Author's Notes: Hey everyone, I would like to thank you all for reading my story thus far. This is the first time I have written anything quite so extensive, so I am very excited. I also wanted to give a fair warning... smut lies ahead! So if smutty goodness bothers you, I wrote a little blurb at the end of the chapter for those who are faint of heart.
Also, I don't own the Labyrinth, Goblin King, Sarah, etc. I wish I did, but alas, no.
Chapter 3: The Cat and Her Mouse
Sarah's heart thudded painfully against her chest as she desperately tried to shake the dream's grip on her. Where was she? Was she still in that eerie realm with the Goblin King and that mysterious woman? She had not been able to hear most of what had been said between the two except towards the end of her dream. The violet eyed woman had given her and Jareth a warning. She shivered and buried herself under the covers of her bed.
"The Labyrinth lives and dies by your whim!"
The darkened room jostled imperceptibly to the rhythm of softly rumbling clickity-clacks. Lights from outside a window flickered, briefly illuminating an unbelievably small room. Two doors faced her double bed and a small vanity was crammed into the far corner. Clothes and other sundries were strewn about haphazardly, making the room feel shabby, but lived in. Another mournful wail brought her to her senses and she was struck with the sudden realization of where she was; she was on a train in the UK. The mournful wails were simply the train's whistle and the flashing lights were most likely another small rural town, one of many she had seen dotting the English countryside.
Even with this realization, her dream still clung to her and refused to fade. Sarah had had many dreams of Jareth since defeating the Labyrinth fourteen years ago. They were sometimes sweet; ballroom dances and pleasant walks through the Labyrinth. Sometimes they were passionate, but teasing; soul consuming kisses and franticly escalating touching that she would wake from before actually obtaining anything substantial. And then there were the times they tried to kill each other.
The dreams were a painful torment, never actually being able to quell the aching fire that Jareth stoked within her and never being able to kill him and be done with it. She was certain that it was some sort of sick curse that the Goblin King set upon her for solving the Labyrinth, filling her dreams with phantom versions on himself to drive her insane. Either that, or… she didn't want to think about that.
However, this dream had been different. Certainly it had started the way many of her dreams involving the Goblin King began; fighting leading to a passionate make out session. But then that violet eyed woman had appeared and everything changed.
Sarah trembled again. What did it all mean? Reflexively, she reached out a hand in search of the comforting warmth of the soft body that had been sharing her bed for two years. There was nothing to reward her seeking hand but empty air. Mild panic began to set in when the door to the cabin slid open and a beautifully feminine form was silhouetted by the harsh light from the hallway. In each hand, she carried two mugs, steaming happily.
"Cat!" Sarah exclaimed as relief washed over her.
A graceful swipe of Cat's hip, done with the kind of precision a belly dancer would kill for, closed the cabin door. She flipped the light on over the vanity with her elbow, then sat herself next Sarah. Her face, lined with concern, gazed at Sarah as she offered her one of the steaming mugs, "What's wrong, Little Mouse?"
Sarah took a steadying sip of the brew Cat gave her. It was chamomile. Cat only ever gave her chamomile when she had one of her dreams. A tear slid down her cheek.
She didn't deserve Cat. She was smart, beautiful, strong, the best traveling companion Sarah had ever had and, above all, painfully understanding of Sarah's problem. Cat never once condemned her for her dreams like her previous partners. Her female lovers had resented her for dreaming about a man, declaring she wasn't serious about being with a woman. And her male lovers claimed she was pining after someone else. She had even tried hiding the dreams from her lovers, but they would always find out someway and then they would be even angrier with her for keeping it from them. She just couldn't win. But Cat had accepted her, dreams and all.
With one elegantly long finger, she wiped away Sarah's tears, "That bad, huh?" Her uniquely accented voice soothed Sarah's frazzled nerves.
Once, in a rare moment of divulgence, Cat had explained to her that the odd combination of Irish, Scottish and refined English was a product of Middle English being her first language. There was so little she knew about Cat, but that didn't matter. If Cat could accept her dreams then Sarah could accept her silence about her past.
Sarah let her head fall onto Cat's ample chest. God, the woman was built like an Amazon. She was all sumptuous curves and tightly corded muscle, unlike Sarah's narrower frame and lean build. She had the kind of curves Betty Page wished she'd had. Her face was soft and heart shaped, with mischievous dark brown eyes. And her straight, shoulder-length raven-black hair tickled Sarah's nose. Through her thin cotton tee, Sarah could just barely see the comforting images of her two tattooed dragons' heads, one black and the other white, dipping down below her collar. The rhythm of Cat's heart beat a steady reminder that she was here, that she was real and that her heart beat for Sarah.
"It was… different." Sarah sighed, allowing herself to completely melt into Cat's luscious body.
She told her everything. It had become a ritual for the two lovers. Cat would bring Sarah a cup of chamomile while Sarah told her every detail of her dream. Honesty was the least she could give her when it came to her dreams about the Goblin King. But when Sarah got to the part with the woman with the violet eyes, Cat grew oddly still.
