Disclaimer: Well of course, Sarah and Jareth do not belong to me, they
belong to the ever loved Jim Henson.
Caution: this chapter holds mild sexual content.
Chapter 6 Showers & Peeping Tom
Sunlight streamed through Sarah's window and touched her face. She woke up slowly, mentally replaying all that happened yesterday. The crime scene, blood, bits of bodies, Jareth, going into shock . wait, Jareth?!
She turned her head a bit and saw an arm flung over her waist. At her movement the arm tightened, holding her against a man's body; and she could feel that, that man was very happy to be there. She heard him chuckle and then he spoke, yep, it was definitely Jareth.
"Good morning, I was wondering when you were going to come back to the land of the living." His voice held a certain amused tone.
Sarah glanced down at herself and Jareth and was happy to see that both of them were still fully clothed. She got up and looked at him again. He was dressed in form fitting (as always) leggings (that did nothing to hide his arousal) and an open white poet's shirt. *Oh, and we must not forget his boots, oh and the gloves.* His platinum blonde hair was tousled from sleep and his dual colored eyes were drinking in her figure.
Sarah caught herself staring and saw that he raised an eyebrow letting her know that he caught her too. She stammered, "What are you doing here anyway?"
Jareth laughed. "Why, you called me. Why else would I be here?"
"I didn't ." Sarah trailed off, knowing full well that she did. "Okay, so I called you, you can go now. I don't need you anymore." She looked away for a second and when she looked back, he was standing right in front of her!
Jareth reached out and caressed her cheek and gently pushed her against the wall. He noticed her intake of breath and the flutter of her eyelids that she did need him. "Oh, you don't, Sarah? You may say that, but your body gives you away." He chuckled and kissed her.
Sarah responded hesitantly at first and then more ardently. She had been waiting so long for this . for him. *What am I thinking? He took my brother away from me! He's evil! And not to mention an egotistical, self- centered, conniving, traitorous, little letch!* With that thought she pushed him away from her. She went to her closet, got a change of clothing, and was at her door when she heard Jareth.
"Where are you going?"
"To take a shower." She said simply.
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Sarah let the stream of water flow over her as she remembered her time in the labyrinth and most specifically . Jareth. She remembered how he treated her and twelve years ago she didn't know any better.
When she was 15, she thought he was the villain, evil, and unfair. But looking back now, she realized what he said back then was true. He only did what she had asked of him. She asked him to take Toby away-and he did. He reordered time for her, and offered her, her dreams. Why is it that now, at age 27, she is just realizing this?
"Have I been that childish?" she asked herself. "Was I that naïve?" She felt a growing respect for the Goblin King. She smiled to herself.
She quickly washed and conditioned her hear and got out of the shower. She put on a pair of jeans and a tight t-shirt. She padded barefoot to her room to apologize to Jareth for being so mean to him twelve years ago.
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After Sarah left the room, he sat down by the window sill and conjured up a crystal. HE watched Sarah getting undressed and his breath caught in his throat. "By the Gods!" He saw that she was definitely not a child anymore. Her skin was flawless, her breasts were perfect, and her hips . oh Gods, her hips! He watched her take a shower and he groaned inwardly. Just the sight of her was making him aroused. He brushed his erection with his hand lightly and groaned out loud. By the Lord and Lady how he wanted her. He watched her get out of the shower and he crossed his legs so she wouldn't see how much she turned him on. He looked up at the doorway, twirling the crystal, and watched her enter.
*Lord and Lady! The clothes she wears are just as bad as seeing her nude!* He took in her tight jeans and her tight t-shirt did nothing to hide the fact she was slightly well endowed.
He saw her face as she looked at him. "What were you doing?" She asked cautiously.
He said nothing, only looked at her.
"Were you spying on me?" Her eyes narrowed.
Jareth smiled and watched her become enraged; only amusing him further. He expected that. He did not expect, however, her storming across the room and punch him. Sarah drew back her closed fist to punch him again when he caught her wrist.
"You will never again do that! How dare you hit a King! You will be punished accordingly if you do that again!" He bellowed.
"How dare me?! How dare you look in on me while I'm taking a shower! I ought to lock you up for doing such a thing. I hope you know we have stalker laws in this state!" Her eyes blazed with fury.
Jareth sighed. "I apologize, Sarah."
Sarah actually took a step back. "Whoa, you're apologizing? This is unbelievable." She chuckled a bit.
"And why wouldn't I apologize?"
She shrugged. "I don't know. I always thought you were too arrogant and too proud to do such a thing."
"I'll admit when I'm at fault, darling Sarah." He smiled.
"I'm not your darling." She mumbled.
"But I'm curious about something, Sarah."
"Hmmm?"
"Why did you go into that line of work? You were always a dreamer. I would never expected this from you. To be around so much blood."
He saw her flinch a bit from his question then regain her composure.
Sarah leaned against her vanity. "It's too long of a story."
Jareth spread his arms. "I do not have to go anywhere for a while. I have time."
She shook her head. "Okay, then it's too painful to tell."
Jareth looked at her; she was staring out the window. "All the more reason to tell it. It will make you feel better to talk about it."
She snorted. "You sound like a damn shrink." She looked at him. "You not going to give up are you?" He shook his head. Sarah nodded. "Come on down, I'll make you something to eat. Then I'll tell you about it."
They walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. One slightly amused; the other, terrified of her memories.
Chapter 6 Showers & Peeping Tom
Sunlight streamed through Sarah's window and touched her face. She woke up slowly, mentally replaying all that happened yesterday. The crime scene, blood, bits of bodies, Jareth, going into shock . wait, Jareth?!
She turned her head a bit and saw an arm flung over her waist. At her movement the arm tightened, holding her against a man's body; and she could feel that, that man was very happy to be there. She heard him chuckle and then he spoke, yep, it was definitely Jareth.
"Good morning, I was wondering when you were going to come back to the land of the living." His voice held a certain amused tone.
Sarah glanced down at herself and Jareth and was happy to see that both of them were still fully clothed. She got up and looked at him again. He was dressed in form fitting (as always) leggings (that did nothing to hide his arousal) and an open white poet's shirt. *Oh, and we must not forget his boots, oh and the gloves.* His platinum blonde hair was tousled from sleep and his dual colored eyes were drinking in her figure.
Sarah caught herself staring and saw that he raised an eyebrow letting her know that he caught her too. She stammered, "What are you doing here anyway?"
Jareth laughed. "Why, you called me. Why else would I be here?"
"I didn't ." Sarah trailed off, knowing full well that she did. "Okay, so I called you, you can go now. I don't need you anymore." She looked away for a second and when she looked back, he was standing right in front of her!
Jareth reached out and caressed her cheek and gently pushed her against the wall. He noticed her intake of breath and the flutter of her eyelids that she did need him. "Oh, you don't, Sarah? You may say that, but your body gives you away." He chuckled and kissed her.
Sarah responded hesitantly at first and then more ardently. She had been waiting so long for this . for him. *What am I thinking? He took my brother away from me! He's evil! And not to mention an egotistical, self- centered, conniving, traitorous, little letch!* With that thought she pushed him away from her. She went to her closet, got a change of clothing, and was at her door when she heard Jareth.
"Where are you going?"
"To take a shower." She said simply.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sarah let the stream of water flow over her as she remembered her time in the labyrinth and most specifically . Jareth. She remembered how he treated her and twelve years ago she didn't know any better.
When she was 15, she thought he was the villain, evil, and unfair. But looking back now, she realized what he said back then was true. He only did what she had asked of him. She asked him to take Toby away-and he did. He reordered time for her, and offered her, her dreams. Why is it that now, at age 27, she is just realizing this?
"Have I been that childish?" she asked herself. "Was I that naïve?" She felt a growing respect for the Goblin King. She smiled to herself.
She quickly washed and conditioned her hear and got out of the shower. She put on a pair of jeans and a tight t-shirt. She padded barefoot to her room to apologize to Jareth for being so mean to him twelve years ago.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
After Sarah left the room, he sat down by the window sill and conjured up a crystal. HE watched Sarah getting undressed and his breath caught in his throat. "By the Gods!" He saw that she was definitely not a child anymore. Her skin was flawless, her breasts were perfect, and her hips . oh Gods, her hips! He watched her take a shower and he groaned inwardly. Just the sight of her was making him aroused. He brushed his erection with his hand lightly and groaned out loud. By the Lord and Lady how he wanted her. He watched her get out of the shower and he crossed his legs so she wouldn't see how much she turned him on. He looked up at the doorway, twirling the crystal, and watched her enter.
*Lord and Lady! The clothes she wears are just as bad as seeing her nude!* He took in her tight jeans and her tight t-shirt did nothing to hide the fact she was slightly well endowed.
He saw her face as she looked at him. "What were you doing?" She asked cautiously.
He said nothing, only looked at her.
"Were you spying on me?" Her eyes narrowed.
Jareth smiled and watched her become enraged; only amusing him further. He expected that. He did not expect, however, her storming across the room and punch him. Sarah drew back her closed fist to punch him again when he caught her wrist.
"You will never again do that! How dare you hit a King! You will be punished accordingly if you do that again!" He bellowed.
"How dare me?! How dare you look in on me while I'm taking a shower! I ought to lock you up for doing such a thing. I hope you know we have stalker laws in this state!" Her eyes blazed with fury.
Jareth sighed. "I apologize, Sarah."
Sarah actually took a step back. "Whoa, you're apologizing? This is unbelievable." She chuckled a bit.
"And why wouldn't I apologize?"
She shrugged. "I don't know. I always thought you were too arrogant and too proud to do such a thing."
"I'll admit when I'm at fault, darling Sarah." He smiled.
"I'm not your darling." She mumbled.
"But I'm curious about something, Sarah."
"Hmmm?"
"Why did you go into that line of work? You were always a dreamer. I would never expected this from you. To be around so much blood."
He saw her flinch a bit from his question then regain her composure.
Sarah leaned against her vanity. "It's too long of a story."
Jareth spread his arms. "I do not have to go anywhere for a while. I have time."
She shook her head. "Okay, then it's too painful to tell."
Jareth looked at her; she was staring out the window. "All the more reason to tell it. It will make you feel better to talk about it."
She snorted. "You sound like a damn shrink." She looked at him. "You not going to give up are you?" He shook his head. Sarah nodded. "Come on down, I'll make you something to eat. Then I'll tell you about it."
They walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. One slightly amused; the other, terrified of her memories.
