Disclaimer: Sarah, Jareth and all other mainstream characters from the
Labyrinth do not belong to me.
Synopsis: Sarah & Jareth have to prove their love for one another. Sarah runs the gauntlet again, but what will Jareth do?
Everything I do
Chapter 12 - Getting to know Jareth
At precisely 10 am Sarah knocked on the front door to where Jareth lived. After waiting a few moments and getting no reply she tried again but still there was no answer. She stepped back a few paces to look at the upstairs windows, all of the curtains were tied back, she knew he was up but it didn't seem that he was actually in.
"Ah, Miss Williams?" The voice of and aged man croaked from the now open door.
"Oh I'm sorry, I'm looking for Mr Reynolds, and I thought I had the right door."
"You do, Jareth lives upstairs, and this is the only door. He asked me to let you in but this ancient body of mine won't let me walk too quickly."
"Oh, thanks!" She walked into the hallway and noticed that the only things the area housed was a set of stairs and two doors, one on the ground floor and one on the first.
"Two complete separate units, you see. I believe he has left the door open for you to wait inside." The older man said as he motioned for her to walk up the staircase.
She offered him her thanks again. "Don't I know you?" She asked awkwardly.
"You sold me a few items from your shop about four or five weeks ago."
"Ah, yes, Robert isn't it?"
"I wondered if you would remember. I placed a few of those things in Jareth's rooms upstairs. He came here with very little, I thought they would cheer him up a bit."
"You're a very kind landlord, by all accounts. Thank you."
"It was my pleasure. I'm only too glad that the two of you have found one another."
He walked back into his own flat and shut the door behind him, closing the door on their conversation. What on earth had he meant by his last comment, Sarah wondered as she treaded up the stairs. However, once she was in the confines of Jareth's rooms she had forgotten all about it.
Being instinctively nosey, Sarah wandered through each of the rooms. She had noticed all of the pieces that Robert had bought from her and wondered if he had kept any for himself. She remembered every item she had ever sold and to whom, and she recalled all that she had sold to Robert, it truly seemed as if he had kept nothing for himself.
The first door that she came to led to the bathroom, and she dismissed it as quickly. She felt sure that there was nothing in there that she had never encountered in a male orientated bathroom before and so didn't need to know what resided there until she ever needed to use the room.
The next door led into a guest bedroom she guessed. The room was completely bare save for the nets, curtains and a couple of empty boxes. 'Jareth, you're not exactly inspiring me at the moment,' she thought, 'hope there's something in these other rooms.'
The last door along that side of the corridor led to his bedroom. "Now this is more like it, his bedchamber," she laughed as she let herself into it. She gasped as she stepped into the room and took in what was before her. Never in her life had she seen such a beautiful piece of furniture than the one that adorned this particular room. The ornate and intricate carving that embellished the posts and sides of the bed before her were amazing, not to mention the fabulously silky sky blue tulle curtains that hung from each of the corners. Normally these kinds of bed were adorned with vines, honeycomb or even cherub etchings and always had heavy velvet curtains but in this case, the carvings seemed to be a depiction of a story, but she had no idea and couldn't tell what it was all about. She made a mental note to ask Jareth when the time was right. Images of when the time may be right popped into her head and she felt it was now time to leave this room before she took a sneaky feel of the navy satin pillows and sheets or decided to lie down on the inviting matching quilt.
The next door took her into a newly fitted kitchen with a dining room area. She had sold the dining furniture to Robert and none of it looked out of place. She was pleased, it made her happy to think that these pieces were being looked after and were situated correctly. Another mental image popped into her head. She was in the kitchen making coffee, wearing a deep claret coloured robe and her hair was up in a loose, messy ponytail. The robe wasn't hers so she assumed it must have been Jareth's. Only too quickly she found her assumption to be correct as Jareth came into the room wearing nothing but a towel. He stood directly behind her, his arms about her waist, kissing and nuzzling the exposed areas of her neck and shoulders.
