Who's Saving Who?
Disclaimer: I don't own Labyrinth or the characters portrayed in the story. If you don't believe me watch the movie.
I was listening to Hey Jude today when I should've been doing my homework (*evil laugh*). Anyway that was my inspiration for this chapter. I'm a big Beatles fan. They're my favorite, next to David Bowie that is. Enjoy!
Hey Jude Don't make it bad Take a sad song And make it better Remember to let her into your heart Then you can start To make it better ~Hey Jude by The Beatles
Closing her eyes, she bit her lip and leaped from the top of the wall, her dress billowing out around her.
For some reason, instead of plunging straight to the hard stone ground below her as she thought she would, she descended slowly until her feet touched the ground without a sound. Then she saw why once she looked up and saw a not too happy looking Jareth standing before her.
His arms were crossed in front of his chest, while an upswept eyebrow was raised in a cynical manner as if demanding an explanation as to what she was doing. A boot clad foot was tapping impatiently on the stones as if to emphasize this point.
Knowing that she didn't have a good excuse for what she had done, a sheepish expression came over Sarah's face. Uncrossing his arms Jareth scoffed and then started to stalk around her in circles, watching her intently, waiting for a reaction.
Seeing that he wasn't going to get one from her any time soon, he stepped closer in front of her until they were practically toe to toe. Sarah gulped slightly, but she refused to be intimidated. She resisted the urge to take a welcomed step backwards.
"I don't recall giving you permission to the leave the castle," Jareth said haughtily in an accented growl. Sarah's eyes were now flaming with anger as she replied sarcastically, "I wasn't aware that I needed your permission, Your Highness."
Clenching his jaw, now seething, Jareth threatened, "I wouldn't talk like that if I were you." Scoffing at his audacity, Sarah replied, "Well, your not. Last time I checked I was the person in charge of my life and my decisions, not you." Smirking, Jareth fixed his gloves. "That's where you're wrong, my dear. While you live in my castle, under my roof, I am in charge of your life. You've become one of my subjects just by staying here."
Sarah crossed her arms in annoyance. "What's it matter anyway? You told me to go back to "my precious Mr. Leach". At least I was making an attempt." While she spoke she rocked slightly forward on the balls of her feet.
Grabbing her arms roughly, Jareth pushed his face right in hers and spoke low and dangerously. "Make no mistake, Sarah, I have been generous. Don't take my generosity as weakness. I've been pushed to my limits by your insolence." His strong hands were starting to bruise her upper arms, but Sarah wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of letting him know that.
His eyes burned deeply into hers, and for some reason she couldn't tear her eyes away from his alluring gaze. Yet, at the same time she knew she had to or else he would see how she felt because his eyes were so calculating that she was afraid that he could see her soul.
At the same time, Jareth, too, was having a hard time controlling his feelings for her. He was angry with her, yes, but at the same time the anger made his passion rise to unbearable. Jareth wanted Sarah. It was as simple as that. Before he could stop his hunger, he leaned forward and drank deeply from her full lips.
Startled at first, Sarah felt his thin yet soft lips against hers in a gentle caress, but slowly she began to respond. The hold he had on her upper arms relaxed a little, and then he let go of her arms, and placed them on her waist to bring her closer. Smiling when she felt his hands on her hips, she placed her arms around his neck and buried her fingers in his golden strands of silken hair.
Their bodies radiated electricity as their passions mounted. Sarah felt Jareth start to pull away, and once his lips left hers she immediately felt empty again. But, when he saw her looking flushed and her lips swollen from his kiss, he couldn't resist and he pulled her closer to his chest and lowered his head to kiss her again.
Seeing that he was about to kiss her again, Sarah placed her hands on Jareth's chest trying to push him away. "Don't please," she pleaded desperately. Appearing perplexed, Jareth asked, "Why?" "I,I just can't," Sarah stammered, and tore away from the safety of his arms.
Without looking back she ran towards the direction of the labyrinth once again. Jareth swore under his breath and watched her run from him. This would never do. If she didn't trust him now, how was she ever going to when he told her about the secret no one was supposed to know about the CIA?
Thank you everyone for all the wonderfully nice reviews even the last chapter was a bit short. I hope this one made up for it. Please review, but I say that in a non-pressuring way. Hehe.
