**cautiously sneaks out of the broom closet** Okay, hi everyone. I've come to tell you that I've just posted my FAVORITE CHAPTER. So read it and you better review. Anyway, to make it up to Jareth, I've arranged a dinner between him and Sarah. So, if you'll excuse me, I must go prepare. Ta and enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: Hm… what Labyrinth? Do I own it? Do I look like Jim Henson to you? Wait, don't answer that.
Chapter Ten: Seduction and Confessions
"In the dark of the night,
Feel the chill go up your spine.
It feels so right,
The thrill you feel inside.
Don't try to fight,
The need to kill tonight.
Fulfill your plight,
Underneath the moon that burns for light.
Come burn in the fire,
Don't live in fear.
Give into desire,
Feel the ecstasy draw near.
Feel the pleasure heighten,
Feel the pain melt away.
Flesh and blood will enlighten you,
To live another day.
I see the twinkle in your eye,
And hear your heart beating fast.
When you're racing under the night sky,
Satisfaction caresses back.
Give into the love that will last,
Dance the dance of the night.
Give into the pleasures tonight.
Come burn in the fire,
Don't live in fear.
Give into desire,
Feel the ecstasy draw near.
Feel the pleasure heighten,
Feel the pain melt away.
Flesh and blood will enlighten you,
To live another day."
Sarah was in a trance, the allure of being free pulling at her bruised heart. Another crystal was being offered to her, but instead of her light fantasies swirling in the depths, her darkest desires burned to be released. She had nothing holding her back now, no baby brother, and no love to protect. Her hips were swaying to the beat, body dancing to the rhythm of the night.
Two hands came around her waist and a body joined in the dance. It was sensuous, two bodies molded together in the moonlight. She needs the love this man was offering, the attention, the freedom. He spun her in his arms and pulled her closer still. Both male and female body crushing against their counterpart.
"Gavinn," Sarah gasped huskily. Her gaze leveling with his, trapping within the swirling depths.
He kissed her, taking in the childish innocence that remained on her lips. His lips masterfully crushing against hers and she pulled him closer still.
He pulled away slowly whispering in her ear, "Come with me, Sarah. Give into desire."
"I think not," a strong masculine voice said.
Sarah finally tore her eyes from Gavinn's, the music stopping. She felt her old-self emerging. Her eyes weren't focused, still under the spell. She looked back at the man that still held her, noticing the dark hair where she wanted blonde, the green eyes where she wanted one blue and one brown. She turned again to face Jareth and caught his gaze. She searched for something and then turned back to Gavinn who tightened his grip and caught her gaze again. His green mismatched eyes swirled again and her desire flared. But something was uncomfortable… out of place. He wasn't Jareth. 'No' she thought.
"No," She whispered, echoing her thoughts. And with a strength she didn't know she possessed, she pushed Gavinn away hard enough for him to fall to the ground and ran to Jareth who put his arm around her waist in a half-hug.
Gavinn just scowled and threw a dark crystal at Sarah. It hit her hard in the chest and exploded, blinding Jareth for the moment. When he regained his sight, Gavinn was gone and Sarah was unconscious in his arms. Transporting them into his chambers, he changed her clothes with a wave of his hand and put a spell checker on her. He waited at her bedside for her to awaken.
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An hour after Jareth bestowed the dreamless sleep on her, Celeste awoke to find the moon glowing outside. Wanting to grieve alone, she crept into her old garden. When Jareth gave her a room in his castle, she decided to make a garden and because Jareth loved it so much, he had allowed her to keep this one section of it if she expanded it.
She went to her favorite spot, the weeping willow, going under the branches she looked at her old reading spot. A stone bench lay there just for the occasion but she felt like standing. Gazing at the almost full moon, Celeste's pain started to melt, and her body began to relax. She knew that things were going to be all right.
All happy thoughts flew from her head when two well-muscled, yet familiar arms, wrapped around her waist. She jumped in surprise, automatically recognizing the scent. She struggled, more so when he pulled aside her curtain of blonde hair and began kissing her neck.
"You shouldn't be here," she hated this man, but he invoked a hunger that was hard to resist.
"Oh, are you protecting me now, my sweet? Afraid your brother might kill me? I'm touched really. Speaking of touched, it has been a while hasn't it, Celeste?" his hands started to drift up from her waist in slow sensuous circles.
"You know just as well as I do that I'm a virgin." Her hands fell upon his and stopped them from moving up, stopped him from scorching her skin. "Go AWAY."
