Disclaimer: Back again, thanks a million for the lovely reviews! So, here's the next chapter, hope you enjoy it :-) And I stress once more, I do not own the Labyrinth, or any of the original characters, I'm just one of the little people... and, also unfortunately, I don't own the lyrics to "Sweet Surrender", again, they belong to the v cool Sarah McLachlan. So, yeah, keep reading and hope you like the story!
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it doesn't mean much it doesn't mean anything at all
the life I've left behind me is a cold room
I've crossed the last line from where I can't return where every step I took
in faith betrayed me and led me from my home
and sweet surrender is all that I have to give
you take me in no questions asked you strip away the ugliness that surrounds me
are you an angel am I already that gone
I only hope that I won't disappoint you when I'm down here on my knees
and sweet surrender is all that I have to give
sweet, sweet surrender is all that I have to give
and I don't understand by the touch of your hand
I would be the one to fall
I miss the little things oh I miss everything
it doesn't mean much it doesn't mean anything at all
the life I left behind me is a cold room
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Dreams haunted her that night. Strange, incoherent visions that she thought she had forgotten. A hundred masked faces, grotesque yet exquisite, the wearers elaborately costumed, whirling around as if in slow motion, a disconcerting masquerade set to an all-too-familiar melody reminiscent of a lullaby she had heard long ago. And there she was, seemingly so coy, yet inwardly bedazzled by the splendour of her surroundings. She was young, 15 years old again, searching almost desperately for the one that tormented and captivated her all at once. She could not find him, and the feeling of desolation overtook her. This wasn't how it had been. He had been there, she remembered. They had danced, the crystals overhead glittering, the others fading away into the background. But she couldn't find him now...and she was lost.
"Jareth!"she cried out, sitting bolt upright, her sleepy eyes taking a moment to adjust to the dimness of the room. She was in a strange bed, in a strange place, and she could feel the sleek caress of satin against her skin. She looked down and her mouth opened slightly at the night attire that she was now wearing. It was beautiful...pure snowy white, of the finest silky texture, cut low on her breast. She wondered if Jareth had seen her in it yet, and if it had pleased him. In truth, she was mildly surprised that he was not in bed beside her. The thought almost depressed her: if he did not want her now, she would have no other.
"You called me again; how generous of you."
She turned, almost jumping at the sudden sound. He had materialised suddenly by her bedside, and she felt almost naked in her low-cut nightdress, especially when she followed his gaze to the swell of her breasts, the cut of the sheer material just protecting her modesty. She felt herself blush, and he laughed.
"Come now Sarah, there is no need for such meekness." He sat down on her bed and stroked the edge of the soft downy coverlet, and she fleetingly wondered if he would be that gentle, that delicate if it were she that he caressed. Damn! she thought. He must have read that in her mind. She dared not look at him, and her blush turned to crimson.
"Does the room please you?"he asked, amused by her chagrin. She nodded.
"It's...beautiful."
And it was. Jareth had delved deep into the corners of her mind to inspire the extravagant decor. The room she had dreamed of having, but been unable to create in the small space of her dingy apartment, was the room that Jareth had made for her. The walls were a deep royal blue, edged with a gold-leaf border, and the ceiling was an ever-changing night sky, with real twinkling stars that shone brightly in the dark midst. The floor was richly carpeted with the softest, thickest gold underfoot, and the vast windows gave way to panoramic views across the Kingdom, with thick drapes of spun gold shimmered and swayed at either side. Sarah's bed was a huge, four-postered affair, draped this time in royal blue velvet that was at present held back with gold tasselled ties. The coverlet shimmered blue and gold, and there were blue satin sheets and pillow covers. The pillows themselves were filled with downy goose-feathers, and the entire room was excessively luxurious. Sarah had never been so pampered. She looked straight up into Jareth's beautiful, changeling eyes then.
"Why did you do all this for me?"
His once-cruel mouth twisted into a smile."Sarah, you must realise how I have longed for you."
Oh, how I have longed for you too, she thought, gazing into his eyes and praying that he would always look at her this way, with that gentle tenderness in his eyes, forever.
"Jareth, I've wanted you for so long...please..."
Please? He could not resist the triumph and mild amazement that he felt. She was his now. And though her new meekness had surprised him, he was prepared to overlook it. Why shun the beautiful girl he had dreamt of for so long, when she was offering herself to him?
"You've changed your tune since three years ago."he said sardonically, enjoying her submission.
"I was stupid. I never realised..."
"What I was offering you? What you had turned down?" He nodded, moved a little closer."I had hoped you would come to your senses." He removed one soft leather glove and put a hand on her bare shoulder, stroking the soft, warm flesh gently, moving his hand down to the very edge of the dangerously low neckline, prepared to make this a leisurely seduction, to have her exactly when he wished. She quivered at his touch, and it excited him even more.
He leaned forward and kissed her, a little harder than he had meant to, tasting the sweetness of that soft little mouth. She encouraged him with her own tongue, and he slipped his hand inside the bodice of her nightdress, moving his hand over her perfect breasts and feeling the nipples harden under his caress. He broke the kiss and bent his head to her neck, kissing and licking the skin, and she moaned softly. She wanted him, he could feel it.
He would take her now.
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More to come soon ;)
~J