Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from the movie Labyrinth. The Labyrinth characters and events in the movies belong to Jim Henson, may he rest in peace as his legacy lives on through all of us. I seek to make no profit from this venture and I promise to return everything back the way I found it.
A Champion's Prize
Story by Jessica Arbuckle (Jessi, Princess of Impatience)
June - undetermined, 2005
Chapter Three, Desires of the Now…
"See now the desires of this night, where I will leave you to your own destiny," the voice came back to her, still soft. Sarah braced herself for what she would witness.
The blackness disappeared from all around her and Sarah found herself in a garden warm with sunlight. She blinked at the dramatic change from darkness to light and as her eyes readjusted, she saw to one side was a short, airy tent of brightly colored fabrics with a wide opening that revealed a low bed piled high with pillows of various shapes and colors. Her gaze roamed the rest of the garden, taking in the white marble benches and an enormous fountain made of marble with four high tiers from which the water flowed.
Warm hands descended on her bare shoulders, sending a gentle warmth through her body. 'Bare shoulders," she thought in surprise and looked down to find that the shorts and shirt she had been wearing had been replaced by an outfit that she could only describe as a belly dancer's costume. The low cut top was nothing more than two triangle-shaped pieces of a bright green fabric held together around her neck and ribcage with a soft silver cord. Bright silver chains were twined around her bare waist and the pants were low slung on her hips. 'Pants?' her mind echoed, for they really were nothing more than bikini-like bottoms of the same bright green fabric to which pieces of fabric of several shades of green were attached. While they covered her legs, she knew any movement would expose the length of her leg from hip to ankle. The same fabric was attached to two silver bands that encircled her upper arms, below where the pale fingers rested on her body.
"Perfect, you found my present," said an accented voice near her ear. She whirled around as she stepped back slightly, the sheer pieces of fabric cascading from her body as she looked up into his eyes. The mismatched eyes of Jareth, the man she loved.
She realized, belatedly, that instead of watching the dream, she was part of it. She stared at him, and her breath caught in her throat. His chest was bare, the alabaster skin gleaming like pearl in the sun. Her eyes hungrily roved over his lightly muscled chest and flat abdomen, following the line of white blonde hair that trailed down his abdomen towards a pair of low slung, light colored breeches, snug against the lean muscles of his body. She felt her heart begin to pound and a warm feeling blossom in several areas of her body. All she had to do was reach forward slightly and she would be able to touch any bit of skin she wanted, trace that line of pale hair downwards…
"Do you like it?" he asked, nuzzling her ear with the soft skin of his lips as he drew closer to her once more. She shivered, knowing he had meant the outfit and not the way she had been looking at his body.
"Yes," she said breathlessly, meaning both the outfit and him.
"Good," he purred, drawing her sharply against his body, the bare skin of her body meeting the bare skin of his. She felt her skin catch fire under the touch of his and she moaned softly, unconsciously flexing the hands she had braced against his bare chest when he had draw her to him. He grinned at her, his gaze smoldering as he laughed softly.
"Now Sarah, we have plenty of time for that," he said, continuing to laugh softly, the sound melodic as it swirled around her like music. "Do you not desire to eat first?"
Now was her chance. She could tell him she loved him and she was sorry and perhaps he might remember it in the morning. She would at least know if he still loved her as well.
"I love you," she said desperately.
"I know this. And I love you," he said with a grin. She felt her heart take on a faster and more thunderous pattern.
"Say it again," she whispered.
"I love you. I… love… you…," he said with a smile. "But you know this."
"Listen to me," she said, still desperate. "I love you, I always have and I always will. I didn't know it until now and I am so sorry I did not realize it sooner. I'm sorry I tried to forget about you."
He pulled back further to look at her, puzzled. "What are you talking about? Are you feeling ill? Or," his eyebrows rose dramatically, "is this some kind of game?" He chuckled. "This is a game, you wicked girl. Would you like me to assume your favorite character?"
At that, his lack of clothing changed into the black garb of the Goblin King. He crossed one arm across his chest as his gloved hand tapped his cheek.
"Sarah, Sarah, Sarah," he said mockingly, his voice cold although his eyes sparkled with bright humor. "You dared to forget me? What a pity."
Her senses exploded. He looked so beautiful, the put-on coldness of the 'character' he said he had assumed warring with his amusement at what he believed to be their game. Feelings and sensations grew in her, in places she had never before had such sensations. She was melting under his gaze, powerless to resist this shockingly real manifestation of the one she had tried so hard to forget.
"I don't know what made me do it," she pleaded, fighting back her desire so he would know how she felt. "I thought it was how people grew up, by putting aside childish things. I didn't know I loved you. I didn't know what I was giving up when I said that awful line."
"What's said is said," he quoted coldly, stalking towards her with what seemed to be deadly intent. "But I have decided to be generous." He gripped her upper arms, gazing down into her eyes and seeing how much she wanted him, how much she loved him.