He laughed huskily, "I don't think you want me to dearest. Why don't you give in? I can feel how you tense, I can smell your arousal, your desire, to hunt, to devour, to kill." He started to nip at her throat between his words. "Just fear me," nip "love me," nip "do as I say and I will fulfill any wish your tiny heart desires."
She felt herself folding. She was so close, so close to feeling the love that she had missed that she had needed. But… "I can't."
"Oh, but you can. You know just as well as I do that just because you are pure, your sexual desires are anything from innocent. You can be so evil; you could make or break the world at the snap of your fingers. Give into that raging fire burning inside."
She spun in his arms, ready to retort, when his mouth came down onto hers in a painfully sexual kiss. Her body tensed to this long forgotten pleasure. But… something in her body told her… it wasn't right. For a second she wanted to break and get it over with, to give up. But her bravery wouldn't let her. As his tongue sought entry, her hands ran up his chest into what he thought was a responding gesture. But boy, oh boy, was he wrong. The power pulsed from her fingers and shot out, blowing him out of her sanctuary and into the night air.
"Go away," Her voice soft yet colder than ice. "You are not wanted here." She escaped back to the castle, where safety lies.
"Run, my love, run. You'll be mine soon enough." His eyes flashed for a moment, his mouth twisting into a cool smirk as he vanished from the garden, returning to Gavinn's castle.
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Jareth watched as Sarah's breath became forced, her eyes moving rapidly beneath her eyelids, her body tensing. He became nervous as he watched her face mirror intense fear, whimpers escaping her lips. He pulled her into his arms, into his comfort, humming a wordless tune. And in that tune, she seemed to find comfort, her breathing slowed and became normal, her eyes stopped moving, her body stopped twitching, and her face eased into that of indifferent calm. He closed his eyes and kissed the top of her forehead, sagging with relief.
Sarah's eyes fluttered and opened. Opened to find that she was trapped within Jareth's comforting embrace and liking it. She blinked once to clear her head, to make sure it was real. It was. Wanting to see his face, she turned slightly in his embrace. Jareth pulled her closer when he saw that her eyes were clear and she was safe. He had never been so relieved.
"Don't ever do that to me again. I've never been so scared."
Sarah was confused and cold. She looked into his eyes, "I'm cold, Jareth. Hold me." She twisted fully in his arms so she could return the embrace, the shivers that ran down her back not entirely from the cold. She snuggled closer, partially for warmth, partial for something else.
Jareth's heart was racing. Sarah, his Sarah, was in his arms, by choice, perfectly aware. How long had he dreamt of this? He pulled her closer, never wanting to release, feeling her snuggle closer in return, his heart leaped in his chest.
Sarah looked into his face again. Her hands moved up his chest both with specific destinations. Her left hand went over his shoulder to twist into his silken moonlight hair. Her right hand traced his features, his high cheekbones, his eyebrows, his unlined forehead, and his soft white skin. She hesitated over her true destination, but found the will to press on, touching his thin lips. She felt each laboring breath escape his lips, tickling her sensitive fingertips. It drew her closer, made her hungry.
Then, she did something she thought she would never do, she replaced her fingers with her lips. She pulled him closer, needing more, the fire within her growing each moment. Finally, she felt his body respond in kind. Arms tightening, the passionate embrace said more than any word could attempt to describe. They finally broke apart; the desperate need for air becoming evident.
She felt the confession welling in her chest long before it escaped her lips, "I love you, Jareth."
Jareth's expression had shock stamped all over it. She loved him? Really, loved him? "Do you mean that?" he managed to ask.
Sarah had the urge to be sarcastic but she shoved it aside, "I do, Jareth, with all my heart."
Jareth's shocked expression broke into a genuine smile. "Sarah, you don't know how long I've waited for you to say that. I have a similar confession. It seems that I love you too."
Sarah raised one delicate eyebrow, mimicking the man across from her, "Just 'seems'?" Her hands started to trace patterns across his chest.
"No, not just seems. I do love you, for a long time now, longer than you could imagine."
Sarah smiled and started to sing quietly, "I have known, only God knows where the story ends, for me. But I know where the story begins. It's up to us to choose, whether we win or lose. And I choose to win. No more pain." (*) She kissed him again, happy, to be free at last…
…And Celeste knew as she gazed upon them in her crystal they would not like the information she was about to give.
~*~
(*) Note- this is a caption from Mary J Blidge's song- No Drama.
