AN: It' took me a while to write this chapter, it's been deleted, and
rewritten so many times. If you think it's crap tell me, please.
Thank you again to all my reviewers, every time I get dispirited with this I look on the review board, and there you are pushing me on. Well here we go.
Disclaimer: I wish.
Mine
One night
'Sarah?'
Sarah couldn't believe it; she'd thought never to hear that voice ever again. She didn't dare turn around, afraid it might be a trick of the mind. She wanted to see him so badly it ached. 'Sarah?' Jareth spoke again, why was she just sitting there, couldn't she hear him. She had said his name, inviting him here.
Jareth took a step toward her, desperate now, to look at her properly. He needed to see her face.
Sarah gathered up her courage, and turned slowly, her eyes to the floor, afraid to look up, Her mind chanted over and over 'Please not a dream, please not a dream.'
A pair of black leather boots came into her line of vision,
Sarah's heart beat a painful tattoo inside her chest, as her eyes rose above the knee length boots.
Her breathing shallow, as her gaze-encountered thigh's encased in tight grey breeches,
A blush shadowed her cheeks, as her eyes were drawn to the distinctive bulge at the juncture of his thighs,
His poet's shirt was made of silk, she noted as her hands began to tremble.
As she raised her eyes to his face, she slowly got to her feet.
Her eyes rose to meet his, she searched his face. He hadn't changed; she scanned his features.
His firm mouth, strong aristocratic cheekbones, eyes strangely miss- matched, and eyebrows, that swept upward, and gave his face a sardonic expression. And lastly his hair, liquid gold, with strands of silver that fell in different lengths to his shoulders.
'Jareth.' she breathed, and took a step toward him, then quickly took a step back again. 'Why was he here? Who had he come for? The thoughts raced through her mind.
Recovering herself, she hid her trembling hands behind her back, 'What are you doing here?' hoping her voice sounded stronger to him, than it did to her.
Jareth gave a half smile that bordered on a sneer, and gave a mockery of a bow. 'Your wish is my command, my lady, I came because I was called.'
Jareth cursed himself for a fool, anger now replaced the excitement he had felt when he had heard her call, Anger at himself, for coming running to her like a lapdog to it's master. Anger at her, for calling his name, and not meaning it.
'I didn't mean to call you I was just.' Sarah was not about to tell that she had been saying goodbye to him.
'Just what?'
'Um-, just remembering my night in the Labyrinth, it is the anniversary, you know. And I was just going over what happened in my head.' Jareth interrupted
'Your babbling Sarah.' His voice was cool and hard. 'You don't need to lie to me, what do I care for your foolish mortal day dreams.' Jareth gritted his teeth. Why couldn't he just be polite to her, if he couldn't tell her how he felt, why couldn't he at least, be civil to her? Instead of constantly trying to rile her. What was it about the girl that wound him up in knots?
Sarah drew herself up. 'If you don't want to be here, just leave. I didn't mean to call you, and I certainly didn't mean for you to come here.' All the while her mind screamed; 'Please don't go!'
Jareth didn't move. To leave, now, would mean to never see her again he sensed this and knew it as truth. But she had told him to go. His pride would not allow him to apologise for his rudeness. Taking one final look at her, he committed her image to memory.
She hadn't changed in six years, not really. Her skin was still smooth and clear, her chestnut hair a little longer, it now curled at the ends, eyes that still held fire in their depths, her body, encased as it was now in a baggy nightshirt, that barely reached her knees, was fuller than he remembered, it had gained the curves of a young woman. He still desired her.
Bringing his hand up, he linked his finger together and then drew them apart; in his hand lay a crystal. He took it in his hand and prepared to use it. The crystal rolled from one hand to another, as he wove the transportation spell. But before he could finish it Sarah's voice stopped him.
