Chapter 38

I hope you all enjoy this chapter. I may had some Irish cream laced hot chocolate while writing certain parts of this story. Hahaha.

Thank you to my beta. As always you are awesome and wonderful. Random fact of the day, I had the chicken pox twice as a child I was in grade two when I got it the second time. I watched Sailor moon three times a day when I stayed home from school back in the early 90's my poor mother.

Chapter 38

Jareth threw a crystal at the wall, frustrated after deciding that the number of useless people in the underground was atrocious. After hearing how Simon had treated Sarah when Rosalea was ill, he was set upon finding someone else who would be more understanding. But so far that seemed impossible. It's not like he was asking for much, just someone who would teach but also keep in mind that motherhood would always come before studies in Sarah's life.

He left his office, walking up to the nursery where he found his angry daughter who was tired of being ill. It took a few days after her fever for the spots to show and they had survived by using what Sarah called calamine lotion as well as daily oatmeal baths which was what he walked in to see when he arrived.

Seeing Sarah on the floor next to a small tub where Rosalea was sitting, her shrieks bouncing off the walls as Sarah tried to get the milky water to soothe her itchy spots by gently scooping it up with her hands. "How is she today?" Jareth asked, taking in the scene.

"About the same," Sarah told him, looking up. As Rosalea noticed her father, she shrieked and began lifting her arms and she twisting her body toward him, begging to be rescued from the bath that had no fun bubbles to play with.

Jareth chuckled. "Is she done?" He asked Sarah, as he went and grabbed the towel from the nearby chair.

"I suppose so," Sarah told him as she watched him bend down to pick their daughter, admiring his backside.

"I can feel you staring love," Jareth teased her as he wrapped the towel around the naked child.

"It was practically in my face," Sarah told him with a smirk as she swatted it.

"Stop that." Jareth chastised her jokingly. "I'm holding a child here." As he cradled Rosalea to him who snuggled into him, finally quieting down. "Has she eaten yet?"

"I got her to nurse before her bath, though she bit me!" Sarah told him as she rubbed her boob just thinking about the bite. He couldn't contain the small laugh that escaped him. "It's not funny, those little teeth are sharp!"

Jareth looked down at the child. "You mustn't bite your, mama, it's not nice to do that. Only I get to bit your, mama." He spoke to Rosalea as he walked to the changing table and laid her down so he could put on a fresh diaper and get her into a soft sleeper. Sarah listened to him and rolled her eyes as she stood up before grabbing the tub so she could empty it out in the washroom. She came back empty handed to find Rosalea dressed with mitts over her hands so she wouldn't scratch her face.

"Sarah?"

Sarah turned to the doorway. "What is it, Anna?"

"I know I said I remember having them, but I think I got them again," Anna told her lifting up the back of her hair where she had been scratching the itchy bumps that were starting to develop over her arms and torso as well.

Sarah sighed. "It's alright, it sometimes happens if your first batch wasn't strong, you can catch them a second time. I'll bring you some lotion and ground oatmeal in a bit." She said walking over to the girl feeling her forehead, relieved that there was no fever. "You can miss lessons for today if you aren't feeling well, but you don't seem to have a fever at the moment so that's a good sign. Just take it easy and don't go running about the halls." Sarah instructed her.

Anna nodded. "Of course, and don't call it chicken pox around the goblins as they'll think it's the chickens' fault and the chickens' will get scared because the goblins usually love their chickens." She told them which made Jareth laugh heartily at the antics of his goblins. Of course, they would think the chicken did this.

The next week went by and everyone was getting back to normal. Anna proved a much easier patient than their eight-month-old. Her lessons were lightened to keep her from overworking but most days felt rather well.

Tabitha luckily had been a halfbreed for so long that human viruses had no effect on her, she claimed that with Rosalea being so young and half mortal her fae ancestry couldn't fight them off as easily yet.