Can't talk much I have to go searching for Jareth's favorite sock- Sarah's coming over for dinner tonight. **smiles wickedly and continues to search**
DISCLAIMER: Hm… what Labyrinth? Do I own it? Do I look like Jim Henson to you? Wait, don't answer that.
Chapter Ten: Seduction and Confessions
"In the dark of the night,
Feel the chill go up your spine.
It feels so right,
The thrill you feel inside.
Don't try to fight,
The need to kill tonight.
Fulfill your plight,
Underneath the moon that burns for light.
Come burn in the fire,
Don't live in fear.
Give into desire,
Feel the ecstasy draw near.
Feel the pleasure heighten,
Feel the pain melt away.
Flesh and blood will enlighten you,
To live another day.
I see the twinkle in your eye,
And hear your heart beating fast.
When you're racing under the night sky,
Satisfaction caresses back.
Give into the love that will last,
Dance the dance of the night.
Give into the pleasures tonight.
Come burn in the fire,
Don't live in fear.
Give into desire,
Feel the ecstasy draw near.
Feel the pleasure heighten,
Feel the pain melt away.
Flesh and blood will enlighten you,
To live another day."
Sarah was in a trance, the allure of being free pulling at her bruised heart. Another crystal was being offered to her, but instead of her light fantasies swirling in the depths, her darkest desires burned to be released. She had nothing holding her back now, no baby brother, and no love to protect. Her hips were swaying to the beat, body dancing to the rhythm of the night.
Two hands came around her waist and a body joined in the dance. It was sensuous, two bodies molded together in the moonlight. She needs the love this man was offering, the attention, the freedom. He spun her in his arms and pulled her closer still. Both male and female body crushing against their counterpart.
"Gavinn," Sarah gasped huskily. Her gaze leveling with his, trapping within the swirling depths.
He kissed her, taking in the childish innocence that remained on her lips. His lips masterfully crushing against hers and she pulled him closer still.
He pulled away slowly whispering in her ear, "Come with me, Sarah. Give into desire."
"I think not," a strong masculine voice said.
Sarah finally tore her eyes from Gavinn's, the music stopping. She felt her old-self emerging. Her eyes weren't focused, still under the spell. She looked back at the man that still held her, noticing the dark hair where she wanted blonde, the green eyes where she wanted one blue and one brown. She turned again to face Jareth and caught his gaze. She searched for something and then turned back to Gavinn who tightened his grip and caught her gaze again. His green mismatched eyes swirled again and her desire flared. But something was uncomfortable… out of place. He wasn't Jareth. 'No' she thought.
"No," She whispered, echoing her thoughts. And with a strength she didn't know she possessed, she pushed Gavinn away hard enough for him to fall to the ground and ran to Jareth who put his arm around her waist in a half-hug.
Gavinn just scowled and threw a dark crystal at Sarah. It hit her hard in the chest and exploded, blinding Jareth for the moment. When he regained his sight, Gavinn was gone and Sarah was unconscious in his arms. Transporting them into his chambers, he changed her clothes with a wave of his hand and put a spell checker on her. He waited at her bedside for her to awaken.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
An hour after Jareth bestowed the dreamless sleep on her, Celeste awoke to find the moon glowing outside. Wanting to grieve alone, she crept into her old garden. When Jareth gave her a room in his castle, she decided to make a garden and because Jareth loved it so much, he had allowed her to keep this one section of it if she expanded it.
She went to her favorite spot, the weeping willow, going under the branches she looked at her old reading spot. A stone bench lay there just for the occasion but she felt like standing. Gazing at the almost full moon, Celeste's pain started to melt, and her body began to relax. She knew that things were going to be all right.
All happy thoughts flew from her head when two well-muscled, yet familiar arms, wrapped around her waist. She jumped in surprise, automatically recognizing the scent. She struggled, more so when he pulled aside her curtain of blonde hair and began kissing her neck.
"You shouldn't be here," she hated this man, but he invoked a hunger that was hard to resist.
"Oh, are you protecting me now, my sweet? Afraid your brother might kill me? I'm touched really. Speaking of touched, it has been a while hasn't it, Celeste?" his hands started to drift up from her waist in slow sensuous circles.
"You know just as well as I do that I'm a virgin." Her hands fell upon his and stopped them from moving up, stopped him from scorching her skin. "Go AWAY."
