DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything…but I'd happy snog Jareth senseless given half a chance!

Warning: Mature content for language and sexual situations

A/N: This whole story is a spin off from my other story "Science Fiction-Double 'Fae'Ture. (.net/s/7213328/1/Science_FictionDouble_Faeture) You'll want to read that story before starting with this one, as everything in this story happens AFTER the events in that story.

Also, for the readers of SFDF, while the Sarah & Jareth pairing is the same, this particular story shows a very different angle of them. It is not the 'playful' side that the previous story showed. The playfulness will be back in the next story though – what I am sharing here is, much to HisNib's chagrin, what happened and just goes to show that the path to true love rarely runs smoothly!

As always….please read and review. The more reviews I get, the faster I am likely to churn out additional chapters and 'mini-stories' within this larger story.

Thanks!

A Woman Scorned

In which Sarah falls victim to of one of the seven deadly sins

OR

In which we see if make-up sex is powerful magic

She stood in the queue at the bar, the pounding techno rhythm vibrating through the floors sending imperceptible shivers up her legs, to throb in her belly. In the dim light of the club, she stood out, a dark angel amidst a crowd of Barbie doll clones and Stepford sorority girls in their little black dresses and pearls.

He watched as she grew impatient, pushing her way to the front of the queue, to lean against the bar, ignoring the appreciative eyes of the males around her as they poured over her figure. With a haughty smirk she wriggled to the music, teasing them further. The green satin and black lace corset set off the paleness of her skin, giving her almost an ethereal glow, thrusting her breasts upward.

While waiting for the bartender to return to her end of the queue, she ran a manicured hand over the smooth black leather of her skirt, which finished at mid-thigh, giving way to black thigh high stockings and thigh high black leather boots.

When the bartender waved at her she slammed a twenty down on the counter and yelled over the noise, "Give me a double Goldschlager shot and a Candy Apple chaser, Andy."

Sliding between the bodies of those behind her, he pressed himself against her, his fingers pulling the hair away from her neck, watching the way she unconsciously arched her neck toward the side in response to his touch. He leaned forward, biting the tender point where her shoulder and neck met.

"Knock it off, Jackson," she grumbled, reaching for the drink that had been set before her.

"Just who is Jackson and why would he be biting your neck, Precious?" Jareth asked, his voice steely and cold, despite the heated press of bodies around them, his slender fingers digging harshly into her neck and hip.

Ignoring him, Sarah picked up the shot glass, swirling it gently, finding herself momentarily lost in the way the gold flakes tumbled through the crystal clear liquid, the scent of cinnamon wafting from the top of the glass.

"Go away, Jareth," she snapped scathingly, "I'm drinking and having you here is going to ruin the good buzz I've got going."

Sarah tossed back the shot in one quick gulp, her thick chocolate colored tresses dancing over the ivory flesh of her back with the forcefulness of her movement. Slamming the shot glass back on the counter, she shook her head violently, and with a cough barked at the bartender, "Again, Andy."

Frowning, the sandy haired bartender picked up the empty glass, watching as Sarah up-ended the other part of her drink, a sweet green mixture of his own creation. Watching her carefully, his brown eyes narrowed with concern.

"Honestly Sar, that is your third one. I'm not sure I want to give you another," he said, worried about the way his girlfriend's best friend was drinking. "Gina would have my hide if she knew I gave you a fourth."

"That wasn't a request Andy," Sarah glowered. "As for Gina, the answer is simple, don't tell her."

Jareth gripped Sarah's arm, attempting to turn her around, but she snarled at him, shrugging his hand from her arm.

"Why are you still here?" she hissed, her green eyes flashing angrily at him.

He looked at her, his mismatched eyes narrowing sharply. As always, she was stunning, but tonight the air around her buzzed with something else, something new.

"Sarah, I think you have had enough to drink. It is time for you to stop and go home," he said firmly, his voice low, yet stern.

Snatching the refilled shot glass from Andy's hand she whirled to face Jareth, allowing him to fully see the extent of her fury. In all the years he had been part of her life, he had yet to see her truly angry and he was both surprised and aroused. Her fury was palpable, buzzing around her fiercely. Her jade eyes were searing in their ferocity as they looked at him, as if seeing through him.

Sarah faced Jareth, her eyes roving over him, as a malicious sneer played over her cranberry colored lips. She had wanted to tell him off for the last month, and now that she had the opportunity to do so, all she could do was berate herself for the fact that she wanted him – desperately. 'Damn him,' she thought, he had to show up tonight wearing her favorite outfit, the black leather pants that left nothing to the imagination and the black silk button down shirt she had given him for Christmas. The fact that he was wearing her favorite outfit ordinarily would have made it easier to forgive him anything, but tonight all it did was enflame her anger further.

