Baby Brother
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my computer, and I definitely don't own Labyrinth.
Summary: Toby is kidnapped and then brutally killed by a criminal that's let out of prison and on parole. Sarah is baby-sitting Toby when it happens, and feels overwhelmed with guilt and grief. Seeing no other option, she goes after Toby's killer, but that seems impossible in itself. Calling upon the Goblin King once again for help, she learns a few things about life and love she never would've expected. Also that life just isn't fair no matter what.
Author's Note: OK, just a warning, this story is violent and very sad at some parts. If you can't stand violence and adult situations then I suggest that you don't read this story.
Smiling even wider, Anaoshak replied, "Glad you finally noticed." It took Sarah a moment to recover from her shock. She was dancing in the arms of a vampire, yet she didn't feel fear. Quite the opposite, in fact, she felt a little aroused in a weird way. Licking her suddenly dry lips, Sarah looked up at Anaoshak and asked meekly, "Are you a good vampire or a bad vampire." Anaoshak chuckled, a deep sound that resonated deep in his muscled chest. "I'm whatever you want me to be," he said smoothly in a seductive whisper.
Sarah shivered unconsciously and looked away from his piercing gaze. Suddenly aware of her surroundings, Sarah looked around and spotted Jareth watching her. He excused himself from the bubbly blonde creature he had been dancing with and walked over to her with an unreadable expression on his face. Addressing Anaoshak coldly, he said, "I wasn't aware that I invited any creatures of the night." Anaoshak gave Jareth a condescending smile and bowed deeply and then replied haughtily, "I wasn't invited, so I took it upon myself to invite myself."
Watching the scene unfolding in front of her with mounting anxiety, Sarah took Jareth by the arm and tugged him the opposite direction. "Thanks for the dance, Anaoshak," she said sincerely, while pulling away a seething Jareth. Once in private, Jareth asked angrily, "What in the world possessed you to dance with that monster?" Glaring daggers at him, Sarah said sarcastically, "Gee I don't know, could it be because you left me for an easy fairy?"
His eyes flashing, Jareth said coldly, "What I do is my business." Crossing her arms over her chest, Sarah gave him a pointed look. "I guess the same can be said for me then." Gritting his teeth, Jareth said, "Sarah, men in the underground are quite different from what you are used to. They only think about one thing, and I'm sure you can figure out on your own what that one thing is." Frowning Sarah said, "Sounds a lot like men from earth as well." Sighing, Jareth just stared at her regretfully. "Quit looking at me like that," Sarah said in frustration.
Smiling like the cat that ate the canary, Jareth leaned closer to Sarah and asked, "Why does it bother you." Not to be outdone, Sarah stood on her tiptoes and opened her eyes wide and got in his face. "How would you like it if I did this to you all the time." Without thinking, as it was quite impossible when she was that close to him, he grabbed her by the waist and pressed his lips to hers. Watching from afar, Anaoshak frowned in jealousy as he watched Jareth passionately embrace his Sarah.
Sarah pulled away from the kiss they shared slightly breathless and a little flustered. Her cheeks were flushed, but at the same time rosy from embarrassment. "What was that for?" she asked in confusion. His eyes darkened from the heat of the moment, Jareth purred, "Because I couldn't resist." Sarah smiled shyly and looked away. Her heart and mind were in turmoil. She felt a great attraction to Jareth, she always had, but now at the same time she couldn't stop thinking about Anaoshak. Something about the danger he represented was alluring to her.
Jareth was touched by Sarah's innocence. That's why he was so drawn to her. Unlike many women of the underground, Sarah would always be pure no matter what she did. Looking up at him demurely from her thick dark lashes, Jareth felt his lust pouring back. He wanted her so badly it hurt, but at the same time he didn't want to scare her off with his passion. He would have to go slowly with her and savor every moment they shared. Taking her hand in his own, Jareth then pressed a smooth kiss over her now heated and sensitive skin.
Sarah's breaths were now coming in fast short gasps and her heart was thudding so hard in her chest she was sure everyone around them could hear it.
