Sarah felt oddly content when she woke up the next morning. She drowsily wondered if it had something to do with the warm arms wrapped around her bare waist.
"Hmmm…" she sighed comfortably. In response, lips pressed against her hair. Sarah was preparing to snuggle closer when she realized what was wrong about the situation.
Sarah jumped out of her bed and turned to face her unknown partner, her back pressed to the wall. Her fright was momentarily calmed when she recognized the individual now lounging under the covers. However, she was also suddenly aware that she was rather naked. Gasping, Sarah grabbed the comforter off of her bed and hurriedly wrapped it around herself. She glared at the man currently invading her bed.
He tsked. "Precious, you looked much better without the covering. You have nothing to be ashamed of." He grinned suggestively.
Sarah's face turned bright red as she gasped, "We- We didn't- didn't-"
He was obviously trying very hard not to laugh. "I'm afraid not." Sarah sighed with relief and leaned back against the wall. "If we had, I can assure you that you would not have forgotten."
Sarah glared at him. "Well if we didn't do anything," she snapped, "then why on earth are you naked?"
His canines flashed. "I was merely dressing for the occasion. And don't fret, Sarah, I am not entirely naked. Though if you wish that can be easily remedied-"
"No! Thank you. I'm fine."
Jareth sighed, disappointed. He left the bed and walked over to her, keeping an unusually wide distance between them. He leaned against her bedpost. "So, Sarah-mine, what do you wish to do today?"
Sarah, whose eyes had been stuck on his chest, now brought her gaze up to meet his. "What?" A knowing smile played at his lips as he repeated the question. She was surprised the normality of the query. "Uh… breakfast?"
He grinned. "Excellent."
A/N: More of an epilogue than anything else, this "morning after" scene was too good to pass up.
Now. This is done. I mean done, finished, over. Maybe, someday, I'll come back and write a sequel, but as of now, this is the end. To put it bluntly: Do not get your hopes up for another installment. This is it. The end. Thank you for reading.
Thanks to my beta hopeless. romantic. 3739, who, due to my new writing hiatus, will now get a break from my unedited writing.
Labyrinth belongs to Henson and his cohorts, not me.