Sarah shook her head trying to bring herself back to reality and quickly decided it was time to move on to the final room. Pushing open the last door she stepped into the living room. The central focal point of the room was the fireplace; there was no doubt about that. The cast iron surround embodied the look and feel of those found in Victorian houses whilst the hugely ornate mantel looked more Edwardian but neither looked out of place in their situation. On top of the mantel sat very little, Sarah noticed the clock being another of Robert's purchases, a pair of crystalline candlesticks and a couple of dried flower arrangements. A typical male dominated room she reminded herself.
Seating herself in one of the wing back chairs she surveyed the room, where was the television and the radio, and where were his family. In all of the rooms she had inspected she realised that she had not seen one photograph, something else she would find out about and rectify as well. So what did he do for fun? Along the far wall sat rows upon rows of books. They mostly appeared to be very old with their tattered, hard-backed spines neatly standing to attention. She allowed her eyes to wander around the room. There was a small occasional table with a chessboard upon it and two seats arranged around it against the opposite wall. And a pile of papers close to a small bureau, appeared to be nothing more than his students coursework.
Getting up form her seat she went to inspect the chess set. Now she knew why he had been so fascinated with her sculptures yesterday, he obviously had a passion for mystical beings as she did, which meant they had something else in common. Moving over to the books she looked through them. There were some more modern novels included in the library and it was apparent that he didn't like paperbacks. She noticed Terry Pratchett, and Tolkien residing between Shakespeare and Chaucer, mind you he was literature teacher she recalled, so it wasn't really surprising that he had all of these books. There were even some written in Latin. At least she knew that her surprise for later on would be well received.
She noticed from her spot by the shelves that he must have been reading recently too for on the window seat sat an opened book, its red leather cover and gold writing seemingly dancing in the sunlight that was filtering through the window. She wanted to pick it up and read it but felt that that would have been rude. Instead she just inspected the cover, 'The Labyrinth' it read. "Mm, seems interesting," she said to herself, "have to borrow it someday."
Looking out of the window she noticed that Jareth was walking up to the front door, he appeared to be very happy and was even whistling to himself. She heard him open the exterior door and make his way up the stairs. She waited with anticipation for him as she took a seat in the window.
"Sarah?" He called, "Sarah I have something for you!"
"You better come find me then, so that you can give me my present."
He appeared at the door to the living room. "If you want to give me more of challenge in finding you next time my darling then you will have to learn to throw your voice. It was too easy."
"Maybe I wanted to be found easily." She said as she walked across the room to greet him. She stopped suddenly watching his face turn into a wide mouthed grin. He was trying to stifle a laugh too. "Oh god, I just made myself sound like a whore, didn't I?" He nodded his head and began to laugh, the rich velvet tones wrapping around her and messing with her senses. Her voice was thick with desire when she next spoke, "And at the moment the way you're looking at me makes me want to act like one too."
Jareth crossed the distance that lingered between them and wrapped his arms around her. Before he thought about what he was doing he found her lips with his and kissed her deeply. He didn't want the moment to end and was even more delighted when she responded to him by opening her mouth and her allowing him access to find her tongue. Passion burnt deeply within them both as each responded to the others desire. They continued stoking the fire, kissing and exploring each other's mouths, touching and smoothing each other's body for what seemed like hours until Jareth reluctantly pulled away. He watched her as she searched his face once again, as she had done the night before, but before she could ask why, he silenced her by saying, "maybe later, my love."
She understood, everything was moving too quickly again. She needed a bit of space and took a step backward. "So what did you bring me?"
"Oh, I forgot. Unless that was your intention all along?" He walked back out of the room and re-entered with the largest bunch of flowers she had ever seen or received before.
Joy spread rapidly over Sarah's face and tears welled up in the corners, as she took the bunch from him. "Thank you." She said, the tears now finding their way down her cheeks.
Concerned, Jareth moved over to her again and wiped away the steadily flowing liquid that fell from her eyes. "Have I offended you?" He had to ask her.
"Not it the least, it's just I never get flowers. Only on my birthday or something, I've never gotten any from a boyfriend before."
"And that makes you sad?"
"No, believe it or not I'm ecstatically happy. Unless you stole them off a grave or something!"
Now he was the one that appeared affronted. "I did not steal them," he assured her, "I picked every last one. That is why I took my time, I wanted them to be perfect for you."
