Disclaimer: Don't own Labyrinth. Wish I did. Don't own Sarah. Could care
less if I did. Don't own Jareth. HOLY CRAP I WANNA OWN JARETH! But I
don't.
Author's Notes: Today is not a good day. Sorry this chapter's so short. I'll make it up to you, I promise.
Sarah licked her lips as she glared at Jareth. "You are a joke, Jareth. A very creepy joke, but a joke." Jareth smirked.
"Oh dear, this is a problem. Here I was hoping you would apologize. Very well. I will have to punish you, Sarah. What a pity." Sarah threw her head back. "Do your worst," she challenged.
Sarah tried her hardest to look like she could care less what Jareth would do to her, but inside, she was scared out of her mind. The Goblin King could do horrific things if he wished. Now what was he going to do? Dip her into the Bog of Eternal Stench? Plant her in front of the Cleaners? Dump her in an oubliette?
No. He wouldn't do anything. He would just...send her to her room. That's right. He wouldn't dare do anything worse. Nothing like her previous ideas.
Jareth watched her, knowing that she was pondering what her punishment was to be. Jareth smiled. She'd never guess. She was probably expecting him to be a monster, and lock her up or dip her into the Bog. //Not quite, my Sarah, not quite.\\ he thought gleefully. No, he wouldn't give her the joy of being away from him.
When Sarah's thoughts finally came to a halt, he put his hands on his hips. "Oh, Sarah, I bet you are just dying to know what your punishment is," he taunted. Sarah glared at him. Jareth continued, "Well, since you seem to want to get away from me, I think I shall bind you to me. Say, in a dance?" Jareth snapped his fingers, and immediately the two were transported to another location.
Jareth smiled inwardly as he looked around. //Yes, this is exactly where I meant to go\\ he thought. Sarah and him were dressed as they were in the crystal when Sarah ate the rotten peach three years ago. The guests were all there, but they were silent. Moving, laughing, but it was silent.
Jareth took Sarah and began to dance with her, letting them fly. As they moved, Sarah glared at Jareth. "Damn you, Jareth. Damn you to Hell."
"Now, now, Sarah. Such language."
"I'll use what language I want! Are you seriously punishing me for making fun of you? What an idiot..."
"Sarah. I would suggest you stop insulting me right this instant." Jareth smiled wickedly at Sarah. "I can think of worse punishments for you." Sarah frowned and whispered, "You wouldn't."
"I would, and you know it very well. Now Sarah, shall I sing for you." Sarah winced and shook her head. "Please don't. Please, Jareth, don't."
"Oh, you're begging me now?"
"Jareth!" Sarah hissed. Jareth smirked. //Sarah, I'd move the stars to kiss you.\\ Jareth thought. Suddenly, a thought hit him. Why not? Jareth's smirk grew to a smile as he slowed the dance.
Sarah looked at Jareth suspiciously. Why was he smiling like that? Sarah looked away for an instant, then looked back up at him, only to see his mismatched eyes closer than they had been a moment before. Sarah tried to glare at him, but it was to no avail.
//No, Jareth, no don't. Don't Jareth...\\ Sarah thought as Jareth leaned toward her. Sarah knew that what Jareth wanted, he got, but Sarah was always determined to make it difficult for him to achieve.
But now...for some reason to Sarah, she didn't think it would be the right thing. She felt as if...as if by halting Jareth's advances, she would make a grave mistake.
Sarah mentally shook herself. //Oh no...he's so close...what do I do?\\ she thought frantically. She looked into his eyes as he closed the final inches between them.
Jareth barely touched his lips to Sarah's, but he felt the charge. He only wanted to try kissing her, but the feeling he got as his lips barely brushed hers was amazing. Just as he was about to deepen the kiss, he remembered that he was punishing her, and while this may not be exactly what she wanted, these actions were too intimate for someone who didn't want them, and couldn't appreciate them.
Jareth pulled away. He held Sarah at arm's length and snapped his fingers once again, bringing them back to the throne room.
Now they were back in their own clothes, Jareth smiled happily. "Well, I found that most entertaining, didn't you?" Sarah glared at him. "No, I didn't! I can't believe you!"
"Sarah listen me, you have to understand..."
"No! I don't have to do anything. I am tired of this! I want to go home, Jareth!" Jareth felt his passion dying and his anger rising.
"Sarah! You will not speak to me in such a manner! I am your King while you are here! Now, little girl, I suggest you disappear until I drop into one of my oubliettes. This time, Sarah, Hoghead will not be permitted to help you."
Sarah glared at him then stormed to the room's entrance in the direction of her room. When she reached the archway, she turned around and yelled, "It's Hoggle!" and continued on her way out of the throne room.
