Smut shines over this horizon, here's a slice of lemon. (Dave Dobbyn, Slice of Heaven and the butchering of his lyrics).

Chapter 6: Feel the Magic All Around You


It took days, nearly weeks to really process everything she had learned from that morning in Harrows Lane. Sarah wasn't sure she still really forgave Jareth for putting her into Travis' line of fire. Though he seemed sincere in his apology and attempt at making up for it. She hadn't wavered on learning magic from him. It was far too risky being in his presence. She didn't know whether she wanted to kiss him or kill him every moment that they spent together. She violently bullied the thought of kissing him into the back of her mind where it certainly didn't belong but was more welcome there than at the forefront.

So it was quite a surprise when her mind suddenly changed one warm day a few weeks after her attack. She hadn't seen Travis since and she always travelled with extra precautions these days. Pepper spray in her bag, and keys between her fingers if she was walking alone. Having no physical evidence of the attack didn't mean there was no lasting emotional baggage.

She had attended a few counselling sessions and she was on her way back to her car when Travis had snuck up on her. Before her next breath, his arm was around her throat.

"As if it isn't the Devil's Whore," he whispered in her ear as he held her in a headlock. Her hands instantly went to grab his arm but then her self defence lessons kicked in. She lowered her chin, took a step to the right and then freed her left hand to smash him in the groin. As he bent down in pain she elbowed him with the same arm, sharply in the face. He released his hold to grab his nose and that's when it happened.

A perfect crystal flew out of Sarah's hand and hit Travis square in the chest, making him collapse right where he stood—a cloud of black smoke erupting from his prone form. Sarah gasped in shock, looking around to see if there were any witnesses. When she realised they were alone, she quickly checked that he was breathing and then hurried to find the nearest payphone. She called for the police and an ambulance. As instructed she waited near the entrance to the underground carpark. As she waited, she was tempted to call on Jareth even to ask what the hell had happened. She'd produced a crystal and knocked a fully grown man out cold.

Despite the warm, sunny day she shivered as she stood waiting. Time seemed to stand completely still until they turned up. After half an hour of describing what had happened (with an obvious omission) and watching Travis getting wheeled off into the ambulance, Sarah was free to go. Somehow she had escaped being arrested for attacking him in self-defence.

Again, her feet seemed to move of their own accord and she ended up outside Jareth's mother's house. This time she knocked.

Ismaila answered with a broad grin. "So happy you're back, my child."

Sarah followed her inside and May instantly found a blanket to wrap her in.

"You've had a bad day," she said as she rubbed her arms kindly.

"Travis—" she started.

"Did he hurt you?" Jareth's voice appeared out of nowhere, dark and menacing. She must have triggered the wards again. Or he was already here.

"He tried, but Jareth—" She found her words cut off as he pressed her to his chest in a semblance of a hug. Ismaila left the room almost unnoticed. His chest was warm and the shirt he was wearing, soft under her cheek. She could hear his heartbeat; she fought back the amusement that he even had one.

"Sarah, you're right to be angry with me. I should never have asked you for your forgiveness."

"No, Jareth." She pushed ineffectively away from his chest. "I used magic against him. That's why I'm shaking. I think I nearly killed him."

Jareth inhaled sharply then released her from the hug, but still held onto her upper arms. "What?"

She explained what happened, as fat tears rolled down her cheeks. "I had to lie to the cops and say that he fell unconscious after I elbowed him. They said he appeared to be under the influence of illicit substances so he probably was impaired or unwell anyway."

"They won't ever suspect you, Precious," he consoled her. "My sweet, they will lock him up now for attacking you, and you will be safe."

Sarah swallowed thickly. "On my way here, I made a fair bit of mess with magic," she told him, her voice cracking on her sobs.

"What did you do?" he asked curiously but not in an accusation.

"Hundreds of flowers grew from every crack in the pavement as I walked down the sidewalk," she confessed, with a sniff. "And I made a purple fog behind me."

Jareth winced and finally released her. "Mother is making tea. Sit with her in the front room while I clean it up."

"I am sor—"

"No, don't you dare." Jareth placed a gloved finger against her lips. "I will clean it up and then we will fix this together."

And with that Jareth steered her to sit in a rather cosy sitting room that was different to the one she'd last seen. It was less formal and considerably cosier. She sat down and curled up under the blanket. It took her by surprise when Jareth leaned down and kissed the top of her head.

"I will be right back."