Disclaimer: I don't own Labyrinth or the characters portrayed in the story. If you don't believe me watch the movie.
I was listening to Hey Jude today when I should've been doing my homework (*evil laugh*). Anyway that was my inspiration for this chapter. I'm a big Beatles fan. They're my favorite, next to David Bowie that is. Enjoy!
Hey Jude Don't make it bad Take a sad song And make it better Remember to let her into your heart Then you can start To make it better ~Hey Jude by The Beatles
Closing her eyes, she bit her lip and leaped from the top of the wall, her dress billowing out around her.
For some reason, instead of plunging straight to the hard stone ground below her as she thought she would, she descended slowly until her feet touched the ground without a sound. Then she saw why once she looked up and saw a not too happy looking Jareth standing before her.
His arms were crossed in front of his chest, while an upswept eyebrow was raised in a cynical manner as if demanding an explanation as to what she was doing. A boot clad foot was tapping impatiently on the stones as if to emphasize this point.
Knowing that she didn't have a good excuse for what she had done, a sheepish expression came over Sarah's face. Uncrossing his arms Jareth scoffed and then started to stalk around her in circles, watching her intently, waiting for a reaction.
Seeing that he wasn't going to get one from her any time soon, he stepped closer in front of her until they were practically toe to toe. Sarah gulped slightly, but she refused to be intimidated. She resisted the urge to take a welcomed step backwards.
"I don't recall giving you permission to the leave the castle," Jareth said haughtily in an accented growl. Sarah's eyes were now flaming with anger as she replied sarcastically, "I wasn't aware that I needed your permission, Your Highness."
Clenching his jaw, now seething, Jareth threatened, "I wouldn't talk like that if I were you." Scoffing at his audacity, Sarah replied, "Well, your not. Last time I checked I was the person in charge of my life and my decisions, not you." Smirking, Jareth fixed his gloves. "That's where you're wrong, my dear. While you live in my castle, under my roof, I am in charge of your life. You've become one of my subjects just by staying here."
Sarah crossed her arms in annoyance. "What's it matter anyway? You told me to go back to "my precious Mr. Leach". At least I was making an attempt." While she spoke she rocked slightly forward on the balls of her feet.
Grabbing her arms roughly, Jareth pushed his face right in hers and spoke low and dangerously. "Make no mistake, Sarah, I have been generous. Don't take my generosity as weakness. I've been pushed to my limits by your insolence." His strong hands were starting to bruise her upper arms, but Sarah wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of letting him know that.
His eyes burned deeply into hers, and for some reason she couldn't tear her eyes away from his alluring gaze. Yet, at the same time she knew she had to or else he would see how she felt because his eyes were so calculating that she was afraid that he could see her soul.
At the same time, Jareth, too, was having a hard time controlling his feelings for her. He was angry with her, yes, but at the same time the anger made his passion rise to unbearable. Jareth wanted Sarah. It was as simple as that. Before he could stop his hunger, he leaned forward and drank deeply from her full lips.
Startled at first, Sarah felt his thin yet soft lips against hers in a gentle caress, but slowly she began to respond. The hold he had on her upper arms relaxed a little, and then he let go of her arms, and placed them on her waist to bring her closer. Smiling when she felt his hands on her hips, she placed her arms around his neck and buried her fingers in his golden strands of silken hair.
Their bodies radiated electricity as their passions mounted. Sarah felt Jareth start to pull away, and once his lips left hers she immediately felt empty again. But, when he saw her looking flushed and her lips swollen from his kiss, he couldn't resist and he pulled her closer to his chest and lowered his head to kiss her again.
Seeing that he was about to kiss her again, Sarah placed her hands on Jareth's chest trying to push him away. "Don't please," she pleaded desperately. Appearing perplexed, Jareth asked, "Why?" "I,I just can't," Sarah stammered, and tore away from the safety of his arms.
Without looking back she ran towards the direction of the labyrinth once again. Jareth swore under his breath and watched her run from him. This would never do. If she didn't trust him now, how was she ever going to when he told her about the secret no one was supposed to know about the CIA?
Thank you everyone for all the wonderfully nice reviews even the last chapter was a bit short. I hope this one made up for it. Please review, but I say that in a non-pressuring way. Hehe.