Chapter Fourteen: Simply Intoxicating

She lay limp and motionless, her breath even and her chest going up and down rhythmically. Dreyl was examining her carefully. Her pale skin made an almost shocking contrast with her dark nightgown and the black silk sheets of Jareth's bed, where she had been laid.

"Well? Speak, man, for the love of the Underground!" urged the Monarch, passing like a caged animal.

"Her energy levels are too low. I guess it was her first time as a cat and all what she needs is rest and some little treatment" the Healer answered, sighing. "This is getting out of our hands, Jareth. She had developed an animal form already. She will soon fulfill the… Prophecy. But that's not the point. She almost died today, Jareth... They know about her, and soon more nobles will know. What will you do then, my King?"

"I'll make her love me, Dreyl. I'll make her mine before you can even blink. I've decided that today" the Fae declared "And then… I will kill her magic part when she surrenders everything to me. It would be less painful that way and she will be normal and will forget everything about me or the Underworld"

His tone was harsh, like ice ripples emanating from him. The Healer sighed again. He would have wanted to talk Jareth out of that idea, but he owed the monarch respect above all.

"As you think its better, my Liege" he whispered and with a bow, he was gone in a cloud of sparks.

"Well, so much for a good-bye. Honestly, Dreyl is either too formal or too familiar" the King snorted (remember that he snorts like a God, gracefully and full of elegance, my dear readers). He rested his gaze in the perfect form lying in his bed and, with a movement of his hand she was surrounded by gardenias and jasmines.

"Well, to the task at hand" he whispered with a sly smile. It was his duty to seduce her, but he liked to mix duty with pleasure now and then…

Like a predator he walked in slow motion to her, his prey, never taking his eyes away from her body. She seemed to sense it and stirred in her sleep, causing her nightgown to reveal one or two more inches more of creamy, pale skin. She frowned slightly and a contented sigh escaped from her lips as she fell in a deep sleep again.

"Not so fast, my dear" he whispered. She wouldn't escape so easily from him; that was for sure.

He climbed with feline elegance to the bed, putting each hand at a side of her head and each knee at a side of her torso.

"Wake up, dearest Sleeping Beauty" he whispered into her ear. She stirred again, but did not open her eyes. Instead she nuzzled against the flowers and whispered:

"Sweet" while she took a deep breath to absorb the smell of the white petals.

"No, my dear Sarah… You are Sweet. Wake up, my love" he whispered nuzzling gently against her neck. Sarah smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, liking the sudden warmth that spread throughout her body in response to his touch, but not knowing he was on top of her.

"What a delightful dream" she mumbled lazily, still not wanting to open her eyes, just enjoying the sensations. Her hands buried themselves in his spiky, soft hair that felt cool and soft under her hands.

"Indeed, my precious one… But this is not a dream"

Her eyes shot open at the sound of his teasing voice, blood suddenly running cold.

"Spite…" she cursed aloud, her body shaking slightly. She shut her eyes again and took a deep breath before whispering:

"Well, Sarah, this is just a lovely little nightmare but wake up now"

She opened her eyes again, only to realize that in her "nightmare", Jareth was starting to bit gently her earlobe. And suddenly she realized another tiny little thing.

She wasn't dreaming…

"Get… off… me!!!" she cried, trying to pull him out of the bed, but she didn't have enough strength and, after struggling for a couple of minutes, she stopped. There was no use fighting Jareth. He had all the advantages at the moment.

"Get off me, please" she tried to appeal to his sensitive side. Unluckily for her, he didn't have one.

"My, my Sarah, you sound as though I was torturing you" he taunted, the double meaning of the sentence not going unnoticed by her.

'You ARE torturing me… in a way' the girl thought, but didn't dare to say that. Instead she turned her face far away from his and sighed.

"What happened? I mean... What did I become?" she asked quietly, her voice a mere whisper.

"How do you know you became something?" he asked quickly, forgetting about sweeping the mortal he had under him off her feet for a minute.

"My canines are sharper… That means that I have fangs, Jareth… Now would you care to explain to me exactly why?"

She showed him her new fangs with a cat-like smile and Jareth suddenly realized her features were oscillating between the ones of a cat and of a human. Most appealing…

"You changed to the form of a cat, Sarah" he finally gave in, sighing a little and placing a finger over Sarah's lips that were forming a thousand questions at the same time.

"Don't speak. Not a word" he ordered, finally the stress of the horrible day showing on his demeanor.

"I won't just shut up, Jareth" she threatened, eyes full of pride in spite of their current position in the bed. Amazing how the damn girl can give the impression of a queen even in the most… distracting moments.

"Yes, you will. I am your KING!" he thundered. She, in spite of herself, shivered and the movement almost draw the Fae mad with desire. Damn her, for eternity! She was… simply Intoxicating.

"Make me shut up then, my King" she mocked, a perfect mimic of his teasing tone and smile. That was all he could take.

"Your whishes are my command, my fair lady" he replied as her smile vanished from her pale face. Before she could even blink he had his mouth over hers and his tongue deep inside her mouth. He forgot the few principals his mother had thought him and the restrains of being the Ruler of an Entire Realm… she made him forget even his name and who he was.

She fought like a cat the first moments, she really did. She sunk her claws deep in his arms, twisting and turning under his body. He had one hand around her waist, pulling her closer to him if it was possible and another buried in her silken hair, caressing it almost lovingly.

Her instincts got the best of her then and, when she smelled his musky, sweet and purely manly scent she forgot all about what was the rational, best thing to do.

Because, damn him, he was too tempting to let pass.



Author's Note: Hi everyone, I'm back! (Insert evil laugh here, please). This little chapter cost me some time and I really don't know how they are going to end the kiss (Will she be mad? Will he regret it? Will everyone be happy ever after?). Well, I guess I will have to ask my muse for inspiration. Luckily the tests are over, but I am pretty much sure they will start again in a couple of days. Damn stupid test system!

Anyway I am also working on another fanfic about the Labyrinth. It is based on another overused plot (The 'Sarah is a magical princess/queen) but it is not like anyone I've ever read, believe me. I gave it a rather odd twist. I am currently working on a prologue and a couple of chapters of that fanfic. If you are interested in reading it send me a review telling me… Maybe I'll post it and work on that fanfic and this one at the same time!

Cheers to you all,

Sabina, the author, the Malefic bitch, pick one…