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Chapter 21: In The Dark.

Disclaimer: I do not belong characters original Labyrinth. Yes belong to me Conrad, Alin, Erwin and Gontran.

Sarah was horrified when she warned that something was moving towards her, she could not distinguish clearly, but had heard a noise and now, it approached to her. Instinctively she stood up; that's what was, she did not want to give it the advantage of height…, although having the same.
"Do not be afraid, Sarah." The voice sounded friendly, almost on the verge of laughter and she flashes unbeliever.
"Co…? Conrad?"
"The same." He made a mocking and exaggerated reverence laughing furtively. "The owl hunted you after all, ah?" She crossed arms.
"If he sent you make fun of me, you can go back and tell him to go to the hell."
"Why is it that aggression to this poor friend who comes to give you a hand?"
"And why you will give me a hand, tell me?"
"Because I want and nobody agrees with your new bedroom…" He smiled crouching to disarm the bag that armed with a blanket to put other things. "Now, I have some things here, some send you my sister. You must have seen her as shouted to Ja… to my cousin nor well knew that you had here" he turned smiling to see her and undo the blanket.
"He told to all of you where I was?"
"No, he told us you were in an Oubliette never specified on which succeeded." Unfasten the knot.
"Oh. And…, how did you…?"
"Appearing and disappearing in each of the Oubliette still find you." He lit up the lamp that had given her sister. "Well, listen well. We don't know how long you will stay here, so pay attention. This lamp is turned on and off with just a touch. Switch on. Turn off. Switch on. Turn off. Switch on. Turn off." He showed her repeatedly. "Is Funny, isn't?"

Sarah sighed. In another moment had laughed, but here and now was in no mood. Conrad was clarified throat.

"In this knapsack have food, this boot has water. Frankly I don't think he will have you a lot of time here, or he will not provide you supplies, but just in case I bring it to you. This sends to you my sister, together with the blanket." He said without touching anything more.
"What is that?"
"Oh…! That… my sister sent to you…" He was uncomfortable. "Whether you will use it, I suppose." Sarah pursed the space between the eyebrows and then blush. Conrad stood. "Well, before I forget, if you want to know, you don't have any neighbour so far."
"You mean… that the rest of the Oubliettes are empty?"
"Exactly. And…, tips: from my sister, what you don't listen to his nonsense and to follow the flow as the crazies. From my part, hides this of his view and heard well what he said under all these nonsense. He's so stubborn like you; the difference is that the king may be more unbearable."
"Thanks, Conrad!" Her tone was scathing.
"Not at all." He smiled as if in truth he deserve. Sarah sighed. Feys!
"Although yes, I agree that he is unbearable."
"Well…" Conrad spoke with the voice of a man who has fulfilled his mission. "That's it. And, you're more angry you are, not throw him in the face nothing of this or he will notice and then we will have to hear him, and you know how it is."

Sarah could not avoid laugh this time. "Yes, I know very well, but I doubt that you have to endure the same way that I."

Conrad opened the eyes with an indignant and mischievous shine. "How not to do it every time he tried to tarnish me?!" His voice was almost like his female gesture of embrace himself. "Believe me, he wants the same thing to all of us!" Sarah was stunned for a second and then laughed stronger with him. "Well, now I'm leaving. Your room is very nice, but this fey needs more space. See you!" He disappeared without further.

Sarah sighed. Feys! And how could she laugh of that joke when she WAS about whether this situation?! She surrender sigh. What could she do now?

At lunchtime, the King again was absent. Alin and Conrad looked to each other accomplices, calculating where and to who would be torturing the 'cruel tyrant.' Erwin, surreptitiously spy sidelong his children and hid a smile, confident that they could not resist.

Sarah hid everything that they had brought her into the darkest corner of the room. Surprised by the memory of the graceful performance of Conrad, she smiled. That's young appeared to be a lost cause, she could not imagine him serious even once. Well…, perhaps he should have been when her sister was in jeopardy in the hands of the family of her husband…
In Oubliette began to seep a popular fragrance… it made her tremble, dreaming and… The lamp! She ran towards it and touched getting turn off the light, and then she ran to the opposite corner and sat down trying to show frustrated.
"Hello, my pet."

She heard the sarcastic and charming voice and stood up immediately with the view in the place where the sound came. As much as the unexpected aid will cause her satisfaction, he still had that power over her… No! She was reprimanding herself. No, Sarah, he has no power over you! Never!

