Disclaimer: Hmmm, let me see, nope, Sarah and Jareth and the rest of the
Labyrinth are not mine. Though I wish they were.
I would like to thank all my reviewers out there, especially all my loyal
reviewers. I apologize for taking so long on this chapter; I had a major
writer's block. But I hope you enjoy it.
And also, thank you Eruesse for your patience and time for helping me. You
are great. Well everyone, here it is, Chapter 9.
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Chapter 9
Love & War
Jareth cursed under his breath; Balfour looked at him.
"Your Majesty?" He was cautious.
"I've seen enough." He dismissed it with a flick of a wrist. "Get the goblin to a healer. Clean up this mess...I've seen enough."
With a flash of glitter, Jareth disappeared.
He reappeared within Sarah's bedroom, but as he looked around . . . "Sarah?" He walked to the bathroom door and stepped inside. He smiled as he saw her lying in the tub; her head back, eyes closed. He took another step in a leaned against the wall with a smirk. He took in the sight of her supple body, unadorned except with water. Sarah gave a soft sigh and ducked her head under the water. When she emerged, she rubbed her eyes clear, and opened them. Only to see . . .
"You!! I swear, I should have you arrested! Don't you every knock?" She hissed, covering herself the best she could.
Jareth gave a deep belly laugh. "Come now Sarah. I have already seen you unclothed. Why be so modest? And I was quite--how is it you humans say? Enjoying the view?"
"Jareth!!" She splashed him. "Get out and wait for me to come out! Then if you want to talk we can talk. But not NOW, and not in HERE!!" She gave him an exasperated look.
He held his hands up in mock surrender. "As you wish . . . that is, if you really want me to." He gave her a predatory smile.
"Yes!" She splashed him again. "Now GET OUT!!"
He bowed and walked out of the bathroom. He chuckled to himself. *So feisty! A man, either human or fae . . . could most defiantly . . . yes . . . most certainly get used to having her fiery sprit around.* And at that thought, Sarah walked out of the bathroom wrapped in nothing but a towel.
Jareth watched her with a heated gaze as she opened the armoire and pulled out a deep, forest-green dress. She looked pointedly at Jareth and stepped behind the changing screen. Jareth moved a bit so he could see her reflection in the mirror. He smiled slyly as he watched her drop the towel. Jareth watched in awe as she dressed, her skin was a perfect ivory white and her dark curls cascaded down her back. He could feel himself grow hard; he closed his eyes. He was just about to go to her when she stepped out from behind the screen. He sighed wistfully.
"Now, what do you want?" She stood there with her hands upon her hips.
Jareth's mouth was slightly agape. The green dress, which fit her like a glove, had a plunging neck-line, and it seemed as if her breast were threatening to spill over. Her waist looked heavenly; he closed his eyes again and pictured himself grabbing that waist as he entered her . . .
"Well?"
He opened his eyes again at her voice. She was tying her hair into a bun; she missed some damp ringlets and they fell along her body . . . she was so beautiful.
"Did you want to talk about the crime scene?" She looked expectant, almost hopeful.
He shook his head, "Do not worry about that, it is all taken care of."
She looked slightly disappointed. "So, you have the perp?" At his curious look she tried again, "perpetrator?" Still nothing, she threw up her hands. "Bad guy?"
Finally understanding crossed his face. "I told you do not worry about it, it is all under control. I came to ask you if you would join me for a walk in the garden."
"Now? But it's dark." Her eyebrows furrowed.
"Yes, now. And we have plenty of light, the moons are out"
"Moons? Plural? As in more than one?" Jareth chuckled and held out his hand. "I guess . . . I mean sure." She took his hand, feeling slightly nervous being this close to the man, who, when she was 15, was her enemy.
Sarah felt a slight dizzying sensation and then they were walking in the garden. She looked up at the nighttime sky and saw two moons. Jareth looked down at her and saw her slight intake of breath.
"This place is so beautiful! I never imagined!" A look of awe crossed her face.
He smiled as he looked down at her and only nodded.
They continued walking for a bit and came to rest under a tree; she looked at him. "How are Hoggle and the rest of my friends?"
He was slightly taken aback at her question. "Why do you ask? I thought you always called upon them."
She looked down at her lap, "I stopped calling them after . . ." she trailed off.
Jareth nodded, his hands practically clutched together with the want of touching her. "No need to speak further, Sarah, I understand. And they are doing just fine, I assure you. Would you like to visit them tomorrow?"
She looked up at him, her face a-glow with happiness. "Please? That would be wonderful. Thank you, Jareth."
He smiled when she said his name. "Then you shall." He turned his head and looked at her again, and by the Underground! He could practically see down her dress! "Sarah?" He had an impish grin upon his face.
"Hmmm?"
"I must say, you looked quite delectable in the bathtub."
"Jareth!" She pushed him and he toppled over laughing. She stood up and towered over him. "You know, I could take you."
"Take me?" He raised an eyebrow in a heated glance.
"You're perverted! I didn't mean that! I meant that I could beat you up!" She laughed slightly.
He stood up, now towering over her. "You care for a duel?"
She thought for a moment, "Yeah, why not? And I know I'll bring you down." She stood in a fighting stance. "It would probably be easier if I wasn't in a dress, but I'll manage."
Jareth faked a punch but she did not flinch. "You have been trained well."
She inclined her head slightly. "Thank you, your Majesty." She swung and he ducked and the fight commenced.
Finally, after thirty minutes, he swept kicked her and sent her to the ground. He stood over her, his legs on either side of her body, and looked down at her.
"You know, if I had my gun, I could have easily taken you." She said breathlessly.
"No, you could not." Jareth smiled.