"Jareth, I was joking!" She exclaimed, sniffling. "I love them, they are perfect. There is nothing you could have given me that would have meant more."
His face lightened again. "Thank you," he simply replied. "So what do you have planned?"
"Well, I thought that we could maybe take a trip to Stratford, today, if you like. I got tickets for the theatre for later on, too. They are playing 'Much Ado About Nothing'."
"That sounds great," he said as they walked toward the front door of the flat. "Are you going to take those with you?"
"Oh god no," she'd forgotten about the flowers, not that she was sure how she could, considering how much they weighed. But being around Jareth made her forget most simple things. "I better put them in some water," she said as she made her way into the kitchen, filled the sink and covered the stems with the liquid.
Jareth watched her, bewildered by Sarah's actions. "Can I ask you a question?" He called out after her.
"Sure!"
"How is it that you knew exactly which room to go into, which door to open?"
As she strode back to his side, she looked down and shrugged slightly. "Lucky guess?"
"Sarah?"
"I peeped, sorry. I just had this overwhelming urge to find out about you so I systematically went into each of your rooms."
His face was a picture, eyebrows raised with a look of 'who's been a naughty girl' written all over it. "So did you find anything out?"
"Yes, I realised you loved reading and that is obviously why you love to teach the subject. You have a passion for mystical things and you have an eye for beautiful furniture."
She'd seen the bed then. "Robert picked out most of the furniture, you know?"
"Yes, he bought most of it from me! Except the bed, that is just exquisite. Where did you get it?"
"I had it commissioned. You like it then?"
"Yeah, very much. Is it as comfortable as it looks?"
"You'll have to tell me when you try it! Did you notice anything else?"
"The carving, what does it mean?"
"When you are ready to know, Sarah, I will tell you!"
"I'm not ready yet then?"
"Not just yet, no! Patience my love, you will know soon enough. Now do you think we ought to get going or should we spend the day here after all."
"If we stay here all day, will I then be ready to know the story behind the carving?"
"You don't give up easily do you?" He asked, watching as she shook her head. "Give our relationship a little time, a couple of months or so, I will then tell you, okay?"
"Okay! We best be off then." And with that Sarah made her way out to the car with Jareth in tow.
Synopsis: Sarah & Jareth have to prove their love for one another. Sarah runs the gauntlet again, but what will Jareth do?
Everything I do
Chapter 12 - Getting to know Jareth
At precisely 10 am Sarah knocked on the front door to where Jareth lived. After waiting a few moments and getting no reply she tried again but still there was no answer. She stepped back a few paces to look at the upstairs windows, all of the curtains were tied back, she knew he was up but it didn't seem that he was actually in.
"Ah, Miss Williams?" The voice of and aged man croaked from the now open door.
"Oh I'm sorry, I'm looking for Mr Reynolds, and I thought I had the right door."
"You do, Jareth lives upstairs, and this is the only door. He asked me to let you in but this ancient body of mine won't let me walk too quickly."
"Oh, thanks!" She walked into the hallway and noticed that the only things the area housed was a set of stairs and two doors, one on the ground floor and one on the first.
"Two complete separate units, you see. I believe he has left the door open for you to wait inside." The older man said as he motioned for her to walk up the staircase.
She offered him her thanks again. "Don't I know you?" She asked awkwardly.
"You sold me a few items from your shop about four or five weeks ago."
"Ah, yes, Robert isn't it?"
"I wondered if you would remember. I placed a few of those things in Jareth's rooms upstairs. He came here with very little, I thought they would cheer him up a bit."
"You're a very kind landlord, by all accounts. Thank you."
"It was my pleasure. I'm only too glad that the two of you have found one another."
He walked back into his own flat and shut the door behind him, closing the door on their conversation. What on earth had he meant by his last comment, Sarah wondered as she treaded up the stairs. However, once she was in the confines of Jareth's rooms she had forgotten all about it.
Being instinctively nosey, Sarah wandered through each of the rooms. She had noticed all of the pieces that Robert had bought from her and wondered if he had kept any for himself. She remembered every item she had ever sold and to whom, and she recalled all that she had sold to Robert, it truly seemed as if he had kept nothing for himself.
