Okay, I'm a stranger to you all but I hope you like this first Labyrinth
fanfic of mine. Read this little prologue first and review please so I can
know if you like it enough for me to continue. This first part is PG-13 but
after this, it's gonna be R. Oh yeah. I don't really pay too much attention
to sentence structure as much as some do so just kind of ignore that fault.
Please tell me if I'm putting enough character into these two because
that's really important (to my standards anyhow).
Well, enjoy!
...Monica, Blackmajick7
A/N: In spite of all my complaints and letters to Jim Henson, he said I
could not own Jareth or Sarah. Yea, you all knew that was comin'.
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PROLOGUE
Sarah's eyes blinked a few times and squinted in the darkness. Her tongue unknowingly ran across her lips as they parted, partially revealing her teeth. Suddenly, she felt hot all over her slim body that was draped over in an oversized white t-shirt. She was then aware that there lay no boundaries underneath that thin, cheap shirt and that its bottom hem lay a little less than mid-thigh length. With this realization, she swallowed hard and tried to cast her wide, green eyes away from the sight before her bed which she sat on.
Jareth spread his lips into a wide grin, his unmistakingly sharp teeth gleaming in the soft moonlight. His mismatched eyes gratefully roamed over the young girl's body, drinking in her form in the shadows that enveloped her. His grin soon morphed into a knowing smile as he watched Sarah's eyes beginning to rove to his own body. He was wearing black breeches and black paired with a loose, black painter's shirt. Over the shirt was his usual vest accessory: black, glossy and tight-fitting. His hands, surprisingly, were not graced by his usual black gloves.
Sarah bit back the urge to invite him to join her on the bed. 'What is he doing here?' she cried in her mind. 'I solved his damn labyrinth and won Toby back--'
Her thoughts were promptly interrupted by her own mouth. "Why the hell have you come back?!" she screamed, standing up from the bed out of the vulnerable position she had been in.
Jareth stayed where he was by her window, amused by her sudden outburst. Though he was no longer smiling, his eyes held the laughter as he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. "Shouldn't you repeat that question in your mind, Sarah? I hope you aren't that naive."
Sarah's newfound bravery quickly dissolved into embarrassment. Her once defying eyes fell down to the carpeted floor as she yelled at herself in her mind at how stupid she was. And then anger filled her eyes. "You sick pervert! I'm only 15! Do you actually think I'd want you of all people? What are you going to do, force yourself upon me?" she snapped in an obviously disgusted tone. Though inside, her hormones were going wild and her body was yearning to be pressed against the Goblin King.
Jareth cocked an elegantly arched eyebrow as he stepped forward. "That is precisely what I shall do should you decide not to cooperate with my intentions."
Sweat gathered between Sarah's young breasts and on the inside of her smooth, shaven thighs. 'Thank god I decided to shave last night,' a voice in her mind whispered. Sarah bit her lip at this thought. She couldn't just let Jareth have his way with her without a fight, even if she wanted him as well. She was a virgin, after all.
Sarah stood her ground and glared at the fair-haired king. "That is called rape, Jareth. I would think even a being such as yourself would find that a little incriminating."
Jareth continued his step towards her until they were mere inches apart, his tall figure dwarfing Sarah's in size. "Do not make the mistake of thinking you, little girl, have any power over me to make me feel ashamed." His eyes pierced into Sarah's, making her feel small once again.
"How did you get in?" Sarah inquired, quickly changing the subject. "My parents are just across the hall." She already knew the answer. Transporting was a given with his stealthiness.
Jareth smirked. "Sarah, Sarah. Though the last time you were in my kingdom was cut rather short, you know me more than that." His eyes glanced about the room. "I believe we're going to have to visit my bedchambers to make this whole situation a bit more appropriate," he rasped devilishly, running one of his long fingers along Sarah's cheek. She stiffened beneath his touch, suddenly afraid. Her lips were dry with desire yet she had a sudden dark fear for going back to the castle to his bedroom.
"Why do you want me?" she whispered before he let his finger run across her bottom lip. Instinctively, her body leaned in towards him, intoxicated by his scent. It was some mixture of apple spice and the scent of the woods. "Why do you want me?" Jareth retaliated. He, too, leaned closer so much that their lips were almost touching. His reached out his right arm and circled it about her waist.
Sarah was now pressed against the Goblin King and she closed her eyes with the thought. Her tongue slipped out to lick her lips before replying the unnecessary.
"I asked you first."
Before she could close her mouth, Jareth captured her lips with his, wrapping his left arm around her neck, drawing her even closer. Sarah gasped into his mouth but instantly returned the soft yet yearning kiss. She allowed his tongue to enter her own mouth and soon the soft kiss turned more fierceful. Just as Sarah thought she should break away for the need of air, a tingling sensation covered her body and she became dizzy. When she opened her eyes, a candle-lit bedchamber lay before her. She quickly pulled away from Jareth and twirled about. The room was exquisite. Intricate wood carvings, beautiful silk drapes and sheets, earthy-coloured tones. Her eyes stopped at a large, full-length mirror and the sight before her caused her mouth to drop. She wore a dark, emerald green silk robe tht was tied loosely about her curvy waist and black, jeweled high-heeled slippers. Her hair was no longer pulled back in a pony-tail, but lay beautifully around her shoulders and back. She couldn't blink before another figure stepped into the reflection behind her, his hands resting on her hips and his chin on her right shoulder.