Downing the shot in a gulp, he watched her face go red as she held her breath. She shut her eyes as the crystal liquid burned its way down her throat, to engulf her belly with flames. Taking a gasping breath, Sarah shook her head, then opened her eyes, fixing him with a defiant glare.

"I don't care what you think, Jareth. You have no pow…." she spurred maliciously at him, her voice low and forceful.

Jareth silenced her with a fierce kiss, his lips hard and punishing against hers. Drawing away, he snarled in her ear, "Careful Precious, you know words have power."

"So do actions, Jareth and your actions over the last month have said plenty. So you can just go to hell," she snapped at him.

Turning back to the bar, she waved another twenty at Andy and tapped her shot glass impatiently on the bar again.

"I haven't done anything, Sarah," Jareth replied, his voice intense, as his frustration with her burned to the surface.

"Exactly," she drawled, reaching for the refilled shot glass and downing it once more.

With an exasperated sigh, Jareth gripped her arm firmly, his eyes piercing hers as he looked at her.

"Sarah dearest, you had better start making sense. I do not understand why are you so angry with me, and furthermore, I do not appreciate your tone," he said, a steely edge to his voice as her actions taunted his regal bearing.

Jerking her arm from his grasp, Sarah glowered at him, then smiled sweetly at someone behind him. A tall, dark-haired man pushed his way through the crowd to join them, lightly resting his hand on Sarah's shoulder as he looked at Jareth, his dark eyes frowning at the tension between Sarah and the blonde man.

"Anything wrong, Sarah?" he asked, not taking his eyes off the blonde-haired man.

"No, Jackson. Everything is fine," she said, taking Jackson's hand in hers. "Let's dance some more."

Nodding, Jackson started to lead her through the crowd toward the dance floor.

"Sarah…" Jareth began, his voice laced with quiet fury, before he was cut off by Sarah.

"When you figure it out, Jareth, you know where to find me."

Jareth watched the pair wind their way to the dance floor, his eyes shining with barely restrained anger. As the throbbing beat of the music increased, the pair began to dance. Sarah pressed against Jackson, her hips meeting his as they moved to the music, one arm draped casually over his shoulder as her torso leaned back, the arch of her back showing off her creamy bosom. The grinding of her hips against his, made her long hair sway, lightly brushing against the bottom of her ass, as if intentionally drawing his eyes to her luscious curves. Seeing Jackson press his thigh between Sarah's legs as they danced, his hand caressing her ass as she bent over backward, rubbing herself against his thigh, was the last straw. His anger and desire for her boiling over, Jareth strode toward them, unaware that he had balled his fists so tight, he had drawn blood.

From her chair by the dance floor, Gina watched Sarah and Jackson dance, until she saw the familiar feathery blonde hair of Jeremy headed for the couple. "Uh-oh….here comes trouble," she said to Alyse, before hopping up and swiftly moving to intercept the handsome blonde.

"Jer!" she shouted, waving at him as she got close.

"Not now, Gina," he said venomously, never taking his eyes off Sarah.

Reaching out to him, Gina lightly tugged at his arm, trying to steer him away from where Sarah and Jackson were dancing.

"You don't really want to do this, Jer. You've hurt her pride and she is just blowing off steam. Let it go," she pleaded. "She's staying at my place tonight, why don't you come over for breakfast?"

Jareth frowned fiercely, "No. We will have this out tonight," he said, before pausing, his eyebrows knitting as a puzzled expression crossed his face. "What do you mean I've hurt her pride?"

Gina sighed, biting her lip as she shook her head, her pale eyes shining with worry.

"Damn it, Jer…you seriously don't get it do you? I think you're great and know you love her. Hell, I could see you two being ridiculously happy together, but at the moment, you are so far in the doghouse I don't know if you'll be able to get out. I hate to tell you man, but you've been a complete ass to her and if she never speaks to you again, she'd be justified."

Stopping cold, Jareth turned to look closely at Gina. She shivered when his cold gaze washed over her, his voice icy as he demanded, "Just what am I supposed to have done?"

"Look Jer, I shouldn't tell you, that is for Sarah to do. But as a hint, it isn't what you have done, it is what you didn't do for the last month."

Looking at the confused expression on his face, Gina shook her head and sighed, before grabbing his hand and starting to drag him through the crowd toward Sarah. "If you're going to have it out, you'll need some backup, so come on lover-boy."

Sarah glared at them, waves of anger pouring from her, as she turned away from them.