As soon as Jareth left, Ismaila returned with the tea. Now that Sarah was alone with his mother, she had a few questions that had been holding space for a few weeks now.

"So you gave me the red book?"

Ismaila nodded.

"Why?"

Ismaila sat and started plaiting her long blonde hair. "I felt the magic all around you when you visited that Samhain night. I knew there was something about that wee girl who sat with me and chatted about fairies and goblins. I gave you the book because I wanted to give fate a little nudge. You were worthy."

"Fate?"

"Yes, Jareth inherited my ability to sense time," she replied, looping her plait around the top of her head. "If you take a rose seed, for example, all anyone can see is the seed. But what I can see, and what Jareth can see to a lesser extent, is that fully grown rose bush."

"I thought you'd had your magic restricted," Sarah pointed out.

"Indeed, but there is some magic that no one can take away from you. My ability to look at a seed and see the flowers in bloom can not be separated from who I am."

Sarah took a sip of her tea as she wondered what Ismaila saw in her as a child.

"When I saw you as little more than a baby, I saw your future entwined with Jareth's. You may deny it, but it is happening all the same."

Sarah couldn't deny it. Every path she seemed to run down away from him, only seemed to lead straight back to the Goblin King. Even subconsciously, she thought, as she recalled how she ended up here twice without her making the choice. She could still feel the press of his lips to her head and the butter-soft feel of his finger on her lips.

"You'll make him happy."

"What about my happiness?"

"You'll make each other happy," she said. And then she laughed. "Oh sure, you'll fight like fairies and dwarves, but he'd move the stars for you even as you tear your hair out with exasperation from his antics."

Those familiar words lulled her into silent contemplation. Ismaila prattled on about who she'd seen on her morning walk before Jareth returned.

"I was just asking Sarah to stay for tea, Jareth," Ismaila told him as he strode in the door. "You will too, won't you, my darling?"

Jareth gave a curt nod and then turned to Sarah. "All cleaned up." He handed her a crystal. "This is your magical residue. Keep it close and if you ever need to hurl a crystal at someone again, you've already got the magic. In lieu of learning how to use it, this is the very next best thing."

"Oh, Sarah, you should let him teach you."

"When Sarah sets her mind to something, there is no turning back, is there, my Champion?"

Sarah froze under his stare but eventually managed to jut her chin out in defiance. "I don't think I want to be in your power."

The only sounds in the room were the soft ticking of the clock on the mantelpiece and the breeze rattling the ancient window panes.

Her fingers traced the crystal, feeling its heavy weight in her palm. She'd always wondered what it would feel like to hold one. Would the one containing her dreams have felt heavier or lighter?

"Jareth, I am going to wash up for dinner." Ismaila rose and left the room.

"What is on your mind, Precious?" Jareth asked when they were alone.

"Do you believe in fate?"

He nodded. "I've met Fate."

"Of course you have."

"Why?"

"How do I keep ending up in your way?"

"You are far from being in my way, Sarah." Jareth sat down in an armchair and swung his leg over the armrest.

"I came here again without planning to. It just happened."

"Magic works in mysterious ways." He tapped a scale across his knee as he started humming to himself.

"You don't have to keep me company," Sarah muttered as she watched him close his eyes and cease his tapping.

"I want to." He opened his eyes and captured hers with them. An ineffable frisson ran over her as he held her gaze. Why did he have to be so attractive and mercurial? Cool and aloof one moment and affectionate the next. She could still feel his kiss burning atop her head.

"Would you like to play a game or would you like to see the library?" he asked, causing Sarah's eyes to light up and her heart to miss a beat. A library!

She chose the library. Playing games with Jareth was dangerous.

"My library in my castle is even more stunning," he gloated as they entered a room full of rich oak, and intricate tapestries. The walls were books; every surface was a shelf crammed with so many different tomes. Modern and classic books alike cluttered the room. It was magnificent compared to her three bookshelves at home. She browsed the shelves as Jareth loitered near an oak table in the centre of the room.

"Take anything you want," he instructed. "I know how you enjoy reading."

"Do you?" She looked up from her study of a first edition Dickens.

"Reading books brought you to me." He was mindlessly drawing a pattern with his fingertip on the tabletop as if what he had said meant little to nothing in the scheme of things.

"Reading a book, singular." Sarah turned back to trace her finger down the spine of Great Expectations. "And it also brought Gavin to you."

