Disclaimer: so far, I own everyone except Jereth and Sarah so…yeah... and I'm just a penniless citar player… OOPS, I mean I'm just a penniless fan fic writer who believes in peace, love, and kicking preppy asses!
Rating: PG-13 for some slight sex stuff (kissing, not much else so far, some descriptions, a wee tad bit of kink, ok, a microscopic bit of kink but kink none the less... otherwise pretty safe so far… subject to change with the next chapter.)
Plot: there is one, don't get me wrong it's that I haven't come up with it fully so you'll have to read the chapters as they come… sorry…
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"Jereth... no... please... Jereth... mmm... Jereth..." Sarah tossed and turned in her sleep as images of a man that she had tried so hard for five years not to remember, raced through her head. Suddenly her alarm clock rang. She sat up gasping for breath and looked herself over. She was covered in cold sweat. "Oh thank god, it was just a dream."
"Hey Sarah, I'm going over to Kate's with Jared and Mickey, wanna come?" Sarah's roommate Becca stuck her head in the door as Sarah swung her feet over the bed. Her heart froze in her chest when she heard her speak.
"You and who?!"
"Me, Jared and Mickey, why?" Sarah shook her head and looked at the glowing red numbers on her alarm clock that rested on the nightstand next to the bed. "Well, are you going to come with us?" she shook her head again
"No, sorry, not this time Becca, I'm not feeling so good."
"Yeah, I guess so, you were tossing and turning all last night, mumbling too, I got so tired of it I went and slept out in my car."
"Oh I'm sorry Becca, I didn't mean to keep you up. Go on without me, tell Kate and Brian I said hi, and good luck at boot camp."
"Yeah, you just stay here and get better, I don't want to get sick, not before the finals." She grabbed the keys by the door and waved goodbye as she shut the door. Sarah laid back on her bed and gave a sigh.
*How long has it been since the labyrinth? Why am I dreaming these dreams? Is it me or are my hormones acting weird on me again?! Heh… * As she thought about it, broken images flooded her head. Jereth's lips caressing her skin, his hands covering her body, his wicked nails scratching down her back, so painful yet so satisfying... she shook her head to clear her thoughts. *No, it's been the same thing for five years and no problems, just because I have a few dreams now and then doesn't mean anything.*
Just then, a feint tinkling tickled the air, and a soft silky voice floated in on a tranquil breeze from the open window to Sarah's ears. Her eyes widened and she turned to face behind her. The voice was calling her name; that voice was the same voice which Sarah had heard in her dreams. It sent a chill up her spine.
"Who's there?! Come out! I know you're there!" She saw something out of the corner of her vision, turned to her head towards the door, and braced herself to see... it was just Becca's cat Apollo sitting in front of the door, licking his tail.
"Oh Apollo, you stupid thing, you wanna go outside?" She slid off her bed and scooped the orange tabby in her arms. Walking over to the screen door that led to the parking lot, she thought she saw something run across the floor. *It was nothing, just your imagination old girl, nothing more.* Opening the door, she let the warm sunlight wash over her pale face.
Struggling to get out of her arms, Apollo jumped to the ground and took off across the yard. *Well, I wonder what got into him?* She turned around and stepped back into the room, or what had been her room.
Falling, falling, falling some more. It felt as if she were falling for eternity, falling in some endless rabbit hole. Then it hit her, literally. She hit the ground with a dull thud. The wind was blasted from her body so as she felt what seemed to be a thousand tentacles lapping at her body, she could only scream inside. In midst of her panic, one named screamed loud in her head.
"Jereth!"
All of a sudden, things went black. She could feel the tentacles retreating from her body and before she blacked out completely, she heard a smooth satin voice give a sharp curse.
"Mmmm... Jereth...."
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Sarah flitted into consciousness. The room was dim and she could feel a warm body lying next to hers. She gave a soft moan as she tried to turn her head, but a sleek hand stilled her efforts. The body beside her rose and silenced her fearful gasp with his lips. Jereth shifted his body onto hers and kissed her gently. Sarah's heart raced, his body was so close to hers, it wasn't right.
She panicked as his tongue entered her mouth, swiping about hers, tasting and soothing her fears. She felt her body giving in and acting on it's own accord. She pushed him away and he reluctantly obeyed.
Catching her breath, she moved away from him.
"What's wrong Sarah, you don't look too happy to see me? You called my name, you summoned me, and I saved your life. Are you not grateful?" he stood up and walked away from the bed. Sarah sat up to look at him to see how hurt he really was, but he was gone. She looked for a door and finally slipped out of the four poster bed. She looked around her.
The room had white walls, a tall full-length mirror, and hundreds of white, lit candles. The red tapestries glowed in the eerie light and seemed to give off a bloody luminescence. The bed was set in the center of the room; its tall four posts supporting reddish black curtains. There was a large window, like what Sarah had often seen in the older French houses in her history book.
