Title: Spoils of the Hunt
Author: Arianne
Rating: R
Key Words: Romance
Standard Disclaimers Apply: Yep, you got it someone else owns Labyrinth, and I own nothing.
Chapter Two: Rude Awakenings
As the blackness of sleep that surrounded her began to fade like mists burning off in the first rays of the sun, Sarah snuggled down further into the soft pillows in an effort to avoid the morning. Her thoughts began to drift towards the most unsettling nightmare that she'd had in quite some time.
'Boy, this one was even more disturbing than the one that included the Goblin King, sliced peaches, and a can of whipped cream', she thought as her cheeks turned a lovely shade of crimson at the remembrance of a hormone driven fantasy.
'Yeah right, "him" leader of some demonic hunt', thought Sarah as she let out a rather un-lady like snort. 'Hell, even Jareth can't be that sore of a loser', or so she thought. Sarah was slowly, very slowly becoming aware of her surroundings.
'Wait a minute. when did Karen put satin.no.hold on a minute.these are silk sheets. What the hell is that woman thinking..no one uses silk bedding..well, I guess if you are into that stuff. wait.something is not right' . Sarah hesitantly opened her eyes and raised herself on to her elbows. "Oh, Shit!" she exclaimed as she took in the sight of midnight blue sheets and an elaborately carved headboard. Sarah drew herself up onto her knees, while wrapping the top sheet around her exposed form. 'Wait, I don't sleep naked. No, this can't be good. Oh, god' she thought as she began sliding her way off of the elaborately carved canopy bed, tugging the sheet tighter as she went.
Slowly Sarah backed up, stepping off of the dais that supported the massive bed and surveying the room as she went. It was unlike anything Sarah had ever seen before. Carvings of every fantastical beast imaginable, rich jewel tones in silks and velvets assaulted her senses as she backed away from the offending bed.
Then the proverbial light came on in Sarah's head, 'Oh no, this is "his" bedroom and I, and I, was sleeping NAKED in "his" bed! Wait, Naked, Bed- who removed my clothing' -"No!" Sarah screamed as she turned-looking frantically for an escape, only to find herself slamming into someone's chest. In her panicked state the voluminous sheet twisted itself around Sarah's legs. This, combined with her collision, sent her sprawling to the floor.
"What the _ _" Sarah cried as once again she found herself on the ground before a rather amused Goblin King.
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From her position on the floor Sarah felt like an awkward fifteen year old again, and quite frankly, she did not like that feeling. Mustering as much courage as she could, and in an effort to preserve what little dignity she had left, Sarah wrapped the sheet around herself as tight as possible and struggled to her feet. It was by sheer force of will and stubbornness that she managed to stand and glare into the face of the Goblin King.
While Sarah was waging her external battle with the rather uncooperative sheet, Jareth stood with his hands on his hips, smirking at her struggling form. He had almost forgotten how much he loved tormenting this particular mortal; Jareth could not wait to "play" with her some more.
It was only after he had "let" Sarah return to her world that Jareth realized how lively things had been with her there. Now, that Sarah was truly in his power, he would never let her go again.
Yes, his day was truly looking up.
Jareth began to turn, ready to seat himself in front of the hearth when a shrill voice insulted his ears. "Where the hell am I, and, more to the point-where the HELL are my cloths!" Sarah demanded as she stuck out her bottom lip in a very childlike pout.
Turning his head, Jareth raised one elegantly arching eyebrow at Sarah. "Little girl, you are in no position to make demands, and mind your tone of voice when addressing your King," he smoothly stated over his shoulder.
"YOU have NO power over ME!" Sarah confidently declared as she defiantly raised her chin. Before Sarah knew what hit her a seemingly enraged Goblin King had her by the throat, applying just enough pressure with his leather clad fingers to drive his point home. "Come, come, now Sarah, those words no longer hold any meaning. Now.. you. will. listen to what I have to say." Jareth said in a chilled tone as he gently traced a finger over Sarah's trembling lips with his other hand-his eyes following the movements of his finger. "Don't defy me Sarah, or you will see how cruel I can truly be. Do I make myself clear, hmm?" Sarah wisely decided that this may not be the best time to challenge the psychotic monarch, and nodded her head slightly in submission. Jareth released his hold and whispered in her ear; his breath hot against her skin "Good, girl". Unwanted chills ran up and down Sarah's spine.
