BB: Yes, I know, it's been a while. And yes, I know, I changed my penname. I've been busy, okay?
Jareth: Busy with your boyfriend, you mean.
BB: Shut it. You haven't tried to help at all!
Jareth: I don't have to. That is not part of my contract.
BB: Whatever. So, since it's been such a long time, I'm making it up to you all with-what I hope is-a nice bit of steaminess. Also, because school is starting next week, and my writing schedule will be cut down even further. Blondie! Disclaimer!
Jareth: *sighs* Beauty Of Broadway does not own anything from Labyrinth, or any of it's characters. Just her imagination.
BB: This one's for you, Lala and Ella!
Morning After
Jareth groaned as the sunlight sliced across his eyes, and he rolled over, trying to will his mind back into blissful unconsciousness. His bed had somehow become so much warmer and more comfortable and…wait, why was it so quiet?(1) And when did his sheets become so smooth? And why were there hands on his body?
His eyes reluctantly snapped open and he had to bite back a gasp at the sight. There, laying next to him with long arms loosely wrapped around his shoulders, was Sarah Williams, champion of the Labyrinth, keeper of his heart, all-around unearthly beautiful woman who had taunted him relentlessly over the years. The king let out a breathy sigh and tried to run through his mind just how they ended up like this. She had been depressed and heartbroken-again, he was frustrated and overly stressed, and what had started as reminiscing over drinks had quickly became…
"Oh, gods," he murmured softly, willing himself to regret last night. How could he have done something so irresponsible? Taking advantage of the one woman whom he had offered his whole kingdom to, the woman that he lo-cared very deeply for(2).
He looked back down at her, a pleasant tightening in his chest as he watched her sleep. The early morning sunlight streaming in through the window made her skin glow. A few strands of dark hair had fallen across her face, and he absently brushed them away. She looked so peaceful, like an angel-no, she was an angel, sent specifically to make his life a living Hell. Oh, but he adored it so.
He suddenly felt something brushing against the back of his neck and Sarah was inching herself closer to him in her sleep, laying her head on his chest as one of her hands tangled itself in his blonde locks. A content smile lazily stretched it's way across her face, and his heart actually skipped a beat. She really was making his life so difficult.
"Dear Sarah," he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "This is completely unfair, what you're doing to me."
"I wonder-mm-what your basis for-ah-comparison is(3)," she replied sleepily, arching her back as she stretched out.
Jareth bit his lip as every inch of her torturous little figure was pressed against him. Despite the fact that he wasn't mortal, he still faced the problem most human men did, and he knew she could feel that. He only hoped that she wouldn't hate him for something he couldn't control.
Nearly eight years of watching you turn into an incredibly gorgeous young woman(4), he wanted to say, silently stroking her cheek. And realizing what a damn fool I've been.
She smiled lazily, still partly asleep, and glanced down at their bodies. "We're really in deep on this one, aren't we?" Sarah giggled lightly.
A shiver went through him as he remembered just how deep they had been last night. "No throwing this into an oubliette," he agreed, a grin stretching over his face. Let them deal with the reprecussions later-right now, they could just enjoy each other's company.
"So," she started, trailing a finger across his collarbone, "was it good for you?"
Flashes of her lithe body twisting and writhing underneath him caused him to moan, and he could feel his problem getting worse. Something in the back of his mind snapped, took over his rational side, and he carefully rolled over on top of her. Her eyes widened as he trapped her, pinning her arms above her head with his hands.
"Oh, it was very good for me," he purred, nuzzling the curve of her neck. Gods, if she didn't just smell incredible… "And you, sweetheart?"
He heard her let out a barely audible gasp as he pulled a bit of her flesh into his mouth, and when her short nails scraped against his scalp, his eyes rolled back into his head. Just the tiniest bit of pain somehow added to the already intense pleasure she was causing him.
"Just amazing," she admitted, relishing in the feel of his hands and mouth on her body. "Better than amazing. Perfect, wonderful, more than I could have ever imagined."
He grinned dangerously and slowly pulled away, taking delight that she could boost his ego so well. When he saw her face, though, he had to bite his lip-her eyes were hazy with lust, her cheeks were flushed, and her lips were parted in anticipation. She looked thoroughly ravished, and he took pride knowing that he had been the cause of it.
The room suddenly spun and he found himself on his back, staring up at a triumphantly smirking Sarah with wide eyes. "S-Sarah?" he asked in surprise, amazed that she had enough strength to flip him over.
"So, up for round two?"(5)
BB: So, there you go. My attempt at something that has hopefully given you a daily dose of some steam.
Jareth: *passed out from blood loss a while ago*
BB: Well, I know I at least pleased someone. Please review-it always makes me happy. PS-I hate trying to make line breaks.
1: His first clue that something was up should have been the lack of high-pitched squealing, explosions, or chicken noises.
2: Someone's in denial.
3: One of the best lines in the whole movie.
4: I like to put Sarah at around 23.
5: Who wouldn't be?