'Wait please, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I am glad you came.' Then shyly 'I've wanted to see you again.' Sarah stared at the ground; she couldn't look at him while she waited to see his reaction to her words. None came, wishing that she had kept quiet; tears welled up in her eyes. She felt a finger beneath her chin, as Jareth, tilted her head up so he could look into her eyes. Seeing the tears there his breath caught, and he brought up his other hand to caress her cheek catching a tear as it fell.
'Don't cry sweetheart please don't, I didn't mean to upset you. I don't know why I said the things I did.'
'Then you'll stay?' She whispered.
'For a while' He whispered back as he lowered his head, and claimed her lips with his own.
The Kiss was born of wanting, and needing, it touched them both deeply.
Sarah wanted the kiss to last forever, and was disappointed when Jareth pulled away.
'Please' she said her eyes lowered to his chest where her hand had come to rest, 'please' running her hand up to cup his chin, her eyes raising to look into his, her blush spreading. 'Stay with me just for tonight, I don't want to be alone.' Jareth didn't need to be asked twice.
He needed her too much to turn away now, pulling her close again. He fisted his hand in her hair anchoring her head. With his mouth he set out to undo her and was rewarded, when he heard her moan low in her throat. Breaking the kiss, Jareth swept her up into his arms and carried her over to the bed. Sarah's heart beat wildly. Her first time had been in the back of a car after her prom, a hurried and unsatisfactory act. That had left her with no desire to repeat the process. But this, what Jareth was making her feel was new and wonderful and he had yet to touch her intimately.
Jareth slipped his hand from beneath her knees, bending down to remove his boots, He took the time to calm himself a little, he wouldn't rush this, wanting to take the time to savour her. He had dreamed of this moment for six years, promising himself not to ruin it for both if them, by going too fast.
Turning back to her he drew her up to a sitting position, and took hold of the bottom of her T-shirt, he whispered 'Be sure,' In answer she put her hand over his, and began to raise the shirt up, and over her head. His breath held as he looked at her, a few scraps of materiel still covering her from his eyes. Still looking directly at her, Jareth removed his own shirt. Sarah looked over his bare chest, and the well-defined muscles. She reached out to touch him, but hesitated, looking first into his eyes for permission, in response he took her hand, and placed it on his chest. She ran her hand over the pale skin, and saw his muscles react, feeling empowered, knowing he wanted her to touch him, as much as she wanted him to touch her.
Jareth pushed her back on the bed, kissing her as he let his hand roam her shoulders her neck and finally traced his finger, down her bra strap, down to her waiting breasts that ached to be touched. Reaching around to her back he flicked open the clasp. And deftly removed her bra.
His mouth moved from hers to trail down, her throat over her breasts his tongue trailing circles around her nipples, causing her to shift restlessly, her own hand roaming, she wanted to touch him everywhere.
Jareth made his way back up to her and kissed her sweetly. She whimpered, when his warmth left her. The cold of the room sent chills along her hot skin.
Jareth removed his breeches, while looking at her, She was so beautiful, her body almost shining in the moonlight, that bathed it's light across the bed. He laid himself next to her on the bed. Leaning over her he began kissing her again, building the fire within her all over again, his hand skimming her body down to the flat of her stomach, dipping his hands under the materiel of her underwear, he pulled them down sliding his hand down her legs he removed the underwear, then trace his fingers back up, and cupped her.
Sarah nearly came off the bed at his intimate touch; her moans were louder now in the quite room. Jareth positioned himself atop of her and stroked her thigh, silently asking her to open for him. When she did he rested himself between her thighs. His breathing was deep and ragged; he paused there while he tried to reign in his ardour.
Sarah was on fire, every nerve ending screamed out to Jareth.
'Why had he stopped?' she opened her eyes, the look in her eyes made her tremble, his eyes burned with passion.
Sarah placed her hand on his chest she could feel the frantic beat of his heart against her palm. She whispered, 'Now please now.' Her voice crushed the last of his control. He could not wait any longer, he slid into her, a moan tore out of him, she was so deliciously smooth and tight, he was never going to last.
