Underneath the Crystal Moon
a/n: I do not own Labyrinth. Sorry the updates have been a little slow. I am trying as hard as I can. I promise that it will be worth the wait though! This one took a while because ffnet took away my posting privileges because I posted a songfic. They took it away from me for a week. Grr.
Part Three: Eamon
Chapter 5
"Eamon, you have been here a week now, do you realize that?" Rhiannon asked the prince. Eamon looked up from the magazine he had been flipping through in confusion.
"Really?" Eamon asked, "Huh. Three more weeks of being here with you then?"
"Yes. That is actually what I wanted to talk to you about. You are going to be here three more weeks, and I kind of do not want to spend that three weeks cooped up here," Rhiannon told him. It was actually more serious than that. The past few days had been filled with slight touches, brushes of skin, and it was all starting to drive Rhiannon a little insane. She was not one to throw herself at someone, but yesterday she almost had.
She had felt like a horny teenager yesterday. Rhiannon had this bright idea to wash her car, and Eamon was helping her. She was rinsing off the car and did not see that he was washing the door panel on the opposite side of the car. When she started to spray the water, it soaked him to the bone. He had been wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans. When the shirt got soaked, he stripped it off. That had been enough to make her catch her breath. After she apologized, she went about washing the rear of the car, when the water hit her from her right side. Eamon was getting revenge, but she could not exactly strip off her green tank top. Her denim shorts were soaked also. From there is deteriorated into a war for the hose and the soapy water. After about fifteen minutes of running back, forth, and around, Rhiannon had tackled the prince from behind, pinning him to the soft grass in her yard. She rolled off of him, and he looked at her. His hair was soaked, his skin glistened with soapy water, and Rhiannon found herself wanting to rub up against him, and suck the water off his lips. She had seen a flicker of something in Eamon's eyes. Rhiannon had resisted, and she went about cleaning up their enormous mess.
Eamon looked up all of a sudden, holding a magazine aloft, "These 'magazines' are disturbing! 'What do his lips say about him'? 'Will you hook up this fall'? 'What's your orgasm style'? 'What does his kiss say about the way he loves you'? Twisted! Insane!" Eamon brandished the magazine like it was a weapon, and Rhiannon could not help but fall down and laugh.
"Eamon! You know, women are usually the ones who read those," Rhiannon pointed out, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes.
"Well, what do you want to do, since you do not want to stay cooped up here any longer?" Eamon asked her, helping her off the floor.
"Let's go to the park. We can pack a picnic, and I can meditate. Some intense contact with the ground might help me gather power for the ritual," Rhiannon pointed out, "Go upstairs, and in the closet is a small basket"
Eamon was halfway up the stairs before he realized he had followed yet another of her commands. He looked over his shoulder and shouted down, "You know, you would make a good queen. You sure are good at giving orders!" He continued onto the closet anyways, grabbing said basket and bringing it to Rhiannon. She had a slightly haunted expression on her face, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing!" Rhiannon shook herself out of her melancholy reverie to smile at Eamon. He shrugged and sat down again.
It was a short time later when they packed up the car with the basket, a large blanket, and a couple of books for Eamon to read. They took off down the road, only to stop a few minutes later at a park that sparked Eamon's memory. Or rather, his mother's memory.
"Give me the child. Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered, I have fought my way here to the castle beyond the Goblin City to take back the child that you have stolen, for my will is as strong as yours, and my kingdom is as great. My kingdom as great…damn! I can never remember that line…"
"Shit!" Eamon gasped. He had never thought he would ever get to see this place. There it was, the stone footbridge, the small pillars, including the one he knew his father had perched on that day. He looked around in wonder.
"What is it Eamon?" Rhiannon asked, a little concerned.
"This is it! This is where it happened!" Eamon was making no sense to Rhiannon.
"What happened here?" Rhiannon asked him.
"This is where my mother came the day she wished Toby away. She was standing over there," Eamon pointed to a spot a bit away, "and she was practicing her lines out of her book…and he saw her here. Then it started to rain, and she ran home, to what is now your home. I never thought I would ever be able to see this."
"That's amazing!" Rhiannon was happy for him. He looked as if he had seen heaven. Eamon hugged her tightly, and then took her hand. He walked them over to a spot near the footbridge. Rhiannon knew it made him feel closer to home. They laid out the big blanket, and then Rhiannon took off her sandals. Eamon just looked around in wonder as Rhiannon sat on the grass.
"Why not on the blanket?" Eamon asked her.
"I am an earth element. I need to be as close to the actual earth as possible," Rhiannon told him. He nodded in understanding and stayed quiet while Rhiannon undid her braid and sat cross-legged on the green carpet of grass. She closed her eyes, and Eamon knew he should probably stay as silent as possible for however long it took. But that did not mean he could not look at her, like he had so many times now. She was gorgeous. She was as beautiful as any Fae. Her blond hair was long, and so light. Her eyes were ice blue, and when she got angry or excited they turned sapphire blue. The lashes were light brown, and dusted with gold. Her skin was so pale it was almost translucent, and it was very soft. He had touched her hand many times, and 'accidentally' brushed her arms, her thighs, and her calves some number of times. He wanted to be close to her.
Even if it is only for these few weeks, I want to be close to her. I wish I could take her back with me. We could spend more time together, get to know each other better. But, I have no idea how she would end up there. My mother was allowed to come because she had to. Toby was allowed to come because he was a child and they made exceptions. I cannot even communicate with anyone in the Underground to see about getting her to come back with me.
Eamon found himself lying on the large blanket, staring at the same sky his mother must have stared at many times while in this same park. He could hear birds chirping, the small brook babbling, the wind in the trees, small children laughing in the distance, and a dog barking every once and awhile.
