AN: Just to say thanks for the reviews it's keeping me going, Thank you especially to Cormack and The Hooded Crow for reviewing, they are my favourite Laby fic authors.
Well that's it for now, enjoy!
Mine
Closer
His eyes met hers, as he walked forward, and reached out his hand, she took a step toward him, and moved into his arms, a perfect fit. They began to dance, their movements graceful and fluid. His gaze intent upon her, he was spellbound, by the beauty of innocence in her eyes,
He desired her, his arms tightened around her.
She caught her bottom lip between her teeth.
Such a childish expression.
He stepped back, disgusted with himself, as he realised that he had actually contemplated seducing her. She was still in all aspects a young girl.
As he moved away from her, the ballroom faded, the scene shifted to the ruins of the confusion chamber.
And she was there, standing in front of him. She began to speak
'Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered.
I have fought my way here to the castle beyond the Goblin city.
To take back the child you have stolen,'
Her voice faltered, tears streaking her cheeks, she was shaking her head,
'For my will is as strong as yours,'
He tried to stop her to make her see he needed her loved her. Try as he Might he couldn't move.
'And my Kingdom is as great'
They were both held immovable, as the words came and they could do nothing to stop them. Jareth held Sarah gaze and in her eyes was world of sadness as she whispered.
'You have no power over me.' With the words said she dropped to her knees, her cry of
'Noooooooooo!' rent the air. Jareth could not help her, as he watched her, the change from man to owl, over came him.
Jareth opened his eyes, the dream still echoing through his mind.
It was still the middle of the night, but that was no surprise. Jareth hadn't had a full night's sleep in six years. He was staggered, not by the fact that he had dreamed of her, but by the fact that he had dreamed of her tonight, the night of the anniversary.
After she had defeated him he had begun to dream of her every nigh some times they would be talking, or he was watching her search, in the confusion chamber, or worse the ball room where he would be so close to her, wanting her, but feeling ashamed, because he wanted her, a fifteen year old girl. But no matter how the dream started, it always end the same, at the ruins of the chamber, with Sarah saying the words succeeding in defeating him. But tonight had been different, she had cried, and he could almost still hear her scream at the end.
It was no use speculating on dreams, Jareth berated himself, she was lost to him now, forever! It would serve him no purpose to dwell on past mistakes. He maybe able to reorder time for a Labyrinth challenger, But it didn't work for himself.
Jareth sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed, surprised to find himself naked. After a night of excessive drinking he normally woke with only his boots removed.
A Rustling from the other side of the bed drew his attention. A woman's head peeked from beneath the coverlet.
Oh god, Taren his housekeeper, 'please don't tell me I've started molesting the servants' He mumbled.
Jareth searched his memory as he blew on the candle at the side of the bed it lit with a flicker.
He could remember nothing of the night before, which wasn't unusual.
'My lord' Taren sat further up in bed, not bothering to hide the fact that she was also naked. 'Did you say something?' She touched his shoulder, her fingernails brushing down to caress his arm. Jareth just looked at her the absurdity of the moment rendering him speechless, 'well at least she appeared to have been willing.' But to dally with a member of the household staff, the housekeeper no less, It was just so unrefined, At least with the village girls he could send them home afterwards, he wouldn't have to look at them, his conscience troubling him because he had used them.
But, Taren she was his housekeeper, he saw her everyday. She could be dismissed of course, But he couldn't do that 'Damn it,' it wasn't her fault that she wasn't the one he wanted.
Taren lowered her eyes seductively, as she repeated her question, 'Did you say something, my lord?' Her fingertips still trailed his arm. Jareth made no reply but snatched his arm back and stood letting the cover slide away as he reached for a pair of breeches.
He slid his fingers trough his already mussed hair the action was unconscious as he thought of a way to handle this shameful situation, settling on a course of action he turned to the bed and without looking at her he ordered. 'Get dressed' Jareth heard her get out of bed as he walked over to the candle on his bureau and lit them adding more light. By the time he turned round Taren was pulling on her dress. In a tone of voice that was harsher than he'd intended he warned. 'This is not to be mentioned, not to me, and not to the other servants Taren. Do you understand?' her eyes down cast she nodded. 'Now leave, I've work to be getting on with.' She turned and walked to the door, Taren, Jareth's voice called out. She stopped but did not look back. 'Yes, my lord' her voice shook.
Ever Taren, If you disobey me on this I'll know.' Her nod was almost imperceptible as she left the room.
Jareth sat at his desk the candle throwing shadows over his face. He ran his hands through hi hair.
Shaking his head, and snorting under his breath, 'Rolling about with the servants. It'll be the goblins next!' He let out a long sigh and turned to his plans of the rebuilding of the furthest south wall.
Sarah tossed and turned an the bed her face sweating, as she dreamed;
Her eyes met his, and he walked forward and reached out his hand, she took a step forward, and moved into his arms, a perfect fit. They began to dance their movements graceful and fluid. She looked directly in to his oldly mismatched eyes, she was spell bound there was a world of possibilities in his eyes,
She desired him, his arms tightened around her.
She caught her bottom lip between her teeth..
Her nerves tingled
He stepped back with a disgusted look.
As he moved away from her the ballroom faded the scene shifted to the ruins of the confusion chamber.
And he was there standing in front of her. She began to speak
'Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered.
I have fought my way here to the castle beyond the Goblin city.
To take back the child you have stolen,'
Her voice faltered, tears streaking her cheeks, she was shaking her head, She wanted to stop but was unable to.
'For my will is as strong as yours,'
She tried to stop the words from coming to tell him, that she needed him loved him. Try as she Might she couldn't stop.
'And my Kingdom is as great'
They were both held immovable, as the words came and they could do nothing to stop them. Sarah gaze held Jareth's, his eyes showed his defeat and despair, as she whispered.
'You have no power over me,' She dropped to her knees as his form shifted she screamed once long, loud the cry echoing 'Noooooooooo! 'He changed, from man to owl.
Sarah came awake instantly, tears raining down still wet cheeks. She always dreamed of him when she came home it was why she never stayed passed a few days.
AN : Did anyone get the subtle hint in there?