Sarah's hips rose up to meet his, and he was lost, the pace accelerated, there was no sound, but they're frantic breathing.
Sarah felt as though she was teetering on the edge of a precipice, not sure if she should let herself go. Jareth movements sent her higher, and closer to the edge.
'Open your eyes.' Jareth demanded, his voice hoarse, the passion threatening to engulf him. Sarah obeyed 'I need to see you, I need to watch you find fulfilment'
His eyes locked on her as he lifted her hips, and slammed into her, wringing a scream from her, as she her orgasm consumed her. She cried out his name, her nails digging into his back. Jareth could hold back no longer, his roar echoed around the room. He collapsed on her, feeling weak but euphoric.
When Sarah could think again she gave a small giggle. Jareth raised his head 'What so amusing' he rolled onto his side pulling her with him.
'I was just thinking, I hope no one heard us, How on earth would I explain to my dad who you were.' Another giggle escaped
'I can just see the look on their faces, my dad saying, 'Who is that man in your bed, Sarah?' What would I say? 'Well dad it's like this six years ago, I wished Toby away to the goblins, and the Goblin king took him. I went after him, solved a really hard Labyrinth,' At Jareth amused look she went on. 'And got him back, I kind of had a crush on the goblin king, but I couldn't stay because I had to get Toby back, So six years later, I say his name aloud. He came to see what I wanted. Well one thing led to another, until I threw myself at him, and we ended up have, the most incredible sex, on my very small bed.'
By the time Sarah had finished her little speech they were both laughing, Jareth more deeply when he explained. 'I very much doubt they heard us I sent a little sleeping spell ahead of me.' At her look he added sheepishly 'well I can't be seen by just anyone you know.
Sarah put her head on his chest, listening to the comforting beat of his heart, almost dosing when he asked.
'Why did you say my name tonight, I know you've never said it before.
'How do you know that?' she asked sleepily.
'Because I've been listening for it.'
'Why?' She was more awake now.
'I asked my question first?'
'Like I said I was just remembering.' To take his mind off his question, she started tracing circles across his chest. He grabbed her hand, squeezing it slightly.
'I wouldn't do that, if I were you, or you won't get any rest tonight.
Sarah smiled as her hand drifted lower, 'I'll risk it.' Jareth laughed as he rolled her on to her back, and kissed her. 'Don't say I didn't warn you.' His voice was husky as he set to making her burn, once again.
Jareth lay awake watching the slowly lightning sky, and listening to Sarah's deep breathing, he leaned over her, smiling slightly, and kissed her forehead. She was exhausted, they had made love again, and he'd taken it much slower this time, deliberating over her, worshiping every inch of her with his eyes and his mouth. Until they found a release, so glorious.
Jareth had never found such passion in any woman, till Sarah, she was his perfect match.
But what to do now, he would court her he decided, until he could convince her to come to his castle, and be his queen. Where they would live happily ever after, such a cliché, he knew, but for them it would work, he would make it work.
But for now he had to leave the, it was near dawn, and he had to return to the castle. 'Sarah, Sarah, wake up sweetheart I have to leave now.'
'Jareth.' Sarah was barley awake, still lost in dreams.
'Sarah can you here me? I have to leave now, do you understand? But I'll be back tonight I promise. Ok.'
'I understand,' she muttered, her mind still blurred with sleep. 'You'll be back tonight. I'll wait up.' She sat up a little, her hair curtaining her face. She looked up her eyes bleary with sleep.
Jareth was already dressed. He lent over and kissed her.
'Until tonight then Sarah.' He already had a crystal in his hand; he was preparing to throw it.
'Jareth.' Sarah called softly. The crystal left his hands, 'I love you.' The crystal hit the floor shattered, and he was gone.
AN: This is my first sex scene ever, If you think it's really bad, say something and I'll delete it, and put in a simpler one. THIS IS NOT THE END...