He finally left to see him progress with his hands at the waist and his coat collar high falling off the sides of his arms.
"I'm not your pet, Goblin King! I own name!"
"Yes, I know, "my" Sarah." Already in front of her tilted to match height. "Tell me, little bunny…, has you thought things better?"
"Yes." She was defiant despite her heart beats with fierceness.

Jareth raised an eyebrow fun. "Really? And…, what are you going to do?" he questioned looking her with intensity.
"Is Doing what?"
"With my patience, Sarah. Of the rest…, I commissioned." He smiled with shamelessness watching her lips.

Sarah felt a chill go her column. "I can not do anything with your patience."
"Oh, I see. Did you want everything, then?" he whispered subjects her waist to bring her to his body.
"I don't want anything from you!" She tried to fight for liberation. He seem not be learned.
"Are you confident about that?" He clung to her chin and dropped his head, she continued fighting. His lips kissed her temple until reaches her ear, where he murmured with his silky voice. "Sarah…" gave her name into a kind of purr that took the extent desired. "Sarah, if you wish, I kindly can teach you how much you need me, my love…"

The girl closed her eyes, now unable to combat those lips who deposited warm kisses on her neck and shoulders.
"Stop…," she murmured to feel his small bite on the neck and back toward the road to catch her ear lobe between his teeth and repeat the action. "Ple… please…"
"'Say your right words, the Goblin said,'" he murmured fun before suck its prey. "Mh…" he left escape a moan only managed to weaken her further. "I could be years thus, Sarah mine… with you…" He apprehended her lips and kissed passionately, which was answered with some uncertainty, but with the same desire. He rose her bringing her closer to freeing his waist for a second, in which she fell, as did his hand, to capture her again.

Sarah was unable to avoid the astonishment in her big green eyes to the little jump in his arms; and her eyes widened further to noted where his hand was able to hold her to that height, and blush. But that helped her break the moment of impetus.
"Remove your hand from there! Let me!" She spit beat his legs with the tips of her feet. He smiled ironically.
"These are not the correct words, little bunny." Their eyes were crossed, he continued with this air of superiority that she'll want to slap caused, especially, taking his face below of her.
"Before I said please, and you do not stop!"
"Perhaps…" he studied her face with half-close and provocative eyes "you missed something, like the first time you called me, don't you think?" With the hand remaining free of the weight of the young, began to walk her back doing she gave a jump.
"Enough!" She stuck to the sides of his chest, that being the only movement that allowed his grip.
"Try." He defied stroking slowly her back round trip and without removing the eyes of hers.
"No, let me!"
"Do you yield?" Secretly he left free his hilarity, while attacking her neck again with his lips.
"Never! Just… let me go!"
"I am waiting for the right words, little girl…" His voice caressed her ears. "You already know how work that…" His hand free travels again by her back to reach her shoulder where one of his fingers drew circles while he saw her with pleasure and festivity. She seemed to fight more with herself than with him in it. "That is not nothing wrong," he thought.
"Damn!" she spit. "Please! I said please!" Still she was angry and kicking. He sighed with feigned distress and releasing a couple of nonconforming 'tsk.'
"You must look the good ways, little bunny. A queen can not have a mouth so dirty. Now, well, it will be a pleasure for me to clean as often as necessary…" He gently kissed her again, drowning her protests. "Said your right words, little thing…" he repeated. "Say my name, Sarah. No more Goblin King; say my name," he thought.

"Please Goblin King!" she exclaimed alarmed by her own emotions. What had she not learned how dangerous it was to stay with him alone during that lovely dinner?

He elevated an eyebrow with malice. "Goblin King?" he questioned unbeliever. "Surely these are not the right words. What a pity…!" Sighed on her lips. "You were so close…!" The hand on her shoulder began to play with the wide neck dress pensive. "I suppose you must…… strengthen a little more, precious thing…" His hand began to discover a little more her shoulder viewing her with mischief. "That if you really want to stop me…" His lips began to travel again for her throat with suggestive heading towards hides and promising skin beyond her shoulders.

Sarah seemed frozen. "Oh, no!" she thought. "He is… He really is trying…!" Her face was red from embarrassment, red from anger, red anyway. "Think fast, Sarah! The 'please' is good! What else would he want…?!" And slowly, the word was formed on her lips almost without thinking.
"Jareth?" He stopped one second to hear his name. And smiling without being discovered and would continue with his task, but, she won in hand. "Jareth, please!"