"Piss off, the both of you," she growled over her shoulder at them, never stopping her movements as she danced with Jackson.

"I've had quite enough of this attitude, Sarah dearest," Jareth hissed sharply at her. Gripping her arm tightly, he spun her into his chest, her arm pinned behind her, as he held her close to his body.

"Whoa!" yelled Jackson, his eyes wide as he moved toward Jareth, his hands balling into fists.

Gina intercepted Jackson, linking her arm in his, "Don't worry Jackson honey, it is just a little lovers spat. You need to come with me now sweetie."

"Lovers?" he asked, his brown eyes soft in his confusion.

Looking at Jareth and Sarah, Gina smiled and patted Jackson's arm, "Its…well…it's complicated. Come on, they need to talk … or fuck…I don't really care what, but they'd better get on with it because I've been having to deal with the fall out for the last month and I am soooo over it."

"Bitch…" growled Sarah viciously, attempting to rip herself out of Jareth's grasp as she lunged toward Gina.

"Sarah!" shouted Jareth in shock as he wrestled to keep hold of Sarah as she did her best to reach Gina.

"Its okay, Jer. She doesn't really mean it and I'll forgive her, but only after she talks to you and you two sort yourselves out. Dealing with her the last month has been like trying to catch a tiger by the tail – dangerous and painful." Gina pulled Jackson toward the tables, yelling over her shoulder, "Good luck, Jer! You're gonna need it!"

Gripping Sarah tighter, Jareth steered her bodily from the dance floor, toward a quiet hallway at the back of the club. As much as he hated going to clubs, at this particular moment he was glad that Sarah had made him go out with her and the girls before, so he knew the layout of this club. When they neared the edge of the floor, Sarah roughly jerked herself from his grasp.

"Get your hands off me," Sarah barked, her voice dripping venom as she looked at him.

"Precious," he began, trying to keep calm, when her attitude and actions were wearing quite thin.

"You…no longer have the right to call me that or any of the other things I always thought were endearments. They obviously mean nothing to you, Goblin King," she hissed, stressing his formal title as she turned to walk away.

The wrath with which she spat out his title was the final straw. Jareth roughly grabbed her arm, spinning her off balance, before throwing her bodily over his shoulder, swiftly carrying her toward the hallway. When they reached the end of the hall, he dropped her down, then pinned her body firmly against the wall, a strong hand gripping her shoulder roughly to keep her in place. The fingers of his left hand entwined themselves tightly in her hair as he pulled her head back firmly, forcing her to hold still and look at him. Jareth wore his frustration like a mask, his eyes darkening dangerously as he glared down at her.

"You want the Goblin King, dearest? Well you've got him now," he snapped, his thin lips turned in a malicious sneer. "Since you are acting like a spoilt child, I've a good mind to throw you over my lap and treat you like one, Sarah. You have precisely three seconds to tell me what the hell is going on, or so help me I will drop you straight into an oubliette until you come to your senses."

Shoving at his chest hard, Sarah scowled at him. "Go ahead, you bastard. You've already been ignoring me, being in an oubliette won't be much different."

"Ignoring you…" he questioned, his anger momentarily clouded by confusion.

Sarah pounded her fists against him as hard as she could, screaming at him over the music streaming from the speakers.

"I always knew what you wanted from me, from the day of my 16th birthday until the last time you visited. I knew what you wanted…what you were grooming me for. I tried to tell myself it was all a game, flirting with you was fun and harmless. But damn you Jareth, you made me love you, so I gave you the only thing of value I had, the one thing I could never take back and what do you do? You take what you want from me then ignore me. A month…not a word, not a note, not even a bloody message sent via goblin post! Just ignore me like some cheap, two-bit whore. So you Goblin King, can just FUCK OFF!"

Watching her rage at him, her face red, verdant eyes flashing with the intensity of her fury, Jareth felt his own anger transform. Jerking her head sharply toward him, he kissed her fiercely, his lips ravaging hers as his teeth nipped her bottom lip painfully. Despite her anger, he felt her respond, her lips parting as his tongue demanded entrance, plunging into the warm depths, as if trying to taste the anger that poured off of her. He heard her snarl against him, the sound low and feral as she dug her nails into his chest through the thin silk of his shirt, her violence and anger inflaming him further.

Breaking the kiss, Jareth tugged her head back, his cold eyes piercing hers with icy intensity that she hadn't seen since her run through the Labyrinth.

"I am King…" he began, his voice frosty, as he sneered at her. She struggled against him, trying to escape him, until he yanked harder on her hair, making her gasp, then growl at him. Tugging at her hair again he snarled, "No, Sarah. You will listen to me. I have responsibilities to my kingdom. Things I must do to ensure that I remain King. I was not ignoring you, I was busy."