Giving her a meaningful look, Jareth waved a gloved hand and the pair disappeared from the view of the dancers around them. Anaoshak glared angrily at the spot where Jareth and Sarah had just stood.
Sarah opened her eyes to find what she guessed to be Jareth's room. It was slightly big and over the top, just as she had expected it to be. Letting her eyes roam about the room, she saw Jareth emerge from the shadows staring at her hungrily. He had changed into a black silk robe that tied at the waist. It left his upper chest bare and exposed to Sarah's gaze.
"Like what you see?" he asked haughtily while sauntering over to her. Gulping hard, Sarah averted her eyes to stare at the wall beside her. "Oh come now. Don't tell me my brave and fearless Sarah is afraid of me." Giving him a look that could wilt flowers, Sarah unzipped her dress and let it drop to the floor, as did Jareth's jaw at her bold action.
Suppressing a satisfied smirk, Sarah swayed her hips as she walked over to Jareth in only her black bra and panties. Stopping so she was standing right in front of him, Sarah turned her back to his lustful gaze and unhooked her bra. Letting it slip slowly over her shoulders and arms. Turning only her head around to look at him, Sarah smiled lazily and winked. Not being to take any more of this torture, Jareth moved directly behind Sarah and placed his bare hands on her flat, naked stomach.
Lightly he caressed her stomach in small circles, gently getting wider as his hands moved farther outwards. Pulling back her hair with one hand, he placed a trail of hot kisses down the length of her soft, white skin of her neck. Groaning, Sarah pushed her body backwards to feel more of him. In turn, Jareth twirled her around and greedily smashed her lips into his passionately.
(*Cough, doesn't know how to write a love scene, cough*) Yeah, not being very "experienced" myself I decided to leave it at that for a while until I can write a suitable love scene for this story. Nothing raunchy, and nothing too, I don't know, mushy? Well, if you have any suggestions on the subject please let me know. I'm also really sorry that this took so long to post. I've been having family problems and I'm sick on top of that, so it equals not good stuff. Thanks for reading everyone, and please review.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my computer, and I definitely don't own Labyrinth.
Summary: Toby is kidnapped and then brutally killed by a criminal that's let out of prison and on parole. Sarah is baby-sitting Toby when it happens, and feels overwhelmed with guilt and grief. Seeing no other option, she goes after Toby's killer, but that seems impossible in itself. Calling upon the Goblin King once again for help, she learns a few things about life and love she never would've expected. Also that life just isn't fair no matter what.
Author's Note: OK, just a warning, this story is violent and very sad at some parts. If you can't stand violence and adult situations then I suggest that you don't read this story.
Smiling even wider, Anaoshak replied, "Glad you finally noticed." It took Sarah a moment to recover from her shock. She was dancing in the arms of a vampire, yet she didn't feel fear. Quite the opposite, in fact, she felt a little aroused in a weird way. Licking her suddenly dry lips, Sarah looked up at Anaoshak and asked meekly, "Are you a good vampire or a bad vampire." Anaoshak chuckled, a deep sound that resonated deep in his muscled chest. "I'm whatever you want me to be," he said smoothly in a seductive whisper.
Sarah shivered unconsciously and looked away from his piercing gaze. Suddenly aware of her surroundings, Sarah looked around and spotted Jareth watching her. He excused himself from the bubbly blonde creature he had been dancing with and walked over to her with an unreadable expression on his face. Addressing Anaoshak coldly, he said, "I wasn't aware that I invited any creatures of the night." Anaoshak gave Jareth a condescending smile and bowed deeply and then replied haughtily, "I wasn't invited, so I took it upon myself to invite myself."
Watching the scene unfolding in front of her with mounting anxiety, Sarah took Jareth by the arm and tugged him the opposite direction. "Thanks for the dance, Anaoshak," she said sincerely, while pulling away a seething Jareth. Once in private, Jareth asked angrily, "What in the world possessed you to dance with that monster?" Glaring daggers at him, Sarah said sarcastically, "Gee I don't know, could it be because you left me for an easy fairy?"
