Disclaimer: I can't hear you over the sound of my own denial.
A/N:Posting my various Labyrinth drabbles as a collection for posterity. (And maybe so that I can find them easily, rather than having to search through my documents folder and crying over my unhelpful doc naming tendencies.) These may or may not be incorporated into other works later. Titles are the prompt unless otherwise indicated.
Summary: Jareth's 'Operation: Seduce Sarah' long since passed Plans A, B, and C. He's probably at about Plan Triple Q.
Kiss
"King made kissy face!"
"Like a goldfish!"
"Or a anteater!"
"Then he made chokey noises!"
"Then he fell over!"
"Then twitched!"
Sarah toed the body. Nothing.
"King broken!"
"King stuff-to-cated!"
"King drowned!"
"Girl-Lady can fix!"
"How?" Sarah queried dubiously.
"Squish-squish breathing!"
Letting goblins see Baywatch had been a terrible mistake, as Sarah presently found herself obligated to attempt mouth to mouth resuscitation. She wasn't sure what good it could do, other than appease hysterical goblins.
She found his mouth oddly warm, and suddenly moving against her own.
Sarah reared back, appalled.
"My heroine," Jareth rasped.
"You! On purpose! You twit!"
*Super special bonus round. Because Sarah apparently never saw the Sandlot*
Jareth had kissed a woman. And he had kissed her long and good. He got banned from watching movies and television forever that day. But every time he brought it up in conversation, Sarah alternated between furious blushing and furiously threatening bodily harm. Jareth simply looked down at her and smiled.