'Shit, I'm so screwed! He's lost it-really lost it.' Sarah thought to herself as she watched Jareth drape himself over one of the elaborately carved chairs, a look of complete bewilderment on her face-which was in complete contrast with Jareth's cool façade.
Jareth's eyes raked over Sarah's body as he began tapping his riding crop across his boot in annoyance.
Sarah cursed to herself as she felt herself begin to blush under Jareth's obvious and intense inspection.
'Well, that lovely shade really does go all the way down. This is going to be even more interesting than I originally thought ' mused Jareth.
Sarah opened her mouth, ready to give Jareth what fore, but was cut off by the intense look in Jareth's eyes as their gazes locked.
"Make no mistake, Sarah, you belong to me, and I will not let you go..ever. You will do as I say or you will be punished for your disobedience." Jareth said while staring directly into her eyes. Sarah was so unnerved and overwhelmed she could not match his intense gaze for long, and instead decided to focus on the fire burning in the massive black marble fireplace.
"I have waited, for what a mortal would consider a long time, for you to mature enough to reclaim what has always been rightfully mine" said Jareth as he stood.
"Wh..why?"asked Sarah in a small voice, much like that of a bewildered child.
It was that voice which unnerved the goblin king as nothing had before.
"That is what I shall leave you to contemplate" Jareth said as he made a mock bow and headed for the door.
Just before he opened the heavy door to leave Jareth turned smirking at Sarah and said, "Oh, and by the way, Sarah, What is that thing in your navel?"
"What? Oh---I-I hate you!" Sarah said as she jumped out of her seat, forgetting about the precariously wrapped sheet.
Jareth laughed in response as he shut and locked the door behind him. Yes, things were definitely looking up for the goblin king.
However, the same could not be said for Sarah Williams when she realized the sheet had slipped down, exposing her breasts to the goblin king when she stood.
Author: Arianne
Rating: R
Key Words: Romance
Standard Disclaimers Apply: Yep, you got it someone else owns Labyrinth, and I own nothing.
Chapter Two: Rude Awakenings
As the blackness of sleep that surrounded her began to fade like mists burning off in the first rays of the sun, Sarah snuggled down further into the soft pillows in an effort to avoid the morning. Her thoughts began to drift towards the most unsettling nightmare that she'd had in quite some time.
'Boy, this one was even more disturbing than the one that included the Goblin King, sliced peaches, and a can of whipped cream', she thought as her cheeks turned a lovely shade of crimson at the remembrance of a hormone driven fantasy.
'Yeah right, "him" leader of some demonic hunt', thought Sarah as she let out a rather un-lady like snort. 'Hell, even Jareth can't be that sore of a loser', or so she thought. Sarah was slowly, very slowly becoming aware of her surroundings.
'Wait a minute. when did Karen put satin.no.hold on a minute.these are silk sheets. What the hell is that woman thinking..no one uses silk bedding..well, I guess if you are into that stuff. wait.something is not right' . Sarah hesitantly opened her eyes and raised herself on to her elbows. "Oh, Shit!" she exclaimed as she took in the sight of midnight blue sheets and an elaborately carved headboard. Sarah drew herself up onto her knees, while wrapping the top sheet around her exposed form. 'Wait, I don't sleep naked. No, this can't be good. Oh, god' she thought as she began sliding her way off of the elaborately carved canopy bed, tugging the sheet tighter as she went.
Slowly Sarah backed up, stepping off of the dais that supported the massive bed and surveying the room as she went. It was unlike anything Sarah had ever seen before. Carvings of every fantastical beast imaginable, rich jewel tones in silks and velvets assaulted her senses as she backed away from the offending bed.
Then the proverbial light came on in Sarah's head, 'Oh no, this is "his" bedroom and I, and I, was sleeping NAKED in "his" bed! Wait, Naked, Bed- who removed my clothing' -"No!" Sarah screamed as she turned-looking frantically for an escape, only to find herself slamming into someone's chest. In her panicked state the voluminous sheet twisted itself around Sarah's legs. This, combined with her collision, sent her sprawling to the floor.
