Disclaimer: I was checking my drawers for the license to Labyrinth, but since I can't find it, I suppose I'll give credit where credit is due and give a bow of respect to Henson productions. I do, however, own the Matt character, which I intend to abuse fully (mwah-hah-hah)
Matt had spent the last half hour prattling on about something - she wasn't sure what. She had been thinking about the last thing Hoggle said to her before he left.
"What should I do?" she had asked.
"Whatever makes you happy. That's all anyone can do."
So now she was thinking about what would make her happy - besides finding a way to shut Matt up.
"Sarah, I asked you a question."
"Huh? What? I'm sorry Matt, what were you saying?"
"Geez, Sarah, where is your head? I asked what you thought about my new job." he said, looking a little impatient.
"I think it's great, hon." she told him, when all she could think was, 'Dear God, are you always so desperate for approval? What did you do before I came along to pat your head and give you the thumbs up? And how on earth did you manage to sleep with me before Jareth did?' Whoops, where did that come from? She stopped her mental ranting immediately at that. Of course Matt had slept with her before Jareth because she and Jareth would never... but then her mind drifted, remembering the way his shirt opened, revealing a lightly muscled, hairless chest. Sarah had always hated chest hair. 'God, why am I thinking like this? Get a grip, Sarah, stop thinking with your hormones, focus on the interview.'
The interview - an afternoon of uninterrupted, one-on-one time with the Goblin King. How could she even take this interview seriously?
'So Jared , what do you do?'
'Well, normally I take unwanted children and turn them into goblins, but right now I'm posing as a wealthy Englishman building a Labyrinth.'
Oh this was going to be a HUGE success.
* * *
Sarah checked in while Matt parked. The reservations had been set up by John - separate rooms, she noticed. She wondered if Jareth had anything to do with that, until the bouquet of roses awaiting her in her room confirmed it. The card simply read "Looking forward to seeing you." Not very revealing concerning his intentions, but her heart started pounding nonetheless. Before, seeing Jareth had just been an idea, now here was something concrete, something to make it all very real all of a sudden.
"Hey, nice flowers. Who are they from?" Matt asked as he poked his head in the door.
"Jar- I mean, Mr. King."
He read the card for a moment before tossing it aside, turning instead to focus on her figure as she bent to unpack.
"You know, we've got awhile before the opening...I could help you kill some time if you know what I'm saying." he whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist. At first, the idea of having sex with Matt right before seeing Jareth made her feel kind of guilty...but it had been a long car ride, and there were some things Matt was good at. 'Besides,' she thought, 'I've done it often enough without worrying about Jareth, why should this time be any different?' Matt was already sliding her skirt down her hips when she pushed him on the bed and began unbuttoning his shirt.
Jareth's eyes widened in horror at the scene playing out in his crystal. How dare she! Didn't she know who the flowers were from?! He began pacing, fighting the urge to materialize in there and throw Matt out the window. If Sarah needed to "kill time" as that boy had so tactlessly put it, she could do it with him. Slowly, though, a smile formed on his lips as an idea took shape...
"I'm sorry Sarah, I don't know what's wrong. I mean, this has never happened to me before." Matt sat on the end of the bed, naked, looking for all the world like a lost little boy.
"It's ok, Matt, these things happen. It was a long drive, you're probably just tired." Sarah tried to be comforting and she knew she shouldn't blame him, but this was the last straw. Sexual frustration was NOT something she was used to dealing with.
"Yeah, I guess" he muttered, face still red with embarrassment.
"Um, look, I've got to get ready. Why don't you take a nap or something and we can try again tonight." she suggested. Meanwhile, Jareth sat on his own bed laughing. Sarah's last comment had upset him a little, but the expression on Matt's face more than made up for it.
"I'm afraid you won't get another chance boy, she'll be mine soon."
Matt had spent the last half hour prattling on about something - she wasn't sure what. She had been thinking about the last thing Hoggle said to her before he left.
"What should I do?" she had asked.
"Whatever makes you happy. That's all anyone can do."
So now she was thinking about what would make her happy - besides finding a way to shut Matt up.
"Sarah, I asked you a question."
"Huh? What? I'm sorry Matt, what were you saying?"
"Geez, Sarah, where is your head? I asked what you thought about my new job." he said, looking a little impatient.
"I think it's great, hon." she told him, when all she could think was, 'Dear God, are you always so desperate for approval? What did you do before I came along to pat your head and give you the thumbs up? And how on earth did you manage to sleep with me before Jareth did?' Whoops, where did that come from? She stopped her mental ranting immediately at that. Of course Matt had slept with her before Jareth because she and Jareth would never... but then her mind drifted, remembering the way his shirt opened, revealing a lightly muscled, hairless chest. Sarah had always hated chest hair. 'God, why am I thinking like this? Get a grip, Sarah, stop thinking with your hormones, focus on the interview.'
The interview - an afternoon of uninterrupted, one-on-one time with the Goblin King. How could she even take this interview seriously?
'So Jared , what do you do?'
'Well, normally I take unwanted children and turn them into goblins, but right now I'm posing as a wealthy Englishman building a Labyrinth.'
Oh this was going to be a HUGE success.
* * *
Sarah checked in while Matt parked. The reservations had been set up by John - separate rooms, she noticed. She wondered if Jareth had anything to do with that, until the bouquet of roses awaiting her in her room confirmed it. The card simply read "Looking forward to seeing you." Not very revealing concerning his intentions, but her heart started pounding nonetheless. Before, seeing Jareth had just been an idea, now here was something concrete, something to make it all very real all of a sudden.
"Hey, nice flowers. Who are they from?" Matt asked as he poked his head in the door.
"Jar- I mean, Mr. King."
He read the card for a moment before tossing it aside, turning instead to focus on her figure as she bent to unpack.
"You know, we've got awhile before the opening...I could help you kill some time if you know what I'm saying." he whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist. At first, the idea of having sex with Matt right before seeing Jareth made her feel kind of guilty...but it had been a long car ride, and there were some things Matt was good at. 'Besides,' she thought, 'I've done it often enough without worrying about Jareth, why should this time be any different?' Matt was already sliding her skirt down her hips when she pushed him on the bed and began unbuttoning his shirt.
Jareth's eyes widened in horror at the scene playing out in his crystal. How dare she! Didn't she know who the flowers were from?! He began pacing, fighting the urge to materialize in there and throw Matt out the window. If Sarah needed to "kill time" as that boy had so tactlessly put it, she could do it with him. Slowly, though, a smile formed on his lips as an idea took shape...
"I'm sorry Sarah, I don't know what's wrong. I mean, this has never happened to me before." Matt sat on the end of the bed, naked, looking for all the world like a lost little boy.
"It's ok, Matt, these things happen. It was a long drive, you're probably just tired." Sarah tried to be comforting and she knew she shouldn't blame him, but this was the last straw. Sexual frustration was NOT something she was used to dealing with.
"Yeah, I guess" he muttered, face still red with embarrassment.
"Um, look, I've got to get ready. Why don't you take a nap or something and we can try again tonight." she suggested. Meanwhile, Jareth sat on his own bed laughing. Sarah's last comment had upset him a little, but the expression on Matt's face more than made up for it.
"I'm afraid you won't get another chance boy, she'll be mine soon."