Jareth jerked his hand in a dismissive action. "I have no interest in him." Then he paused. "And all the fairy tales you voraciously consumed?"

She conceded his point by raising her brows at him. She returned to her study, finally finding a book that caught her interest.

"The Chronicles of the Labyrinth?" Sarah read the gold embossed title on the deep blue leather cover.

"You're in there," Jareth remarked. He was now sitting at the table with a pile of papers in front of him and a pair of reading glasses.

"Two questions." Sarah was more intrigued by him than by what he had said. "First, are you working?"

"I am," he agreed. "I am spending so much time up here that things are falling to the wayside. You don't mind?"

Sarah snorted. "Mind? It's nothing to do with me. I just have a hard time imagining you actually doing any work."

"What do you imagine about me then?" he said, placing his quill down and leaning back in his chair.

"Lying around your castle either drinking, eating or having sex."

He grinned; the sharp points of his teeth glinting in the low gas light of the library. "You imagine me having sex?"

Sarah shuddered and shook her head. "Not explicitly."

He sighed. "That does indeed suit me more than working, but it will surprise you to learn that despite appearances and your first impression of me, I am actually a decent ruler and quite the workaholic."

"Really?" Sarah was surprised.

"Really!" Jareth clicked his tongue against his teeth. "I do not have a wife or husband to help me with my burden. I can not delegate and my pride would not allow my kingdom to fall into ruin. The goblins are a nuisance but they're my nuisances."

"I guess I understand that."

"And your second question?"

"Do you really require glasses?" she asked. And then digging deeper, "If you have magic why not correct your cosmetic flaws?"

"My flaws?" he asked bemused, the cadence rising on the second word. "What flaws?"

Sarah pointed at her teeth. "Well…"

"My teeth?"

"And your eyes," she replied quietly, suddenly aware that offending the vain Goblin King was skating on thin ice.

"You see them as flaws?" Jareth seemed almost hurt.

"Well…"

"Sarah, darling, have I ever pointed out your flaws?"

Sarah laughed. "Daily? You've alluded to my stubbornness, my childishness, my impetuousness and my foolishness."

"I don't necessarily consider them flaws."

Sarah frowned. "You like that I defeated you? Or that I insulted your Labyrinth?"

"No, that wasn't nice," he said, crossing his legs. "She still hasn't forgiven you for that slight. But as for beating me? At the time, I was angry but I have grown up as much as you have though I haven't aged physically." He held her gaze without flinching. "I admire you for beating me. Not one in three trillion could have done what you did. No one has resisted me before. And yet, you were able to discard your dreams—your precious jewels—to save your brother. You're a unique and fascinating creature."

Sarah found herself blushing furiously. "Wow, then I guess I should be honest with you." She cleared her throat and wrung her hands as she started pacing. "Your eyes, your teeth and even your hair would be seen as flaws by most of society. They're not perfect, not trendy and too unique." She paused to assess his expression which remained indifferent. "Well, I don't consider them imperfections and they add to your…charm and beauty. There I said it, don't make me say it again. I think you're beautiful."

His face remained carved in stone. Sarah clicked her teeth together and then turned away with the thick tome in hand. She walked to the opposite side of the library and sat cross-legged on the floor. Before she opened the first page, Jareth was crouched in front of her, taking both of her hands in both of his.

"Your reluctant compliment is gratefully received." He gave her a soft smile, so different to the usual feline smirks she was used to. "While I know I am a beautiful creature, having your approval is something I crave."

Sarah couldn't understand remotely why he craved her approval but wasn't going to question it out loud. She tried turning her attention back to the book which was hard as she didn't have use of her hands.

"To answer your question, I don't need to wear them. I just like how they make me look." His thumbs stroked her hands, and regardless of how she felt about him, the action was soothing and...nice. "What do you think of how they make me look?"

Sarah nibbled her lips and studied his face. "You suit it."

"But do you like it?"

"I do," she admitted, curious as to why he cared what she thought.

He leaned in until there was almost no distance between them. "I like having your eyes on me. I have never wanted to be noticed by any eyes as much as your cruel ones."

Sarah's face felt like it was aflame. Why was she letting her enemy get her all heated up? Coils of desire twisted inside her as they stared at each other. Overwhelmed, by his proximity and the route their conversation had taken, she felt the sudden urge to kiss him. She tried to rein in the thoughts, before they took hold or at least to question why she was thinking that when suddenly she found herself leaning forward, curling her hands into the lacey lapels of his shirt and planting her lips on his.