"What the _ _" Sarah cried as once again she found herself on the ground before a rather amused Goblin King.
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From her position on the floor Sarah felt like an awkward fifteen year old again, and quite frankly, she did not like that feeling. Mustering as much courage as she could, and in an effort to preserve what little dignity she had left, Sarah wrapped the sheet around herself as tight as possible and struggled to her feet. It was by sheer force of will and stubbornness that she managed to stand and glare into the face of the Goblin King.
While Sarah was waging her external battle with the rather uncooperative sheet, Jareth stood with his hands on his hips, smirking at her struggling form. He had almost forgotten how much he loved tormenting this particular mortal; Jareth could not wait to "play" with her some more.
It was only after he had "let" Sarah return to her world that Jareth realized how lively things had been with her there. Now, that Sarah was truly in his power, he would never let her go again.
Yes, his day was truly looking up.
Jareth began to turn, ready to seat himself in front of the hearth when a shrill voice insulted his ears. "Where the hell am I, and, more to the point-where the HELL are my cloths!" Sarah demanded as she stuck out her bottom lip in a very childlike pout.
Turning his head, Jareth raised one elegantly arching eyebrow at Sarah. "Little girl, you are in no position to make demands, and mind your tone of voice when addressing your King," he smoothly stated over his shoulder.
"YOU have NO power over ME!" Sarah confidently declared as she defiantly raised her chin. Before Sarah knew what hit her a seemingly enraged Goblin King had her by the throat, applying just enough pressure with his leather clad fingers to drive his point home. "Come, come, now Sarah, those words no longer hold any meaning. Now.. you. will. listen to what I have to say." Jareth said in a chilled tone as he gently traced a finger over Sarah's trembling lips with his other hand-his eyes following the movements of his finger. "Don't defy me Sarah, or you will see how cruel I can truly be. Do I make myself clear, hmm?" Sarah wisely decided that this may not be the best time to challenge the psychotic monarch, and nodded her head slightly in submission. Jareth released his hold and whispered in her ear; his breath hot against her skin "Good, girl". Unwanted chills ran up and down Sarah's spine.
'Shit, I'm so screwed! He's lost it-really lost it.' Sarah thought to herself as she watched Jareth drape himself over one of the elaborately carved chairs, a look of complete bewilderment on her face-which was in complete contrast with Jareth's cool façade.
Jareth's eyes raked over Sarah's body as he began tapping his riding crop across his boot in annoyance.
Sarah cursed to herself as she felt herself begin to blush under Jareth's obvious and intense inspection.
'Well, that lovely shade really does go all the way down. This is going to be even more interesting than I originally thought ' mused Jareth.
Sarah opened her mouth, ready to give Jareth what fore, but was cut off by the intense look in Jareth's eyes as their gazes locked.
"Make no mistake, Sarah, you belong to me, and I will not let you go..ever. You will do as I say or you will be punished for your disobedience." Jareth said while staring directly into her eyes. Sarah was so unnerved and overwhelmed she could not match his intense gaze for long, and instead decided to focus on the fire burning in the massive black marble fireplace.
"I have waited, for what a mortal would consider a long time, for you to mature enough to reclaim what has always been rightfully mine" said Jareth as he stood.
"Wh..why?"asked Sarah in a small voice, much like that of a bewildered child.
It was that voice which unnerved the goblin king as nothing had before.
"That is what I shall leave you to contemplate" Jareth said as he made a mock bow and headed for the door.
Just before he opened the heavy door to leave Jareth turned smirking at Sarah and said, "Oh, and by the way, Sarah, What is that thing in your navel?"
"What? Oh---I-I hate you!" Sarah said as she jumped out of her seat, forgetting about the precariously wrapped sheet.
Jareth laughed in response as he shut and locked the door behind him. Yes, things were definitely looking up for the goblin king.
However, the same could not be said for Sarah Williams when she realized the sheet had slipped down, exposing her breasts to the goblin king when she stood.