A/N: short fic for labyrinth. I don't own labyrinth. If you like my story please let me know.
"Well, Jareth." She sat on the curb along the fresh grass. He had planted himself in a twist on the park bench across from her, back turned, looking over his shoulder at her folded form.
"What did you want," she continued at length.
He snorted before replying with a bitter lilt, "You."
Sarah started plucking the blades of grass from the soft earth beneath her wrists.
"Really, that's funny. I mean I thought that's what you wanted…but then…"
"It's your fault," he cut in, "You ruined everything. My labyrinth, my Escher room," he turned his face away.
"Come off it Jareth. This isn't like last time. I came to you of my own free will. And you turned me away. A part of me wants to hate you for never even touching me."
"Then hate me," he threw his gloved hands into the air.
"I don't."
"Why not," he hissed.
"Because I love you."
"…Some way of showing it you have," he nearly spat in her direction before tucking his chin down into his chest and hiding his features from view once more.
"Um no offense, but that's a bit like the pot calling the kettle black. I offered myself to you and you told me no. I really don't see your ground for complaint here."
"Heartless."
"Nooooope. Wish that were the case, cause then it wouldn't hurt that you rejected me. As it is, it hurts a lot. I don't know if I'll ever be myself again."
"You will, you don't need me," he muttered with disdain.
"You're doing it again."
Silence overtook them. Sarah got up, brushed the debris from her legs and underside, and walked over to the bench stoically cradling Jareth's contorted form. She sat down on the ground again next to his boot and put her cheek on his knee. When he didn't withdraw from her touch, she let a hand reach up to clasp his, squeezing it and rubbing her fingers into the center of his limp palm.
"You don't hate me," she mumbled into the top of his thigh.
"No," he grumbled, barely audible.
"Touch me," she requested.
In a moment, his fingers slid into her hair and clasped the warm curvature of her scalp. She sighed.
"I'm not going anywhere Jareth. Unless it's with you." She snuggled more deeply against him as his hand moved down to finger her nape.
He sat wordlessly soaking in her proximity.
"As long as you need me. As long as you want me, I'll always be yours."