He didn't react straight away, probably out of shock more than anything, but it didn't take long before his hands were both on her neck, his thumbs circling behind her ears. His lips were soft and the kiss was like velvet and she found herself sinking into it, the more enthusiastically he responded. When his tongue darted out, she suddenly yanked herself backwards with a gasp.

"I-I-I didn't—I don't…" She covered her mouth with her hands, mortification flaring inside her, rising visibly to her cheeks.

"Sarah." His voice was hushed and his eyes closed. "Why did you do that?"

"I don't know."

"You regret it."

"Of course."

"I don't."

He opened his eyes and one hand left her neck to stroke her cheek. "I desire you and there is no shame in that."

Sarah scoffed. "Not for you maybe. Women are shamed for their desires all the time. We are taught to be demure and never forward." She scratched her cheek, trying to hide the flames. "And you'd no doubt tease me if I felt anything as base as lust."

"Why would I tease you?" He persisted in touching her; soft, delicate, teasing strokes above her shoulders. "I want you to want me, and teasing you about it would seem counterproductive."

Sarah thought back to all the men who would laugh if she ever tried to kiss a man, or when she tried to initiate things in the bedroom. Their mocking nettled her still.

"Women are expected to be both pure and experienced," she muttered. "I am used to being mocked for being too forward."

"Darling, I would never tease you for being forward." He kissed her inflamed cheek. "I would encourage your desires not dampen them. And those boys who had the privilege to bed you aren't worthy of you, my sweet thing."

Sarah grunted in reply. Not one of her long list of boyfriends had done anything other than make her feel ashamed for her hunger. They wanted it but punished her emotionally for it at the same time. She heard Travis' words in her head, slut, as she sat there, pinned to the wall by Jareth.

"As you can see, I have no shame." He opened his legs wider and then rubbed the outline of his cock through his tight, grey trousers. "I want you very much."

Sarah's eyes were drawn to his motions and suddenly her cheeks flooded with heat again as she looked up to see him smiling again at her.

"The human race is far too prudish about pleasure," he added, releasing himself to continue stroking her hair. "You crave and abhor it in equal measures. You punish and reward different strata within your society for the same act. I do understand what you mean when your desires are debased but men's desires are held on a pedestal."

Sarah lifted her head and placed her hand on his knee. She still felt the itch of shame for having been the one to kiss him. "I guess it also is a sign of weakness. In men, sex and love are easily separated, but for women, most people assume you love someone if you want to fuck them. Men can have sex without emotional vulnerability a tonne easier than women."

Jareth was kneeling now as he continued to lavish gentle touches to her hair and face.

"Sometimes I just want to have sex with no strings attached," she admitted. "I don't think it makes me a bad person."

"No, of course, it doesn't," he replied. "I have never ever had sex while loving someone."

Sarah laughed. "I don't think that quite makes the point you want it to."

"Are you implying I am a bad person?"

"You're not a good person," Sarah countered lightly.

"I'm not a person," he said with a sigh. "I'm a king. But you're right. My morals do not align with those of humans. What you see as bad, is something the norm here and vice versa. For example, we don't hurt or neglect our children."

Sarah scowled. "That's not morally accepted here either."

"I'd disagree," he replied, heavily. "Sending a child to boarding school away from its parents for years? Unheard of in my realm."

"Do goblins even attend school, to begin with?"

"No, they're far too thick, but I have more than just goblins in my realm. All the wished away children and several fae nobility as well as lower fae. I have villages of solely humans as well."

"I never saw them."

"You didn't see much."

"I was only there for ten hours and nine of them were watching you strut around like a peacock."

Jareth gave a deep chuckle. "I love your exaggerations, sweet thing."

Sarah grunted and rested her head against the shelf behind her.

"So." His hands moved to her arms, caressing and soothing. "Will you kiss me again?"

Sarah wanted to baulk and decry his words but gingerly, she cupped his cheek and initiated yet another kiss. This one didn't have a chance to deepen when a chime was heard from somewhere else in the house.

"Bog blast it," he cursed. "It is dinner time. Best not to keep mother waiting."

They peeled themselves off the floor, both of them smoothing and straightening their clothes. Dinner was a rather light affair as Jareth and Ismaila discussed Underground happenings and Sarah listened with rapt fascination.

