Another chapter but I am feeling the monotony set in so this will be the last of the easy nice chapters. I've decided the next chapter will make life a bit more difficult for them. Until next time...
I do not own Sarah, Jareth or the Labyrinth but any willing to be my slave I am in some need of one or all.
She opened the door and headed out in search of the Goblin King. She really had no idea where to start, but figured he would be here somewhere. The little goblins she had seen the first time she stepped out this door were nowhere to be seen. She had hoped to find one and to have it show her where to go. Sarah began to wonder how to tell which were male and female, thinking of them as its seemed a little wrong.
Sarah wandered down the halls taking this and that turn willy nilly, but was getting nowhere. She noted how pretty the area was. When she would pass an opening in the wall, there were green hills and fields of wildflowers. The lands surround ing the labyrinth were truly beautiful. She really wanted to go and play in them. Maybe Jareth would allow her to go and pick some flowers before he sent her back.
Jareth held up the crystal orb and watched as Sarah wandered around. He knew she was looking for him and could have easily went to her. He wanted her to get a glimpse of how beautiful his kingdom was, maybe if she fell in love with it she would fall in love with him. He looked at her remembering the first time she had come through these halls and compared how much she had changed. She had grown into a lovely lady whose beauty would grace his life and Labyrinth if she chose to stay with him. She was beginning to look around lost at where to turn next, he tossed the crystal up above him and blinked out of the room.
"How are you enjoying my castle, Sarah," Jareth asked. Appearing beside her as she was turning back towards the garden. She jumped slightly and he noticed the pink in her cheeks.
"Its very pretty," she looked at him sideways.
"Jareth,"
"Sarah," they both started at the same time. They looked at each other and laughed. "You go first," he insisted.
"I really wanted to say thank you," Sarah turned to face him. "Thank you for saving me from well...I guess from myself. I was miserable and felt like I had lost part of myself." She looked around. "I guess I kind of did."
"I would have come to you sooner," he touched her hand sending an electric shock through her.
"I know," she looked at where there hands were linked and loved the way his touch made her skin feel. She wondered what his touch would do if it were more than her hand. She shook her head and bit her lip, she would have to stop that. He was her hero but she wasn't sure how much that entailed.
Jareth had followed her gaze to their joined hands and caught the quick flush of red in her cheeks. He had a faint idea of the track of her thoughts, but wondered where exactly her imagination had ran. He would be lying to himself if he hadn't landed in a similiar venue. This may turn out to be easier than he had originally thought. He pulled her hand up so her wrist was exposed and lightly placed his lips against the pulse there. He heard the quick intake of her breath and looked up from under his sinfully long lashes.
Her eyes met his and her pupils were slightly dilated. He smiled lightly at her, " Will you dine with me tonight Sarah?" It took her mind a second to register what he had said.
"Umm, yes, yes of course," she stammered. "I would love to."
"I imagine you would like a shower," he took both of her hands in his. "And as fetching as they are maybe something other than those pajamas to wear."
She looked down at herself and spread her arms wide, "Is this unacceptable for dinner?" She laughed, "Yes I would very much like to change. When and where should I meet you?"
"I will come by your room to escort you shortly before dinner," he leaned close. "Is this to your liking?" She nodded her approval. "Let me escort you back to your room," he offered his arm. "We'll also see who we can help you prepare for our evening."
