Andddd this will end the holiday trilogy! Starting from Halloween, to Thanksgiving, to now Christmas. Definitely has made the time go by even faster. I can't believe this year is almost over 0_0 Where does the time GO?! I'd like to also add that this is a writing challenge from Labyrinth Fan Fic Lovers. Best group ever!

I had time to write this today because a nasty little cold suddenly came on; short breathed, tight chest, hallow cough and feeling achy is not the business. Ugh.

Anyway - this story will probably be 4 chapters or so. ENJOY!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Labyrinth, nor am I making any profits off this story. It is for pure entertainment purposes. All characters are owned by Jim Henson, et al.

"Sarraaahhh, you promised you'd be home on Christmas day!"

"I know, buddy, but that was before what happened on Thanksgiving. I don't want to be around dad any more than I have to be right now."

Toby whined. "He didn't mean any of it, Sarah!"

"Yeah I'm sure he didn't," Sarah mumbled. She sighed. "One day, when you're dating a girl who you really care about, you'll understand, Tobes. I promise I'll be home on Christmas Eve for dinner and presents though. Okay?"

Sarah heard her brother huff. "Fine. Better bring me some good presents and cookies…"

A chuckle escaped her. "You know I will. I'll call you soon, kay? I love you."

"Love you too."

Sarah clicked 'end' on her cell phone and looked up to the fireplace across from her couch. She'd been wrapping some gifts for family, friends, and of course Toby when he called her. As soon as she saw 'home' show up on caller ID, she scowled and assumed it was her father trying to apologize again for how things ended between them on Thanksgiving. She thought back on that night and frowned.

After she and Jareth stepped into the dining room to face everyone as a new couple, her father wasted no time in coming at them and demanding to know when their 'relationship' started. He ridiculed Jareth rather harshly, and practically accused him of manipulating and coercing Sarah into a relationship somehow. She swore she had no idea where he got these ideas, and she wasn't sure why he was so hostile towards Jareth to begin with. For all he knew, Jareth was a normal man from England! He took the term over-protection to the extreme, and she was NOT about it.

The two got into a pretty bad verbal altercation, with Robert explaining that Sarah is finishing up law school and should focus on that, otherwise she'll end up like her mother. They left shortly thereafter, despite Karen doing her best to calm Robert down and telling him to back the hell off during his outburst. Sarah felt horrible for putting Jareth in that situation; she had no idea her father would be that aggressive. She and Jareth drove home in silence, for Sarah was too embarrassed to acknowledge what had just transpired in her childhood home. What's more, she couldn't believe it all happened in front of their family friends!

Jareth hadn't directly brought up the incident again, but he would subtly hint at it, asking if she'd spoken with her father recently. She would always say no and change the subject. But now that Christmas was coming up in about a week, she couldn't shake the sad feeling that her relationship with her father was currently in a bad place and she hated that she didn't want to be around him for longer than a few hours.

Sure he'd called and left a few voicemail messages asking her to give him a call so they could speak, but she was too stubborn and felt the need to punish him right now. She knew she wasn't helping matters, and it probably only made her relationship with Jareth seems worse, for in her father's eyes she was choosing some stranger over her family. But she was just so angry at her dad and his erratic behavior. She simply needed more time.

"You'll go blind if you stare at the flames for too long, you know."

She looked up from her daze and saw Jareth standing but a few inches away from her, looking apprehensive, as though he just caught her in a bad time. She smiled softly and stretched out, remembering how comfortable she'd been in her flannel jogger pants and McGeorge Law School sweatshirt.

"Oh really?" she asked. "And where did you hear that?"

Jareth shrugged and took a seat next to her on the couch, placing his arms around her. "Isn't that a common saying among humans?"

Sarah laughed. "I guess. Though I'm pretty sure it has to do something with a male's penis."

Jareth's eyebrows raised on confusion, and she chuckled. "How was your day?" she asked.

His upper lip curved as though to indicate he had an annoying day. "Same as per usual. You know how it goes with political nuisances. How was yours?"