"You think I don't know that you are King?" Sarah snarled. "Of course I fucking know that! That just makes it worse. You're a King and I'm some mortal nobody – but I am not going to be treated like some royal harlot that the King can pop in and fuck whenever he wants, and then ignore the rest of the time. I'm not going to be your sometime plaything!"

"Precious….you are hardly a nobody. You are the Lady of the Labyrinth. I have never thought of you as a mere plaything…" he whispered near her ear, his voice a velvet caress that reached inside and teased her very core.

Jareth captured her mouth once more in a soul-searing kiss, pouring all of his anger into raping her lips, bruising them with the force of his passion, the fine line between fury and outright lust not just blurred, but erased. He crushed her to him, pressing her painfully against the wall, the sound of her whimper spurring him on. Releasing her lips, he moved to her neck, biting down hard and relishing the way she cried out, struggling against him physically, while her body betrayed her desire, melting against him.

"I hate you, Jareth," she moaned, her voice laced with anger, tempered by lust.

"Keep telling yourself that, Precious. We both know it isn't true," he purred against her neck, his tongue flicking out to tease the fresh bite mark, before he sunk his teeth into her flesh once more, gripping her tightly to him as she writhed, snarling wildly as she raked her nails over the side of his neck, the searing sensation telling him she drew blood.

"You have no power…." she hissed, arching in his arms, partly trying to escape his clutches, and partly from the electric sensations his kisses and bites were sending rocketing through her veins, pooling into a deep pool of unadulterated lust in the pit of her belly.

Jareth tugged sharply on her hair, his mismatched eyes flaring intensely at her as he looked at her, a malicious smirk creeping across his face.

"Go on, finish that statement, dearest. The words only work if you truly mean them," he challenged, his tongue flicking lightly across her parted lips.

Fixing him with a piercing glare, her eyes pools of emerald lava, Sarah snarled viciously, "YOU….have NO…power over me, Goblin King."

He moved toward her, so his lips were almost touching hers, the feeling of his breath making her skin burn and her belly throb.

"Are you sure, dearest," he breathed, before attacking her lips, his teeth raking her tongue painfully.

Keeping a tight grip on her hair, Jareth released her shoulder, his right hand gliding down her side, firmly caressing the side of her breast and her hip, before reaching the hem of her skirt. He roughly pushed the skirt up to her hips, his fingers hooking the thin strap at the side of her knickers, before ripping it from her. Hearing her growl against his neck, jerking in his arms, he twisted his hand further into her hair, feeling her wince, as his other hand found her heat, before thrusting two fingers deep, a cruel laugh erupting from his throat as she moaned, her body trembling against him, as her leg lifted to hook around his hip.

"You say I have no power over you, Precious, but your body says otherwise," he sneered, his eyes black with the potent combination of anger and lust.

Removing his fingers, he wiped them along her inner thigh, as his teeth sharply nipped her bottom lip, making her flinch. Sarah's eyes shut as she cursed her traitorous body. She took a deep shuddering breath before speaking.

"Fuck you, Goblin King," she spat out, her words hoarse, but she was unsure if it was from her anger or the desire that coursed through her.

Jareth ran his hand up along her thigh at is wrapped around him, gripping her hip painfully as he jerked her toward him, before sliding it around to caress her ass.

"Yes, that is exactly what I had in mind, dearest one," he growled huskily. "Shall we go somewhere more private," he suggested silkily as a couple wandered toward them down the hall.

Struggling against him, she shook her head, gasping as the movement pulled at her hair, still tightly wound in his hand.

"Not…leaving….club…with you…" she gasped out, trying desperately to form a coherent thought as his hand continued to explore her body, sliding back up under the skirt to caress the bare flesh of her ass.

Jareth pinned her against the wall with his body, a leather clad thigh thrust against the apex of her thighs, his height forcing her body weight to rest on his leg, grinding her heat against him. He watched her intently, an amused smirk teasing his lips as he saw her fighting the urge to writhe on his thigh, the subtle twitching of her hips belying the need inside her. Her breath hitched in her throat, partially due to the constriction of the corset, and part due to the tightness in her chest from his ministrations.

"Precious, for someone who objects to the idea of being thought of as a common whore, you are doing everything in your power to make me take you right here, right now," he drawled, his voice a sultry hum that made her very being vibrate.