"Yeah, yeah," Jareth muttered as he sat on his throne.
Author's Notes: Today is not a good day. Sorry this chapter's so short. I'll make it up to you, I promise.
Sarah licked her lips as she glared at Jareth. "You are a joke, Jareth. A very creepy joke, but a joke." Jareth smirked.
"Oh dear, this is a problem. Here I was hoping you would apologize. Very well. I will have to punish you, Sarah. What a pity." Sarah threw her head back. "Do your worst," she challenged.
Sarah tried her hardest to look like she could care less what Jareth would do to her, but inside, she was scared out of her mind. The Goblin King could do horrific things if he wished. Now what was he going to do? Dip her into the Bog of Eternal Stench? Plant her in front of the Cleaners? Dump her in an oubliette?
No. He wouldn't do anything. He would just...send her to her room. That's right. He wouldn't dare do anything worse. Nothing like her previous ideas.
Jareth watched her, knowing that she was pondering what her punishment was to be. Jareth smiled. She'd never guess. She was probably expecting him to be a monster, and lock her up or dip her into the Bog. //Not quite, my Sarah, not quite.\\ he thought gleefully. No, he wouldn't give her the joy of being away from him.
When Sarah's thoughts finally came to a halt, he put his hands on his hips. "Oh, Sarah, I bet you are just dying to know what your punishment is," he taunted. Sarah glared at him. Jareth continued, "Well, since you seem to want to get away from me, I think I shall bind you to me. Say, in a dance?" Jareth snapped his fingers, and immediately the two were transported to another location.
Jareth smiled inwardly as he looked around. //Yes, this is exactly where I meant to go\\ he thought. Sarah and him were dressed as they were in the crystal when Sarah ate the rotten peach three years ago. The guests were all there, but they were silent. Moving, laughing, but it was silent.
Jareth took Sarah and began to dance with her, letting them fly. As they moved, Sarah glared at Jareth. "Damn you, Jareth. Damn you to Hell."
"Now, now, Sarah. Such language."
"I'll use what language I want! Are you seriously punishing me for making fun of you? What an idiot..."
"Sarah. I would suggest you stop insulting me right this instant." Jareth smiled wickedly at Sarah. "I can think of worse punishments for you." Sarah frowned and whispered, "You wouldn't."
"I would, and you know it very well. Now Sarah, shall I sing for you." Sarah winced and shook her head. "Please don't. Please, Jareth, don't."
"Oh, you're begging me now?"
"Jareth!" Sarah hissed. Jareth smirked. //Sarah, I'd move the stars to kiss you.\\ Jareth thought. Suddenly, a thought hit him. Why not? Jareth's smirk grew to a smile as he slowed the dance.
Sarah looked at Jareth suspiciously. Why was he smiling like that? Sarah looked away for an instant, then looked back up at him, only to see his mismatched eyes closer than they had been a moment before. Sarah tried to glare at him, but it was to no avail.
//No, Jareth, no don't. Don't Jareth...\\ Sarah thought as Jareth leaned toward her. Sarah knew that what Jareth wanted, he got, but Sarah was always determined to make it difficult for him to achieve.
But now...for some reason to Sarah, she didn't think it would be the right thing. She felt as if...as if by halting Jareth's advances, she would make a grave mistake.
Sarah mentally shook herself. //Oh no...he's so close...what do I do?\\ she thought frantically. She looked into his eyes as he closed the final inches between them.
Jareth barely touched his lips to Sarah's, but he felt the charge. He only wanted to try kissing her, but the feeling he got as his lips barely brushed hers was amazing. Just as he was about to deepen the kiss, he remembered that he was punishing her, and while this may not be exactly what she wanted, these actions were too intimate for someone who didn't want them, and couldn't appreciate them.
Jareth pulled away. He held Sarah at arm's length and snapped his fingers once again, bringing them back to the throne room.
Now they were back in their own clothes, Jareth smiled happily. "Well, I found that most entertaining, didn't you?" Sarah glared at him. "No, I didn't! I can't believe you!"
"Sarah listen me, you have to understand..."
"No! I don't have to do anything. I am tired of this! I want to go home, Jareth!" Jareth felt his passion dying and his anger rising.
"Sarah! You will not speak to me in such a manner! I am your King while you are here! Now, little girl, I suggest you disappear until I drop into one of my oubliettes. This time, Sarah, Hoghead will not be permitted to help you."
Sarah glared at him then stormed to the room's entrance in the direction of her room. When she reached the archway, she turned around and yelled, "It's Hoggle!" and continued on her way out of the throne room.
"Yeah, yeah," Jareth muttered as he sat on his throne.