"And why not?" Sarah lifted an eyebrow.
"Because you would never shoot me."
"Oh? You're that certain?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because of this . . ." He kneeled down straddling her body and kissed her soundly, as if eating her from the mouth down.
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Chapter 9
Love & War
Jareth cursed under his breath; Balfour looked at him.
"Your Majesty?" He was cautious.
"I've seen enough." He dismissed it with a flick of a wrist. "Get the goblin to a healer. Clean up this mess...I've seen enough."
With a flash of glitter, Jareth disappeared.
He reappeared within Sarah's bedroom, but as he looked around . . . "Sarah?" He walked to the bathroom door and stepped inside. He smiled as he saw her lying in the tub; her head back, eyes closed. He took another step in a leaned against the wall with a smirk. He took in the sight of her supple body, unadorned except with water. Sarah gave a soft sigh and ducked her head under the water. When she emerged, she rubbed her eyes clear, and opened them. Only to see . . .
"You!! I swear, I should have you arrested! Don't you every knock?" She hissed, covering herself the best she could.
Jareth gave a deep belly laugh. "Come now Sarah. I have already seen you unclothed. Why be so modest? And I was quite--how is it you humans say? Enjoying the view?"
"Jareth!!" She splashed him. "Get out and wait for me to come out! Then if you want to talk we can talk. But not NOW, and not in HERE!!" She gave him an exasperated look.
He held his hands up in mock surrender. "As you wish . . . that is, if you really want me to." He gave her a predatory smile.
"Yes!" She splashed him again. "Now GET OUT!!"
He bowed and walked out of the bathroom. He chuckled to himself. *So feisty! A man, either human or fae . . . could most defiantly . . . yes . . . most certainly get used to having her fiery sprit around.* And at that thought, Sarah walked out of the bathroom wrapped in nothing but a towel.
Jareth watched her with a heated gaze as she opened the armoire and pulled out a deep, forest-green dress. She looked pointedly at Jareth and stepped behind the changing screen. Jareth moved a bit so he could see her reflection in the mirror. He smiled slyly as he watched her drop the towel. Jareth watched in awe as she dressed, her skin was a perfect ivory white and her dark curls cascaded down her back. He could feel himself grow hard; he closed his eyes. He was just about to go to her when she stepped out from behind the screen. He sighed wistfully.
"Now, what do you want?" She stood there with her hands upon her hips.
Jareth's mouth was slightly agape. The green dress, which fit her like a glove, had a plunging neck-line, and it seemed as if her breast were threatening to spill over. Her waist looked heavenly; he closed his eyes again and pictured himself grabbing that waist as he entered her . . .
"Well?"
He opened his eyes again at her voice. She was tying her hair into a bun; she missed some damp ringlets and they fell along her body . . . she was so beautiful.
"Did you want to talk about the crime scene?" She looked expectant, almost hopeful.
He shook his head, "Do not worry about that, it is all taken care of."
She looked slightly disappointed. "So, you have the perp?" At his curious look she tried again, "perpetrator?" Still nothing, she threw up her hands. "Bad guy?"
Finally understanding crossed his face. "I told you do not worry about it, it is all under control. I came to ask you if you would join me for a walk in the garden."
"Now? But it's dark." Her eyebrows furrowed.
"Yes, now. And we have plenty of light, the moons are out"
"Moons? Plural? As in more than one?" Jareth chuckled and held out his hand. "I guess . . . I mean sure." She took his hand, feeling slightly nervous being this close to the man, who, when she was 15, was her enemy.
Sarah felt a slight dizzying sensation and then they were walking in the garden. She looked up at the nighttime sky and saw two moons. Jareth looked down at her and saw her slight intake of breath.
"This place is so beautiful! I never imagined!" A look of awe crossed her face.
He smiled as he looked down at her and only nodded.
They continued walking for a bit and came to rest under a tree; she looked at him. "How are Hoggle and the rest of my friends?"
He was slightly taken aback at her question. "Why do you ask? I thought you always called upon them."
She looked down at her lap, "I stopped calling them after . . ." she trailed off.
Jareth nodded, his hands practically clutched together with the want of touching her. "No need to speak further, Sarah, I understand. And they are doing just fine, I assure you. Would you like to visit them tomorrow?"
She looked up at him, her face a-glow with happiness. "Please? That would be wonderful. Thank you, Jareth."
He smiled when she said his name. "Then you shall." He turned his head and looked at her again, and by the Underground! He could practically see down her dress! "Sarah?" He had an impish grin upon his face.
"Hmmm?"
"I must say, you looked quite delectable in the bathtub."
"Jareth!" She pushed him and he toppled over laughing. She stood up and towered over him. "You know, I could take you."
"Take me?" He raised an eyebrow in a heated glance.
"You're perverted! I didn't mean that! I meant that I could beat you up!" She laughed slightly.
He stood up, now towering over her. "You care for a duel?"
She thought for a moment, "Yeah, why not? And I know I'll bring you down." She stood in a fighting stance. "It would probably be easier if I wasn't in a dress, but I'll manage."
Jareth faked a punch but she did not flinch. "You have been trained well."
She inclined her head slightly. "Thank you, your Majesty." She swung and he ducked and the fight commenced.
Finally, after thirty minutes, he swept kicked her and sent her to the ground. He stood over her, his legs on either side of her body, and looked down at her.
"You know, if I had my gun, I could have easily taken you." She said breathlessly.
"No, you could not." Jareth smiled.
"And why not?" Sarah lifted an eyebrow.
"Because you would never shoot me."
"Oh? You're that certain?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because of this . . ." He kneeled down straddling her body and kissed her soundly, as if eating her from the mouth down.