The first door that she came to led to the bathroom, and she dismissed it as quickly. She felt sure that there was nothing in there that she had never encountered in a male orientated bathroom before and so didn't need to know what resided there until she ever needed to use the room.
The next door led into a guest bedroom she guessed. The room was completely bare save for the nets, curtains and a couple of empty boxes. 'Jareth, you're not exactly inspiring me at the moment,' she thought, 'hope there's something in these other rooms.'
The last door along that side of the corridor led to his bedroom. "Now this is more like it, his bedchamber," she laughed as she let herself into it. She gasped as she stepped into the room and took in what was before her. Never in her life had she seen such a beautiful piece of furniture than the one that adorned this particular room. The ornate and intricate carving that embellished the posts and sides of the bed before her were amazing, not to mention the fabulously silky sky blue tulle curtains that hung from each of the corners. Normally these kinds of bed were adorned with vines, honeycomb or even cherub etchings and always had heavy velvet curtains but in this case, the carvings seemed to be a depiction of a story, but she had no idea and couldn't tell what it was all about. She made a mental note to ask Jareth when the time was right. Images of when the time may be right popped into her head and she felt it was now time to leave this room before she took a sneaky feel of the navy satin pillows and sheets or decided to lie down on the inviting matching quilt.
The next door took her into a newly fitted kitchen with a dining room area. She had sold the dining furniture to Robert and none of it looked out of place. She was pleased, it made her happy to think that these pieces were being looked after and were situated correctly. Another mental image popped into her head. She was in the kitchen making coffee, wearing a deep claret coloured robe and her hair was up in a loose, messy ponytail. The robe wasn't hers so she assumed it must have been Jareth's. Only too quickly she found her assumption to be correct as Jareth came into the room wearing nothing but a towel. He stood directly behind her, his arms about her waist, kissing and nuzzling the exposed areas of her neck and shoulders.
Sarah shook her head trying to bring herself back to reality and quickly decided it was time to move on to the final room. Pushing open the last door she stepped into the living room. The central focal point of the room was the fireplace; there was no doubt about that. The cast iron surround embodied the look and feel of those found in Victorian houses whilst the hugely ornate mantel looked more Edwardian but neither looked out of place in their situation. On top of the mantel sat very little, Sarah noticed the clock being another of Robert's purchases, a pair of crystalline candlesticks and a couple of dried flower arrangements. A typical male dominated room she reminded herself.
Seating herself in one of the wing back chairs she surveyed the room, where was the television and the radio, and where were his family. In all of the rooms she had inspected she realised that she had not seen one photograph, something else she would find out about and rectify as well. So what did he do for fun? Along the far wall sat rows upon rows of books. They mostly appeared to be very old with their tattered, hard-backed spines neatly standing to attention. She allowed her eyes to wander around the room. There was a small occasional table with a chessboard upon it and two seats arranged around it against the opposite wall. And a pile of papers close to a small bureau, appeared to be nothing more than his students coursework.
Getting up form her seat she went to inspect the chess set. Now she knew why he had been so fascinated with her sculptures yesterday, he obviously had a passion for mystical beings as she did, which meant they had something else in common. Moving over to the books she looked through them. There were some more modern novels included in the library and it was apparent that he didn't like paperbacks. She noticed Terry Pratchett, and Tolkien residing between Shakespeare and Chaucer, mind you he was literature teacher she recalled, so it wasn't really surprising that he had all of these books. There were even some written in Latin. At least she knew that her surprise for later on would be well received.
She noticed from her spot by the shelves that he must have been reading recently too for on the window seat sat an opened book, its red leather cover and gold writing seemingly dancing in the sunlight that was filtering through the window. She wanted to pick it up and read it but felt that that would have been rude. Instead she just inspected the cover, 'The Labyrinth' it read. "Mm, seems interesting," she said to herself, "have to borrow it someday."
Looking out of the window she noticed that Jareth was walking up to the front door, he appeared to be very happy and was even whistling to himself. She heard him open the exterior door and make his way up the stairs. She waited with anticipation for him as she took a seat in the window.
"Sarah?" He called, "Sarah I have something for you!"
"You better come find me then, so that you can give me my present."
He appeared at the door to the living room. "If you want to give me more of challenge in finding you next time my darling then you will have to learn to throw your voice. It was too easy."
