A/N: Hello everyone! We are JarethsLoveSlaves and we're happy to give you the first part of our first story on our collaboration page. Ree923 and I (Joie Cullen) own NOTHING. Jim Henson and Co own all things Labyrinth and Hasbro owns Twister. If we had any rights at all to The Labyrinth we'd be keeping Jareth in a large, very comfortable might I add, locked room between our major cities. Alas, we don't, so we can't. Such a pity!
Sarah had come to realize that asking the right questions at the right time would get her exactly what she wanted. Like saying her lines just right to get her brother back only for him to wish her away when he was five. The Goblin City didn't seem so scary now that she knew what to expect. It was all a game to the goblins and once she'd realized that, they'd quickly become her friends. Well, except for their aloof leader - Jareth was only friendly with her when he thought he had the upper hand. But what did she really know about him?
She thought back to her last birthday; Hoggle had given her a crystal with the power to wish whatever presents she wanted. Dwarves weren't really good at giving gifts to 'young ladies' as he worded it, twisting his worn hat in his hands. It was smaller than Jareth's, just the right size for the silver chain she'd received as her birthday gift from Sir Didymus. She had kissed Hoggle on the top of his head and thanked him, putting the crystal away for a rainy day. Today as she looked up into the clear blue sky, she could swear she saw clouds.
Now twenty she had extra experience in the way of boys - or even dare she say it, men - and she knew that Fae men liked games. Since she really liked Jareth, King of the Goblins and he was Fae she figured the best way to entice him to let her stay in the castle after Toby's wish would be to bring out the big guns. She grinned to herself, liked. That really didn't do the feeling justice, but she wasn't ready to go too much further into her feelings. Not yet. Not before she could get him to admit feeling something for her as well. But how? Suddenly, a wicked thought came to her and she closed her eyes, holding onto the tiny crystal.
"I wish I had the board game Twister." She said to no one in particular. Suddenly a box plopped down on the floor straight out of the sky. Sarah grinned wickedly. Now, all she had to do was find him.
She stared at the game for a few minutes, formulating a plan. Which would be to find him, kiss him senseless then ride him till he didn't know his own name. No wait - that was later. First plan would be to find him, invite him on a picnic and then introduce him to the entertainment that was Twister. She'd need to bring goblin wine, she knew from the stories she'd been hearing that it was smooth going down but had a kick like strong whiskey. Yes, that would be helpful but whether it was to lower his defenses or strengthen hers, she wasn't sure yet.
Diving into her wardrobe she found a leather satchel that she could put the game in, also the wine she would locate before she went on the hunt for the elusive Goblin King. Funny how he always seemed to find her when she wasn't looking for him but when she wanted to talk to him he was nowhere. Shaking her head with a smirk she checked her reflection. She decided she'd grab up her riding outfit from the back of the closet which consisted of what she referred to as Jareth extra small. The leggings were black, as were the knee high boots. The shirt was white and poufy being held tight to her middle by a forest green leather vest which brought out her eyes. This way she would be not only comfortable but unrestricted from the odd twists and turns of the game. She also decided a nice, high pony would benefit the situation as well.
Once she was finished she scurried down to the kitchens where she convinced a little goblin that if he lifted the best bottle of wine in the cellar that she would bake him chocolate chip cookies. The wine was lifted, the cookies were baked, and Sarah packed a large basket for her picnic.
Now, all she needed was a Goblin King. It wouldn't do to just casually invite him on such short notice, Jareth was seemingly spontaneous, but she knew he was a planner - someone who relished knowing every twist and turn of fate. Someone who could move stars and reorder time was not someone who was easily led astray by young women with innocent board games. No, she would have to take a page out of his book and be devious in her schemes.
She told the cook that she was going to be out in the Goblin King's private gardens for a picnic - a place none were permitted to go without his express permission. She swore the old goblin to secrecy which meant Jareth would know about it by the time she had set up her feast for them. She smiled. Being devious was fun.
The gardens were beautiful this time of year. All of the flowers and trees were at full bloom and the smell was exotic and intoxicating. She found the perfect place for their picnic, a large willowy tree with crystal clear strands. When she stepped inside of them they turned crimson red. She looked around to see what changed them worried that she'd done something wrong and was about to get into more trouble than dealing with an angry Goblin King.
