Disclaimer: I don't own Labyrinth.

AN: Very short FF.. Anyway, the plot is mine, no matter, what kind, shape or form..

Cold feet

Jareth found his fiancee in the middle of the night in the kitchen with a hot tea. Tomorrow it was finally going to happen, they wanted to marry. He guessed that Sarah was just nervous. He went to it her to stand behind her and massaged her shoulders. A content smile appeared on Sarah's face.

"I missed you, the bed is empty without you...," Jareth cautiously tried to get her to talk.

Something, he had taken over from her, sensitiveness, if it was appropriate. Up to now only she had the benefits of it in private moments.

"Well, you know, Darling, I just can't sleep, because I have cold feet," Sarah groaned, merely half-way displeased since her fiance used his magic hands.

Jareth was shocked, she would call off the wedding? Once, he also had got cold feet at his first attempt of a wedding and run out on his then fiancee. He got into panic.

"Should I give you a sleeping draught?!" he proposed.

"I already took one, at least an mild one. I won't take the strong ones, since they can make one addicted, if one takes them too often. It didn't work anyway.. I've also tried already spells and they were also were pointless, just like the tea.. ," Sarah sounded frustrated.

"Would you like to talk about it?" Jareth asked. He released her shoulders and sat beside her.

"I've just finished the conversation with Toby via a crystal. He was really rather calm for somebody, I've practically thrown out of bed around 3 o'clock in the night and who should be my witness tomorrow. He proposed me the tea, after that thing with the bed doesn't work anymore," Sarah sighed.

What? That thing with the bed doesn't work anymore? Why hadn't he realised that, he still felt still like in seventh heaven with her?! Was everything just a joke that she said about being content with their relationship?!

Jareth felt, as if ice ran through his veins.

Now Sarah laughed out loud: "Then Toby said, you wouldn't make me hot enough. You know, what he is like."

Jareth sat now paralyzed on the chair. He wouldn't make her hot enough! He felt like a loser, no wonder that he had thousands of flings and no relationships. While he thought he was in paradise, the woman by his side was always frustrated.

"Well, that won't change anything. I go back to bed now. Do you want to come with me, I mean, our wedding should take place tomorrow?!" Sarah yawned, got up and without paying attention to him, she went back to the bedroom.

She still wanted to marry? No, not correct. She only said that the wedding should take place tomorrow, not that it would!!

Jareth rose painfully and shuffled back to the bedroom. He had no idea how to cope with everything. Tomorrow would be a very long day! He laid down to his fiancee in bed. He felt that she moved to him. Probably a sense of duty!

He came in touch with her and almost yelled. "Damn it, Sarah, your feet are ice cold!"

"That's what I've talked about the whole time!" Sarah growled.

"Oh!" was the only comment from Jareth.

Suddenly all the load fell from his shoulders and he felt endlessly relieved. His fiancee just had cold feet and that wasn't the first time. He noticed that Sarah tried to warm her feet on his body. He knew that she lay again, rolled up like a fetus, beside him like always. He moved closer to her and tried to give her as much body heat as possible.

"Then I will make you just hotter than usually," he explained mischievously and Sarah had to giggle. After that the two enjoyed the remainder of the night.

End

AN: That came to my mind, when I had cold feet again!