"You are mine now, Sarah Williams," Jareth cooed into her ear, causing her to shiver with unspeakable desire.
No, she definitely was not home. And she wondered if she'd ever return again.
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PROLOGUE
Sarah's eyes blinked a few times and squinted in the darkness. Her tongue unknowingly ran across her lips as they parted, partially revealing her teeth. Suddenly, she felt hot all over her slim body that was draped over in an oversized white t-shirt. She was then aware that there lay no boundaries underneath that thin, cheap shirt and that its bottom hem lay a little less than mid-thigh length. With this realization, she swallowed hard and tried to cast her wide, green eyes away from the sight before her bed which she sat on.
Jareth spread his lips into a wide grin, his unmistakingly sharp teeth gleaming in the soft moonlight. His mismatched eyes gratefully roamed over the young girl's body, drinking in her form in the shadows that enveloped her. His grin soon morphed into a knowing smile as he watched Sarah's eyes beginning to rove to his own body. He was wearing black breeches and black paired with a loose, black painter's shirt. Over the shirt was his usual vest accessory: black, glossy and tight-fitting. His hands, surprisingly, were not graced by his usual black gloves.
Sarah bit back the urge to invite him to join her on the bed. 'What is he doing here?' she cried in her mind. 'I solved his damn labyrinth and won Toby back--'
Her thoughts were promptly interrupted by her own mouth. "Why the hell have you come back?!" she screamed, standing up from the bed out of the vulnerable position she had been in.
Jareth stayed where he was by her window, amused by her sudden outburst. Though he was no longer smiling, his eyes held the laughter as he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. "Shouldn't you repeat that question in your mind, Sarah? I hope you aren't that naive."
Sarah's newfound bravery quickly dissolved into embarrassment. Her once defying eyes fell down to the carpeted floor as she yelled at herself in her mind at how stupid she was. And then anger filled her eyes. "You sick pervert! I'm only 15! Do you actually think I'd want you of all people? What are you going to do, force yourself upon me?" she snapped in an obviously disgusted tone. Though inside, her hormones were going wild and her body was yearning to be pressed against the Goblin King.
Jareth cocked an elegantly arched eyebrow as he stepped forward. "That is precisely what I shall do should you decide not to cooperate with my intentions."
Sweat gathered between Sarah's young breasts and on the inside of her smooth, shaven thighs. 'Thank god I decided to shave last night,' a voice in her mind whispered. Sarah bit her lip at this thought. She couldn't just let Jareth have his way with her without a fight, even if she wanted him as well. She was a virgin, after all.
Sarah stood her ground and glared at the fair-haired king. "That is called rape, Jareth. I would think even a being such as yourself would find that a little incriminating."
Jareth continued his step towards her until they were mere inches apart, his tall figure dwarfing Sarah's in size. "Do not make the mistake of thinking you, little girl, have any power over me to make me feel ashamed." His eyes pierced into Sarah's, making her feel small once again.
"How did you get in?" Sarah inquired, quickly changing the subject. "My parents are just across the hall." She already knew the answer. Transporting was a given with his stealthiness.
Jareth smirked. "Sarah, Sarah. Though the last time you were in my kingdom was cut rather short, you know me more than that." His eyes glanced about the room. "I believe we're going to have to visit my bedchambers to make this whole situation a bit more appropriate," he rasped devilishly, running one of his long fingers along Sarah's cheek. She stiffened beneath his touch, suddenly afraid. Her lips were dry with desire yet she had a sudden dark fear for going back to the castle to his bedroom.
"Why do you want me?" she whispered before he let his finger run across her bottom lip. Instinctively, her body leaned in towards him, intoxicated by his scent. It was some mixture of apple spice and the scent of the woods. "Why do you want me?" Jareth retaliated. He, too, leaned closer so much that their lips were almost touching. His reached out his right arm and circled it about her waist.
Sarah was now pressed against the Goblin King and she closed her eyes with the thought. Her tongue slipped out to lick her lips before replying the unnecessary.
"I asked you first."
Before she could close her mouth, Jareth captured her lips with his, wrapping his left arm around her neck, drawing her even closer. Sarah gasped into his mouth but instantly returned the soft yet yearning kiss. She allowed his tongue to enter her own mouth and soon the soft kiss turned more fierceful. Just as Sarah thought she should break away for the need of air, a tingling sensation covered her body and she became dizzy. When she opened her eyes, a candle-lit bedchamber lay before her. She quickly pulled away from Jareth and twirled about. The room was exquisite. Intricate wood carvings, beautiful silk drapes and sheets, earthy-coloured tones. Her eyes stopped at a large, full-length mirror and the sight before her caused her mouth to drop. She wore a dark, emerald green silk robe tht was tied loosely about her curvy waist and black, jeweled high-heeled slippers. Her hair was no longer pulled back in a pony-tail, but lay beautifully around her shoulders and back. She couldn't blink before another figure stepped into the reflection behind her, his hands resting on her hips and his chin on her right shoulder.
"You are mine now, Sarah Williams," Jareth cooed into her ear, causing her to shiver with unspeakable desire.
No, she definitely was not home. And she wondered if she'd ever return again.
REVIEW, PEOPLE!! I'M NEW AND I NEED TO KNOW IF I SUCK AT THIS! =)