Oh, my god! I posted a chapter!? What the hell happened to me? … In fact, I'm trying to tell you, guys, that I'm sorry for not posting earlier.
Yes, yes, I know, I said I'd study for my exams but I couldn't help writing!!!! Wah! Why don't they create a 'fan fiction exam'? I'm sure I'll be able to have an average grade in that kind of course!!!! Oh, my god! I can't believe I wrote that. BTW, part 7 is already in work! No! I should work on my math… Oh, why bother, I know I'll end up writing this story.
IMPORTANT NOTE: If you can write Jareth's, Emerald's and Galion's ballad, please go ahead! No need to ask and when it's done, send it to me and I'll choose the best!!!! (my god! It sounds like a contest!)
Oh, and yes, I'm French!!!!!! ^_______^ Et fière de l'être.
Disclaimers: yes, yes, I don't own the Labyrinth. What a pity, though. The song belongs to a French singer called Gerald De Palmas.
A problem of trust.
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Celia
left them shortly after, leaving Sarah and Hoggle sitting next to one another,
still watching Calandra and Nathan playing with Sir Didymus and Ludo. Sarah's
heart ached in a strange way: for Jareth, first, but also for Galion and his
children.
Well, in fact, it wasn't actually a strange way; maybe, it was the fact of them
having something she wasn't part of. Sarah suddenly shook her head. You,
stupid, you can't expect them to have no life before you! Stupid… Sarah sighed.
Why was it so annoying not to be more involved in their lives? In… Jareth's
life?
Sensing her melancholy, Hoggle started to chat about anything, and Sarah, glad of his interruption of her gloomy thoughts, started to chat with him, as heartily as she had in her young years, pushing her annoying thoughts on a cocky Goblin King far in her mind.
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Celia
came back around noon with some strong goblins carrying a long table, others
carrying chairs while the smallest of them brought food and glasses. Under
Celia's directive, they settled the table and dressed it for a nice lunch
besides the pond. Sarah watched, surprised, the first goblins she's seen since
she had came back to the Labyrinth: they looked taller and calmer… Well, maybe,
they were behaving because Celia kept on promising them a swim in the Bog if
one glass was broken. A smile on her lips, Sarah stood up and made her way to
Celia, Hoggle following her. Some small goblins came running and laughing,
encircling shortly Calandra and Nathan, pulling on Ludo's arms, half of them
asking too to be lifted like he did with Calandra while the other half ran to
organize a small war with Sir Didymus and Nathan.
Sarah couldn't believe her eyes: these small goblins looked so much like the
humans children… A sad thought ran through her mind, her smile turning bitter.
Well, maybe they were humans, before, some unwanted children the Goblin King
took away. Some unwanted children...
She clenched her fists and stopped abruptly. Hoggle, looking at the children
too, didn't realize her halt and bumped in her. Sarah whirled around.
"Oh, Hoggle. I'm sorry."
Hoggle
rub his brow and answered. "Nay. It's alright, I was being silly, not looking
where I was going."
"My thoughts exactly, Hogbrain. You've confessed yourself in being stupid." A
amused voice made Hoggle and Sarah turn around to find the Goblin King, an
insolent smile on his perfect lips, leaning against a tree, his arms crossed on
his broad chest. His cap flowed around him like water as he moved towards the
pair. Hoggle grunted back and the little dwarf, stubbornly, crossed his arms
and glared at his grinning King.
A squeal from Calandra attracted Sarah's attention and she drifted her eyes
back to the little girl: Galion was there, laughing, small goblins trying to
climb on his back while Calandra, from Ludo's shoulders yelled something
happily. Sarah only took notice of Jareth's approach when Hoggle poked her in
the arm. Sarah turned back to Jareth and her eyes froze him on the spot.
A stupid
comment on the whatever-his-name-was dwarf on the lips, Jareth stood rotten to
the ground when Sarah turned to him: she looked like she was ready to cry. But
she was only looking at Galion making a fool of himself among the brats… Jareth
nervously cast a glance at the children but nothing was wrong, there. Nothing
to cause such infinite sadness in her eyes.
"Sarah?" Throat dry, Jareth tried to touch her but she backed away. Hurt shone
in his mismatched eyes and he dropped his hands in defeat.