"Fine," she answered and looked down to her lap. "I was almost done wrapping everyone's gifts until Toby called me. He really wants me to come home on Christmas day."

"So why don't you?"

She looked back up to Jareth, and furrowed her eyebrows. "You know why. I don't want to be around my dad."

"It's Christmas, precious," he stated seriously. "You need to be with your family."

Sarah huffed and stood up. "I will be. On Christmas Eve. For dinner. Problem solved."

"You are one stubborn woman," Jareth told her. Standing up as well, he walked to her and put his hands on her waist. "You can't punish him forever. He only cares about you, that's why he reacted the way he did."

Sarah's eyes widened in shock. "Seriously? You're defending him? He was a complete and total dick on Thanksgiving. To not only me, his daughter, but to you as well. It's unacceptable."

Jareth sighed. He knew the jab her father threw out about Sarah's mother was what did it. She and her mother had a strenuous relationship enough as it was according to Sarah, and for her father to compare and assume she'd up just like Linda if she didn't finish school, rightfully pissed her off. He didn't blame Sarah of course, but he also could tell these last several weeks were hard on her, having not been in communication with Robert. She'd had a strong relationship with her father, Karen, and Toby ever since she ran the Labyrinth all those years ago, but here she was again, taking them for granted. When would she learn?

"Sarah, I understand that the things your father said were out of line, and yes – he was improper towards me," Jareth began to elucidate. "But he's your father and he loves you. My parents aren't even around anymore; you're lucky to still have yours."

She frowned and looked away from him. "I know," she said somberly. "I just need some more time, I guess."

"But you're also punishing Toby in the process," he mentioned. "Is that fair?"

"No," she murmured, then walked away towards her kitchen. She stood behind the counter, and folded her arms. "Look, can we just not talk about this anymore? I've made up my mind. I'm not going there for Christmas day."

This blasted woman. "Fine," Jareth surrendered. "Whatever you want to do, I support."

She looked at him warily, as though she didn't believe his words and waited to see if he'd say something else. When he didn't, she merely said, "Good. I'm glad."

He nodded once. That's when an idea struck in his mind – perhaps he'd surprise her and take her to his kingdom on Christmas day. They didn't full celebrate Christmas in the Underground, but they observed Yule which might as well be the same thing he supposed. He was hopeful that it would not only put her in a merry mood if she was hell bent on not being with her family, but that it would also make her see that she did in fact want to be with them. It could work, right? He just wanted her happy.

"Jareth? Did you hear me?"

He realized his mind had drifted off and she must have asked him a question. "What was that, precious?"

"I asked if you wanted any hot chocolate," she repeated. "Homemade yumminess!"

He felt his forehead wrinkle. Hot chocolate? He wasn't sure if he had ever had it. Another human tradition, he supposed. "Is it a cake?"

She laughed; she always loved his naiveté when it came to these kinds of things. "No, silly. It's a drink. Melted chocolate mixed with milk. You add little marshmallows and whipped cream. It makes for the perfect holiday drink."

That concoction piqued his interest. He could never turn down chocolate or other sweets, though he had never drank melted chocolate before. "Sounds fantastic. Yes, I would love some."

He watched as Sarah prepared their drinks and poured them into what looked like Saint Nicolas glass mugs. How very odd, he thought. She handed him his drink, which he took hesitantly, unsure of how this would taste. He sniffed it and took a tentative sip. The warm chocolate immediately took over his taste buds and trickled down his throat and into his stomach. His eyes closed at the sweetness and took another long sip; this was the best thing he'd ever had as a libation, next to wine.

"I can see you like it," she said laughing. "Wanna watch a movie?"

"Which one?" Jareth asked, happily sipping his hot cocoa.

Sarah pondered his question. "How about…Elf? You can never go wrong with Elf."

"Why is his name Buddy? And why does he wear that ridiculous outfit? Elves don't wear those kind of clothes." Jareth took another sip of his hot chocolate – his third one at that. "In fact, elves aren't that small either. They're very statuesque." Another sip. "This is utter nonsense. The whole movie is complete and utter nonsense."