When she completed her story, Sarah gazed up at her still lover. She inhaled and could smell the tantalizing essence of lilacs and magic.
Cat was not human, at least not completely. Ever sense her trip through the Labyrinth, Sarah could see the things humans had forgotten how to see. She even found that she was famous in the realms Beyond the Veil; as the Labyrinth's Champion. Once she was out of college she went on many adventures through the Underground, often with her Labyrinth friends. She had met Cat on one such adventure. The beautiful woman had stormed in like a vengeful goddess and saved her from becoming a demon's thrall. They had not parted company since that fateful night.
Carefully, Sarah breached the subject, "What do you think this means? I have never had anyone other than him in those dreams before." It was an unspoken rule to not say his name in regards to the dreams. It made it too real. Whether this was for Sarah's or Cat's benefit, she was never sure.
Cat continued to stroke Sarah's hair, lost in thought. Besides her hand, she remained inhumanly still. It was at times like these that Sarah wished she knew more about the mysterious woman that had won her way into her heart.
Finally, she broke the silence, shifting so that she held Sarah's face up towards her own, "I don't know, my Little Mouse. Something has changed and we would be fools to ignore it."
The hand not cradling Sarah's face slowly rose from her hip, delicately tracing Sarah's curves till it placed itself on her breast, over her heart. Leaning in, Cat began to nuzzle her exposed throat, which her ridiculously baggy tee gave the woman plenty of skin to play with.
"But," Cat's voice grew husky, "that is something we will face in the morning."
Sarah shivered. This was another part of their ritual. After Sarah finished explaining her dreams, they would make love. It was as if they were both reaffirming that it was all just a dream, that the Goblin King held no place in their lives. Sarah wasn't sure if that was true, but when Cat held her in her arms she would move the very stars for her.
Cat's affectionate nuzzling became hot, open mouthed kisses that left a trail of fire down her neck. The hand she had used to hold Sarah's head reached up and tangled itself in her sleep mussed hair and pulled. Sarah couldn't help but moan at the roughness of her touch.
Sarah's clever hands snaked their way under Cat's tight tee and began to tease her two full breasts. Cat paused in the maddening kisses she was lavishing upon her neck, too distracted by the tantalizing sensations of Sarah's ministrations. A deft twist of her nipple caused Cat to arch back, sending thrilling shutters through her body.
"Sarah!" she gasped, as she clutched her lover's shoulders.
Slowly, Sarah began to tug at the cruel tee shirt that was keeping her from fully enjoying her lover's form. Leaning in, she brushed her lips against Cat's ear, relishing in the shiver it elicited. Huskily, she whispered, "You… are wearing too much clothing," and pulled off the tee.
By the soft light of the vanity, Sarah drank in the sight of Cat's exposed body. With her flushed skin and heaving chest, she was painfully beautiful. The dragon tattoos that had peeked out at her before, now lay bare. They sat crouched protectively on her shoulders, mirror images of each other. Sarah brushed her lips against the tattoo of the black dragon, delicately kissing its folded wings. Cat sighed appreciatively. A knowing smirk caressed Sarah's lips. Cat's dragons were far more than simple tattoos. They had a life of their own, and a deep connection with their mistress that Sarah couldn't even begin to fathom.
Sarah lightly pushed Cat, maneuvering her so that she laid spread out on the bed beneath her. Leaning down, she lavished one pert nipple, making Cat moan. Cruel teeth worried the tender flesh and she bucked beneath her, Sarah's name on her lips. Sarah repositioned herself and began to torment the other nipple. She wouldn't want it to feel left out.
The maddening sensations became too much for Cat. She fitfully grabbed at Sarah who looked up to see eyes full of desire staring back at her. The ache that had been building slowly within Sarah suddenly burst into a raging wild fire. She had been teasing Cat, playfully avoiding her lips, but now there was nothing else she wanted more. With searing passion, she slanted her lips over her lover's. Cat's lips were achingly soft, yielding to Sarah's invasion. A fierce need wracked her body as the kiss deepened and Cat's intoxicating essence filled her.
Clinging to her body, Sarah impatiently tugged at Cat's draw string PJs. Careful not to break the kiss; Cat rolled her hips, allowing for her pants and panties to slip to the floor, giving Sarah full access to her damp curls. She moaned when she felt how wet she was.
Cat whimpered and rolled her hips up, imploring Sarah to ease the terrible ache. Skillful fingers began explore her folds. Each tantalizing movement elicited deep moans from Cat that Sarah silenced with her punishing kiss. When Sarah found her core, Cat screamed.
The sounds of Cat being undone by her actions were exhilarating. She broke the kiss, leaving a fiery trail of open mouthed kissed down her jaw and to her neck.
Her mouth now freed, Cat began to plead with Sarah, "Oh gods! Sarah… ahhh… please, I… ahhhhhh!" She cried something in a strange language as Sarah slipped two fingers deep within her, thumb still stimulating her core.
