A Prophecy Speaks
Author's Note: I still do not own Labyrinth, would like to own Bowie though……..mmmmmm.
Chapter 13 –or- Discovery
As the door slammed Jareth conjured up about fifty crystal spheres and threw them rapidly at the wall, shattering them instantly. With a negligent wave of his hand the mess was cleared. The damned woman had a way about her. She set his skin on fire with her touch. He felt like he needed her in ways he could not describe.
Jareth had never explained that they could not make love until they were married. Hell, he had never even kissed anyone in the eons he had been alive. There had never been anyone who had given him that feeling, that stirring deep down in his soul. He had always been waiting for that feeling. He knew that someday someone would make him feel that way. But it had not happened yet. Not until Sarah had defeated his labyrinth. The need was so deeply embedded in him for her, just her. Like he had been waiting for her to awaken that need in him all this time. He had the worst case of nerves ever.
Jareth could not hear anything from Sarah's room, and ruled out looking in with a crystal. He had promised himself he would not spy on her in her room. Instead, he walked out of his room and knocked on her door. It was probably the first time he felt he had no right to enter a room in his own castle. She did not answer. He knew she was in there though. He was done being polite.
Jareth appeared on the balcony. Sarah was curled up in a cozy chair, staring right at him with her hands wrapped around her knees. She was wearing her satin pajamas and a steely gaze. He walked in and knelt before her. She had been crying while he had been breaking spheres. He hated that she had been crying. He had not known what to do when she approached him like that, and he had made her feel bad.
"Sarah, I cannot make love to you until we are married. It is my fault and I should have told you. Do you know how old I am, Sarah?" Jareth asked her softly, and she shook her head, holding the gaze.
"Neither do I. I have been alive more years than I care to count. Do you know how many women I have kissed?" and Sarah shook her head again.
"I do. They number zero." Sarah's eyes widened, and her gaze softened slightly. He marveled at how beautiful she looked when she had been riled.
"Believe me, I am as curious as you are. Probably more than you are since I have loved you so long. We need to take it slow, and steady. Work up to it. For the past nine years I have only dreamt of kissing one person in any realm, and I do not want to get it wrong," Jareth told her as he pulled her slight form up out of the chair. He hugged her, and it seemed like a good place to start.
Sarah reached down between them and unbuttoned his coat. He took a moment to shrug it off and toss it onto the chair. They embraced once again.
"Jareth? Do you ever take your gloves off?" Sarah asked him.
"I never even realize I am wearing them anymore," he admitted, and removed his gloves. His hands were pale and slender, like a pianist's. He used them to gather the wealth of her hair and let it fall like in a waterfall of dark water.
Sarah could feel the heat within her. She kissed his chest where her head was laying. It was a small kiss. She worked up the courage to stand on her tiptoes and place another small kiss on his pale neck, sucking the skin softly for a moment. There was a sharp intake of breath from him. She placed a kiss on his strong jaw, and then on his flushed cheek. She pulled back to look into his eyes, which were softer than she had ever seen before.
"It takes two to do this, you know," Sarah smiled.
Jareth took a chance and gathered Sarah's hair with one hand and titled her head back. He planted soft, wet kisses along her collarbone, and up on side of her neck. She tasted like salt and sweetness. Her skin was warm and so soft.
Jareth went to kiss her cheek softly. Sarah used an old trick and turned her head suddenly. The kiss landed on her red lips.
Jareth recoiled a little from her lips and let go of her hair in surprise.
"Oh no, my Goblin King, you will not get away that easily," Sarah said as she brought his face to hers, and started the first real kiss either of them had.
Sarah noted that his lips were very soft, and very sweet. Time seemed to freeze, and she felt heat begin to pool within her at her center. Desire rushed through her as she felt him suck her lower lip into his mouth and bite it gently. She grabbed the back of his head and meshed her fingers in his blonde hair. It felt so good, so hot. She felt like she was melting.
Jareth felt Sarah relax in his arms as he deepened the kiss, exploring her mouth. She tasted like honey, and was light as a feather in his arms. He had never kissed before, never felt such heat and compulsion. He could feel her heart beating and could feel her tremble slightly. It was so beautiful, and so sacred.
Jareth picked Sarah up without breaking off the kiss, and cradled her in his arms. He sat down in the chair Sarah had occupied when he came in, and placed Sarah in his lap as he continued to kiss her. Sarah was clinging to him desperately as he held her, and one of his hands snuck below her top and caressed her bare back.
The wetness on her cheeks is what finally broke the spell. Jareth released her lips and stared at her tear-stained face. He was about to slip on his kingly face when Sarah spoke.
"You are so beautiful. I always thought so," Sarah told him while sniffling.
"Are you alright, Sarah?" Jareth asked her, a little concerned that they had gone too far.
Sarah nodded and fiddled with a lock of his hair. She fell silent and rested her head on his chest. Jareth got up and carried her to her bed, lying her down. He was about to leave the room when he heard her speak.
"Jareth? Stay with me?" Sarah asked with eyes closed.
Jareth sighed as he stretched out beside her. Sarah scooted over and nestled herself in the crook of his arm.
"Goodnight, honey," Sarah murmured softly.
"Goodnight, love," Jareth whispered to her as he felt her breathing become even. This time he was the one to shed tears as he felt her sleeping body in his arms. He held her for a long time before transporting himself to his own chambers and to his own bed.
Author's Note: Thanks to all of you who reviewed this story so far. I really appreciate it. I wanted to say that some people think my chapter length needs work. I have been writing this on paper and then typing it out. As I write I break it up where I believe the story needs to be broken up. I tend to believe it is artistic discretion. Keep those reviews coming!