Sarah grabbed for Jareth's hot chocolate before he could have another sip and situated it on the coffee table next to her empty cup. He was acting like a child going through a sugar rush! "Alright, no more hot chocolate for you." Who knew he could get sugar high? "And the movie just started, how can you say that?"

"I was rather enjoying that drink," he said, ignoring her question.

"Yeah a bit too much," she pointed out with a chuckle.

He scoffed. "Nonsense. You provided me with the drink. It would be rude to not enjoy it to its full capacity, don't you agree?"

She shook her head slowly, and tried not to laugh. "Look at you – you're all over the place. Your eyes are even enlarged."

"That's not all that's enlarged," he cheekily replied and wriggled his eyebrows.

Sarah threw her head back and laughed. She'd seen Jareth a bit smashed before, but never had she seen him this hyper and goofy. Sure he always had little puns which she loved, but he was acting so…silly right now. A side of him she realized she enjoyed.

"You're ridiculous," she said.

Then he pounced on her.

"Jareth!" she giggled underneath him.

She felt his smile against her skin as he kissed her neck.

"Are you my present?" he asked.

She rolled her eyes playfully beneath him, knowing what was coming, and didn't say anything.

"Because I'd really like to unwrap you," he finished saying.

What she'd intended to say was forgotten as he began sucking on her earlobe, her body responding to him. He knew this was her weakness. She gently moaned as he suckled her lobe, and he lifted her into his lap.

So much for the movie, she thought.

He wasted no time in lifting her sweatshirt up and off her body, throwing it to the floor, leaving her in just her white tank tap. Her nipples jutted out through the thin fabric, making Jareth growl. He discarded the top as well, and palmed one breast and fasted his mouth over the soft, sensitive nipple.

He was rewarded when she arched against him, making a moan of pleasure in her throat. Her thighs spread in welcome, and he quite literally ripped her pants right off of her.

"Hey," she yelped in surprise. "I liked those joggers."

"Well perhaps if you're nice, you'll get a new pair for Christmas," he replied huskily and kissed her, shutting her up.

She hadn't been wearing panties, much to Jareth's delight. He felt a burst of wetness as he eased a finger insider her. She moaned some more, and he inserted another finger inside. As he worked his fingers in her pussy, he felt her inner muscles begin to tighten rhythmically around his fingers.

A groan escaped him, and rather than fumble with his own set of clothes, he waved his hand over himself, making his own clothes disappear. He stretched his legs out, giving his rampant cock the room it needed to enter her.

"You're so wet…I can't ever get enough of you. Straddle me."

Sarah moved her legs over his thighs as she positioned her body over his jutting cock and sank down. His hands were about her waist as he urged her down until he was buried to the hilt inside her. Holding her still, he rocked gently, staring intently into her green eyes.

"Did you still want to watch the movie?" he asked.

"How could we?" she questioned back, her voice shaky and full of desire.

"I suppose we could do things two things at once."

She smiled. "That sounds very decadent."

"Good." Saying this, he got up to readjust them. He was still connected to her, and she wrapped her legs around him.

He sat back down on the edge of the couch and leaned back almost into a reclining position. He twirled his finger, motioning for her to turn around so that she was facing the screen. She did as he asked, and her back was now to him, as she sat on him with her legs bent on either side of his thighs. In this position, they were both able to see the television, although he had a better view of her back. She knew she'd have a difficult time focusing on the film however, especially since it was Elf; how could she watch this and have sex seriously?

"You can't even see the screen, Jareth."

"I don't need to see the screen. Just sit back and fuck me."

She wasn't going to argue; she relaxed and began to rock her hips back and forth on him and immediately felt Jareth pulsing inside her as he flicked her clit with soft, rapid strokes, building her pleasure. She couldn't help but be more turned on by the ambiance of her apartment, as they sat in the dark, their only source of light the television, her Christmas tree, and the fire the soured from across the couch.