Sarah couldn't think. She was living and breathing, but the connection between her brain and her mouth had derailed, as she was entirely consumed with the raging fires that burned throughout her body, screaming for one thing – Him. Before she could register what had happened, she discovered they were now in the private function room, her back slamming sharply against a wall as he pressed against her, his mouth searing hungrily against hers, as if he were going to devour her.

She felt his hand finally leave her hair, the blood rushing back to the tender area making her groan softly both from the tingling pain and the feeling of loss. The loss was short-lived as the hand made its way to her skirt, roughly shoving it upward, flicking over the exposed petals, slick with her body's betrayal. Whimpering, her other leg moved of its own accord, rising to wrap around his hips, her body held up by the pressure of his body pressing her painfully to the wall. She felt his body shift, his hands moving to grip her hips, his fingers digging in as he lifted her up, then dropped her, forcing her to impale herself; a blinding flash of crimson haze filling her mind at the sensation. No amount of reason could save her, she was a slave to the feelings he coaxed, no ripped from her. Sarah wrapped her arms around Jareth's neck, clinging to him as he moved her, moved in her, around her, everything, every where all at once.

"This," he murmured, his voice rasping harshly against the sensitive flesh of her neck as he punctuated the word with a sharp thrust, "is not what I was grooming you for dearest."

Sarah gasped at the force of his movements, arching against the wall as his sharp teeth attacked the creamy mounds of her breasts, framed by the top of the corset.

Rocking her hips firmly against him, he looked up, peering into her eyes and seeing the unrelenting lust of his own, reflected back in hers. He felt her surrender to him, her body melting and moving willingly against his as she moaned his name.

"This," he purred near her ear, his voice deep, low and tremulous with the force of his passion, "is just a perk of being my Queen, Pet."

Lost in the sensations raging through her, she heard his words, unable to form complete thoughts, her mouth open as she panted his name.

Struggling, she forced her mouth to obey her command, panting roughly, "Queen?...But…. I'm…. not…."

"You will be," he growled vehemently, before animalistic lust overtook him, tearing a soft scream from her lips as her body erupted around him. Sarah felt herself tumbling in her own head, swirling in the velvet fog that filled her mind as the inside of her eyelids flashed blindingly bright. Feeling her arch violently in his arms, thrusting herself harder against him, he lost his own battle, crushing her to him tightly as if he was afraid she would fade from his very existence with the force of their completion.

Panting, he held her tightly as they both gasped for air, her body quivering in his arms. When their breaths had slowed, he gently lowered her legs to the floor, covering her face with gentle kisses as his arms enfolded her tightly against his chest. Sarah sighed contentedly, molding herself to him. Feeling the slick wetness along her thighs, she blushed hotly.

Jareth murmured quietly, "Precious Sarah…you have always been mine." Feathering tender kisses over her eyes, nose, forehead, cheeks and lips, he continued, "I only shared you when you were younger and wanted to date. It was only fair. I wanted you to grow up, to imagine yourself with others, so that you would see that you only wanted me. But now, after last time, you belong only to me, always."

Kissing him gently, Sarah whispered, "There is something you need to know about Jackson…"

"No," he said, cutting her off sharply. "That is the past, I need to know nothing more than that you won't betray me again."

"Jareth….I…."

Silencing her with a kiss, Jareth pulled back and shook his head.

"No, Sarah. That is the end of it."

Pulling her close to him, he led her back to the main room of the club. Slowly they made their way through the throng of erotically charged dancers, grinding on the dance floor, until they came to the table that her friends were sitting at. Gina looked up from where she was sitting on Andy's lap, smiling as she nodded at them.

"Glad you two could join us. I assume you got things worked out," she grinned widely as Sarah blew her friend a kiss. "Yeah, you owe me big, Sar."

Jareth looked fiercely at Jackson, his arms wrapping possessively around Sarah, his whole demeanor that of an angry lion declaring – MINE. As he glared at the dark-haired man, a slender man with long blonde hair glided up to the table, before snaking his arms over Jackson's shoulders intimately. Surprised, Jareth looked from Jackson to Sarah.

Seeing his gaze, Sarah chuckled.

"That is what I tried to tell you. Jackson is…well…not into me. He wanted help making Brian jealous and apparently it worked," she explained, her eyes flashing with impish green sparks. "You have no competition, Goblin King. Why would I want a mere mortal when I have can have a Fae King instead?"

Raising an eyebrow sardonically, Jareth looked at her, then shook his head, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest.

"Come love, I'm taking you home," he instructed, his mismatched eyes soft, yet determined, there would be no more arguments tonight, he would have his way.

"Yours or mine?" she asked, running a hand through her hair and wincing pleasurably at the tender spots on her scalp.

"Ours, Sarah Precious….ours."