A.N.: It occurred to me that I couldn't just leave that first chapter hanging if I wanted you to come back, so here's a little more for you to chew on. This is where most of the R-rating comes into play, so consider yourself warned. Theme song: "Flames" by VAST.
Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Labyrinth, yada yada yada
She didn't even bother acting surprised, no need to give him any more of the upper hand. The fact that she was still drunk enough to be feeling amorous was trouble enough. 'Damn hormones. Damn Goblin Kings' she thought, and upon hearing him chuckle softly behind her she worried if maybe she had actually said that outloud. Not wanting to ask, she decided to ignore it and move on.
"Hello Jareth. It's been awhile." she greeted him as normally as possible. If the fact that she had a Fae magically transport himself into her bedroom could be considered normal.
"Yes, and nice of you to notice, I might add. I would hate to think I am so easily forgotten." he purred.
There were far too many sarcastic remarks running through her head at that statement, but the over-riding sense of annoyance that comes from being drunk and easily confused made her decide to cut the bullshit and get to the point.
"Why are you here?" she asked him. He merely smiled in response before holding out a crystal.
"I've brought you a gift." The smile stayed in place but his eyes were completely unreadable. 'Some things never change I guess.' she thought, flopping down on the bed with a frustrated sigh.
"I don't want any gifts and I don't want any riddles. You want to give me a present Jareth?" and here she looked him dead in the eye, "Just be honest with me. I am too drunk and too tired to play games, so if you just came here to mess with my head you can glitter your ass right back to where you came from. I am not in the mood."
His smile widened. "Well said, Sarah." And with a quick twist of his wrist, the crystal became a perfect red rose. "However, I would like to point out that I have always been honest with you. Riddles, yes, but lies? Never." He held out the rose to her and this time, after a moment's deliberation, she took it. The room was silent for awhile, Jareth standing there watching her twirl the rose between her fingers, knowing she was struggling with this new role.
"Why are you here?" she asked again, but this time without anger or accusation.
He sat beside her and placed one finger against her cheek, gently directing her gaze to him. "Does it bother you that I'm here?" he asked.
She thought for a moment. "No…but…if I'm not the heroine, I don't know what I am to you."
"Sarah, Sarah," he murmured as he leaned in and kissed her forehead, "You've always known what you are to me." He pulled back far enough to look her in the eye as he said this, before leaning back in to kiss her, this time on the mouth. Sarah didn't protest, in fact, she quickly wrapped her arms around him to prevent him from pulling away. Jareth had no intention of doing that, however, and after a few moments began playing with the buttons on Sarah's blouse. In return, she quickly removed his shirt entirely. He pulled back slightly, surprised at her willingness when they had technically been adversaries moments ago. As if reading his thoughts she smiled.
"The past is the past…even if it was only 5 minutes ago. Now," she said, pushing him onto his back and straddling his waist, "are you going to finish what you started or are you just a tease?"
He let out a low growl in response, quickly flipping her and pinning her in the position he himself had just been in. She smiled and began tracing her hands over his chest until she reached the top of his breeches.
"What? Still pretending to be in control?" she asked before running her thumb along the erection he was sporting. He leaned slightly into her hand and she brought the rest of her fingers to join the already working thumb. Never breaking contact, but never increasing her rhythm either, she slid out from under him until she was once again sitting up, her face in his chest. Suddenly, his pants were gone and she noticed her clothing had disappeared as well, to be replaced by Jareth's hands and fingers. He was breathing harder now, and his eyes closed as he continued to work on her.
"Look at me" she whispered. "I want you to see me."
His eyes opened and captured hers with their intensity. "You're all I've seen for the past 5 years." he said softly, his voice ragged. She didn't answer, merely crawled farther back in the bed, wrapping her legs around him and pulling him deep inside her.
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The following morning Sarah awoke with a splitting headache. Sunlight poured in and the resulting pain quickly scoured any remnants of her memory of the night before. She glanced around the room, noting that everything was in its place and she was in her favorite pair of pajamas. Her entire body ached, but she was in a surprisingly good mood, despite the hangover. 'We must have had one hell of a night' she thought, crawling out of bed to check on Beth, who was at that moment rushing to the bathroom to throw up. It wasn't until Sarah took a turn worshipping the porcelain god that Beth noticed, as she held Sarah's hair back, the owl tattooed on the back of her neck.
