Thank you all for the helpful tips, I shall try to work something out.
Well, lets see how it goes.
Chapter seven
Sarah couldn't stand to lie in bed another minute. Forcing herself to get up, she looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror, which stood next to a basin filled with sparkling clean water. She looked awful. Her hair was in tangles around her face, the green dress that had been so lovely and wrinkle free the night before was horribly rumpled. Dark circles formed around her eyes.
Sighing heavily, Sarah splashed her face with the delightfully cold water, giving her some of her composure back.
"Alright," she said to herself. "Now if I were a king, where would I be at this hour?" Judging by the amount of sunlight flooding into the room, she guessed it would be about six o'clock. But then again, time did run differently in the Labyrinth. Still this early in the morning, a man like Jareth could only be in one place.
Sarah wandered through the grand corridors, looking at each door she passed carefully. She know Jareth's room would have the most ornate door imaginable. It wasn't long before she came across the one she was looking for.
The beautiful wooded door was decorated with large round jewels and intricate carvings. There was no mistaking it this was his room.
She opened the door quietly. It was dark inside, but once her eyes adjusted, she could see the sleeping figure of the Goblin King. He looked almost peaceful; one arm over his head, the other casually lay across his pale, flat stomach. His lips were not in there usual evil scowl, but soft and curled up in a gentle smile as if he were in the middle of a delightful dream.
Sarah saw past it. She knew what Jareth was really like, evil and twisted. Closing the door behind her she walked to the other side of the room, and threw open the heavy drapes. Sunlight filled the room, falling on Jareth's face.
He flinched as he opened his eyes, blinded by the brightness. He brought his hands up to protect his face.
"What the Devil." He hollered angrily.
"It's such a beautiful day Your Majesty." Sarah replied crossing her arms over her chest. Jareth looked at her through squinting eyes.
"Sarah?" "Who else would have the guts to come into Mr. Hight-and-Mighty's room well he slept? Which is probably punishable by death, I'm guessing. I've come to talk to you, and I'd like it if you got up." Her voice sounded proud and confident, but inside she was shaking like a frightened three year old. Jareth looked at her in shock, but climbed out of bed.
Sarah turned quickly, but not before she got a full view of his naked body. Jareth chuckled and walked over to her.
"I like your boldness Sarah." He said, "But do you know how stupid of an idea this was? I could lock the door and have my way with you and no one, not even you could stop me."
"You wouldn't do anything to me that you wouldn't do to your mistress." It took every thing in her to get the words out. "But I have asked to speak with you first, so would you please get some clothes on."
Jareth walked over to the bed and slipped on a pair of tight black pants. Sarah couldn't help but sneak a peek and his nice backside, as he walked away.
"Now what do you wish to discuss with me?" He asked, buttoning the pants and standing to face her once again. He crossed his arms across his chest, mimicking her stance.
Sarah swallowed nervously, and open her mouth to speak, but no words came out.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!! This was terrible just terrible. I am so running out of ideas. What should she say to him? What should happen? Help me my devoted fans help me. Cries.
Chapter seven
Sarah couldn't stand to lie in bed another minute. Forcing herself to get up, she looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror, which stood next to a basin filled with sparkling clean water. She looked awful. Her hair was in tangles around her face, the green dress that had been so lovely and wrinkle free the night before was horribly rumpled. Dark circles formed around her eyes.
Sighing heavily, Sarah splashed her face with the delightfully cold water, giving her some of her composure back.
"Alright," she said to herself. "Now if I were a king, where would I be at this hour?" Judging by the amount of sunlight flooding into the room, she guessed it would be about six o'clock. But then again, time did run differently in the Labyrinth. Still this early in the morning, a man like Jareth could only be in one place.
Sarah wandered through the grand corridors, looking at each door she passed carefully. She know Jareth's room would have the most ornate door imaginable. It wasn't long before she came across the one she was looking for.
The beautiful wooded door was decorated with large round jewels and intricate carvings. There was no mistaking it this was his room.
She opened the door quietly. It was dark inside, but once her eyes adjusted, she could see the sleeping figure of the Goblin King. He looked almost peaceful; one arm over his head, the other casually lay across his pale, flat stomach. His lips were not in there usual evil scowl, but soft and curled up in a gentle smile as if he were in the middle of a delightful dream.
Sarah saw past it. She knew what Jareth was really like, evil and twisted. Closing the door behind her she walked to the other side of the room, and threw open the heavy drapes. Sunlight filled the room, falling on Jareth's face.
He flinched as he opened his eyes, blinded by the brightness. He brought his hands up to protect his face.
"What the Devil." He hollered angrily.
"It's such a beautiful day Your Majesty." Sarah replied crossing her arms over her chest. Jareth looked at her through squinting eyes.
"Sarah?" "Who else would have the guts to come into Mr. Hight-and-Mighty's room well he slept? Which is probably punishable by death, I'm guessing. I've come to talk to you, and I'd like it if you got up." Her voice sounded proud and confident, but inside she was shaking like a frightened three year old. Jareth looked at her in shock, but climbed out of bed.
Sarah turned quickly, but not before she got a full view of his naked body. Jareth chuckled and walked over to her.
"I like your boldness Sarah." He said, "But do you know how stupid of an idea this was? I could lock the door and have my way with you and no one, not even you could stop me."
"You wouldn't do anything to me that you wouldn't do to your mistress." It took every thing in her to get the words out. "But I have asked to speak with you first, so would you please get some clothes on."
Jareth walked over to the bed and slipped on a pair of tight black pants. Sarah couldn't help but sneak a peek and his nice backside, as he walked away.
"Now what do you wish to discuss with me?" He asked, buttoning the pants and standing to face her once again. He crossed his arms across his chest, mimicking her stance.
Sarah swallowed nervously, and open her mouth to speak, but no words came out.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!! This was terrible just terrible. I am so running out of ideas. What should she say to him? What should happen? Help me my devoted fans help me. Cries.