, "I am still hot, Jareth. So, unless you are set on being unceremoniously kicked from my bed, I would get on with it."

The ice quickly slipped from the back of her neck to under her shirt, trailing its way slowly (and coldly!) down her back. Sarah squealed in shock, though the cube quickly dissipated in the heat. "If this is how the fay cool down, I don't want any part of it," Sarah declared angrily.

"Since you insist on remaining fully clothed, Sarah," Jareth returned calmly, "And since you were so anxious to be cool, I decided to simply facilitate your desire."

Sarah could hear the smile in his voice, "Nicely, because doing it again will get you kicked too," she huffed.

"No more threats, no more demands," Jareth's voice hardened, "I find myself weary of living up to your expectations for me, Sarah." His finger tips punctuating the words along the line of her shoulder blade, "Tonight, you are mine..." he trailed off, words hanging in the air unsaid and yet somehow known: you have always been mine.

A frisson went up her spine and somewhere deep inside Sarah knew all levity had left this situation. Somewhere deep, dark, secret Sarah knew the reality of her current situation; there the facade of a dream-world had broken, leaving only reality. And she somewhere deep inside, Sarah revelled with the knowledge of what was truly happening to her.

"Jareth...?" Sarah questioned hesitantly, turning her head further to the side to see his eyes. A feral grin met her gaze and he shifted so fast her eyes couldn't keep up with the movement of his preternatural body. Sarah found herself flipped onto her back, arms pinned above her with one of his.

Her body slid deeper into her mattress, forced to compensate for the weight of him hovering over her. Sarah tensed, shock evident on her features, "You could have asked, you know!" she spat out.

"And since when do you make it a habit to comply with my demands?" he shot back; Sarah answered him with a glare, "Precisely, now. No more words, unless they happen to be: Oh, yes, Jareth. More Jareth! Don't stop Jareth!" his voice taking on a mocking falsetto. Sarah made ready with an angry retort, but was cut off quickly by a cool finger at her lips, "Shh...just relax, dear one. I would never let any hurt come to you...unless you wanted it but, for now, enjoy what I am offering."

Strong Sarah, capable, dependable Sarah revolted at the allure of his words, but the answering darkness deep within her called out to him, soothed her: It's just a dream, Sarah; surely you won't deny yourself the pleasures that can exist only within your mind?

But hidden within dreams are truths that cannot be denied, Strong Sarah rallied: To submit here is to lose all that we fought for, all that we are.

The darkness called out to her, to him: Only with submission can we truly experience all the pleasures of life. Let it go, let it all go, and trust that if we fall, we will get back up. However, you know Sarah, that if we fall here: he will catch us. Fall here and there is no pain, simply the pleasure that can only exist in a dream within a dream.

And whether it was the heat of the night or the belief that she was experiencing something that would be free of consequence, Sarah relaxed.

Jareth didn't hesitate for a second and one by one, the ice cubes were eliminated by the heat of the room and of Sarah. The cool drips lingered in the hollows of her body, delicious shivers trailed up and down her body in response to the tip of the ice and the trailing of Jareth's fingers.

Jareth's body pressed along Sarah's as he dipped his head into the hollow of her neck, the tip of his tongue darting out to lick the moisture there, his breath on that sensitive area causing goosebumps to prick her skin. Sarah purred, senses surrendered to the pleasure of his touch, his breath, his gaze.

And Strong Sarah knew of the overwhelming aura of satisfaction that emanated from his body. That part of her, which was still aware, was shouting fiercely, struggling in vain to get her to regain her faculties. That part of her knew how truly there is nothing in life that is ever free of consequence, especially concerning the Goblin King. And yet the overwhelming majority of her consciousness revelled in the pleasure he offered her, wanted nothing more than to experience everything the Goblin King could give her.

Sarah's breath came more rapidly, the heat forgotten, every moment hanging in the balance of Jareth's touch. His sharp teeth ran along her neck and she curved into the sensuous pleasure-pain before he slowly pulled himself back, making his way towards the tray.

The final cube, Sarah noted with some trepidation; was it the end, or just the beginning? Heavy-lidded eyes, full of promise, Jareth stared at Sarah, daring her to stop him. Her breath caught, fingers curled into the sheets- reason telling her to protest, yet every nerve in her body insisting she hold her tongue.

He trailed the ice down her collarbone, water pooling slightly in the hollow of her neck, and continued lower. The ice hitched on the ridge of her tank top before continuing on its achingly slow path. The edge of her breast, water seeping into the thin cloth furthering the inherently transparent nature of her shirt- their gaze never broke. "Jareth," Sarah choked out, "That's not fair..." Jareth eyebrow raised, the humour evident in his dark expression, "'No, it isn't. But that's the way it is'." Ice trailing perilously close to the peak...and stopped.

"Jareth!" Sarah managed to grind out, her fingers clenched in the bed's sheets.

"Don't stop?" He taunted back, his face somehow a hairsbreadth away from her, "Oh, this is only the beginning, dear one," his eyes lingering on her lips, "but unfortunately this time it will be you who is left wanting." Sarah's eyes flashed with confusion, but before she could comment his presence along her body shifted; his hand rose slowly to lightly graze her temple, "Sleep true, now."

And for the first time that during long, dark, night Sarah slept.

Sarah stretched out and relieved her alarm clock from its job of torturing her into wakefulness. Yawning, stretching, body still waking itself into coordination, Sarah smiled. What a weird dream. She though. Her consciousness experiencing that kind of relief that which only comes with waking from a strange dream and finding that you don't have to deal with the consequences of reality. It was cooler this morning, and inevitably would be a better day if only for that reason. Sitting up and swinging her legs off the bed she stopped short, barely keeping herself from slipping off of the bed. There, beside her alarm clock, neatly tucked away into the corner: the empty ice cube tray.

Somewhere, far-away and magical, there was someone supernatural, grinning with unadulterated satisfaction.

... It will only get better... I promise...

A/N- Eeeeeeeeeeeeee........... I know, I know A/N. But it's my first go at it, so please (with sugar) be nice :D Constructive criticism (though I hope anyone who reads his doesn't only have that for me :D) is appreciated. Kicked into gear by Pika's amazing artwork: .com/art/GND68-The-One-With-The-Kiss-126045509 - though it was dreadfully hot this summer- and I am hopelessly addicted to Little Boots at the moment and, let me tell you, I think Magical was written specifically with Jareth in mind ;) I know the whole dream thing seems to get done often (I know because I have read a million, but they're so FUN) but I hope you enjoyed anyway! Aaaalso- any errors and I truly do apologize. Just my little ole self checking up, so I'm guaranteed to miss something ;) Took me a LONG time to work up the nerve to publish this. Thank you for reading and for (hopefully) commenting!

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