The blond head was stayed inches from her skin and the sovereign observed her with a Machiavellian smile.
"Was it difficult?"

Sarah was bitten tongue not to respond, not when his genius was about to explode, and respond to something like: "No, absolutely! All your tricks are so simple condemnations that are very easy! As easy as your sentenced maze!" Of course she doesn't respond that way when he was the situation between his hands. But she neither knew what to reply. If she said that 'it's apiece of cake' he gets angry as in the tunnel, if she said that it was difficult, he would assume that his caresses and kisses affected her and much. She could not answer that question evil!
"More… or less." she could, for a second, seeing his face bewilderment. "Okay, Sarah!" she festivities in her interior. "You don't give him pleased to get her stuck between a rock and a hard place! Although…, in truth, you're between him and the wall…" she meditated that could become by far more dangerous.
"Okay…" He stopped treading her ground. "Now, if you promise to return to being a good girl, I draw you from here. That doesn't mean I leave do whatever you want. Is understood?" he questioned as an admonition.
"Really… you let me out of here?"
"Yes. And, while you keep calling my name and you are more cordial and respectful with me you can see the sunlight. If not…" He raised an eyebrow.
"If not what?!" She spit him unable to contain her anger.

"Well…," he thought looked fun, "after all, the challenge is part of her, and that is one of the many things that attracted me."
"If not, perhaps I let you seeing the light of day or night, but…, in my bedroom." made a Wily face with his half-closed gaze.
"Demons!" she protested and he caught her in another kiss that became worse humour. How dared to be so bold… and hateful?! "What are you doing?!" She moved him away with her hands on his chest.
"My love, I told you that I will clean that dirty mouth. Remember that you are my bride and my future queen. You would not be pretty on the throne with this vocabulary." smiled funny and with delight at seeing how her eyes lit rage, and his body, heart and soul struggling to stay still and silent. "Well…, if everything was already said, what do you think if we met for lunch with the rest?" he stretched out his arm.
"How will I present myself thus way?! I have to be as dirty as your throne room!" she exclaimed already without could contained. Jareth had to keep hide his hilarity, seeing how she sought another reason to download her anger without confronts him so directly. "Look at me," she raised her hands to her head vehemently shaken. "I have been sitting on this filthy floor with a white dress!"
"If you wish, I take you a bath before the dining room." He provoke with malice. The answer was a growl.
"I don't need anyone to bathe me! I prefer to go dirty!"

The monarch left to escape a laugh. "Okay. Let me, then help." Jareth generated a globe and threw it over the chocolate colour hair. Sarah was totally clean, and with a change of clothing. Her body now covered with a soft caramel colour. "I wonder if you look as exquisite as imagine…" His voice was seductive and one of his hands made a slight movement towards the lamp that had been hung across the wall. He had no need to touch it. And the Oubliette was dimly lit. "Yes, really. Perhaps…, we could have lunch here, don't you think?" He raised an eyebrow boldly.
"No!" she claimed immediately.
"Why not?" He incited purposely.
"Because… it will ruin beautiful dress!"
"I can give you many others," he continued.
"I don't want others! I want this!" she assured with nonsense.
"I love this… fervent attachment to something that I will provide. And…, there is much more ahead inexhaustible I'm going to give you."

"No, Sarah, will not answer him. Will not answer!" she recommended to herself. "The food will cool. How much more do you expect your family while you boast about your 'generosity'?"

He could not avoid his guffaw let out without any repression. "Please, My Lady, my apologies," he extended his arm with an elegant movement that accompanied his cloak. "Now, if you do favour of… hold me strongly, we will not let them wait one second more."

Sarah walked with pride toward the shelter of his arm and was subjected to some compunction to his torso.

"Much closer, my dear. I don't want to miss you on the road." He perfidious looked her since his advantageous height, as she puffed cranky and obeyed simply because she didn't know what would happen if she lost in limbo between one place and another. That arm wrapped in black silk, covered her along with his cloak before fading.

