A/N: Haven't written anything in ages, much less in Labyrinth, this was born out of the recent profferment of a naked chocolate-covered Jareth if I reviewed. Naturally, I did so. And... this is what came of it.
Disclaimer: Pains me beyond all reasoning to admit it, to my public no less, but I'm afraid I do not own the Amazing Entity Otherwise Known as Jareth, Beloved Goblin King. I bows before Henson, Froud and Bowie. *genuflects*
Jareth: Very nice, dear.
Me: Oh thanks everso much.
Jareth: Forgot that bit about not making money though.
Me: Shut up, dearest.
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The young woman giggled as she finished reading the fanfiction and, like all truly awesome fangirls, went immediately to review with constructive criticism. Still giggling to herself, she finished her review and sent it in, adding the story to her favourite so that it could be found later. She sighed as she leaned back in her chair, absently hiking her skirt up a little. She got hot when she got excited, especially when giggles were involved, and that last story had involved a lot of giggles.
Absently browsing the stories she had yet to read, she was adjusting her filters to get rid of a particularly persistent Hungarian fic that seemed to not want to leave her alone, despite the fact that her acquaintance with the language and the country was confined to classic Dracula movies and admiration for Bela Lugosi. Then there was a small change in air pressure that made her ears pop as she selected the next story.
"Ow," she muttered as she rubbed an ear.
"My sentiments exactly," came a miserable-sounding voice from behind her.
She froze, slowly swivelling around in her chair, skirt still hiked up to her knees.
"Shit."
"Again, my sentiments exactly."