Sensing something wrong, Hoggle turned to look at the human woman behind him.
"Sarah?" he repeated, surprised and shocked by her sudden behavior.
Sarah didn't answer: she could only look at Jareth or rather at the Goblin
King. He, who took the unwanted children of the Aboveground, he, who stole babies
from their cribs, he, who ruled the Labyrinth…
"Where are these children from?" she demanded, her face paler than never.
Jareth blinked, a bit taken by her question. "Children?" he asked, then a cocky
grin came back on his lips. "Well, Sarah, I think you're old enough to know…"
He tried to lighten up the mood, but Sarah snapped at him.
"Jareth! Did you take children from the Aboveground to turn them into goblins?"
So,
that's it. Jareth smiled inwardly and pulled an unwilling Sarah in his embrace
and murmured in her ear. "Sarah… I don't turn the children into goblins. It's
already hard enough on me, so on another being." He joked, a little laugh
building in his throat. His voice dropped an octave, making it sound husky and
reminded Sarah of another moment like that, when he had held her, why couldn't
she trust him more than that?
"I give them." He whispered, his hot breath on her neck, making her shiver in
his arms. "Fae can live as long as they wants, but in exchange, Nature made
child birth difficult and most of the time deadly. Rare are the Fae females
that can give their husbands offspring: that's why I 'steal' the small children
and I must say, that they are surely happier here than they could ever be
above."
Her mouth against his shoulder, she mumbled. "You never turn any child into a
goblin?"
Jareth held her tighter and whispered so that only her could hear. "I would
have never turned Toby in a goblin, Sarah." He squeezed her a little and turned
his head to Hoggle, still staring at them. "Higglest, get out of the way and
make yourself useful for once: go help Celia." He scowled the dwarf who only
grunted back but did as he was told, however, Hoggle promised himself that
Sarah was in for a questioning and a hard and long one. What the hell was she doing
in Jareth's arms?
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Sarah
fought back some tears and bit her lower lip. "But, I thought you said…"
"I didn't. You thought so, but I didn't. I never lie, Sarah. Hide things, yes,
but lie, never." One of his arms still encircling her waist, his other hand
cupped her chin to force Sarah to look at him in the eyes.
Hers shone with tears, but she managed to smile softly to him and whispered.
"Isn't hiding a form of lying too?"
Jareth burst in laughter and hugged her tighter.
"Jareth, I have to go to the Aboveground tomorrow. Today, it's Thursday and I…"
Sarah started to explain, her head rested on Jareth's shoulder.
He squeezed her a little and closed his eyes, his cheek against the softness of
her hair. "I know, you have to be at your parents' tomorrow night. I'll go with
you." He whispered, lost in his world, begging from the bottom of his heart
Time to stop.
A pregnant pause stood between them before the words made sense to Sarah and
that she managed to caw. "What?"
"I'll go with you." He said again, inwardly amused by her blank expression.
Sarah withdrew from his embrace and started to scowl at him. "Jareth. This is
not a…"
Disappointed and feeling suddenly swallow when Sarah left his arms, Jareth
pouted at her and managed quite nicely because Sarah didn't resist when he took
her back in his arms. "What? I've only been under my owl form Aboveground. I'd
like to go there as a human for once."
Sarah sighed heavily and rolled her eyes heavenward. "Oh, do whatever you'll
want. I guess no matter what I'll say, you'd come."
Jareth smiled like a small child who had just been given a candy and brushed
his nose with her, making her face turn crimson, saying. "Ah, you finally
understood that it's useless to fight me because you've understood that you'll
give in… Eventually." Sarah turned her face away, while his eyes twinkled with
secret, watching her turning redder at the double meaning of his words, his
face lit up with a joyous smile.
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Sarah was
exhausted as she collapsed on her bed, in the chambers Jareth gave her. He had
made her change room and now she was no longer in the guest wing of the castle but
in the royal wing. Her room was even bigger than the first one and her bed was
embedded in the opposite wall of the main door, in an alcove, giving it an air
of hidden secrets and intimacy. Red curtains were draped around the alcove,
ready to be pulled on to hide whoever would take refuge in the bed, within the
dark red sheets made of silk.