A cloud of brightness was deployed off the dining table. Erwin smiled as genuinely mischievous as his nephew and son could do when distinguished of whom were. The eyes of Alin could not hide her happy and smile drawn on her lips. Conrad seemed surprised. But that was fast! What had taken so many annoyances? He sighs surrendered.
"We arrived in time?" questioned the monarch.
"Very time." responded Erwin, while, Sarah was helped by his nephew to take her seat.
"Well, well." Jareth be accommodated at the head of the table and gave the order to serve. "And… what was his morning cousins?" asked with innocence.
"Well…" they both said something uncomfortable.
"Please, sister, you first" smiled Conrad with false kindness, so that his sister saw him grudge. Jareth looked him with astonishment.
"Oh my! If someone tell me I do not believed it. Really do you feel fine, Conrad? It was the second surprise in the day!" he questioned him.
"I must be maturing." said his father with fun without seeing him.
"No! I mean, yes! I'm… trying, that's."

Sarah pressed the lips not to laugh; indeed that the Oubliette seemed rather quite the opposite to 'try to mature.' Fortunately, the servant served her and that helped her to distract.

Gontran fully unbeliever observed to Conrad with eyebrows raised, almost worried about him, in fact, often cared for him, an issue at times to his wife if in fact this guy was normal.
"It's good to hear that. It was time." said Jareth with a mug on his lips. "Then…, how you were saying us, Alin?"

The girl gently clarified her throat and made use of her mask more than policy, as she used to do in society. "What can I say? My morning began well with a GREAT displeasure in the middle, and now…, seems to be getting better, cousin."
"I see." he smiled so diplomat as she spoke. "How about you, my 'almost' mature cousin?"
"Well… I… I was travelling a bit… your maze." After all, was not lie. Smiling to himself why and how to divert the situation. "And, truly you have to do something about this bog, Jareth!" With that should have sufficed, but always his big mouth added something else. "For a bit and I vomit the complete breakfast there!" He was stiff when felt the revulsion eyes on him, especially his sister and Sarah. When he noticed what he had said, smiled committed. "I'm… sorry. He…" pointed toward the head of the table "forced me to speak…" accused to his cousin that was seeing him so averse as the rest.
"Recall me put you a spell to get hush, at least while we are on the table." Jareth replied blinking for clear up.
"Always the same pig!" Alin murmured from in front. Conrad looked upset at her.
"He asked!"
"But he doesn't ask you that! You're a foul!" Conrad sees her with half-closed eyes. And with the opposite hand to the rest of the occupants, he gesture of scratching his nose. Alin opened his eyes with great opposition that happened to frustration when she noticed that the finger just the fin rub it on the outside and it began to laugh. "You are…!"
"Conrad!" father challenged. "Why can not simply behave, in all the heavens?!"
"What did I do? I just scratch the nose. Do you see?" He repeated the gesture. "She is too scandalous." He led hands to live up to his chest.

Gontran took his wife's hand between his before she shed the napkin off the boy.
"I KNOW how she is, and I KNOW how you are. Lunch in silence whether you will be fighting as two infants."

The young boy sighed concentrating on his plate. Why it took so little fun?

Alin, even with her shiny eyes of indignation, noted her husband that he smiled kindly with a look that told her not to give pleasure to his brother to make her upset, while, delicately clapped her hand and took his lips. Something so simple appeared melt the anger of the girl.

Sarah was unable to avoid look them and missed a unprepared sigh that did smile to Jareth.
The lunch took place without further problems; Conrad no longer provoked to his sister or she paid more attention to him, now devoted to her beloved Gontran. Erwin and Jareth agreeable discussed various issues relating to the kingdom, which left Sarah quiet that HE were not paying attention at her. Apparently. Because when she gave a little bound in to her seat because of thunder which erupted in the distance, on the outside, his gloved hand covered hers that rested on the table in a manner protective and calm with normalcy of whom leading years to share daily life. She was unable unless blushed and try to remove her hand from his lightly. He studied her calm, smiled and allowed her to withdraw it because, after all, she should take two to eat. The cheeks of Sarah were lit again.

Conrad the spy them and showed his perfect teeth in a smile about to say something. "Auch!" All that was left of his lips together with a jump instead with frowned eyebrows looking his baffled sister; who inconvenienced turn the young fey. If she had not kicked him… then…? He opened his eyes to warn the curvature on the lips of his brother-in-law.
"What's going on, Conrad? Already you have no appetite?" He was surprise. "Eat, eat. That's the best thing for the brain to function properly."

The gaze of the aforementioned was half covered by his eyelids. "Now I understand how that is you supported her," he hissed, but, all he got is that the couple let away giggles.