"What do we have here?" Came the voice she was waiting for. It was that sultry, dark, melodic voice of Jareth. He didn't seem too upset, but she couldn't see his face beyond the shroud of red overhang.
She put her basket down and started to fidget. Perhaps she should set up shop and act like she hadn't heard him. Yes, that would work, she thought. Bending down to reach into the basket for the large rolled up blanket she heard the branches move.
"I'm quite certain I did not want you out here without my permission. Such places can be dangerous for strangers." He said and she was forced to stop what she was doing to look in the direction of his voice. She'd been caught - early, she might add - and couldn't pretend ignorance any longer.
"Oh! Is this the garden that I'm not allowed in?" She asked, playing dumb. "Gosh, how silly of me." She bit her bottom lip and gave him her best puppy dog eyes. He came out of the silky overhang and stared at her in what she secretly always called his 'sexy Goblin King glare'. Her mouth went dry but she continued setting out the picnic.
"You know very well where you are supposed to be - and where you are not," he said calmly, sitting at the base of the tree. He found himself casually pulling the bottle of Goblin wine from it in a calculated move and a small grin graced his otherwise haughty demeanor.
"Planning to drink yourself into oblivion, Precious? It's no fun when you do it alone, trust me." His eyes slowly wandered down her body, taking in the fact that she was dressed somewhat like he was. Interesting.
"Actually, I was hoping to do it with you. Drink - I mean," she stammered as her heart tried pounding its way out of her chest. "And play," she added quickly. His eyes darkened and he stood up to walk over to where she was kneeling on the warm blanket. In a smooth movement that made Sarah's head spin, she was pinned beneath him staring into mismatched eyes that burned into her soul.
"And just what is it you wish to play, Precious?" His deep voice sent shivers through her body and she found it hard to think. "I know many games that we may enjoy."
Sarah nearly gulped out loud at the feel of his body just there, hovering over her own restricting the slightest of breaths. The heat that radiated off of him was making her head spin and if she didn't get a hold of herself soon she would surely maul him to death.
"Why did the leaves turn red?" she said, not ready to explain herself. He arched one brow and smirked. How did he turn her to mush with just a raised brow?
"The tree senses the emotional pull of the beings near it. Blue is content, green is calm."
"And red?" Did she really want to know?
"Red is the color of enchantment," he answered but when she would ask for more clarification, he smiled at her and then at the box hidden in the basket.
"Twister." She blurted. If the look on his face was any indication, she'd startled him into confusion.
"Pardon?" He asked, tilting his head to the side, yet not letting up on his position.
"Twister. By Hasbro." OK, Sarah, that's really slick. Why not just knee him in the groin, you'll get the same reaction, she thought. Just as the thought crossed her mind he began to let up on her.
"I'm still unsure of your meaning."
"It's a game."
Jareth all but shot up and to attention at that. It reminded her of a cat ready to chase ribbon. "A game you say?" A devilish smirk spread across his face, his eyes twinkled and Sarah briefly pictured the Devil.
"Yep! And I thought we could have lunch, maybe some wine. . ." She trailed off. Jareth wrinkled his nose.
"You tell me of games and then expect me to do something else first? We shall play this game now."
"I'm hungry, besides there are rules and I'll explain them while we eat. I brought peaches!" She said, as if tempting a toddler. It seemed to work, for the moment.
Jareth watched her in fascination. She was up to something, but he was the master of trickery and he would beat her at her own game, even if it was simply a game of dots and body parts. Thinking of body parts had him peering at her over his glass as he took a long sip. It warmed his throat and belly as it always did, causing him to smile. Oh yes, Precious, let us see exactly how far you're willing to go to win, he smirked.
"What do we do with this?" He asked, pulling the folded up white plastic out of the box.
"Ugh…OH! That's the mat, unfold it and lay it on the ground where it's flat." Sarah giggled. He raised an eyebrow and stood with the folded material. With a flick of his wrists the mat unfurled with a snap. He placed it on the bright green grass and regarded it to make sure it was indeed flat.
"There. Now, let us begin."