Rhiannon did not know how long she had been under. That was what she liked to call it anyways. The point at which she ceased to be a person, but became a child of the earth instead. She shut all of it out, and instead reached down into the earth with her consciousness, feeling everything below her. She curled her psychic fingers over dirt, minerals, animals, plants, water, and all the lovely things that made up the earth that she currently sat on. Then she used her mind to open it up, and let the power of it all drift into her. She had sat that way for a long time, days in her mind, but when she came up she noticed that the sun had only moved a little, and that Eamon was fast asleep on the blanket.
Rhiannon had seized many chances to look upon him like this, so innocent looking. She knew he couldn't be. There was no way a man that good looking could be innocent. The thought intrigued her, and maybe even scared her. She was definitely no virgin. And he would look almost just like this forever.
Rhiannon heard a puppy barking, and then someone's voice, "Rhiannon!"
A slightly older girl toting a little Labrador puppy came bounding up to the blanket. Eamon seemed not to even hear her, or the dog, because his eyes were closed and his breathing was even.
"Renee! Nice to see you again, what's it been, like, two months?" Rhiannon stood up and hugged her friend. Then she kissed Renee's cheeks, and then her lips, in greeting to a fellow witch. Renee returned the kiss and the hug, "Who's the puppy?"
"My neighbor's," Renee rolled her eyes, "They are out of town, so I am house sitting"
"What are you up to otherwise?" Rhiannon asked her.
"A little of this, a little of that. Mark and I are going to that one club tonight…'Z' I think is what it is called," Renee told her, "Hey! Bring that handsome guy you have sleeping there!"
Rhiannon looked down at Eamon and smiled.
"When did you start dating him, Rhiannon?" Renee asked as the puppy snaked its way around her legs, nearly knocking her off balance.
"I'm not dating him per se, he is a friend from out of town and he is staying with me until the full moon," Rhiannon told her friend. She knew Renee would never believe the truth. She may have been Wiccan, but she was not as strong a believer in magical things as Rhiannon was.
"Staying with you, eh?" Renee said lecherously. Rhiannon held up a fist and shook it at her friend. Then she let it drop.
"To tell you the truth, I wish he didn't have to leave. Part of me wishes I could go with him," Rhiannon said wistfully. Renee laughed.
"You always were a hopeless romantic, Saphira Ni' Ffion," Renee sighed. Rhiannon started at the sound of her craft name. They normally reserved their craft names for use during rituals and when they were around other witches.
"Why so formal?" Rhiannon asked her friend.
"Seemed like the appropriate name for the appropriate time," Renee shrugged. Then she brightened up, "So, you going to come tonight? And bring…what's his name?" Renee asked.
"Eamon," Rhiannon told her.
"Sounds Irish, maybe Scottish. No matter, what's his last name?" Renee prodded.
"Prince," Rhiannon told her.
"He looks like a prince, that one does. Well, Rhiannon George, will you and Eamon Prince be joining us tonight?" Renee asked again, insistent.
"Sure. We have been looking for something to do. We have been getting kind of bored," Rhiannon pointed out.
"Meet you there at ten?"
"Ten," Rhiannon nodded.
Renee waved as she jogged off, the puppy yipping and snipping at her ankle.
"Saphira?" an amused voice asked sleepily from the ground. Rhiannon nearly jumped off the ground.
"How much did you hear?" Rhiannon asked him, wondering if he had heard her confess how much she wanted him to stay.
"I heard someone call you Saphira Ni' Ffion, and nothing before that," Eamon told her, "Why? Were you talking about me?"
"Not really. We are going out tonight," Rhiannon told him.
"What's your real name, Rhiannon George, or Saphira Ni' Ffion?" Eamon asked her.
"Rhiannon was the name I was born with. It is the name that ties me to this body. Saphira Ni' Ffion is the name of my spirit, of my inner self. Normally we do not even use this name unless we are doing ritual or are in the presence of other witches. She should not have used it out here, where other people may have heard it, you excepted," Rhiannon stretched out beside the prince and laid on her side, so she could look him in the eye. Big mistake. His eyelids were heavy with sleep, and his hair was mussed.
He could arouse a damned rock!
"Where are we going out tonight?" Eamon asked her.
"My friend Renee and her boyfriend are going to this club, and they want us to join them," Rhiannon brushed an errant strand of hair off his cheek, an unconscious gesture.
"Shouldn't I be asking you?" Eamon sounded confused.
"About what?"
"It's a date, right? Shouldn't I be asking you out? That was what one of those magazines said," Eamon frowned, trying to figure out the puzzle.
"You do not have to ask me out. I could ask you out, or we could just go since we are going to go anyways," Rhiannon pointed out.
"But I want to take you out!" Eamon protested.
"You want to take me out?" Rhiannon asked him.
"Would you say no?"
"No, I wouldn't," Rhiannon whispered. She realized her face was only a few inches away from Eamon's. She could feel his warm breath on her face.
"What are we doing here?" Eamon asked her, serious.
"Kiss me?" Rhiannon asked him softly.
"Why?"
"Because I have been wanting you to. Because we only have a certain amount of time together. Because you are hot. Because I'm being honest when I tell you that I want nothing more on this earth than to be kissed by you right now," Rhiannon told him, bringing her face even closer so that her lips were right next to his. Eamon closed the gap, chastely brushing his lips against hers in the softest of kisses. Then his lips were gone, and Rhiannon missed their presence.
"Can I take you to dinner tonight?" Eamon asked her.
"Yes, but I'm going to pay," Rhiannon laughed.
"Oh good, because I have no money!"