Sarah was exhausted, though, to say the least. Between the constant demands of a sick, needy child, trying to keep up with her studies while also checking on Anna's; along with the keeping of the castle and planning the fall harvest. The last time she felt this tired was the first months after having Rosalea which was not something she wanted to repeat anytime soon.

It was almost September and there were only a few warm summer days left in August when she snuck out into the garden looking for fresh air, she had walked about a little when she came to a door she couldn't remember seeing before. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but it was something Sarah could not ignore.

Opening the door she found herself in the labyrinth, the door disappearing as she walked away from it without her noticing.

She heard giggling as she turned a corner which piqued her interest even more. "Hello?" She called out.

Sarah shook her head when she didn't get an answer. She never was in this part of the Labyrinth from what she remember it, but it did constantly change so it could be a new addition it wanted its champion to see.

The walls were stone but also had moss and vines all over them. It reminded her of when she read the secret garden as a child. When Mary Lennox found the door with no key, except there was no helpful robin to guide her or show her the way.

She traced her fingers on the cool stones as she walked, she closed her eyes as she heard the giggle once more. Her eyes opening quickly she scanned around her but still saw nothing out of the ordinary. She turned another corner to find herself in a clearing, hearing an echo of a giggle ring out she looked up and saw a child sitting in the tree in the middle of it all.

'Who are you, why are you in the Labyrinth?" Sarah asked, Jareth hadn't been called and the child was too young to be a runner.

The child giggled and leaped from her branch floating down gracefully till her feet touched the ground.

"Why am I in the labyrinth? I am part of the Labyrinth." The child spoke. "In the way, I am the labyrinth." She was dressed in a silver dress, her long dark curls flowed down her back and she couldn't be older than six.

Sarah felt a strange feeling come over her as she watched the child who wasn't quite really there, almost transparent, most definitely what Sarah always thought ghosts would look like.

"I've been waiting for you." The child spoke breaking Sarah's trance. She may have had the body of a child but she spoke in an age beyond her years.

"Been waiting?"

"Yes, Goblin Queen, I wanted to thank you." Another giggle came from the apparition. "You gave new hope to the children above ground. Each saved child strengthens the labyrinth in ways only a queen can. It's that unconditional love and hope for a better future that flows into the labyrinth and gives you the power to reach those children."

Sarah nodded as she gingerly held her amulet thinking of the children she had saved since becoming Queen. Some homeless teens with nowhere to go. A young teen who walked the streets at night for money, abusive parents, or parents dying in crashes leaving them alone in the world. She had walked into every scenario she could have imagined, while none as horrific as the night she had found Anna. She still cried after each time she brought back a child.

"This is the garden of tranquility, the pond carries water from the tranquility bay, it will always be here for you should you wish it." The child looked into the pond before turning back towards Sarah.

"You also gave my brother a chance to be happy. So I thank you for that, and for my namesake" She grinned at Sarah as she jumped playfully into the water, disappearing with a giggle.

Sarah looked up, finally placing the face she had been looking at, her mouth falling open. She saw a door appear in the stone once more, she opened it to find herself back in the garden of the castle.

Sarah was still sitting by on a stone bench, staring at the stone wall when Jareth came and found her in her daze.

"Everything alright, Love?" He asked sitting next to her.

"Have you have seen the soul of the Labyrinth?" Sarah asked him.

"The Soul?" Jareth looked at her puzzled.

"The labyrinth has a soul, it brought me to the garden of tranquility and to a magic pond. She thanked me for being Queen and saving the children. She said that each child I save strengthens the labyrinth which in turn gives us the power to help the children." Sarah explained to him. "It was a child, but she spoke wisely beyond her years. She was wearing silver robes and she giggled a lot."

"I have not been given the chance to see her, no," Jareth told her amazed that she would present herself to Sarah.

"She thanked me Jareth," Sarah told him taking his hand into her. "She thanked me for making her brother happy and for her namesake before disappearing into the pond of tranquility that runs from the bay," she told him slowly as she watched him take in the news

Jareth eyes went slightly wide and after a moment of silence, he wiped a tear from his face. "She drowned in the bay."