"Hick…um, K!" Sarah's eyes twinkled as she gulped the last of her second glass of wine. Dropping the glass on the grass as she attempted to stand with grace, only to wobble slightly and snort. "Rock, paper, scissors."
"Hmm?" Jareth tried his hardest not to laugh at the silly girl watching her nearly fall straight down on that little ass of hers with a grin.
"Rock, paper, scissors. This is rock (she made a fist with her hand), this is paper (laying her hand flat out in front of her), and this is scissors (making a 'V' with her index and middle fingers). Rock beats scissors, scissors beats paper, and paper beats rock. Best two out of three gets to call out first."
Jareth smiled at Sarah's attempt to make a fist. After a few tries she managed to lay her hand flat.
"Scissors," she said proudly as Jareth hid his grin behind his hand. He put the first two fingers of his other hand into a V.
"Rock," he teased watching confusion flit across her lovely face. How easy it would be to simply take her now, half drunk and perhaps half in love with him.
He smirked to himself - no, he would see this through to the end. He'd get what he wanted either way. And patience gave rewards that haste could never offer.
Wait, that wasn't…huh…Sarah glared at Jareth. Somehow she knew he was cheating, but she expected that. It was the Goblin King after all, and though the Fae don't necessarily lie they do everything they can to dance around lying by cheating, omitting, and teasing. She watched as his eyes danced and she felt her bottom lip poke out.
"Are you pouting?" Jareth asked, trying to keep from laughing at her, but it was so difficult the way she seemed so damn adorable. He poured himself another glass of wine and watched the changing expressions on her face. Really, he could do this all day - if he wasn't intent on having her naked and twisting so deliciously beneath him by the time this game ended.
"That wasn't…Fine. This time we make our move at the count of three. One. Two. Three!"
"Scissors." Jareth smirked as Sarah shouted 'paper' with a look of absolute glee on her face before she saw what he had done. He picked up her glass from the ground poured her more wine. She tossed it back, not thinking of consequences. Surely he would throw the same thing as last time, everyone seemed to do that to fake out. How did he just beat her? "Hey! That's not fair!"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Precious. We've been through this before, haven't we?" Jareth asked, cocking his head to the side, grinning at her as he finished his glass. He'd wait before having more - he knew the effects of the wine crept up slowly but once it hit, all rational thought was lost. However, he had a high tolerance for both wine and secret schemes thought up by someone as transparent as his Sarah.
"We have, but this time it's true! It's not!" Folding her arms across her chest she truly pouted now and Jareth couldn't keep himself from laughing this time. Sarah growled at him and he laughed even louder. "Now you're laughing at me!"
"Sore loser, Love? We can skip the game outright and just tangle ourselves together right here in the grass." He smirked and internally grinned as he watched Sarah's whole body seem to flush. That is truly a beautiful color on her skin, he thought with a purr. He then wondered just how far down her body the color flowed.
"It's twister, not tangler," Sarah laughed, standing tall so she could try to keep her balance better. She was warm and a little dizzy but she'd only had two glasses of wine. Maybe he had put a spell on her. She crossed her eyes and stared at him, head tilted. He didn't look like he'd put a spell on her, but he was a sneaky little king, wasn't he? She resolved to watch him closely and her gaze drifted down his body to the front of his very tight pants. He pretended not to notice.
"Very well, let us begin. I shall call a body part and you can call the color. I choose, foot."
Sarah gave him a suspicious look - foot? What exactly was he up to, anyway? She looked at the mat and blinked. Oh yeah - color.
"Green," she announced grandly and watched as he elegantly placed a foot on the correct circle. She put hers on another green circle as far from his as she could get. He was up to something and she didn't like it. Mostly because she was the one who was supposed to be up to something and it was really unfair of him to swoop down and out sneak her when she'd thought it all out so carefully.
"Now it is your turn Sarah - choose a body part." He held his arms out on either side and grinned feeling a bit dizzy though it must be from the heat of the day, it was certainly not the wine. "Name it and it shall be yours."
