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The music changed from the soft classical to something a bit more rock and Sarah stepped a bit back from Jareth, letting the music take her, her hips swaying in time to the bass beat, her eyes closed. Jareth stepped back a bit and bumped into the edge of her couch and sat, watching her enjoy the music. Unbuttoning his vest, he adjusted the way he was sitting so that the suit pants she'd insisted he wear weren't cutting into him.
"Precious, you look… absolutely stunning," he sighed out.
Sarah opened her eyes, the jade orbs piercing Jareth through to his soul, as she walked over to where he was sitting and straddled him, kissing him again.
"This isn't a mistake. You're not a mistake," she sighed against his lips, loosening his tie and pulling it off him.
Sarah slowly unbuttoned his shirt, smiling as his skin showed a bit more with each button opened, before standing up again and making a show of unzipping the back of her dress before unhooking the collar and letting the fabric pool on the ground, turning to face Jareth, whose jaw had dropped at the sight of her in her lingerie before him. Her eyes were half lidded as she turned her back to him and crooked her finger to get him to follow her into the bedroom. She pulled both curtains shut, and lit a couple of candles on the dresser across the room, before sauntering back to Jareth and pushing both his shirt and vest to the floor.
Jareth's hands gently roved over her exposed skin before starting to toy with the top of the corset. "My, my precious, this is… unexpected."
Sarah smirked up at him. "This is just the start," she ran her nails down his bare arms, standing on tiptoe to kiss him again, before sliding to her knees and unbuttoning his pants.
Jareth looked down at her, gasping a little as she slid the pants down, and smirked up at him, licking her lips. Her fingers hooked the top of his boxer briefs and slid them down, freeing him from the constraint. A broad grin crossed her face, and she licked the tip, before backing out, licking her lips again, and plunging his hardness all the way into her throat. He groaned a little, surprised at how eagerly she'd started, forgetting this had been something he'd known she'd enjoyed thoroughly from watching some of her other interludes. Sarah continued her enthusiastic run at oral on Jareth before allowing him to pop out of her mouth, with an audible pop, and a grin on her part. She stood up again, on tiptoe and kissed him, before she pulled him towards the bed, and turned him so the backs of his knees hit the bed. She pushed him backwards, and pulled his shoes and the rest of his clothes off, before climbing to straddle him again.
"Definitely not a mistake," her voice was husky, eyes glassy with desire, as she leaned down and kissed Jareth again.
Jareth's toothy grin spread across his face, as he ran his fingers down her spine until he hit the corset again. Sarah ground her pelvis against his, and he grumbled, still feeling her silk panties against his skin.
"What? Not liking the tease?" her tone was teasing.
"Not in the least," his voice was strained, trying not to betray just how much he wanted her.
Sarah stood, and toyed with the strings of her panties, a smirk on her face. "How much of a mistake do you want to make, Jareth?" she asked, the leer never leaving her face.
Jareth sat up abruptly, before he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her towards him, snapping the thin sides and letting the silk fall. "Oops," he whispered against her lips, before he claimed them as his own.
Sarah gasped against his mouth as he leaned back again, pulling her with him. He growled low in his throat and rolled so Sarah was beneath him. Slipping his hand down her side, and across her thighs, he gently slid his fingers up her slit to find the sensitive bud, as a smirk crossed his lips.
"So, so wet precious," he leered, gazing up her body, as he slid down, nipping the entire way.
Sarah's back arched as his mouth found its target and his tongue roved through her wetness, finding the source of her pleasure and started toying with it. Her voice was a strangled scream in her throat, as she tried not to be too loud for her neighbors below her. After a few moments of toying with her, Jareth slid back up, and kissed her. As he sheathed himself in her tight canal, a moan of pleasure escaped her mouth against his lips.
They moved in tandem, both working towards a mutual climax. At some point, Sarah had pushed him to roll and allow her to be on top, her preferred position, and Jareth had acquiesced, giving up his one bit of control in the situation. Their hands were frenetic as they roved across the other's bodies, Jareth trying to tease the laces of the corset loose to pop the busk open before finally giving up. Sarah continued riding him, her eyes rolling back into her head as she hit the first peak of her climax and fell forward unable to keep full control of her body.
Jareth continued driving up into her as she cried out, the desire to watch her completely unravel for him pushing him further. His increased pace carried her from her first climax directly into a second, her hands on either side of his head, eyes wide and glassy, body shaking as her muscles pulsed, carrying Jareth along with her. He pulled her down, kissing her soundly.
"No, Sarah, this wasn't a mistake," he laughed a little as he released her from his embrace, and helped her out of the corset before helping her climb into the bed. As he climbed in next to her, he enveloped her in a careful embrace.
The alarm chirped loudly and Sarah groaned, reaching over to slap it quiet. She hadn't drank like that in quite a while, and didn't have call at all that day. There was no reason she had left it on, and she was furious with herself for having done so. She started awake when she realized there was a heaviness of someone else in her bed with her.
"What on earth did you do, Williams?" she sighed, rolling to see exactly who was in bed with her. She didn't remember leaving Jareth, but did she invite him to stay the night? Things past dinner were a bit fuzzy, she remembered the fun time with him, but beyond that, who knew what she had done.