She then looked herself over; she was in a long white simple gown, made of soft silk. She moved over in front of the mirror and looked at her reflection. Her hair was its same old long brown but it had turned darker over the years and left her looking almost as white as her dress, but something caught her eye. She wore a blood droplet stone on a black chain and a matching circlet in her hair. Her eyes were their same steely silver and her lips were full and red. Her bosom rose and fell as she tried to figure out what was going on. Was this another dream? Or was this reality?
"You seem to like my mirror, I came back to you to apologize for my behavior." Sarah didn't even bother to turn around.
"What was done was done, I believe you said something like that once." Jereth stepped up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders.
"My have you grown. Such a young lady, so beautiful…" his hands moved to her waist. "Have you missed me?" she looked at his reflection, the fire that set ablaze in his eyes. For a moment they stared at each other in the mirror, bodies perfectly still, minds locked together.
"I think I have…" the words came out of her mouth without warning. Jereth smiled and looked down at her. "What about you? Have you missed me? It that why I'm here?"
"I could not last another day with out seeing you. You are my curse. You are the one who defeated me and captured my heart." He lifted his hand to her cheek. His skin was cool to the touch and his scent sweet to the senses.
"You were putting those dreams in my head, weren't you?" she still stared blankly at the mirror.
"Yes, but I must say that you excepted them willingly." He started to trace the line of her collarbone with a long slender finger.
"Jereth."
"Yes love?" Sarah turned around and stepped closer, closing the small gap that had formed between them.
"Take me, make me yours. I want you and no one else." She placed her hand on his chest and slipped it under his half-opened poet's shirt. "Jereth, I need you. Take me, please. I'll die if I can't stay here with you. You want a son, I can give you a son, if you want a—
"Shhh, my Sarah, you are tired and need your rest."
"But—
"Yes?"
"Jereth, stay with me. I don't want you to leave me."
"In awhile Sarah, I have some business to tend to, when you awake I shall be with you. Now go lye down and sleep child, I shall return to you. Gently he lifted her in his arms and carried her back to the bed. He laid her down and before she could start to protest again, he swept her in an intoxicating kiss.
Sarah could feel her lungs burning for air but he was relentless and would not let her breath. She felt his voice in her mind saying 'sleep, sleep and I will return…'. She drifted into the black abyss that was sleep and Jereth let her go.
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well this is it for this part… I know, it's not fair… well life isn't fair! Get used to it! I hope you enjoyed this, it's my first Labyrinth fan fiction and it rather takes away the goblin from the king if you ask me but I have something planned for this lovely piece…. So if you would PLEASE review…(flames will be used to warm my fr-fr-freezing hands). I am working on part two or as it would be for my pals here at home, part three, as you read this or something like that… and I haven't seen the movie in about a year or two so please have some mercy if I get something small wrong. (I.e. eye color, hair color, nail length ECT.)
Rating: PG-13 for some slight sex stuff (kissing, not much else so far, some descriptions, a wee tad bit of kink, ok, a microscopic bit of kink but kink none the less... otherwise pretty safe so far… subject to change with the next chapter.)
Plot: there is one, don't get me wrong it's that I haven't come up with it fully so you'll have to read the chapters as they come… sorry…
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"Jereth... no... please... Jereth... mmm... Jereth..." Sarah tossed and turned in her sleep as images of a man that she had tried so hard for five years not to remember, raced through her head. Suddenly her alarm clock rang. She sat up gasping for breath and looked herself over. She was covered in cold sweat. "Oh thank god, it was just a dream."
"Hey Sarah, I'm going over to Kate's with Jared and Mickey, wanna come?" Sarah's roommate Becca stuck her head in the door as Sarah swung her feet over the bed. Her heart froze in her chest when she heard her speak.
"You and who?!"
"Me, Jared and Mickey, why?" Sarah shook her head and looked at the glowing red numbers on her alarm clock that rested on the nightstand next to the bed. "Well, are you going to come with us?" she shook her head again
"No, sorry, not this time Becca, I'm not feeling so good."
"Yeah, I guess so, you were tossing and turning all last night, mumbling too, I got so tired of it I went and slept out in my car."
"Oh I'm sorry Becca, I didn't mean to keep you up. Go on without me, tell Kate and Brian I said hi, and good luck at boot camp."
"Yeah, you just stay here and get better, I don't want to get sick, not before the finals." She grabbed the keys by the door and waved goodbye as she shut the door. Sarah laid back on her bed and gave a sigh.
*How long has it been since the labyrinth? Why am I dreaming these dreams? Is it me or are my hormones acting weird on me again?! Heh… * As she thought about it, broken images flooded her head. Jereth's lips caressing her skin, his hands covering her body, his wicked nails scratching down her back, so painful yet so satisfying... she shook her head to clear her thoughts. *No, it's been the same thing for five years and no problems, just because I have a few dreams now and then doesn't mean anything.*
Just then, a feint tinkling tickled the air, and a soft silky voice floated in on a tranquil breeze from the open window to Sarah's ears. Her eyes widened and she turned to face behind her. The voice was calling her name; that voice was the same voice which Sarah had heard in her dreams. It sent a chill up her spine.
"Who's there?! Come out! I know you're there!" She saw something out of the corner of her vision, turned to her head towards the door, and braced herself to see... it was just Becca's cat Apollo sitting in front of the door, licking his tail.