After dinner, they sat in comfortable silence in yet another sitting room. How many did they have? This one had decanters of brandy on little tables and many smaller card tables. Jareth was reading and Sarah had the book from the library unopened in her lap. Ismaila was painting with watercolours on a tray.

She cracked open the book and skimmed it until she found what Jareth had mentioned was in there.

Year Quisitod (The mortal year 1985)

In the thirteenth month, a wisher was granted permission to challenge the Labyrinth in order to claim back the child that was taken.

The child was Tobias Henry Williams, of Nyack, New York, United States of America, Aboveground.

The wisher was Sarah Ellen Williams, of Nyack, New York, United States of America, Aboveground, sister to Tobias.

The wish was collected; the challenge was offered and accepted. Wisher granted thirteen hours. Here is a list of the stages and obstacles Sarah Williams passed:

There was a detailed list of every step of her journey. Sarah skimmed them as they didn't reveal anything she didn't know. But below that was a list of actions undertaken involving Toby. She read this one with more curiosity.

"Dance magic dance?" Sarah queried out loud. Jareth lowered his book and peered over his glasses at her.

"It is a favourite of my smallest charges," he said. "Entertaining them is part and parcel of ensuring they feel safe and comfortable during their trying ordeal."

Sarah was quite surprised that so much consideration and care was given to her baby brother. Jareth had a nurse that changed his nappies and tended to him, but the record also stated he fed Toby himself and played with him.

"I see you didn't change any nappies though," she remarked.

"I wouldn't want to take away from Nurse June's job." Then he smiled widely. "If I am lucky enough to have my own children, I will change their nappies, Sarah. So don't let that put you off."

Sarah gave him a dark look at his implication that she wanted babies with him. "Doubtful."

"I'd stay up with an unsettled baby, so you could get some sleep," he added without humour.

"Talk is cheap," Sarah said in her most scathing tone.

"Words have power," he rejoined.

Sarah just laughed and shook her head. "Even in nonexistent, impossible scenarios, we're still managing to argue with each other."

"Nothing is impossible," Ismaila chimed in, smiling benignly. "Nothing is as it seems."

Sarah looked at Jareth's mother with an arched brow. "Are you the little blue worm?"

Ismaila laughed. "Good gracious, no. But on that note, I think I must retire. I have a long day of sitting around here alone tomorrow."

"Mother, I will stay the night," Jareth told her. "You'll have breakfast to look forward to."

"Grand," she said heavily and with a sigh, rose from her chair. "Jareth, can you clear this all away for me?"

He waved his hand and all her art tools vanished leaving the empty tray behind.

"Thank you, my son," she said with a slight nod of her head. "And Sarah, I hope you get home safely."

Sarah's eyes widened. She hadn't even thought about going home and the sudden realisation she was here past dark, horrified her. "I should have left hours ago," she stood suddenly.

"My car is still in that carpark at the counsellor's office," she said as an excuse for her sudden panic.

"Oh, my dear, stay here again." Ismaila patted her on the shoulder and then kissed Jareth on the brow as she left.

When they were alone, Sarah looked for a free table to place the book she'd been reading and then, failing to find anywhere, she clutched it to her chest.

"His name is William," Jareth said as she opened her mouth to speak.

"What?"

"The blue worm. His name is William," he lectured.

Sarah narrowed her eyes at him. "But you can not even be bothered to get Hoggle's name right and you're lecturing me about a worm?"

"That worm has a wife and children," he said, narrowing his own eyes. "Are you suggesting his life has less value on the basis that he is a worm? That's rather prejudiced of you, Sarah." His eyes gleamed and she gave him a mock scowl.

"Har har."

Jareth winked and strode over towards the door.

"Jareth, will you walk with me back to my car?" Her heart leapt into her mouth at the thought of placing her trust in him, but she didn't trust her magic to protect her; the crystal sat heavy in her pocket, taunting her for being different to every other human.

Jareth nodded. "Of course."

"Here." She proffered the book.

"Have you finished it?"

"No."

"Then keep it."

Sarah wondered what was in here that he so desperately wanted her to see, but she accepted the book and headed back out into the hall to get the rest of her belongings.

"Stay," Jareth said as she waited by the door. "Stay with me."

"With you?"

"With me, in my bed," he said plainly. "I want you."

Sarah felt that betraying heat rise up again but it was also joined by a heavy sinking feeling at her core that begged her to accept his offer.

"We're supposed to hate each other," Sarah attempted feebly.

