A Prophecy Speaks
a/n: I do not own labyrinth. There is mild sexual situations involved in this chapter.
Chapter 29 –or- A Confrontation
Sarah swept her hand and the trap door to the oubliette opened. She jumped and floated down to the dark and dank floor. She was very foreboding in black, with fury on her face. In her heart though, she only wanted to get her husband back.
"Come out come out wherever you are", Sarah whispered. He was in here, she knew that.
"It would be wise for you to go away", Jareth told her.
"Asshole. Come out here right now, I command it. I command you", Sarah said, emphasizing the only word that would bring Jareth out of the shadows. She was right. He came out of the shadows with a feral grin on his beautiful face.
"My Queen, you do not command me. No one commands me", Jareth told her.
"Good. I was starting to think that your brains had been scrambled. Let's get to the point. I am the Goblin Queen. I hold as much power as you. I am willing and able to defend our kingdom against anything that can be thrown against it. I may be pregnant, but I am still a very capable and formidable woman. Queen Carla will be here with me. Princess Cara will be here also. I will have protection. I will have help. You will not die at war. You will fight, you will win, and you will come back to the triplets and I. The queens will go home, tend to their people. I am not some mere woman. I am Sarah, Queen of the Goblins and Mistress of the Labyrinth. I am your wife. You will give me the respect due to me. You will come back with me, and we will summon a council of war. We will make each other proud", Sarah told him. His mouth was agape.
"Triplets?", he asked. She shook her head in exasperation and walked over to him. She stood on tiptoe and put her face as close to his as possible without touching him.
"Triplets. In four months", Sarah whispered.
Jareth slid his arms around her. He now saw what Carys had seen. Sarah had the fire within her. That strength and determination had solved his labyrinth. She would hold the kingdom, even while big with his child. His children. He hugged her as tears slipped down his face. It was what they had to do. Being just was worth nothing unless they did what they had to do. Just sitting by was not an option. They were at war. And he would make sure he came home to her, to his Sarah. She had been his reason for living for so long, and he would ride with the knowledge that he had done the one thing he had always hoped to do: he had captured her heart. She would bear the heirs to his throne. Nothing could mean more to him.
As he held her close he felt her become restless. She moved against him in a way that made him respond. She bit his neck and sucked the flesh into her mouth. When she let go he claimed her lips and tongue. He tasted the nectar that was her mouth. Sarah reached between them to undo his breeches, and pulled his vest off. She pulled his shirt over his head and kissed his chest repeatedly. She did not know which one of them had conjured the thick blanket on the ground of the oubliette, but as Jareth laid her down on it, she was grateful. As he took her, she knew it did not matter where it was or when it was; it was always making love. And it was always precious.