"Oh Apollo, you stupid thing, you wanna go outside?" She slid off her bed and scooped the orange tabby in her arms. Walking over to the screen door that led to the parking lot, she thought she saw something run across the floor. *It was nothing, just your imagination old girl, nothing more.* Opening the door, she let the warm sunlight wash over her pale face.
Struggling to get out of her arms, Apollo jumped to the ground and took off across the yard. *Well, I wonder what got into him?* She turned around and stepped back into the room, or what had been her room.
Falling, falling, falling some more. It felt as if she were falling for eternity, falling in some endless rabbit hole. Then it hit her, literally. She hit the ground with a dull thud. The wind was blasted from her body so as she felt what seemed to be a thousand tentacles lapping at her body, she could only scream inside. In midst of her panic, one named screamed loud in her head.
"Jereth!"
All of a sudden, things went black. She could feel the tentacles retreating from her body and before she blacked out completely, she heard a smooth satin voice give a sharp curse.
"Mmmm... Jereth...."
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Sarah flitted into consciousness. The room was dim and she could feel a warm body lying next to hers. She gave a soft moan as she tried to turn her head, but a sleek hand stilled her efforts. The body beside her rose and silenced her fearful gasp with his lips. Jereth shifted his body onto hers and kissed her gently. Sarah's heart raced, his body was so close to hers, it wasn't right.
She panicked as his tongue entered her mouth, swiping about hers, tasting and soothing her fears. She felt her body giving in and acting on it's own accord. She pushed him away and he reluctantly obeyed.
Catching her breath, she moved away from him.
"What's wrong Sarah, you don't look too happy to see me? You called my name, you summoned me, and I saved your life. Are you not grateful?" he stood up and walked away from the bed. Sarah sat up to look at him to see how hurt he really was, but he was gone. She looked for a door and finally slipped out of the four poster bed. She looked around her.
The room had white walls, a tall full-length mirror, and hundreds of white, lit candles. The red tapestries glowed in the eerie light and seemed to give off a bloody luminescence. The bed was set in the center of the room; its tall four posts supporting reddish black curtains. There was a large window, like what Sarah had often seen in the older French houses in her history book.
She then looked herself over; she was in a long white simple gown, made of soft silk. She moved over in front of the mirror and looked at her reflection. Her hair was its same old long brown but it had turned darker over the years and left her looking almost as white as her dress, but something caught her eye. She wore a blood droplet stone on a black chain and a matching circlet in her hair. Her eyes were their same steely silver and her lips were full and red. Her bosom rose and fell as she tried to figure out what was going on. Was this another dream? Or was this reality?
"You seem to like my mirror, I came back to you to apologize for my behavior." Sarah didn't even bother to turn around.
"What was done was done, I believe you said something like that once." Jereth stepped up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders.
"My have you grown. Such a young lady, so beautiful…" his hands moved to her waist. "Have you missed me?" she looked at his reflection, the fire that set ablaze in his eyes. For a moment they stared at each other in the mirror, bodies perfectly still, minds locked together.
"I think I have…" the words came out of her mouth without warning. Jereth smiled and looked down at her. "What about you? Have you missed me? It that why I'm here?"
"I could not last another day with out seeing you. You are my curse. You are the one who defeated me and captured my heart." He lifted his hand to her cheek. His skin was cool to the touch and his scent sweet to the senses.
"You were putting those dreams in my head, weren't you?" she still stared blankly at the mirror.
"Yes, but I must say that you excepted them willingly." He started to trace the line of her collarbone with a long slender finger.
"Jereth."
"Yes love?" Sarah turned around and stepped closer, closing the small gap that had formed between them.
"Take me, make me yours. I want you and no one else." She placed her hand on his chest and slipped it under his half-opened poet's shirt. "Jereth, I need you. Take me, please. I'll die if I can't stay here with you. You want a son, I can give you a son, if you want a—
"Shhh, my Sarah, you are tired and need your rest."
"But—
"Yes?"
"Jereth, stay with me. I don't want you to leave me."
"In awhile Sarah, I have some business to tend to, when you awake I shall be with you. Now go lye down and sleep child, I shall return to you. Gently he lifted her in his arms and carried her back to the bed. He laid her down and before she could start to protest again, he swept her in an intoxicating kiss.
Sarah could feel her lungs burning for air but he was relentless and would not let her breath. She felt his voice in her mind saying 'sleep, sleep and I will return…'. She drifted into the black abyss that was sleep and Jereth let her go.
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well this is it for this part… I know, it's not fair… well life isn't fair! Get used to it! I hope you enjoyed this, it's my first Labyrinth fan fiction and it rather takes away the goblin from the king if you ask me but I have something planned for this lovely piece…. So if you would PLEASE review…(flames will be used to warm my fr-fr-freezing hands). I am working on part two or as it would be for my pals here at home, part three, as you read this or something like that… and I haven't seen the movie in about a year or two so please have some mercy if I get something small wrong. (I.e. eye color, hair color, nail length ECT.)