"So? I don't think I have ever bedded anyone that I didn't loathe entirely." Then he looked askance as he considered his own words. "Well, except Icca, who I've mentioned to you before."

"The one that everyone still thinks you're still with?"

"Yes, that chap." He sighed. "I, at the very least, held him in some esteem."

"I think I will pass," she decided, betraying her libido.

"If it makes it easier, I don't hate you," he said as she turned to the door. She kept her back to him as he approached. "I admire you and I am intrigued by you. And I am very definitely turned on by you."

"So there would be no strings attached?" she asked, hoping that she could suppress her emotions. "Just a once-off; to get it out of our systems."

"As you wish," he said, his hands weaving around her waist. "Can you feel how much I want you?" He ground into her and Sarah could definitely feel how much he wanted her. His lips pressed against the back of her neck and then started a sensuous trail across her skin that sent flutters diving to her clit, and had her arching her neck. His fingers grasped her chin and turned her head to face him.

"You've dreamt of having your wicked way with me and I have dreamt of having you writhing in ecstasy in my bed," he said in a low sensuous tone. "Stay with me."

Sarah moaned as his hand left her chin and slid down her throat and her chest before he cupped a breast. "OK."

She'd have time to regret it in the morning.

"Truly, Sarah?"

She nodded and took his hand with the one not clutching her book and bag. Jareth was grinning like an over-excited child that had just been told he was allowed a puppy for Christmas. She bit her lip to suppress her giggle at his almost contagious glee.

He gripped her hand tightly as they headed up the stairs. He was practically sprinting. When they got to his room, he shut the door, released her and pressed a crystal into the door. "Soundproofing," he explained.

Sarah's jaw dropped at his room. It was three times the size of the one she'd stayed in and that many times as elegant. His bed had three stairs on the side to climb; grandiose as it was.

"A bit excessive, isn't it?"

"Not at all," he said, coming up behind her. "Put your belongings on that sofa, Precious."

She did as instructed, turning back to find Jareth was removing his boots. No foreplay then; just straight into the action. Being in his room and watching him toss his boots aside, made her suddenly nervous. He must have seen it in her face.

"Changing your mind?"

She swallowed. "Not exactly. I just…"

He stood back up and approached her. "Anytime you want to stop, just say the word."

"I am not sure I am ready to surrender my power to you."

"It's just sex, Sarah. Just pleasure that we both benefit from." He sat back down on the bed to unbutton the cuffs of his sleeves. "There is no power play or games between us. We will both get our release and both enjoy each other's bodies."

Sarah believed him. As odd as that was, his words struck a chord with her. She removed her shoes.

Once she was unshod, he smirked. "Come sit here," he invited, patting his lap. Sarah laughed and she could have acted all girlish and coy, but instead, she confidently sauntered over to him and sat in his lap. He pulled her tighter by gripping her hips as she shuffled her bottom to try and get comfortable.

"Careful," he warned. "I won't forgive you if you snap that part of my anatomy off."

"Well, you shouldn't poke it where it doesn't belong," she teased back, giving another unnecessary bottom wiggle. His hands tightened and he nipped her shoulder.

"Oh, I would argue that it does belong," he said, his voice lasciviously low. "I'd argue it belongs buried very deep inside." He gave an upwards thrust to punctuate his point.

Sarah was seconds away from ravaging him, but she managed to keep some self-control and instead threaded her fingers through his hair and leaned down to nuzzle his neck.

"Show me," she challenged.

"Happily," he said, smirking

Sarah pushed away any incredulity at her current position in Jareth's lap, as they started kissing and fondling each other with increasing intensity. Everything else ceased to exist. Her hands worked quickly to unbutton his shirt, sliding her hands across his smooth skin to try and ease the shirt off, as his hands travelled under her top, and up her spine. With a flourish, he managed to remove her top leaving her in her jeans and her bra.

Jareth's eyes fell shamelessly to her chest. "Magnificent," he said as he placed a kiss on the swell of her breast. She felt his cock twitch against her bottom as he darted his tongue out to taste her skin. Was she really doing this? Fucking the Goblin King? She forced herself to stop thinking and just go with it. She resituated herself so she was straddling him instead and they both simultaneously tried to gain friction against the other.