Sarah wrapped her arm around his waist, letting her head fall onto his shoulder. "I think she lives in it while watching over the labyrinth and the castle."

"Come, lunch is just about ready. "Jareth spoke after a moment. "You must be famished, you barely ate breakfast this morning." Standing up from the bench holding out his hand to her.

Sarah nodded allowing him to pull her to her feet. "I didn't realize that much time had passed." She took a step, stumbling slightly as she grasped his arm to steady herself.

Jareth hands grasped her shoulders to steady her she regained her footing. "You're not well."

"I'm just tired and hungry, once I eat I'll be fine," Sarah told him brushing it off.

Jareth looked at her but decided to let it go. "Let us go then," Jareth said as he took her arm in his, leading her back into the castle where they found everyone in the dining room waiting for them.

Sarah sighed, sinking into the tub later that night and leaning against her husband. "She's down and should be for a while, she ate more than usual," Sarah told him as she popped a chocolate in her mouth, offering him one which he declined, not liking chocolate all that much.
"I think she'll go through another growth spurt soon. It's crazy how fast she grows, she's almost crawling and soon she'll be walking and talking. She's turning a year old in a few short months."

Jareth kissed the top of her head. "That is was children do, they grow. I am more worried about her rebellious teen years which can last 50 some years for fae before they calm down."

Sarah turned to look at him. "And here I was worried about a few short years of teen angst with our combined personalities," she told him sarcastically.

Jareth laughed. "I'm sure she will be a bright young lady one day."

"Yes, with a booty that boys will drool over." Sarah teased him, which made Jareth quite resigned to the fact that no boy would ever come near her.

"No boys will ever see her behind," Jareth told her matter-of-factly. "Not until she is at least 500, or married."

Sarah laughed. "Jareth, be reasonable. You do remember how old I am and my father had no choice but to let me go and grow up."

"You are a much different case." Jareth corrected her. "You are mine."

"I'm yours, am I? I don't remember being owned by you." Sarah told him as she turned around, wrapping her legs around him.

"As my wife and my love, your wishes are my command." Jareth corrected himself. "I have no wish to own you, you would be too troublesome to own with all your demands."

"What if I wish for you to make love to me," Sarah asked

"That is a wish I can easily grant." Jareth grinned. " How would you like it? Slow and romantic, hard and fast, kinky and weird? I could go on…"

"Hmm.." Sarah pondered. "Such a tough choice, how can anyone choose? Why not try a touch of each?"

"Feeling adventurous tonight are we?" Jareth crooned, kissing down her neck. "Whatever has gotten into you?"

"Not you obviously," Sarah told him cheekily.

"I can easily remedy that," Jareth retorted as he looked into her glazed over eyes. "Precious where did you get those chocolates?"

"They're the chocolates that Amira gave me, I had one before I came to bathe." She told him kissing down her neck as Jareth let out a laugh, she looked at him curiously. "What so funny?"

"Those chocolates my dear are laced with a very potent mood enhancing herb, did she not tell you that?" Jareth asked her as she shook her head.

"Would you like one?" Sarah asked him innocently, knowing full well there was never any need to enhance his enthusiasm for any sort of lovemaking.

Before Sarah knew it she was out of the water being tossed on the bed, still dripping wet. She let out a small squeal as she hit the pillows. "I love it when you take control," Sarah uttered as she stroked his face and down his chest.

"I love it when you let me," Jareth told her as he magically produced a silk scarf. "Do you trust me?"
Sarah nodded, squirming in anticipation, her thighs rubbing together as he tied the silk over her eyes twice over she could only see the shadows about the room.

Next, he lifted her arm, kissing her wrist and down her arm before restraining her arm to one of the posts of the bed, doing the same with the other before working his way down her arm to her neck and collar bone, kissing every few inches.

"I didn't hear an answer, do you trust me?"