He soon began to pump up into her with desperate thrusts. He gasped, fire streaking into his belly and down his thighs. He felt pleasure racing through his body like lightning as he penetrated deep into her body. He was thick, and she was tight, and the feeling was exquisite. He heard her breath hiss out in a long, ragged rush, and her muscles clenched tight around him. The movement nearly caused him to lose control.

"Hang on, precious," he groaned and brought her to the floor so that she was on her hands and knees, and he behind her.

She pushed herself against him, her muscles clenching onto his cock, sending sensations straight to his groin.

He couldn't help himself. Rearing back, he began slamming into her, over and over, harder and harder. He wasn't certain he wouldn't survive the pleasure. He thrust in deep, bumping the scalding heat of her cervix. He groaned loudly as she milked him, squeezing and stroking with her inner muscles. Every movement of her body sent him closer and closer to the edge.

She chanted his name repeatedly, which was music to his ears, adding a wholly male satisfaction to his pleasure. He reveled in his ability to bring her pleasure. He couldn't see her face, but he knew she was flushed and her eyes were dazing with passion as she made a long, low keening sound that reverberated through his cock.

"Ugh, fuck, Jareth!" she yelled, when he slammed even harder into her.

"Tell me how much you like it," he commanded through gritted teeth.

"I fucking love it," she moaned in response.

He shifted positions again, and pulled her up, her back against his chest. Her arms came around his neck, and he set up a fast, hard rhythm. He couldn't help groan loudly as he pounded inside her – the heated friction was unbelievable. He felt as if the top of his head might explode as the coiling power wound tight and tighter. He knew he was close to his release. He didn't want this to ever end.

As Jareth neared his orgasm, so did Sarah. She felt the pressure building and building. It started in her toes, traveling rapidly through her body, moving through every nerve ending and setting her teeth on edge. She was going to combust. She reached for the orgasm just out of reach and felt herself sinking into purse bliss. She could have sworn she felt Jareth grow larger and harder, pulsing with heat, and heard his hoarse groan as he claimed his release, allowing her to find her own.

She lay against him, her heart racing in her chest. Daze by the force of the orgasm, she was disoriented. And hot. Her arms were lazily around his neck still, and he gently lowered their bodies to the floor. She couldn't move. It felt as if all her energy had been drained by a giant suction cup.

"You sleigh me," Jareth said in between pants.

Sarah closed her eyes and couldn't help the laughs that escape her. "We definitely got rockin' around the Christmas tree."

"Are you trying to have a pun-off with me, precious?"

Her head turned towards him, and she saw he was already looking at her with amusement. "Never. I wouldn't dare jingle your bells."

He reached in to kiss her, the feel of his lips against her own sending tingly sensations throughout her body.

"You never cease to amaze me, precious," he said when he pulled away.

Sarah bit her lip shyly, and looked down at her feet. How was he able to make her feel this way so easily? And so soon? They'd only been seeing each other since Halloween! But time didn't matter, she told herself. Maybe it was the magical Christmas holiday, maybe it was because she was feeling vulnerable, or maybe it was due to after-sex euphoria. Whatever the reason was…she couldn't shake the feeling that she was falling head over heels for Jareth.

"May I have some more hot chocolate now?" he asked randomly.

Her gaze peered back up at him and she chuckled. "If that's what it takes to get you horny and going again, I won't protest."

His hand came his chest, and he pretended to look insulted. "Darling – I don't need chocolate to get going again. I'm ready when you are."

"Well then, what are you waiting for?"

"I thought you'd never ask," Jareth replied as he moved back on top of her.

Elation spread through him. Not only was he making love to the woman of his dreams, but he was soon going to give her the best Christmas ever.

And he couldn't wait. Happy Holidays to her.

AN: I love Jareth using puns. It makes him so silly. Yeah they're cheesy, that's the point haha. So yep - Sarah is going to be spending Christmas in the Underground! Let's see how that goes! Should have an update by next week :) I want this story to be done by Christmas. And I'm HOPING to have If the Stiletto Fits updated by then too. As a Christmas gift to you readers.

Thanks so much for your support, guys! Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!