Okay. This part is a lot shorter than I wanted it to be. But I don't have the time or the consciousness level. Cursed math problems. That also means this part is pure brain candy. The plot ain't goin' nowhere. Um, Labyrinth doesn't belong to me. Arg. Royalties could pay part of my college bills. THANK YOU to all reviewers!!!!!! You're the ones who keep me writing.
Have fun!
Ladymage ;)
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To the Victor Go the Spoils
Part 4 ~ A Man's Brain
In spite of recent events and because of even more recent events, our friendly neighborhood ex-Goblin King was experiencing a case of highly inflated ego (which wasn't unusual). There were two major factors to this:
1) The unmistakably high level of hormones that were currently waging war with Sarah's common sense. It looked like the hormones were winning. And that went to Jareth's head faster than a bottle of tequila. Subconsciously, he began checking to make sure he had free time that night (and for the next several nights). He did.
2) The dishes and the laundry. The living room was simple: a wave of his hand and it was clean. He figured he might as well finish the other two by hand since they had already been started. Looking at his handiwork, he felt an odd sense of pride and accomplishment. It surprised him as much as anything, but it still made him feel pretty damn good. He couldn't think of the last time he had actually done anything without magic. The fact that he still could was giving him a "Who's da man?" complex.
But, being Jareth, he kept it all inside.
Except for that smirk.
"Have a good nap?" he asked "innocently," taking the opportunity to flex his chest muscles directly in front of her as he reached for his shirt.
Sarah's mouth moved, but nothing more seemed likely to come out. But nothing had to. At that moment, Sarah heard the most terrifying noise she had ever heard in her life.
Her parents' keys in the front door.
"Sarah, honey? We're home!"
Sarah emitted no more than a high pitched squeak before both girl and man blinked out from the kitchen.
"Why, Sarah," the girl heard the rich tenor in her ear, "how modern of you!" Sarah blinked the spots out of her eyes to find herself in her bed upstairs. With a half-naked Jareth lying next to her. The shock was what she needed to recover.
"Why--you--!" she spluttered. "Get out!"
"I'm not the one who did it," he replied smoothly, tracing his finger down her nose. Tapping it, he told her, "You did it all by your pretty little self. So. This. must be. where. you. wanted. to. be." She gaped at him.
"Me?" she squeaked. He nodded. "I brought both of us here?" His smirk grew, if that was at all possible, and he nodded again, slowly. "Damn." This was food for thought she didn't really need right now. Especially not with the lust that was busy trying to take control of her body.
"Okay, Jareth. Get out of the bed. Now," she mumbled into her pillow. Extremely unwillingly, he complied. Sarah's father chose that moment to knock and start opening the door.
"Sarah?"
Curses played through Sarah's mind. "Quick! Get back in! Get back in!" she hissed at him. With a playful grin, Jareth dove back under the sheets. She quickly arranged them to cover him completely.
"Uh, yeah, dad?" she asked.
"Oh, I'm sorry, were you asleep?" he father asked.
"Uh, yeah. Yeah. I just woke u--up!" Sarah smothered a yelp as what felt like five fingers began trailing up her thigh.
"You all right, kiddo?"
"Yeah, fine, dad. Just a--just a cramp!" She jabbed at the lump underneath the covers and was rewarded with a smothered masculine yelp. She guessed she got his eye.
"Okay. Well, just wanted to let you know Karen and I are home and it's time to get ready for the party."
"Okay, dad."
"And, honey? Try to have everything go well tonight. Your stepmother would appreciate it."
"I will, dad," she promised, quietly trying to fend off further under-the-blanket exploration. She was awarded with a strange look from her father.
"Thanks, Sarah," he said and closed the door.
Sarah leapt out of bed and hit the lights. "You asshole! That was my father, in case you didn't notice. What in the hell do you think you're doing?"
He lounged easily along the bed. "What I thought you wanted me to do. And you didn't have to hit so hard," he pouted elegantly."
Sarah was furious as well as confused. "Well, let me tell you, if you try that again, I will personally take you to the Bog of Eternal Stench and drop you in! I can do that, can't I?" she asked uncertainly.
"If Your Majesty so desires," came the smooth reply.
"Good. Consider that a warning. Now go away, I have to get dressed." Sarah turned and began burrowing in her closet.
Sarah returned from her excavation to find Jareth still lounging in her room. "I thought I told you to go," she grumbled.
"You didn't say where, fair one," he replied.
"Go to Hell, Jareth," she answered before she thought and immediately he disappeared. If Sarah had had any energy left, she would have been extremely alarmed. Sending a person literally to Hell was not something you did. But the girl just gave a mental shrug and began to get dressed.
"Whoops."
