And here is the chapter 11 I was talking about!! Aren't all of you lucky! I posted two chapters at once! LOL. Once again I would like to thank my beta Eruesse, who has had a lot of patience with me; especially since I'm not one for correct punctuation. *small laugh* You have been a lifesaver Eruesse, Thank You. I would also like to thank everyone at Marysia.com on the Laby board, you have all inspired me, greatly. And there is some smut in this chapter and the next. If you are from the Marysia Laby board, you know what I'm talking about!

And now for the disclaimer! The Labyrinth and all it's characters are not mine (though I do wish they were, I probably would have made a lot of money. Hey, was I even born when the movie came out? Someone tell me when the movie came out.) Also, this chapter has sexual content in it, so if you are under 18, shoo! Shoo! Go read something else! LOL. For all of you 18 and over, I hope you enjoy this. *******************************************************

Chapter 11

A Dream

Sarah looked around her in a perplexed manner. . . she was in a dance club. She quickly looked down at herself and saw that she was wearing black leather pants, boots, and a black halter-top. *Gotta be a dream*. She thought as she began to walk out onto the dance floor through a mob of bodies. Faces turned to look at her and she remembered the other dream she had when she was a teenager running through the labyrinth to save her baby brother. Sarah shrugged off the paranoia and began dancing.

A pair of hands slipped over her waist and she looked over her shoulder to see Jareth dressed in a matching outfit except he had an open leather vest with no shirt underneath. She smiled. *It's a dream after all . . . why not? What harm can a dream do? *

"Do you even know how to dance to this kind of music?" She yelled over the noise.

"No. Teach me." His voice seemed but a whisper.

"Just move you body with mine." She felt him nod and follow her movements with, surprisingly, great ease.

The music was pounding, sending vibrations through her body as she began to gyrate her body against his. He followed suit and did the same. The feel of his body against hers made her body throb. His hands tightened on her small waist as he pulled her even closer to him. She closed her eyes and leaned against him and let out a soft sigh as he pressed a soft kiss to the nape of her neck.

Unknowing to her, the people on the dance floor disappeared. She moaned as he gently nibbled at her neck. Figuring that this was just a regular erotic dream, she turned around in Jareth's arms and kissed him. His hands convulsed around her; she could feel his chest muscles flex under her fingertips.

Sarah pulled back a bit and opened her eyes. She realized that all the people were gone and they were no longer in the dance club, but in a large bedroom. She flushed and ducked her head.

Jareth gently grabbed her chin and raised her face to meet her eyes. The look in his eyes astonished her: longing, caring, and maybe . . . could it be . . . love? She leaned forward again and gently pressed her lips upon his and that was all the coaxing Jareth needed; he grabbed her around the waist and guided her upon the bed and in that short second, their clothes were gone.

He knelt in between her legs, poised over her entrance, and with a searing kiss he entered her. His rhythm was hard, fast, almost desperate, and Sarah enjoyed it every bit. Her body moved against his, following his rhythm, coaxing a moan out of him. He captured a nipple in his teeth and gently bit, then gently sucked away the small pain. She felt as if she was about to explode . . .and then, she did, crying out his name.

"Jareth!"

When her body clamped around him, he couldn't control himself any longer, he buried himself deep within her as he found his release. "Sarah . . .I lo . . ."

Sarah woke with a jolt, her body slick with sweat and other things, a delicious feeling riding through out her body. Only one thought entered her mind:

"What the hell . . .?!"