Sarah eyeballed him critically and took in a huge lungful of air, ready to rant and rave about his double entendres and how this was her idea, not his and that he was ruining it all, but nothing came out but a huge gust of air and two words, "Right hand…"
Jareth smiled at her, wishing she would have let him have it like he was so sure she would have. If nothing else it would have been quite amusing considering she had one foot on a green circle and couldn't very well move too much. He looked down at the mat and figured in movement and distance and chose red. Red like the leaves of his tree. The color that meant he was aroused way beyond coherent thought. His move would bring her closer to him or turn her into a pretzel. Either way, it would be fascinating.
Sarah looked down and, in her haze, quickly figured out what he was planning and huffed. She was supposed to be seducing him, not the other way around. It hurt her calf muscle but she bent nearly in half and placed her right hand on a red dot close to her green dot. "Heh…"
"Now that just looks painful, Precious. Perhaps you would like to re-think your choice?" He purred as he elegantly bent and stretched to the farthest red dot he could reach, bringing himself up close and personal with the little minx.
"I'm rethinking a lot of things," she whispered as her lips came perilously close to his. Their breath mingled softly and she could see his eyes darken. Quickly she leaned away, leaving her in an awkward, backward position. All he'd have to do would be to bend down and take a breast in his warm mouth, she thought. She coughed as he chuckled. Oh damn, she'd said that out loud.
"Is that part of the game, Precious?" he asked, silken tones wrapped in dark promises. She shuddered, almost losing her balance. Something told her he was not referring to Twister.
"Body part," she panted. At his look of confusion, she glared. "Name the body part you want on the board."
He smiled then, a truly evil grin and moved his leg between hers. Her breath came in short pants, and she swallowed as his tongue slid over his lower lip. He pretended to consider carefully before answering.
"Right leg," he purred. "Just tell me the color so I can place myself correctly for your move."
Her head was spinning. The leaves of their tree were turning scarlet and they appeared to be moving towards her. Was she drunk?
"We need a two minute break, Jareth - I need to get this vest off. I can't breathe in it anymore." She stood up and removed the offending item
"Well if we are removing clothing," he said brightly and flung his jacket off with a flourish.
"And my boots are coming off," Sarah giggled. "You're hot, I mean I'm hot - um, my feet, yes. My feet are hot."
"I see. Well then my boots shall be removed as well. I cannot allow you an advantage that I myself am not permitted."
His boots came off slowly and she felt her mind go blank. How simply removing boots became a show of erotic prowess on his part, she would never understand. He casually flung them off to the side and looked at her critically.
"Your shirt should go too," he said regally. At her look of shock, he grinned. "It's too poufy. It'll get in the way." Of what, he would not admit just yet.
"I'll - I'll keep it if it's all the same to you," she stammered. He looked at her chest with an almost pouty look then sighed.
"What a pity," he said and she laughed out loud.
Getting back to the game - half regretful and half excited - Sarah placed her body parts on their original dots. Jareth quirked and eyebrow and did the same. "You were about to tell me of a color for our right legs, love…" He smirked.
Sarah blushed, but somewhere - perhaps the bottom of that bottle - she'd become much more confident and smiled. If she was going to win this game, she was going to have to do it soon. In order for her to keep her slight advantage - the one she thought she had, anyway - she'd have to be securely above him. Then, falling on top of him, 'losing the game' but gaining control of his body in one fell swoop would lead to her victory. She studied the board and smiled. Their left feet were on green, their right hands were on red, if she chose blue for their right feet he'd have to lean into her, weakening his stance and that was when she would pounce.
God, I'm so smart, she giggled to herself - beyond drunk. "Blue."
Jareth spent the time Sarah was in her head contemplating similar actions and had her plan all mapped out. It wasn't a surprise to him that she had chosen blue and he would make the most out of this slight advantage she thought she had. With his left foot on green and his right hand reaching out to a red dot, spreading his right foot out to the farthest blue dot he was now in a near fighting stance, ready to pounce.
Clearly, Sarah wasn't expecting that. She wrinkled her nose and maneuvered herself so that she was precariously wobbling when she reached her blue dot and grinned as she allowed her body to flail and collapse on top of the Goblin King. "Oops!"
A/N: Thanks for reading, we hope you liked it! The next chapter will be full of wonderful secksy time! :D Please, this is our first collab and we want TONS of feedback. Do us the honor of leaving us a little contribution in the little box!