"I trust you," Sarah replied this time instead of nodding at him.

"Yes, Your Majesty," Jareth corrected her nuzzled her neck.

"Yes, Your majesty," Sarah repeated what he said.

"Good Precious," he mumbled against the swell of her breasts, kissing down the valley, before lavishing attention on one. He was being mindful of their sensitivity but at the same time not paying full heed to it as he assaulted her nipple with his tongue.

Sarah moaned, arching her back, her senses heightened from her sight being blocked. His hands were running all over her body, sending shivers down her back. Her arms despite being tied up above her head still had enough slack to allow her to move slightly so she wouldn't get any cramp in her arms.

Jareth grinned to himself as he watched her reaction before kissing down her flat stomach that still showed marks from carrying their daughter. He kissed numerous marks and dipped into her navel which made her giggle, her hips rising of their own accord, sending waves of her arousal to his sense of smell.

He breathed them in, burying his face in-between her thighs. He could hear her whine slightly at the minimal contact.

"Tell me what you want, what you want me to do," Jareth spoke. " In detail," he added grinning to himself wanting to hear whatever dirty thoughts were coming to her mind. He could see and feel the blush traveling up her body to her face despite the chocolate she had eaten.

"I am waiting," Jareth told her. "Unless you wish for me to stop."

"No!" Sarah panicked not wanting him to stop, making Jareth chuckled at her panic. "I want-" Sarah stopped herself trying to find the right words. "I want to you to pleasure me with your mouth." She blurted out quickly. "Sir," she added quickly to the end of it.

"Hmm, and what will I get in return," Jareth asked poking his nose at the junction in-between her thighs, making her squirm before she felt him moving about the bed, twisting her so she was on her side.

"Open your mouth," Jareth instructed her as she obeyed slightly confused why his voice seemed down further before he rubbed himself against her lips forming more of a surprised O shape as she felt his breath between her legs. "Suck." He commanded her as he propped her legs open to gain better access to her slick folds.

Sarah didn't waste time, taking him in her mouth. She could already taste him from the beads of pre-cum that gathered at the tip. She was careful not to fully take him in her mouth as she didn't want to gag on him. But as his tongue began to explore her lower regions she could barely concentrate on what she was doing, she wondered how he could find it so easy to pleasure her when she was pleasuring him at the same time. Eventually, she found a rhythm that worked for her. She was so close to orgasm when he finally stopped.

"Get on your knees." He told her roughly, deciding on a change of pace. Sarah was struggling to turn herself while being so restrained up. He took pity and helped her, shoving a few pillows under her for her to rest upon before slapping her ass and watching it jiggle from the impact. Sarah squeaked from the shock of the blow as well as the following sting. Jareth grinned slapping the other cheek receiving the same cry from Sarah. He rubbed the spots and kneaded the flesh with his hands, he didn't even have to ask what she wanted this time.

"I want you inside me, I want you to fuck me." Sarah pleaded with him before he grasped her hips, sheathing himself inside of her him quickly before pulling almost all the way out and slamming back into her. Her cries echoed against the walls as her breathing became more laboured, he grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back as he bent over her, her back arching in the process.

"Fuck Sarah, do you like this? Do you like how I feel?" Jareth growled biting into her shoulder, which shocked Sarah slightly. Jareth never swore, she must be rubbing off on him, that or he lost all control of himself.

Sarah couldn't even respond because one final thrust sent her spiraling into oblivion, her world shattered beneath her as her orgasm shook through her body, she felt Jareth stiffen and let himself go. He gave one final thrust before banishing away the silk and pillows and pulling her close to him, falling onto his side to spoon her and covering them with the blankets.

Jareth decided he really would have to thank his sister for those chocolates, though he probably should have warned Sarah about them before she ate one, or warned her before she eats a whole box of them like he'd seen her do with other chocolates, especially when she was pregnant with Rosalea. He wasn't complaining, but he knew he would be dealing with a blushing queen the next morning when she remembered.

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