Thank you again to all my reviewers, every time I get dispirited with this I look on the review board, and there you are pushing me on. Well here we go.
Disclaimer: I wish.
Mine
One night
'Sarah?'
Sarah couldn't believe it; she'd thought never to hear that voice ever again. She didn't dare turn around, afraid it might be a trick of the mind. She wanted to see him so badly it ached. 'Sarah?' Jareth spoke again, why was she just sitting there, couldn't she hear him. She had said his name, inviting him here.
Jareth took a step toward her, desperate now, to look at her properly. He needed to see her face.
Sarah gathered up her courage, and turned slowly, her eyes to the floor, afraid to look up, Her mind chanted over and over 'Please not a dream, please not a dream.'
A pair of black leather boots came into her line of vision,
Sarah's heart beat a painful tattoo inside her chest, as her eyes rose above the knee length boots.
Her breathing shallow, as her gaze-encountered thigh's encased in tight grey breeches,
A blush shadowed her cheeks, as her eyes were drawn to the distinctive bulge at the juncture of his thighs,
His poet's shirt was made of silk, she noted as her hands began to tremble.
As she raised her eyes to his face, she slowly got to her feet.
Her eyes rose to meet his, she searched his face. He hadn't changed; she scanned his features.
His firm mouth, strong aristocratic cheekbones, eyes strangely miss- matched, and eyebrows, that swept upward, and gave his face a sardonic expression. And lastly his hair, liquid gold, with strands of silver that fell in different lengths to his shoulders.
'Jareth.' she breathed, and took a step toward him, then quickly took a step back again. 'Why was he here? Who had he come for? The thoughts raced through her mind.
Recovering herself, she hid her trembling hands behind her back, 'What are you doing here?' hoping her voice sounded stronger to him, than it did to her.
Jareth gave a half smile that bordered on a sneer, and gave a mockery of a bow. 'Your wish is my command, my lady, I came because I was called.'
Jareth cursed himself for a fool, anger now replaced the excitement he had felt when he had heard her call, Anger at himself, for coming running to her like a lapdog to it's master. Anger at her, for calling his name, and not meaning it.
'I didn't mean to call you I was just.' Sarah was not about to tell that she had been saying goodbye to him.
'Just what?'
'Um-, just remembering my night in the Labyrinth, it is the anniversary, you know. And I was just going over what happened in my head.' Jareth interrupted
'Your babbling Sarah.' His voice was cool and hard. 'You don't need to lie to me, what do I care for your foolish mortal day dreams.' Jareth gritted his teeth. Why couldn't he just be polite to her, if he couldn't tell her how he felt, why couldn't he at least, be civil to her? Instead of constantly trying to rile her. What was it about the girl that wound him up in knots?
Sarah drew herself up. 'If you don't want to be here, just leave. I didn't mean to call you, and I certainly didn't mean for you to come here.' All the while her mind screamed; 'Please don't go!'
Jareth didn't move. To leave, now, would mean to never see her again he sensed this and knew it as truth. But she had told him to go. His pride would not allow him to apologise for his rudeness. Taking one final look at her, he committed her image to memory.
She hadn't changed in six years, not really. Her skin was still smooth and clear, her chestnut hair a little longer, it now curled at the ends, eyes that still held fire in their depths, her body, encased as it was now in a baggy nightshirt, that barely reached her knees, was fuller than he remembered, it had gained the curves of a young woman. He still desired her.
Bringing his hand up, he linked his finger together and then drew them apart; in his hand lay a crystal. He took it in his hand and prepared to use it. The crystal rolled from one hand to another, as he wove the transportation spell. But before he could finish it Sarah's voice stopped him.