"How," she panted, his gaze holding her frozen in his arms.
"I will allow you to remain my wife if you come to bed with me right now," he said, the mask and clothing slipping from him as he winked at her and she felt their location change. Looking around, she realized they were now inside the tent. Jareth, once again glad only in the breeches, stretched out on the low bed, propping himself up with some of the many pillows.
"Do you accept?" he asked softly.
'Yes, a thousand times yes!' her mind screamed as his gaze roamed lecherously over her body, igniting a fire along the path his eyes traveled. She nodded and watched his mismatched eyes darken as he beckoned to her.
"Come to me then my sweet wife." 'Wife?' her mind echoed. That was the second time he had said it. He thought they were married! For him, this was only a dream and she was filled with bittersweet longing. He may never know how she truly felt, but at least she could give him herself for real, whether he knew it or not.
No matter what happened after this, whether they were ever together again or not, she would always have this dream, which she would fight furiously to remember, and she was determined to make it perfect. She had never done the thought that came to her mind, but somehow her body seemed to know what to do. With a sly smile, she turned her back on him, snapping off one of the pieces of fabric attached to her armbands and drew it slowly over her face as she looked over a shoulder at him.
"Mmm, I had hoped that was why you asked for that present," he murmured hoarsely as she turned and began to slowly draw the fabric over her bare body. He waved his hands and soft, sultry music filled the air.
She began to move her hips in time to the music as, one by one, she pulled the pieces of fabric from her armbands and bikini bottom, drawing them over various parts of her body before she cast them aside. She moved ever closer to him, the belly chains the last item she removed before she came to stand next to the low bed clad in nothing but the brief pieces of fabric that were her top and bottom.
With a hungry growl, he grabbed her hand and gave it a short jerk, soft but firm enough to send her tumbling onto the bed. Roughly, he drew her on top of his body and she gasped as all of their clothing disappeared and she was left naked before his eyes, feeling his growing hardness against her quickly heating lower body. She blushed, looking away at anything but their naked bodies and heard his soft sound of amusement.
"I do not believe I've seen you blush like that since our first time together," he said against her ear before he reached out his tongue to gently trace the edge of it.
"It feels like it," she said with honesty.
"Interesting, very interesting," he said, sucking gently on the lobe as she shivered against him. "Mmmm, you like that, allow me," he whispered before swiftly moving to her other ear and grazing it gently with his teeth.
Sarah moaned softly, wiggling, the motion causing friction between her breasts and his chest. The dusky tips of her breast hardened instantly and she moaned again as he cupped one breast in his hand, his thumb slowly circling her taut peak as he trailed kisses down her neck, pausing to pay special attention to one edge of her collar bone. She screamed as she was rocked with sensations, her lower body turning hot at the touch.
He drew back to look at her in surprise. "Well, I can see what you mean about feeling like this is our first time, my sweet," he whispered huskily. "I've never caused that reaction before in such an innocuous place."
He claimed her mouth in his own, kissing her with a sweet passion, sucking gently at her lip and tracing her teeth with the darting movements of his tongue. He shifted her to her side and a hand trailed slowly down her bare hip and across her flat stomach, coming to rest just above the dark curls that lay at the juncture of her thighs.
"But here," he breathed softly, breaking the kiss as his fingers unerringly sought the tight bundle of nerves that lay beneath, causing her to scream again. "Ahh, yes, here is where I normally get that reaction."
Sarah writhed under his hand, the sensation so intense she thought she might explode. At his touch, she could feel herself grow incredibly wet. She grasped the bed with the hand that lay under him, the other clutching frantically at the air as she rose her hips up to meet his touch. She moaned his name low in her throat, over and over.
At the sound of his name, he again kissed her, one long finger slipping slowly inside her. He growled when he found how damp she had become, the liquid hot against his skin. He slipped the finger slowly out again, swallowing her resulting moan in his mouth as his finger slowly began a journey around the tight bundle, not touching it directly as he circled it. As he did this, his mouth left hers, taking one of her taunt peaks into his mouth. His tongue set pace with his finger, both deliciously circling two of her most sensitive areas.
Sarah felt something building in her body, a tightness, a yearning she could not name. His tongue and finger drove her ever closer to it and she opened her eyes wide, silently begging release from this feeling. Her eyes met his, his mouth still warmly covered the peak of her breast. When the room started to spin, she thought it was from the sensations, but at once, the thought came unbidden to her mind.
'It's ending,' her mind whispered as she saw his eyes widen. She was sure he was feeling the same thing she was.
"I love you, always remember that," she cried out in desperation right before his image began to blur.
She awoke, drenched in sweat and panting, her whole body on fire and her heart pounding out a furious beat.
a/n: Please R/R, I would just adore it!