"Gods above," Jareth moaned, as he undid the clasp of her bra. But he didn't remove it. Instead, he leaned forward and placed a kiss on her shoulder just before the strap and then he took it between his teeth and slowly dragged it down her arm. When it was down to her elbow she slipped her arm out and the bra fell so it was only hanging from her remaining arm. She went to shrug it off, but his teeth were there before she had a chance. Sarah shivered as his teeth scraped lightly against her skin. Again, when it was as far down her arm as his mouth could reach, he released it and it fell away. Now she was exposed to him.

Sarah took one hand out of his soft hair and started squeezing her own breast, teasing her own nipple until it became erect. Jareth had been silently watching her but as soon as her nipple had risen to a peak, he mimicked her actions on her other breast. Sarah released her breast and rested her hands on his shoulders as she gyrated in his lap.

Jareth's hands roamed down her side to her hips before releasing her altogether. She felt his hands fumbling down between them. Sarah guessed he was untying his trousers, but he would occasionally knock his hands right up against her centre causing her to press her lips together and close her eyes as desire flooded her.

She couldn't wait to get his hands between her legs, so she shimmied her own jeans down part way. Jareth rolled her over so he could remove them the rest of the way. He took his trousers down directly after, leaving her more clothed than him. He kissed down her torso right up the band of her knickers and then his fingers traced the outline of the band across her waist.

"I am going to taste you, Sarah." He planted a kiss on her mons pubis above the lacy material of her knickers. Sarah whimpered but nodded hastily. His tongue flicked out, licking a stripe across the top of her panty line before moving down to her legs. His tongue was hot and wet as he licked patterns against the soft, sensitive flesh on the inside of her thighs. Sarah trembled with anticipation, arching her back and grabbing fistfuls of his silken hair. She felt his finger pull aside her knickers and another digit rubbed the seam teasingly before delving into her folds.

Moaning, she released his hair to grab hold of the headboard as he found her clit. Lazily, he circled the bud before sinking his finger deep into her core. Sarah was already feeling that delightful pressure within her as he pumped in and out several times before skimming his hot tongue across her clit. Black and white dots burst behind her eyes as she slammed them shut. The feel of him consuming her with his mouth relentlessly had her edging her orgasm far too quickly.

Before she could even take her next breath, her walls were contracting around his finger and she was crying out her pleasure. Once the spasms had worn off, she collapsed back onto the bed. Jareth gave one final lick to her oversensitive bud and then gently eased his tongue and fingers away from her. His eyes met hers and Sarah couldn't help but whimper in the aftermath.

"Precious, you were coiled tight as spring," he said before he slipped his finger into his mouth and cleaned off her wetness. The sight had her cunt pulsing stronger with each subsequent aftershock. "Did you enjoy that?"

Sarah watched as he licked his lips and wiped his chin which was covered in her essence. "Instead of getting me to rub your ego, let me rub your cock instead."

"Hmm." He crawled up between her legs and supported himself on one arm as he curled a strand of hair around his finger. The feel of his skin against hers stoked every nerve in her body. Just the sheer rawness of their combined nudity was enough to make her cunt swell and drip. "So demanding, my sweet."

He released her hair and dragged his index finger down over her nipple, around her navel and down her thigh, before grasping his cock in his hand. It was the first time she'd seen his cock and she knew his tight pants couldn't hide much, but the thickness of his head as he palmed himself, took her by surprise.

"Touch me then, Sarah," he drawled.

She placed her hand on his chest and stroked downwards until she reached his erection. Jareth moved his hand, only to guide her to grip him tight. He kept his hand there as he moved them both up and down his shaft. His girth was such that she couldn't quite close her hand the entire way around the velvet-covered hardness.

Jareth moaned every time her hand went over the sensitive tip. Sarah watched as his arousal played out across his face: his eyes rolling back, his sharp teeth digging into his bottom lip and his nostrils flaring as he tried to take in more air.

"Fuck," he rasped as he suddenly pulled away from her, his breathing coming in short bursts. "I need to be inside you, Sarah."

She angled her groin upwards as he placed the head of his cock against her folds. But he went no further. He abruptly produced a crystal and ran the cool sphere down her body. She gasped as the cool glass rolled down her hot sweaty skin.

She'd never begged before or during sex but the heat of his cock pressed against her had a plea falling from her lips within seconds. "Please, Jareth."

"Soon, Sarah-mine." He affectionately kissed her nose as the crystal turned into a vial. "As beautiful as our babies would be, let's ensure we don't have any this time around." He downed half the vial before placing it against her lips. "And it will also prevent any human diseases from spreading to me."