His eyes flashing, Jareth said coldly, "What I do is my business." Crossing her arms over her chest, Sarah gave him a pointed look. "I guess the same can be said for me then." Gritting his teeth, Jareth said, "Sarah, men in the underground are quite different from what you are used to. They only think about one thing, and I'm sure you can figure out on your own what that one thing is." Frowning Sarah said, "Sounds a lot like men from earth as well." Sighing, Jareth just stared at her regretfully. "Quit looking at me like that," Sarah said in frustration.
Smiling like the cat that ate the canary, Jareth leaned closer to Sarah and asked, "Why does it bother you." Not to be outdone, Sarah stood on her tiptoes and opened her eyes wide and got in his face. "How would you like it if I did this to you all the time." Without thinking, as it was quite impossible when she was that close to him, he grabbed her by the waist and pressed his lips to hers. Watching from afar, Anaoshak frowned in jealousy as he watched Jareth passionately embrace his Sarah.
Sarah pulled away from the kiss they shared slightly breathless and a little flustered. Her cheeks were flushed, but at the same time rosy from embarrassment. "What was that for?" she asked in confusion. His eyes darkened from the heat of the moment, Jareth purred, "Because I couldn't resist." Sarah smiled shyly and looked away. Her heart and mind were in turmoil. She felt a great attraction to Jareth, she always had, but now at the same time she couldn't stop thinking about Anaoshak. Something about the danger he represented was alluring to her.
Jareth was touched by Sarah's innocence. That's why he was so drawn to her. Unlike many women of the underground, Sarah would always be pure no matter what she did. Looking up at him demurely from her thick dark lashes, Jareth felt his lust pouring back. He wanted her so badly it hurt, but at the same time he didn't want to scare her off with his passion. He would have to go slowly with her and savor every moment they shared. Taking her hand in his own, Jareth then pressed a smooth kiss over her now heated and sensitive skin.
Sarah's breaths were now coming in fast short gasps and her heart was thudding so hard in her chest she was sure everyone around them could hear it.
Giving her a meaningful look, Jareth waved a gloved hand and the pair disappeared from the view of the dancers around them. Anaoshak glared angrily at the spot where Jareth and Sarah had just stood.
Sarah opened her eyes to find what she guessed to be Jareth's room. It was slightly big and over the top, just as she had expected it to be. Letting her eyes roam about the room, she saw Jareth emerge from the shadows staring at her hungrily. He had changed into a black silk robe that tied at the waist. It left his upper chest bare and exposed to Sarah's gaze.
"Like what you see?" he asked haughtily while sauntering over to her. Gulping hard, Sarah averted her eyes to stare at the wall beside her. "Oh come now. Don't tell me my brave and fearless Sarah is afraid of me." Giving him a look that could wilt flowers, Sarah unzipped her dress and let it drop to the floor, as did Jareth's jaw at her bold action.
Suppressing a satisfied smirk, Sarah swayed her hips as she walked over to Jareth in only her black bra and panties. Stopping so she was standing right in front of him, Sarah turned her back to his lustful gaze and unhooked her bra. Letting it slip slowly over her shoulders and arms. Turning only her head around to look at him, Sarah smiled lazily and winked. Not being to take any more of this torture, Jareth moved directly behind Sarah and placed his bare hands on her flat, naked stomach.
Lightly he caressed her stomach in small circles, gently getting wider as his hands moved farther outwards. Pulling back her hair with one hand, he placed a trail of hot kisses down the length of her soft, white skin of her neck. Groaning, Sarah pushed her body backwards to feel more of him. In turn, Jareth twirled her around and greedily smashed her lips into his passionately.
(*Cough, doesn't know how to write a love scene, cough*) Yeah, not being very "experienced" myself I decided to leave it at that for a while until I can write a suitable love scene for this story. Nothing raunchy, and nothing too, I don't know, mushy? Well, if you have any suggestions on the subject please let me know. I'm also really sorry that this took so long to post. I've been having family problems and I'm sick on top of that, so it equals not good stuff. Thanks for reading everyone, and please review.