AN:My first attempt at Labyrith FanFiction. Thsi came to me at midnight last night, so it might have some parts that don't make sense. It's a story fragment, so there is nothing that happens before, although this is the end. Use your imagination. Oh, and let me know what you think about it, 'cause I don't know if its all that well written. Thanks!
Not Long At All
Once again the he faces her. After all these years, they are back, standing in the remains of the broken Escher room as though no time has passed.
"I need you Sarah," the Goblin King states, looking her right in the eyes. "Forever. I cannot live without you."
They are not the words he once used, words spoken what feels like an age ago, though it has only been three years. Those words were to plead with a girl poised on the brink of womanhood. But he's not pleading anymore, and no girl stands before him. A woman has grown to stand in her place.
She looks in his eyes, and sees the truth there. They demand nothing less than forever, and promise in return to fill it with valentine evenings and mornings of gold: a forever of his love. She smiles. She knows the answer she will give. She has felt it in every pulse of her blood since she last left him here. Her heart has sung it for as long as she can remember; her breath has painted it on the very air, the words aching to burst from her chest. And her eyes, those cruel, cruel eyes have told of it from the moment she first saw him. So, taking a deep breath, she says her right words.
"No."
At this, all the fight leaves him. His face loses the glow of hope that has sustained him, burning fragilely within him since her last refusal, refusing to extinguish itself should she ever say yes. But he knows that, now she has twice rejected him, he is unable to offer again. He would not live through it if she were to say no again. For all his power, he is completely defenseless against her. And though he would beg, if it meant she would have him, he knows now she will not. He had dreamed that once she grew she would understand what he was offering, what he had given her that he could not, would not take back because, as surely as it beat, it belonged solely to her. And she was tearing it to pieces. She speaks again, interrupting his reverie.
"I want eternity Jareth. Forever's not long enough."
There is a flash of sparkles, and then she is encircled in his arms. His mouth descends on hers, his warmth enveloping her. His lips, searingly hot, plunder hers; demanding nothing less than total surrender. Instead, she kisses him back just as passionately, her hands fisting themselves in his hair and pulling herself up for better reach. Their kiss seems to last for several sunlit days. The universe could have blown up, spat out a few new galaxies and cooled, and they would not have moved but to pull each other closer. At last, they break apart, breathing raggedly. She presses her face to his chest, trying to cool her flaming cheeks.
"Eternity, if that is your wish my precious thing," he whispers into her hair. He had been so scared that he was going to lose her, that he would be banished forever from her life. After all, this had been his last chance. He'd taken it and lost, but her offer he can and does accept. Because she's right, he realizes. Eternity is much longer than forever, and he wants all the time in the world with his green-eyed nymph. He never wants to leave her side again.
"After all, my Sarah," he murmurs, loving the sound of the words as they leave his mouth. "Forever is not long at all."