Sarah sat up in her bed, running thoughtfully a hand on the sheets: red was the
color of blood as the color of passion and men, her bed sheets and curtains
were definitely masculine but, a bed in an alcove was quite a feminine gesture.
Sarah smiled lazily as she fell back in the bed: it was an alliance of the
masculinity and the femininity. A bed made for two. A bed for a married couple.
Was Jareth trying to tell something again?
Sarah rolled in her bed like an excited child, smiling and sighing dreamily.
All afternoon, Jareth had been… wonderful.
Always by her side, a hand on the little of
her back or playing with the end of her hair, or when Galion was busy with his
children, when nobody was looking, Jareth would plant a kiss in her hair.
Sarah rolled on her side, smiling at the memory of Jareth glaring and cursing a
laughing Galion, an angry fist raised in his direction, because the older man
was making fun of Jareth: Galion was teasing Jareth merciless about him fearing
that Sarah would be taken away be the wind, by the way he was holding her.
But thanks to Jareth's presence, Hoggle had been unable to question her
further, and she knew he wanted too! But Sarah wasn't ready to tell him. Not
yet. She didn't want Hoggle to be angry with Jareth for the stupid deal: after
all, if he wanted her to stay he could have asked, not force her, right?
Besides, if Hoggle had asked her how she was feeling around the Goblin King,
Sarah didn't know what she would have answered.
Sighing
again, Sarah sat up in her bed and took a look at her new room: it was huge
with a fireplace on her right, with shelves crumbling under books around it. In
front of the fireplace, a dark brown leather couch with two leather chairs next
to it, with red pillows on it. Unlike in the other room, here the walls were
covered with paintings: sceneries of places she didn't know, but it was the
painting with an impossible waterfall, with floating rocks all around it that
attracted her attention. She climbed out of the bed and walked to observe the
painting more closely. It was rather small, comparing to the others and a
little childish to. At the bottom of the painting, almost hidden by the frame,
a little 'J' could be seen.
No way. It can't be Jareth who did this! Sarah laughed, trying to imagine
Jareth, the mighty Goblin King, painting this, covered with blue and yellow on
his hands.
She was
so lost in her musings that she didn't hear one of the two doors framing her
bed open nor did she hear Jareth walking behind her.
Sarah gave a start when a pair of strong hands fell on her shoulders, steadying
her.
Sarah whirled around. "Jareth!" she exclaimed, putting a hand on her racing
heart. "You scared the hell out of me! Don't sneak on me like that!" Jareth
only smiled back at her and Sarah knew he was enjoying surprising her. When
Sarah scowled him, making his smile widen, Jareth finally give in his envy of
laugh. After a while, Sarah's laugh joined his and she playfully slapped him on
the arm. Jareth caught her hand and locking his eyes with hers, he brought it
to his lips for a small kiss, as an excuse. Jareth bowed insolently at her when
she gasped and looked up at the painting that was capturing her, making him frown on the instant.
"What…" he started. "The sly bastard!" Jareth was angry and was scowling at the
painting. Sarah, startled, turned to the painting again and then to Jareth, a
small smile crossing her lips. She walked to stand on Jareth's side and tiptoed
so that her mouth was just next to his ear.
Her actions were all unnoticed by Jareth as he was still busy scowling
at the poor painting.
"So, you're truly the one who did this painting." Jareth jumped in surprise,
when Sarah's low voice reached him. He quickly turned around, but she had
already backed away, giggling at his surprised face. "I think I should thank
Galion for showing me your talent for painting." She added, enjoying the fact
that for once, she was the one teasing him.
"Not if I put my hands on him first." Jareth grumbled back, walking in her
direction, but Sarah escaped his reaching hand again, as she ran, giggling,
putting the couch between herself and Jareth, who put his hands on his hips,
his eyebrows up, a small playful smile on his handsome lips.
"So, you want to play?" He asked her, leaning forward and Sarah gasped at the
picture he made: almost dangerous, but obviously in a playful mood, his body
radiating with a sensual tension: a great wildcat. "And," he kept on, his voice
turning husky, "what will you give me if I catch you?"
