AHi everybody, this is my first Laby fic, what can I say, but I hope you enjoy it. And review me nicely.

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Longing

The ale helped, it always did. Jareth gave a mirthless chuckle. The longing was always there. It was worse at night. Ale masked it and allowed him precious hours of sleep. During the day he had work and could ignore the longing. He could fill his head with his duties as Goblin King. But at night the longing slammed into him without mercy, and he would remember her laughter, her courage and her eyes, there was a world of sadness within her eyes.

'Damn her eyes.' He muttered, and took a long swallow from the tankard. Then got on seriously with the business of getting totally drunk.

Taren, Jareth's house keeper looked over to her lord, the king was muttering again, soon he would pass out and as none of the servants could leave the room without permission they would all have to wait until the ale had done it's job. She let her gaze wander over the room checking that everybody was keeping busy. A young male servant yawned, Taren caught his eye and motioned him to her, the young man bowed his head and walked across the room dodging the few goblins who were still awake even at this late hour. He raised his eyes fearfully too hers. And just as quickly lowered them again.

Her voice low she hissed, 'You lazy wretch, how dare you embarrass me, have you no respect.' The boy said nothing knowing that whatever punishment was coming would just be worse if he tried to explain to her.

Alec was so tired; the king had been more demanding of late, seeming almost desperate in his attempts for the kingdom to run smoothly and to expand the already huge labyrinth. The servants were often called at odd times during the night. They had taken to taking it in turns as to who would serve him at these odd hours, and last night Alec had been on duty. The king had been extremely demanding Alec had barely finished one task when he was called to do another. Then he was on the day shift to cover for Robyn, foolish Robyn who had been caught sleeping whilst still on duty. He had been lashed severely. And from what Alec had heard he would be in no fit state to work for some time.

Alec kept his eyes downcast from Tarens malicious gaze.

Well maybe to evening would brighten up after all thought Taren. "You boy will go down to the punishment room and wait for me." She gestured to another servant "Tell Rupart to go to the shed and see everything is laid out accordingly, but tell him to wait this time I want to be there" The corners of her mouth lifted in a slight sneer, no, this evening was not going to be as dull at all.

Tarens eyes travelled the throne room once again as the young servant boy walked towards the door, he was unsteady and kept casting looks at the other servants in the room obviously looking for some sign of help. None would come, the servants knew their places knew better than to speak against her. Since the goblin king had been defeated six years ago, he had stopped noticing the people around him, and had started working on the Labyrinth making it more elaborate and dangerous, No one had wished since the mortal girl. And king Jareth had spent his days and most night working on it to make sure no one would ever beat him again. Taren looked over at her king, and rolled her eyes, He was drunk again most evenings were spent with him holding a tankard in his hand, and muttering to himself then he would sleep for a few hours. And then he'd go back to his damned Labyrinth. Sighing Taren took another jug of ale over to him, 'may as well speed things along,' she had an interesting evening planned down in the punishment shed. As she leaned forward to pour more ale into the kings tankard. Jareth leaned forward, "Let me tell you a story Taren" The goblin king whispered, taking another swig from the now full cup, Taren dipped her head in acceptance shocked that the king knew who she was. "Once upon a time, "The king began leaning back in his throne, gazing at her with eyes bleary with drink, "There was a beautiful young woman whose stepmother always made her stay home with the baby. The baby was a spoiled child who wanted everything for himself, and the young woman was practically a slave. But what no one knew was," at this the king leaned his heard back and closed his eyes his voice still low but now harsh, he went on, "The king of the Goblins had fallen in love with the girl." At this the goblet dropped from his fingers, as he finally succumbed to the drink. Taren stepped away from the throne and signalled to the two servants waiting near by. "Escort the king to his chamber "she ordered. A few sighs of relief could be plainly heard in the room, on hearing this, Taren quickly scanned the room trying to find the culprits. Only to find every head lowered, Making sure the king had left the room, she announced "The hall floor needs a thorough scrubbing, see to it." She smiled as she followed the men taking the king up to his chamber. Let the repulsive little fools sorted it out amongst themselves as to who should stay up and do the work. As she walked through the doorway to king Jareth's chamber, she took in the opulence of the room, the splendour. 'One day ' she thought 'one day I shall own furniture this fine, one day, I, will have the power and the riches that I deserve.' She walked over to the bed, it was draped in black and royal green silk. The coverlet a matching green had been pulled back and the goblin king lay on the right side of the bed, his boots already removed, "You may retire now," she told the two manservants. Every time the king fell unconscious after downing so much drink Taren would escort him to his chamber send the servants away, and she would stay to pull the sheet over the king. She had been deeply attracted to him for years, but he had never looked in her direction not once. He preferred hi conquests to be from outside the castle. Where he wouldn't have to look at the girls again after they had served their purpose." How she envied those girls. More often than not they would visit the punishment shed on their way out of the castle, and of the girls that went into the shed none ever came out. And from what she heard (and she did here everything that went on in the kingdom, her spies were every where) the people of the village had taken to hiding the younger and prettier girls when the king ventured there. She pulled the coverlet up the king's chin letting her hand stray to touch his face, but pulled her hand back as his eyes fluttered open. Taren gasped in shock when the king spoke, "No don't leave, stay" Her eyes wide she sat on the edge of the bed, not sure exactly what he had meant, "Not like that" Jareth whispered as he took hold of her upper arm, and pulled her down beside him facing her. He rose himself slightly on one elbow, Desire fluttered to life within Tarens stomach, when Jareth leaned down brushed his lips over her and mumbled, "Like this" the kiss deepened his tongue venturing into her mouth to brush against hers, at Taren's sigh of pleasure he lifted his head and sighed "oh Sarah."



AN: Ahhh, please tell me what you think!!!!!!