"Maybe I wanted to be found easily." She said as she walked across the room to greet him. She stopped suddenly watching his face turn into a wide mouthed grin. He was trying to stifle a laugh too. "Oh god, I just made myself sound like a whore, didn't I?" He nodded his head and began to laugh, the rich velvet tones wrapping around her and messing with her senses. Her voice was thick with desire when she next spoke, "And at the moment the way you're looking at me makes me want to act like one too."
Jareth crossed the distance that lingered between them and wrapped his arms around her. Before he thought about what he was doing he found her lips with his and kissed her deeply. He didn't want the moment to end and was even more delighted when she responded to him by opening her mouth and her allowing him access to find her tongue. Passion burnt deeply within them both as each responded to the others desire. They continued stoking the fire, kissing and exploring each other's mouths, touching and smoothing each other's body for what seemed like hours until Jareth reluctantly pulled away. He watched her as she searched his face once again, as she had done the night before, but before she could ask why, he silenced her by saying, "maybe later, my love."
She understood, everything was moving too quickly again. She needed a bit of space and took a step backward. "So what did you bring me?"
"Oh, I forgot. Unless that was your intention all along?" He walked back out of the room and re-entered with the largest bunch of flowers she had ever seen or received before.
Joy spread rapidly over Sarah's face and tears welled up in the corners, as she took the bunch from him. "Thank you." She said, the tears now finding their way down her cheeks.
Concerned, Jareth moved over to her again and wiped away the steadily flowing liquid that fell from her eyes. "Have I offended you?" He had to ask her.
"Not it the least, it's just I never get flowers. Only on my birthday or something, I've never gotten any from a boyfriend before."
"And that makes you sad?"
"No, believe it or not I'm ecstatically happy. Unless you stole them off a grave or something!"
Now he was the one that appeared affronted. "I did not steal them," he assured her, "I picked every last one. That is why I took my time, I wanted them to be perfect for you."
"Jareth, I was joking!" She exclaimed, sniffling. "I love them, they are perfect. There is nothing you could have given me that would have meant more."
His face lightened again. "Thank you," he simply replied. "So what do you have planned?"
"Well, I thought that we could maybe take a trip to Stratford, today, if you like. I got tickets for the theatre for later on, too. They are playing 'Much Ado About Nothing'."
"That sounds great," he said as they walked toward the front door of the flat. "Are you going to take those with you?"
"Oh god no," she'd forgotten about the flowers, not that she was sure how she could, considering how much they weighed. But being around Jareth made her forget most simple things. "I better put them in some water," she said as she made her way into the kitchen, filled the sink and covered the stems with the liquid.
Jareth watched her, bewildered by Sarah's actions. "Can I ask you a question?" He called out after her.
"Sure!"
"How is it that you knew exactly which room to go into, which door to open?"
As she strode back to his side, she looked down and shrugged slightly. "Lucky guess?"
"Sarah?"
"I peeped, sorry. I just had this overwhelming urge to find out about you so I systematically went into each of your rooms."
His face was a picture, eyebrows raised with a look of 'who's been a naughty girl' written all over it. "So did you find anything out?"
"Yes, I realised you loved reading and that is obviously why you love to teach the subject. You have a passion for mystical things and you have an eye for beautiful furniture."
She'd seen the bed then. "Robert picked out most of the furniture, you know?"
"Yes, he bought most of it from me! Except the bed, that is just exquisite. Where did you get it?"
"I had it commissioned. You like it then?"
"Yeah, very much. Is it as comfortable as it looks?"
"You'll have to tell me when you try it! Did you notice anything else?"
"The carving, what does it mean?"
"When you are ready to know, Sarah, I will tell you!"
"I'm not ready yet then?"
"Not just yet, no! Patience my love, you will know soon enough. Now do you think we ought to get going or should we spend the day here after all."
"If we stay here all day, will I then be ready to know the story behind the carving?"
"You don't give up easily do you?" He asked, watching as she shook her head. "Give our relationship a little time, a couple of months or so, I will then tell you, okay?"
"Okay! We best be off then." And with that Sarah made her way out to the car with Jareth in tow.