Sarah
shivered under his heated gaze as his eyes roamed up and down her, as if he
could see through the material of her dress. She swallowed hard, her hands
suddenly sweaty, her throat dry and her heart starting to beat at a much faster
pace than normal, and she backed away when he took a step forward. "What is it,
Sarah?" He asked her, his eyes gleaming. "If you keep this up, I will end up
thinking you're scared of me… Or of what I could do to your sweet body…" He
added in a whisper. And he vanished.
"What?" Startled, Sarah turned around but nobody was behind her, just an empty
fireplace. She turned around again to find Jareth, standing barely an inch from
her. He quickly closed his arms around her, his hot breath teasing her neck.
|
Si tu veux rester, parfait |
If you want to
stay, perfect |
Her heart
beating crazily, Sarah couldn't bring herself to look at Jareth.
"I know what I want from you, Sarah." His mouth came closer to her neck and his
breathing became faster, his voice raw and hoarse. "Little tease, push me away or else I will take you right here,
right now." He added almost painfully, his grip on her becoming almost painful.
"Sarah…" he warned again as she made no move to answer his plea. Sarah's
breathing became ragged, her heart was beating painfully in her chest and she
finally looked up to lock her gaze with his, whispering too.
"Then," she asked him, "it should be alright if I want you to, no?"
|
Si tu veux ma peau, pas de problème |
If you want to
skin me alive, no problem |
Shock
stopped Jareth's blood in its course in his veins, then, all of the sudden, its
rush resonated in his ears and Sarah felt him tremble. She managed to entangle
her arms from his firm grip to wound them around his neck.
"Sarah…" He dropped his head in the hollow of her shoulder and mumbled, "Do you know why I never tried to seduce you
when you were still Aboveground? Despite what I feel for you, I knew if I had
you back in my life, I mean talking with you, touching you, I knew I'd turn mad
if you refused me." He shivered again and Sarah held him tighter, she closed
her eyes and rested her cheek against his slender neck, her fingers, burying
themselves in the soft, fair hair.
I would even now, if you ever leave me one day.
"Elders say it's better to keep temptation out of reach. Sarah, I told you I'd
be your slave once, well, I'm afraid I already am. Push me away now, or else I
don't think I'll be able to stop myself today."
|
Si tu te demandes pourquoi |
If you wonder |
Sarah
tugged on his neck and moved her trembling lips closer to his, timidly, slowly.
It was a mere brush of lips against lips, ones trembling and shy, others
waiting eagerly but more than willing to let the first ones go till the end.
The oxygen in his lungs became scarce as soon as the velvet of her rosy lips
touched his. Jareth let Sarah lead the game: he didn't give in the urge to
explore her mouth more intimately; he didn't let his hands wander helplessly
down her infuriating body.
Sarah withdrew a little her gaze fixed on his perfect lips and, as if she was
wondering if she still had his taste of her lips, she licked them almost
absentminded. Seeing the small pink tongue darting out her mouth to lick her
own lips, like a hungry cat before a cup of cream, sent a bolt of lightening
through Jareth's system, and through his half-open lips, his breathing became
ragged while his heart was knocking like crazy in his ribcage.
To hell with what would happened to him if she told him no in the end, out of
the window his fool promises to himself to wait for her, to hell with the
consequences: he just couldn't resist her.
God, he thought, she's only here since yesterday. Yesterday… And I'm already
dead.
|
Ma
vie n'est plus, plus un problème |
My life is no
longer a problem |
Jareth
couldn't take it any longer. With a howl, like one of a wounded to death wild
animal, he captured her lips in a kiss that tugged painfully on Sarah's heart. He
bit her lower lip, just enough to hurt her a little before sucking on it,
making her moan in surrender. The dual dance of their bodies and tongues led
them, tumbling on the bed: Sarah holding tight on his collar to keep his mouth
locked to hers while he forced her to move back.
Sarah fell backwards on the bed but she immediately raised her hands towards
Jareth to pull him to her. Jareth took her hands in his, drinking in her sight:
her long hair spilling on the red silk sheets before him, her fluttered cheeks
from passion and desire she felt for him, her red lips from his kisses, her
sweet body aching for his caresses. For him, because of him. With a moan of
defeat, Jareth climbed on the bed, claiming Sarah's lips again.