'Wait please, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I am glad you came.' Then shyly 'I've wanted to see you again.' Sarah stared at the ground; she couldn't look at him while she waited to see his reaction to her words. None came, wishing that she had kept quiet; tears welled up in her eyes. She felt a finger beneath her chin, as Jareth, tilted her head up so he could look into her eyes. Seeing the tears there his breath caught, and he brought up his other hand to caress her cheek catching a tear as it fell.
'Don't cry sweetheart please don't, I didn't mean to upset you. I don't know why I said the things I did.'
'Then you'll stay?' She whispered.
'For a while' He whispered back as he lowered his head, and claimed her lips with his own.
The Kiss was born of wanting, and needing, it touched them both deeply.
Sarah wanted the kiss to last forever, and was disappointed when Jareth pulled away.
'Please' she said her eyes lowered to his chest where her hand had come to rest, 'please' running her hand up to cup his chin, her eyes raising to look into his, her blush spreading. 'Stay with me just for tonight, I don't want to be alone.' Jareth didn't need to be asked twice.
He needed her too much to turn away now, pulling her close again. He fisted his hand in her hair anchoring her head. With his mouth he set out to undo her and was rewarded, when he heard her moan low in her throat. Breaking the kiss, Jareth swept her up into his arms and carried her over to the bed. Sarah's heart beat wildly. Her first time had been in the back of a car after her prom, a hurried and unsatisfactory act. That had left her with no desire to repeat the process. But this, what Jareth was making her feel was new and wonderful and he had yet to touch her intimately.
Jareth slipped his hand from beneath her knees, bending down to remove his boots, He took the time to calm himself a little, he wouldn't rush this, wanting to take the time to savour her. He had dreamed of this moment for six years, promising himself not to ruin it for both if them, by going too fast.
Turning back to her he drew her up to a sitting position, and took hold of the bottom of her T-shirt, he whispered 'Be sure,' In answer she put her hand over his, and began to raise the shirt up, and over her head. His breath held as he looked at her, a few scraps of materiel still covering her from his eyes. Still looking directly at her, Jareth removed his own shirt. Sarah looked over his bare chest, and the well-defined muscles. She reached out to touch him, but hesitated, looking first into his eyes for permission, in response he took her hand, and placed it on his chest. She ran her hand over the pale skin, and saw his muscles react, feeling empowered, knowing he wanted her to touch him, as much as she wanted him to touch her.
Jareth pushed her back on the bed, kissing her as he let his hand roam her shoulders her neck and finally traced his finger, down her bra strap, down to her waiting breasts that ached to be touched. Reaching around to her back he flicked open the clasp. And deftly removed her bra.
His mouth moved from hers to trail down, her throat over her breasts his tongue trailing circles around her nipples, causing her to shift restlessly, her own hand roaming, she wanted to touch him everywhere.
Jareth made his way back up to her and kissed her sweetly. She whimpered, when his warmth left her. The cold of the room sent chills along her hot skin.
Jareth removed his breeches, while looking at her, She was so beautiful, her body almost shining in the moonlight, that bathed it's light across the bed. He laid himself next to her on the bed. Leaning over her he began kissing her again, building the fire within her all over again, his hand skimming her body down to the flat of her stomach, dipping his hands under the materiel of her underwear, he pulled them down sliding his hand down her legs he removed the underwear, then trace his fingers back up, and cupped her.
Sarah nearly came off the bed at his intimate touch; her moans were louder now in the quite room. Jareth positioned himself atop of her and stroked her thigh, silently asking her to open for him. When she did he rested himself between her thighs. His breathing was deep and ragged; he paused there while he tried to reign in his ardour.
Sarah was on fire, every nerve ending screamed out to Jareth.
'Why had he stopped?' she opened her eyes, the look in her eyes made her tremble, his eyes burned with passion.
Sarah placed her hand on his chest she could feel the frantic beat of his heart against her palm. She whispered, 'Now please now.' Her voice crushed the last of his control. He could not wait any longer, he slid into her, a moan tore out of him, she was so deliciously smooth and tight, he was never going to last.
