Disclaimer: Still own nothing related to Labyrinth. Oh well.
After lunch they continued talking as they wandered down Main Street, stopping in whatever stored caught their eye.
"You know, I never imagined the two of us getting along so well. It's like I've stepping into the Twilight Zone."
"The what?" he asked, looking confused.
"Nevermind."
He looked off into the distance for awhile then retuned his gaze to her
"Well, let's start at the source. Why were you so upset with me to begin with?"
She stopped midstride and just looked at him, astonished. "What the hell do you mean, 'why'? You were an arrogant, cheating, mean..." she trailed off, too frustrated to even finish.
"And if I recall correctly, you were a whiny, immature, cruel little girl. Is it fair to say that perhaps we each were given a wrong impression?"
"No, I was all of those things 7 years ago. So were you. In fact, you're still pretty arrogant - "
"What's your point?" he asked, cutting her off.
"My point, oh impatient one, is that even though I'm very aware of the faults I had as a teenager, I'm still surprised at...this." She gestured, not sure how to define their current camaraderie.
"Perhaps we shouldn't question a good thing" he suggested, his eyes never leaving hers as he brushed his lips across her hand.
Sarah felt herself blushing at that brief contact. 'Why does he make me feel like I'm 15 again?' she wondered. Sarah had no disillusions about what she felt - she'd felt that way for 7 years. But she wasn't going to give in until she was certain he wasn't trying to take advantage of her.
Jareth, on the other hand, was seriously fighting the urge to read her mind right then. He hadn't missed the way her face reddened when he's kissed her hand, not to mention the way they'd been flirting all afternoon. So why was she still distant? He doubted it had much to do with Matt, was she still afraid of him? Or was she merely stringing him along?
She nudged him to get his attention. "We've got to go?"
"Go? Why?"
"The mayor's dinner, remember?"
She laughed at the look of disappointment that crossed his face. "Don't look so excited. Oh, and let me warn you, the food is atrocious, so eat as little as possible. And stay away from the Mr. And Mrs. Landon. Those two will talk your ear off about the only subjects they know: wine and dog-breeding. Both get pretty boring after about 10 minutes."
The look of disappointment quickly turned to that of disgust. "What if we skip it altogether" he suggested.
Sarah only laughed some more. "Tempting, but since you're the guest of honor, I think you're somewhat obligated to show up. Tell you what, though. Since I am still incredibly grateful to you for taking care of my interview, I will gallantly defend you from the horrors of the Mayor's banquet." she declared while dramatically placing her hand across her heart as if swearing a sacred oath.
He laughed with her "You defending me? Not very chivalrous I'm afraid, but I suppose I should take any promise of your company that I can get."
Sarah averted her eyes from the meaningful gaze he was sending her way. Instead of commenting she stepped off the curb to hail a cab. Jareth merely sighed at her refusal to acknowledge his comment and opened the door for her when the cab pulled up. They rode to the banquet hall in silence; however, when a bump in the road caused Jareth to wrap his arm around her shoulders protectively, she didn't pull away.
After lunch they continued talking as they wandered down Main Street, stopping in whatever stored caught their eye.
"You know, I never imagined the two of us getting along so well. It's like I've stepping into the Twilight Zone."
"The what?" he asked, looking confused.
"Nevermind."
He looked off into the distance for awhile then retuned his gaze to her
"Well, let's start at the source. Why were you so upset with me to begin with?"
She stopped midstride and just looked at him, astonished. "What the hell do you mean, 'why'? You were an arrogant, cheating, mean..." she trailed off, too frustrated to even finish.
"And if I recall correctly, you were a whiny, immature, cruel little girl. Is it fair to say that perhaps we each were given a wrong impression?"
"No, I was all of those things 7 years ago. So were you. In fact, you're still pretty arrogant - "
"What's your point?" he asked, cutting her off.
"My point, oh impatient one, is that even though I'm very aware of the faults I had as a teenager, I'm still surprised at...this." She gestured, not sure how to define their current camaraderie.
"Perhaps we shouldn't question a good thing" he suggested, his eyes never leaving hers as he brushed his lips across her hand.
Sarah felt herself blushing at that brief contact. 'Why does he make me feel like I'm 15 again?' she wondered. Sarah had no disillusions about what she felt - she'd felt that way for 7 years. But she wasn't going to give in until she was certain he wasn't trying to take advantage of her.
Jareth, on the other hand, was seriously fighting the urge to read her mind right then. He hadn't missed the way her face reddened when he's kissed her hand, not to mention the way they'd been flirting all afternoon. So why was she still distant? He doubted it had much to do with Matt, was she still afraid of him? Or was she merely stringing him along?
She nudged him to get his attention. "We've got to go?"
"Go? Why?"
"The mayor's dinner, remember?"
She laughed at the look of disappointment that crossed his face. "Don't look so excited. Oh, and let me warn you, the food is atrocious, so eat as little as possible. And stay away from the Mr. And Mrs. Landon. Those two will talk your ear off about the only subjects they know: wine and dog-breeding. Both get pretty boring after about 10 minutes."
The look of disappointment quickly turned to that of disgust. "What if we skip it altogether" he suggested.
Sarah only laughed some more. "Tempting, but since you're the guest of honor, I think you're somewhat obligated to show up. Tell you what, though. Since I am still incredibly grateful to you for taking care of my interview, I will gallantly defend you from the horrors of the Mayor's banquet." she declared while dramatically placing her hand across her heart as if swearing a sacred oath.
He laughed with her "You defending me? Not very chivalrous I'm afraid, but I suppose I should take any promise of your company that I can get."
Sarah averted her eyes from the meaningful gaze he was sending her way. Instead of commenting she stepped off the curb to hail a cab. Jareth merely sighed at her refusal to acknowledge his comment and opened the door for her when the cab pulled up. They rode to the banquet hall in silence; however, when a bump in the road caused Jareth to wrap his arm around her shoulders protectively, she didn't pull away.