I'll take what you'll give to me. No matter what it'll cost me. I'm giving
myself to you.
Jareth's fingers enlaced with Sarah's as he lied on top of her, one of his
knees, slowly, teasingly parting her legs, keeping her hands captive in his
grip. Against his mouth, he felt Sarah's lips turning into a small grin but he
couldn't wonder a long time on it as she brought her hips up against his and
brushed herself against his thick manhood. In a delighted shock, Jareth
suddenly let go of her torturing mouth to let a pain groan of pleasure escaped
his lips, as he started to sweat.
"Witch." He slanted her mouth like a man who has just found some water after
days and days in the desert. He grabbed her by her armpits and pulled her
further in the bed while Sarah was busy, trying to pull his coat out of her
way. Her fingers ran, impatient, on his tense shoulders, inside his coat and on
his broad chest.
Jareth brought one of her knees around his waist and Sarah obliged him,
bringing the other, closing her legs around his waist, her blue skirt revealing
her slim and pale, long legs.
"You're going to pay for this small joke, Sarah." He promised her against her
throat and without giving her time to do anything, fully clothed, his coat only
half way down his arms, he began to move against her. Sarah's eyes widened and
she whimpered in the sweet torture he was doing to her, clasping her fingers in
his flesh. "Ja…Ja…" she tried to call his name but she suddenly bit her lower
lip and squeezed her eyes shut, the pleasure slowly overwhelming her. She
arched her swan-like neck in his direction, shuddering under his teasing moves.
She was growing hotter and hotter,
light, where Jareth was touching her, was filling her, surrounding her,
trapping her… She started to pant and began to feel uncomfortable in her way
too warm dress.
His fingers trembling, his body slowly overpowering his will, Jareth bent his
mouth to the material of her short sleeve, which he took between his teeth and
pulled it down, slowly, slowing down the movement of his hips in the meantime.
Panting, Sarah lifted her heavy lids to look at him: eyes closed, sweat
glistening on his forehead, busy bringing her left sleeve down with his mouth.
Sarah planted a kiss on his cheek, startling him and when he turned his face to
her, Sarah felt the world around her vanished to be resumed in the man holding
her.
"Jareth," she whispered, "make love to me."
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Tossed clothes lying here and there in the room, an engrossed couple, lied naked under the red sheets of the bed, the man was playing with the woman's hand, entwining it with his own, turning it in his palm, kissing its knuckles while the woman, her head resting on his chest, above his strong heart, watched him.
Jareth suddenly stopped his little game and stared at her hand, before whispering, as if he didn't want to be heard by anybody else but her, even if he knew they were alone in her room. "See how weak I am around you?" he began hoarsely, "I had promised myself not to make love to you because I would bring to much trouble but," Jareth observed a small pause before resuming, his voice turning as husky as when he was whispering her promises of eternal love while caressing her, "looks like I failed that again because I can't help touching you…" He let his voice trailed away and looked down at her: she had raised her head and was resting her chin on his chest, staring at him.
Embarrassed because she got caught in the act of staring him, Sarah quickly turned her head away and rested it again on his broad chest. Does he regret? "Jareth, I…" she began, feeling guilty and unsure of where they were standing exactly. Jareth was offering her the world and she still couldn't bring herself to accept it. What the hell was wrong with her? Was she stupid or something? Her rational mind yelled and kicked at her.
Jareth
quickly put a finger on her lips. "Hush. You don't need to explain yourself.
And don't get me wrong; I don't regret what we've done. It's just that now, my
dreams will be plagued with your sweet scent, your lips…" that he kissed
slowly, his voice turning passionate and his gaze as heated as the burning sun
she had felt inside of her when Jareth brought her over the edge. "Your breasts…"
Jareth rolled on top of her and ran his tongue on one of her aroused nipples.
"Your smooth skin…" he then nibbled the side of her neck. "I would dream of
you, naked in my arms… Every night… Sarah…"
His last words were quickly drowned by moans of pleasure but if Sarah had
listened closely, she'd have heard him confessing her his immortal love for
her.
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End part 6.
Hey! Don't hit me!!!! I swear, part 7 is almost done!!!!
mikim