She's a lady Chapter 10, a labyrinth fanfic

Ok, so this isn't my best chapter. I had this idea in my head and I only half got it right. I hope you like it anyway. The song in here is Thirty minutes by Tatu, and it just happened to fit best. Thankyou to my reviewers.

"I still think this is a bad idea." Hoggle leaned against the door and watched her pin up her hair.

"I've noticed." She smiled in the mirror. Standing up, she turned to face him, gave a small shrug. "I'm doing it anyway, so other than that, what do you think?"

He gave a noncommitted grunt before walking away. She laughed quietly as she looked over at the mirror one more time. The short black dress she wore

was, admittedly, the only thing she'd found suitable. She wasn't interested in his reaction, ok, so that was a lie. She was very interested in his reaction to her as a woman. But why not? She hadn't been on a date in two years, might as well have fun with it.

Yes, maybe she found him to be sexy and dangerous, a powerful combination. And maybe, just maybe, she found herself imaginining what it would be like for his hands to trace over all the places where the material stops. Who could blame her?

As she strapped on her high heeled sandles, she knew it could not affect her judgement. She had to think clearly tonight. There was no way she was giving into the desire she now knew she posessed. She hadn't even been aware she could feel something so powerful until yesterday, and she wouldn't allow it to take over again.

With her head held high, she said her goodbyes to her friends and stepped outside. She should have expected him to be waiting there. It was Jareth, after all. Still, it gave her heart a start to see him standing there. He too was dressed in all black, making him look twice as tall and five times as dangerous. Stepping foreward, he took her hand and kissed it. "You look amazing."

She gulped, " The same to you."

He chuckled darkly, she smiled as they began to walk, thier hands still entwined. She'd pull away but it seemed rude and it was kind of nice like this. The pressure on her stomach seemed to fall away, conversation was easy and light. She laughed at a joke that wasn't really even that funny and finally looked up when they stopped walking.

The hill looked so different, of course it could have been the stings of white lights. Or it could have been the nice white table lit by candlelight. Even more, it could have been the red rose he was holding out for her. She she didn't know if she could breath, it was all so beautiful. Taking the rose, she sniffed in the wonderful fragrance. "Your going a long way to prove me wrong."

"Or maybe I'm giving us both what we need." Jareth pointed out as he pulled out her chair. Obliging, she sat down, looked at the plate of food in front of her. It was perfect, nothing here to ruin a perfect moment. It would be harder to resist that she thought. She still had to try.

Dinner was pleasant, both making easy small talk, niether saying too much too soon. The evening was warm, just cool enough to be comfortable. Stars sparkled above them like the lights shining around them. Jareth rose, stood in front of her. "You still like dancing, right?"

She smiled innocently up at him, trying to calculate if it was safe. "I haven't danced in years."

"It's something you don't forget." He held out his hand. "Besides, what do we have to lose?"

"my sanity." She muttered as she took his hand, he laughed. He pulled her to her feet when she wasn't inclined to stand up. "There's no music." She pointed out.

He stepped away, reached under the table to reveal a boom box. Pressed play and familiar music started to play. She blinked, "You listen to TATU?"

"They happen to have some very good songs, this being one of thier more unique." He nodded as he took her hand, rested his other at her waist. She rested her hand on his shoulder as they began to move to the music.

Out of sight, Out of mind
Out of time, To decide
Do we run?, Should I hide?
For the rest, Of My life

She sang the words quietly as they danced, not realizing how perfectly the words fit her thoughts.

Can we fly?, Do I stay?
We could lose, We could fail
In the moment, It takes
To make plans, Or Mistakes

The tempo picked up, she spun under his lifted arm.

Thirty minutes, a blink of an eye
Thirty minutes, to alter our lives
Thirty minutes, to make up my mind
Thirty minutes, to finally decide
Thirty minutes, to whisper your name
Thirty minutes, to shoulder the blame
Thirty minutes, of bliss, thirty lies
Thirty minutes, to finally decide

Her eyes closed as she relaxed into him. His hand slid to her back, holding her closer without really realizing it. This, after all, was where they were supposed to end up.

Carousels, in the sky
That we shape, with our eyes
Under shade, silhouettes
Casting shade, Crying rain...

Her arm slid closer to his neck, thier bodies brushing against eachother. Each were lost in the words and the others eyes. Niether wanted to break the moment.

Can we fly? Do I stay?
We could lose, we could fail...
Either way
Options change, Chances fade
Trains derail

There was nothing but the two of them, her heart raced as she found herself lost in that. Her family was forgotten, thier opinion, everything that held her back. She made her choice in that second, the second she forgot her worries.

"Jareth," She sighed as she brushed her lips against his. His hand released hers and wrapped around her as they dove into eachother. Her arms wound around his neck, drawing him down closer to her. Thier lips met again and again as they gave into that desire. Her tongue raced over his bottom lip, giving him everything she held back. She'd made her choice.

To decide

To decide,

To decide

To decide
To decide
To decide
To decide
To decide
To decide

And the moment she pulled away, she took a cleansing breath. Her decision weighed on her and she wasn't sure if she was happy or disappointed in herself. She hadn't even tried to resist. His hand still rested on her side, she knew he didn't want to let go, and neither did she. "To hell with it." She smiled as she kissed him again. Regrets were for tomorrow.