Sarah set a maddening pace, driving Cat to her peak and then easing off before she could climax. She did this several times, until Cat was writhing uncontrollably beneath her.
"Please!" Cat begged desperately.
Accenting, Sarah quickened the pace of her cruel fingers. She could feel Cat's body arc with tension and her walls tighten around her. As Sarah drove her over the edge, she bit her neck, leaving a mark that would blossom into a lovely bruise in the morning. Cat screamed, wave after wave of searing bliss crashing against her body.
Falling back into the bed, completely spent, Cat curled up against Sarah.
"I love you, Sarah," she whispered, snuggling up against her body.
Sarah's heart sang. Brushing back a stray strand of glossy black hair from her eyes, she stared loving at the beautiful woman lying in her arms.
"And I love you, Katrina," Sarah purred into her ear. She felt Cat's body shiver with pleasure at her use of her name. Yes, Cat was definitely not completely human.
Suddenly, Cat's eyes narrowed. Getting up on one elbow she stared Sarah down, mock displeasure written across her face.
"Now who is wearing too much clothing?" she asked chidingly.
Sarah laughed playfully and began to pull off her ugly baggy tee when Cat caught her, head and arms trapped in her shirt. Cat's fingers danced up and down her sides, making Sarah squeal and squirm.
"Gah!" Sarah shrieked, muffled by the shirt, "That's not fair!"
"Life is so unfair to the Little Mouse," Cat teased as she continued to tickle her.
She tortured her sides until Sarah could barely breathe. At last, Cat removed her shirt, but in one quick movement she had tied Sarah's hands with it to the head board. Sarah squirmed in protest, but the bonds were drawn tight. She was stuck.
"Now, now, Little Mouse," Cat purred, kissing the bound girl. "You know as well as I do that you would have sought retribution for that little stunt. And I have much better ideas to occupy our time with."
Slowly, she made her way down Sarah's body; kissing, teasing and biting. Sarah tried to ignore her, wanting to hold onto her indignation with childish pride, but each blissfully agonizing touch stoked the fire building deep within her till she could barely stand it.
At last, Cat settled herself over the juncture where her thighs met. The only barrier keeping Cat from her intended goal were a pair ruffled light blue panties, which was easily remedied.
"Now, what was I going to do?" Cat sat back, a finger lightly taping against her flushed lips in mock contemplation. Sarah squirmed in anticipation. "Oh yes, I believe its tea time."
She began to rise from the bed, leaving Sarah bound and aching.
"Cat!" she cried in annoyance. Sarah kicked a leg at Cat, causing her cruel tormentor to lose her balance.
Cat laughed and returned to her position above Sarah's core, causing Sarah to blush. The bound woman huffed irritably. Sometimes she wondered why she loved this infuriating woman. Sarah was quickly reminded why when she felt Cat's deft tongue delve into her.
Sarah bucked as a wave of pleasure lanced through her body. How did the woman do that? Each careful flick of her tongue brought Sarah closer to her peak. Straining against her bindings, she rolled her hips up, closer to Cat's lovely mouth.
"Katrina!" she cried as a particularly deft lick almost drove her over the edge. Cat growled with pleasure at the use of her name, redoubling her efforts.
Waves of ecstasy wracked her body as she climaxed, Cat's clever tongue drawing it out until Sarah's muscles began to tremble with exhaustion. Slowly, she melted back into the bed. Cat slid up her now sensitive body, leaving a trail of soft kisses, and rescued her hands from the bonds that were biting cruelly into her wrists.
Relaxing back into their bed, Sarah nestled against Cat, feeling blissfully exhausted. Cat's mischievous eyes danced as her fingers drew lazy circles across her back.
Sarah could feel sleep begin to encroach upon her thoughts and she stiffened. She didn't want to sleep. She didn't want find herself back in the Labyrinth or that strange other place again. True, she didn't dream about the Labyrinth and its King every night. There were whole months in which her dreams were blissfully normal and forgettable, but she never knew when that would happen.
Cat felt Sarah tense and held her closer. As if reading her thoughts, she whispered, "Shhh, lovely. It will be all right."
"But…" Sarah half-heartedly protested, sleep winning over her trepidation.
"Sleep, Little Mouse," her voice soothing Sarah's fears, "we have a big day tomorrow and you will need your rest. I will be right here too keep you safe."
With Cat's comforting words enfolding her mind like a blanket, Sarah fell into a deep dreamless sleep.
Cat gazed loving down at the woman sleeping in her arms. She knew something terrible was brewing on the horizon. If the woman in Sarah's dream was who she thought it was, then things were going to get very bad. Instinctively, she held Sarah closer, as if she could protect her from what was to come.
Yes, she thought, something has been set in motion and I don't know if we will be able to survive it.
Author's Notes: So here is the little blurb I promised. Essentially, all you need to know is Sarah has a beautiful girlfriend named Cat and Cat has many secrets.