I Need You
Romance/Drama/Fantasy
Rating: M
Pairing: J/S all the way.
Summary: Sarah has left the Labyrinth. But has it left her? Major incidents lead her to believe someone is still watching her.
AN: I haven't forgotten you people! I swear! I've just been uber busy at work. : mutters : Idiot manager. I'll try and get the next chappie up asap.
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Chapter Ten
Sarah nervously stepped over the threshold of Jareth's downtown flat, her suitcase weighing heavily in her hand. The Goblin King took the bag from her and then took her hand.
"Nervous?" he purred in her ear.
Sarah bit her lip, her eyes betraying her nervousness.
"Don't worry, it's just me."
The brunette nodded.
"You can have the bed. I'll sleep on the couch." he smiled.
She started to protest, unnerved that she had been so open and looking forward to being with Jareth before and now she was as timid as a child. Her parents, well mainly her father, had put up a fight; saying that she was far to immature to be doing something like going off to live with a man. She argued that it was just for a little while, until he was feeling better.
After a while, she and her mother had exchanged exasperated looks, and she and Jareth had left in her car. Now she was here. In his flat.
"D'you want Chinese, pizza, or should I make something?" he asked.
There was something comical in the situation. Perhaps it was the fact that Sarah was sitting on the couch in a flat that belonged to the Goblin King. Perhaps it was the fact that he even knew what Chinese takeout was. Sarah giggled out loud.
"Something funny, my dear?" he called.
"No. Nothing. Chinese sounds good." she called back.
She heard him banging around in the tiny kitchen.
"Where the bloody hell did I leave that number?" he swore.
Sarah raised an eyebrow. This was getting odder and odder. If she let her mind wander, she could pretend she was just dating a rather eccentric British fellow, instead of a hundreds of years old Fae Goblin King whom she had once destroyed with a few little words.
A few hours later, Sarah found herself in yet another improbable and absurd situation. Jareth was tucking her into his bed and was setting off for the couch, his pillow under one arm.
"Night, Sarah. Sleep well." he said, smiling.
He turned to go and once more, Sarah was granted a view of that spectacular backside. She shook herself mentally, then called out to him.
"Jareth!"
He turned.
"Yes, Sarah?"
"Stay with me?"
The Goblin King paused for a moment, his indecision clear in his eyes.
"Alright…"
Slowly, he returned to the bed. Sarah held the comforter back while Jareth slid in beside her. He lay stock still, almost afraid to touch her.
"What's the matter? Afraid you'll lose all control and ravish me?" she teased, her eyes sparkling.
He looked at her very seriously.
"That's exactly what I'm afraid of." he murmured.
"Well I'm not afraid." Sarah replied, holding out her arms to him.
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