As she rolled over, she was thankful to see it was Jareth laying in the bed next to her, and she nestled back into the bed and his arms, trying to relax just a bit. His easy breath as he slept lulled her back into the embrace of sleep.
The sound echoing into the room as the birds chirped on the windowsill roused Jareth from his sleep and he looked over at the beauty still laying in his embrace. Not a mistake at all, he thought as he smiled down at her. Her features were soft in sleep, sharp but gentle as she breathed softly. He shifted ever so slightly and her eyes slowly fluttered open, a small smile crossing her lips.
"Good morning," she whispered out, her voice still husky with sleep.
"Good morning yourself, precious girl," he smiled at her as he rubbed his nose against hers.
"Last night was… nice. Thank you, again," she nestled further against him, feeling the warmth exuding from his body.
Jareth smirked a bit as he kissed her hair. "Precious, I would gladly give you that every day if it made you happy. I'm glad you asked me to come to dinner last night, instead of running off and doing something rash."
Sarah laughed. "Inviting you to dinner WAS rash, Jareth. But I think it was the last mistake I'll make, because it certainly wasn't a mistake," her voice was happy for the first time in a long time.
Rolling on to his side, Jareth ran his hand down her back as he kissed her softly. "You mentioned as much last night. And previously you had said I wasn't your mistake to make."
"No, not a mistake at all," she kissed him gently, only to be interrupted by the sound of Hoggle yelling from the hand mirror Jareth had sent for her. "Shit, I'd better get that."
Jareth waved his hand as though to tell her she was more than welcome to go ahead, and she hopped out of the bed, grabbing the mirror and facing it away from her until she was back under the covers.
"Hoggle, what did you need? Is everything ok?"
"Sarah, Finnian said he hasn't seen Jareth come home since he took off last night. They're all worrying about him."
Sarah burst into laughter, barely able to hold the mirror still. "Hoggle, he's fine. Please tell whoever this Finnian is that he's fine."
Hoggle turned over his shoulder and a thin brunette man peered into the mirror. "You must be the illustrious Miss Williams. Have you seen his Majesty? We're worried about him, he didn't return last night and there's still much work to be done in the Labyrinth itself."
Sarah turned the mirror to include Jareth in it, as she nestled back into his arms. "Safe and sound, right here," she laughed a little. "It's a long story, one I'm not entirely keen on sharing. I promise I'll send him home eventually. After we talk."
Finnian's face visibly relaxed as Jareth glared at him. "Involving the dwarf, really, Finnian? You're not capable of handling the Kingdom for less than 24 hours? I shall return by dusk tonight. Leave me be until then," the Goblin King's tone was cold.
A wave of his hand closed the connection, and he took the mirror from Sarah's hand, setting it face down on the bedside table.
"You wanted to talk precious?"
"Um. Well. Yeah. I… you… this isn't a mistake. This isn't one of my rash choices, where we're going to fight in six weeks and it's going to be a spectacular blowout, complete with vases shattering my fountain. Jareth, I want this to work between us. I want us to be a real thing, something stable I can count on, even if my career is flagging and my world is falling apart otherwise."
"I'm glad you've thought about things, Sarah," his voice was soft as he ran the backs of his fingers down her cheek. "And I'm more than glad that you've decided to give this the try that it really deserves. I don't know how much longer I really could have waited for you, because waiting and watching was tearing me apart from the inside. But I knew you'd made your decision when I saw the peach sitting on my desk after your visit to my dream."
Sarah looked up at him, her eyes shiny with tears as she started to speak. "Jareth, I… I didn't realize what you were putting yourself through with all my mistakes."
"Precious, you had no reason to. It was my choice, I could have let go and allowed you to slowly destroy yourself, waiting until the very end when you whispered a wish on the wind, whether it was for me or not. But I made the choice to keep an eye on you, to keep you under my protection. It's not every day I have someone finish my Labyrinth you know, let alone a person that I could see was going to grow into a marvelous woman who still believed in magic."
Sarah kissed him tenderly, mouthing "I wish" against his lips. She didn't want to leave her world behind, at least not yet. She was too successful, it was better to let her career slowly fade away as it would eventually do, he hoped, but he wanted to grant the wish she carried in her heart.
Pulling back just a bit from her, he smiled again. "You do have to actually say the wish out loud for me to be able to even try to grant it," his crooked grin was plastered on his face as he reminded her of the rules. His eyes twinkled a mischievous gleam as he waited for her to say the words that had silently floated between them for the better part of a year.
Sarah looked him in the eyes, a defiant look in her own. "I wish the Goblin King was mine… forever," her voice was steady, knowing exactly what it was she was doing.
Jareth smiled back down at her as he leaned in and kissed her, whispering against her lips, "That is a wish I will readily grant." He waved his hand and a pair of matching silver bands were on their fingers, and on the dresser, a marriage license sat, signed and notarized to be filed when she returned home.
"I know you won't leave your career precious, and I'm not asking you to. But eventually, you will need to come to sit by my side and be my queen. For the time, I will gladly agree to split my time betwixt your world and mine."
"I didn't really think you would really grant that wish," her voice was froggy as she choked back the happy tears she was trying not to shed.
They lay in the bed, discussing Sarah's plans for the next while, trying to determine exactly how she was going to move forward with the rest of her life, splitting her time between two worlds, much as Jareth was going to have to do.