He laughed huskily, "I don't think you want me to dearest. Why don't you give in? I can feel how you tense, I can smell your arousal, your desire, to hunt, to devour, to kill." He started to nip at her throat between his words. "Just fear me," nip "love me," nip "do as I say and I will fulfill any wish your tiny heart desires."
She felt herself folding. She was so close, so close to feeling the love that she had missed that she had needed. But… "I can't."
"Oh, but you can. You know just as well as I do that just because you are pure, your sexual desires are anything from innocent. You can be so evil; you could make or break the world at the snap of your fingers. Give into that raging fire burning inside."
She spun in his arms, ready to retort, when his mouth came down onto hers in a painfully sexual kiss. Her body tensed to this long forgotten pleasure. But… something in her body told her… it wasn't right. For a second she wanted to break and get it over with, to give up. But her bravery wouldn't let her. As his tongue sought entry, her hands ran up his chest into what he thought was a responding gesture. But boy, oh boy, was he wrong. The power pulsed from her fingers and shot out, blowing him out of her sanctuary and into the night air.
"Go away," Her voice soft yet colder than ice. "You are not wanted here." She escaped back to the castle, where safety lies.
"Run, my love, run. You'll be mine soon enough." His eyes flashed for a moment, his mouth twisting into a cool smirk as he vanished from the garden, returning to Gavinn's castle.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
Jareth watched as Sarah's breath became forced, her eyes moving rapidly beneath her eyelids, her body tensing. He became nervous as he watched her face mirror intense fear, whimpers escaping her lips. He pulled her into his arms, into his comfort, humming a wordless tune. And in that tune, she seemed to find comfort, her breathing slowed and became normal, her eyes stopped moving, her body stopped twitching, and her face eased into that of indifferent calm. He closed his eyes and kissed the top of her forehead, sagging with relief.
Sarah's eyes fluttered and opened. Opened to find that she was trapped within Jareth's comforting embrace and liking it. She blinked once to clear her head, to make sure it was real. It was. Wanting to see his face, she turned slightly in his embrace. Jareth pulled her closer when he saw that her eyes were clear and she was safe. He had never been so relieved.
"Don't ever do that to me again. I've never been so scared."
Sarah was confused and cold. She looked into his eyes, "I'm cold, Jareth. Hold me." She twisted fully in his arms so she could return the embrace, the shivers that ran down her back not entirely from the cold. She snuggled closer, partially for warmth, partial for something else.
Jareth's heart was racing. Sarah, his Sarah, was in his arms, by choice, perfectly aware. How long had he dreamt of this? He pulled her closer, never wanting to release, feeling her snuggle closer in return, his heart leaped in his chest.
Sarah looked into his face again. Her hands moved up his chest both with specific destinations. Her left hand went over his shoulder to twist into his silken moonlight hair. Her right hand traced his features, his high cheekbones, his eyebrows, his unlined forehead, and his soft white skin. She hesitated over her true destination, but found the will to press on, touching his thin lips. She felt each laboring breath escape his lips, tickling her sensitive fingertips. It drew her closer, made her hungry.
Then, she did something she thought she would never do, she replaced her fingers with her lips. She pulled him closer, needing more, the fire within her growing each moment. Finally, she felt his body respond in kind. Arms tightening, the passionate embrace said more than any word could attempt to describe. They finally broke apart; the desperate need for air becoming evident.
She felt the confession welling in her chest long before it escaped her lips, "I love you, Jareth."
Jareth's expression had shock stamped all over it. She loved him? Really, loved him? "Do you mean that?" he managed to ask.
Sarah had the urge to be sarcastic but she shoved it aside, "I do, Jareth, with all my heart."
Jareth's shocked expression broke into a genuine smile. "Sarah, you don't know how long I've waited for you to say that. I have a similar confession. It seems that I love you too."
Sarah raised one delicate eyebrow, mimicking the man across from her, "Just 'seems'?" Her hands started to trace patterns across his chest.
"No, not just seems. I do love you, for a long time now, longer than you could imagine."
Sarah smiled and started to sing quietly, "I have known, only God knows where the story ends, for me. But I know where the story begins. It's up to us to choose, whether we win or lose. And I choose to win. No more pain." (*) She kissed him again, happy, to be free at last…
…And Celeste knew as she gazed upon them in her crystal they would not like the information she was about to give.
~*~
(*) Note- this is a caption from Mary J Blidge's song- No Drama.
Can't talk much I have to go searching for Jareth's favorite sock- Sarah's coming over for dinner tonight. **smiles wickedly and continues to search**