Sarah frowned. "What about fairy STIs?" she asked, snappishly.

"We don't have any," he said, nudging the vial against her mouth. "Unless you want to be the mother of my child starting today, take the potion."

It was sweet like liquid honey but without a gritty texture. She licked her lips as he tossed the vial away. In their brief interlude, Sarah was sure that any ardour she felt would have dried up. But instead, the ache between her legs increased until she was trying to grind against him.

"Ready?"

Sarah groaned her answer, digging her nails into the taut flesh of his back. She felt Jareth line up his cock with her entry and start to push inside her, inch by agonising inch. The fullness she already felt had her back arching and heat rushing through every part of her cunt. She'd never been able to feel a man's length with such excruciating pleasure before.

"Gods, Sarah," he breathed. "I don't think I am going to get you out of my system." He was now in right up to the hilt and Sarah could feel him right against her elusive g-spot. The feeling was heady and sent her to new heights making her oblivious to his rather heavy words. Instead, she let out a choked sob and started snapping her hips forward to gain friction, though the foreign feeling of being stretched was pleasure enough.

He bucked into her a few times and Sarah gripped his shoulders to stop herself from becoming a trembling mess. Jareth was panting against her neck as she scraped her nails down to his bottom.

"Is this agreeable?" he asked as he latched onto her neck, nipping, licking and sucking her tender flesh. "Am I hurting you?"

She shook her head and he picked up the pace. She met him thrust for thrust, their rhythm only occasionally faltering. His mouth was everywhere: kissing her lips, sucking on her neck, lapping at her nipples. Sarah wrapped her legs around his waist to drive him deeper. He groaned and picked up the pace. Sarah dug her hands into his hair and pulled him closer to press her lips against his. He swallowed her moans as he inserted a finger between them to rub her clit.

"Sar-ahhh!" His deep growl reverberated through her as he started frantically pounding into her. He had a knack for finding the right spot and she felt the flutters building up within her until they turned into full, powerful convulsions. It was her turn to have her eyes roll into the back of her head as he gave two more deep thrusts and then stilled with her name on his lips. He collapsed over her, nuzzling into her neck.

It's just sex, Sarah heard his earlier words in her mind warring against the sudden clenching of her heart. Fuck!

She rolled out from underneath him, feeling his cock slip out and hit her thigh. She scooted out of the bed, feeling his seed seeping down between her legs. She didn't spare him a glance as she wrapped a blanket around her.

"Sarah?" he asked, his tone wary. "Are you usually this quick to abandon your lover once you've finished?"

"Where is your bathroom?" She pointed towards a door half-hidden behind a velvet curtain. "Is it this one?"

"It is, but—"

"Thanks." She took off towards the bathroom, slamming the door and collapsing on the toilet. Sobs wracked her chest and she covered her mouth so he wouldn't hear her. How could she have not seen it before? How could she have not seen that however slight, she had feelings for Jareth that were now increasing exponentially because of their physical encounter? She was so stupid for falling into bed with him, thinking it would mean nothing. Her previous causal experiences hadn't meant much to her, so she hadn't expected this to feel any different.

Yet, the moment they finished she was overcome with affection for him that she did not want. And she certainly didn't want him to know she felt. It wasn't love. At least she didn't think so. She still mostly hated him. Didn't she?

After cleaning herself up and washing her face she braved returning to the bedroom. Jareth sat stiffly on the bed, his face a picture of concern.

"Are you well, Sarah?"

"I would just rather sort out my own aftercare in casual situations," she lied—well, half lied. It was true as far as the past, but for some inexplicable reason she wanted Jareth to hold her and that almost had her turning tail, back to the bathroom again.

"Do you regret it already?" he asked, with an attempt at humour and a smile that wavered when she couldn't match his tone.

She sat down on the edge of the bed still wrapped up in the blanket. "I'm fine. Just tired and reliving this afternoon in my mind." It wasn't a lie. She could still feel the hold he had around her neck. "I need to sleep."

"Of course," he said with an understanding tone that she was not used to from him. He stood and pulled back the blankets. "Would you be more comfortable with your nightdress or as you are?"

Sarah shrugged as she slipped under the blankets, too tired to really care. By the time Jareth crawled into bed next to her, she was already drifting off.


The title comes from a Savage Garden song, Chained to You.

Who would have thought that they would have had sex this early on in a bowie_queen fic? Not me! But here you are.