Sarah's hips rose up to meet his, and he was lost, the pace accelerated, there was no sound, but they're frantic breathing.
Sarah felt as though she was teetering on the edge of a precipice, not sure if she should let herself go. Jareth movements sent her higher, and closer to the edge.
'Open your eyes.' Jareth demanded, his voice hoarse, the passion threatening to engulf him. Sarah obeyed 'I need to see you, I need to watch you find fulfilment'
His eyes locked on her as he lifted her hips, and slammed into her, wringing a scream from her, as she her orgasm consumed her. She cried out his name, her nails digging into his back. Jareth could hold back no longer, his roar echoed around the room. He collapsed on her, feeling weak but euphoric.
When Sarah could think again she gave a small giggle. Jareth raised his head 'What so amusing' he rolled onto his side pulling her with him.
'I was just thinking, I hope no one heard us, How on earth would I explain to my dad who you were.' Another giggle escaped
'I can just see the look on their faces, my dad saying, 'Who is that man in your bed, Sarah?' What would I say? 'Well dad it's like this six years ago, I wished Toby away to the goblins, and the Goblin king took him. I went after him, solved a really hard Labyrinth,' At Jareth amused look she went on. 'And got him back, I kind of had a crush on the goblin king, but I couldn't stay because I had to get Toby back, So six years later, I say his name aloud. He came to see what I wanted. Well one thing led to another, until I threw myself at him, and we ended up have, the most incredible sex, on my very small bed.'
By the time Sarah had finished her little speech they were both laughing, Jareth more deeply when he explained. 'I very much doubt they heard us I sent a little sleeping spell ahead of me.' At her look he added sheepishly 'well I can't be seen by just anyone you know.
Sarah put her head on his chest, listening to the comforting beat of his heart, almost dosing when he asked.
'Why did you say my name tonight, I know you've never said it before.
'How do you know that?' she asked sleepily.
'Because I've been listening for it.'
'Why?' She was more awake now.
'I asked my question first?'
'Like I said I was just remembering.' To take his mind off his question, she started tracing circles across his chest. He grabbed her hand, squeezing it slightly.
'I wouldn't do that, if I were you, or you won't get any rest tonight.
Sarah smiled as her hand drifted lower, 'I'll risk it.' Jareth laughed as he rolled her on to her back, and kissed her. 'Don't say I didn't warn you.' His voice was husky as he set to making her burn, once again.
Jareth lay awake watching the slowly lightning sky, and listening to Sarah's deep breathing, he leaned over her, smiling slightly, and kissed her forehead. She was exhausted, they had made love again, and he'd taken it much slower this time, deliberating over her, worshiping every inch of her with his eyes and his mouth. Until they found a release, so glorious.
Jareth had never found such passion in any woman, till Sarah, she was his perfect match.
But what to do now, he would court her he decided, until he could convince her to come to his castle, and be his queen. Where they would live happily ever after, such a cliché, he knew, but for them it would work, he would make it work.
But for now he had to leave the, it was near dawn, and he had to return to the castle. 'Sarah, Sarah, wake up sweetheart I have to leave now.'
'Jareth.' Sarah was barley awake, still lost in dreams.
'Sarah can you here me? I have to leave now, do you understand? But I'll be back tonight I promise. Ok.'
'I understand,' she muttered, her mind still blurred with sleep. 'You'll be back tonight. I'll wait up.' She sat up a little, her hair curtaining her face. She looked up her eyes bleary with sleep.
Jareth was already dressed. He lent over and kissed her.
'Until tonight then Sarah.' He already had a crystal in his hand; he was preparing to throw it.
'Jareth.' Sarah called softly. The crystal left his hands, 'I love you.' The crystal hit the floor shattered, and he was gone.
AN: This is my first sex scene ever, If you think it's really bad, say something and I'll delete it, and put in a simpler one. THIS IS NOT THE END...
