Underneath the Crystal Moon
a/n: I do not own Labyrinth. Sexual situations do follow in this chapter. Does not get to full on lemon, but darned close. So ye be warned.
Part Three: Eamon
Chapter 10
Eamon walked into the cabin after a few more moments of staring at the sky. He was scared to death. He had no experience whatsoever at giving pleasure to a woman. He could only hope and pray he knew enough to do this the right way. Especially since he knew Rhiannon was no innocent.
Rhiannon was sitting in an armchair, wearing a bathrobe that had little duckies embroidered onto it. Her feet were curled beneath her, and she was pretending to be engrossed in a paperback novel. The only way Eamon knew she was pretending was because the book was upside down. He made his way over to her and knelt down in front of her. He took the book from her hands and threw it over his shoulder, where it proceeded to make a thumping noise as it landed on an area rug. She turned her sapphire gaze to him, and he grabbed her hands. They were cold. He rubbed them between his own and started to speak to her.
"I have told you before of how my mother and father were forced to be together by a prophecy. Well, I have not told you of how he proposed to her, have I? A royal proposal is anything but romantic. It is an affair of state, and is handled as such. My mother could not bear to leave it at that. She did as she was told, said what she was supposed to say. But when they went out onto the balcony to greet the subjects: that was the exact moment she took the opportunity to tell my father that she loved him, for the very first time. From her memory I can recall that she saw how his face lit up, how his smile widened, and how his whole demeanor seemed to lighten. It made him the happiest man in the whole Underground to hear her say those words. She accepted her fate. She gave into it all. She left it all behind. And here I am, ignoring all I can have," Eamon stood and Rhiannon stood with him, "Rhiannon, I cannot give you forever. There are limits on what I can give you. But, for three weeks I can give you all that I was," he kissed one cheek, "all that I am," he kissed the other cheek and her lips parted softly, "and all I can be, all for you"
Rhiannon gasped as he kissed her, feeling her knees go weak. He wrapped his arms around her and held her up. She opened her mouth and willingly let his tongue in, stroking it with her own. Each stroke was pulling at her, drawing her in. She regained her footing and balance. She reached between them and tore the towel from around his waist. He was still wearing his swim trunks. She scraped her nails up his back, and then wrapped her fingers in his hair. The ends were still wet. As she pressed herself against him, she could feel that he was already hard, ready for her. She reached between them once again to untie the sash at the waist of her robe. The robe parted, showing that she was nude beneath. She shrugged the robe off her shoulders and let it fall softly to the ground. Then she reached for him, and pushed down his swim trunks. They were loose, and fell in a wet heap to the ground. They stood there, nude, devouring each other mouths, until Eamon broke the kiss to pick Rhiannon up. He carried her to the bed and placed her gently on it. She scurried under the covers to keep warm. He walked around the bed and did the same, reaching for her in the process.
"I've never done this before, you know," Eamon pointed out gently.
"I'll help you," Rhiannon told him as she kissed him again.
For quite a while lips met lips, and tongue met tongue. Fingers grazed skin and mouths started to follow. Eamon tasted her flesh in places he had never tasted before, and Rhiannon was awash in pleasure by the time he felt that he was ready to join with her. She looked him straight in the eye as he entered her, making them one. He shuddered and stopped, eyes closed in ecstasy.
"What are you waiting for?" Rhiannon whispered.
"You just feel so perfect. I am trying to fix this moment in my mind is all," Eamon told her. His breathing was starting to slow, and he became acclimated to being within her. He began to move, and for some time after that, all either of them knew was each other.
Sunlight was streaming through the window when Rhiannon finally opened her eyes. Her head rested on Eamon's chest, and his fingers were idly playing with her hair. She wrapped her leg around his and tilted her head up to see his face. His eyes were still sleepy, and a sleepy smile played on his face.
"Morning," he said. Rhiannon smiled and moved back to her former position, not wanting to give him an excuse to move.
"Morning," she said softly and sweetly.
"So, I was thinking, how about you marry me?"
Rhiannon did a double take, but did not move from her position, "What?"
"I figure we can do that handfasting thing you told me about once. That way, when I leave, you will be free. But for the last week I am here, when we get back to town, you can be my wife. What do you say?"
"What purpose would this serve?" Rhiannon asked, trying to keep a straight face.
"Well, I look at it this way. Last night I promised myself that, until I leave, I was going to give you every thing I could of me. I would not have done what I did last night if I had not made myself that promise. But, I also want to do what I would have done if I could stay…be your husband. It would not be legal, in any sense of the word, but it would mean something to me. Do you want to?" Eamon asked Rhiannon.
"Is this your way of telling me you love me?" Rhiannon asked him with a laugh.
"Suppose so," Eamon frowned, "why?"
"Why couldn't you just say 'I love you Rhiannon' instead of asking me to marry you out of the blue?" Rhiannon asked him.
"Those are words that are not to be taken lightly. And once I say them I cannot take them back. I need to know that when I say them you will still be here," Eamon said, sounding a little scared.
"Eamon, nothing is written in stone. Nothing," Rhiannon told him, "We can only hope that the things we say and do come back to us in positive ways. Sometimes you just need to take a leap of faith. Do you need me to say it first? I can say it first, and I'm just as afraid. I have loved you since the first time I saw you. I'm not normally one for love at first sight, but then again, I am not one for pulling my punches either. I can be honest with myself," Rhiannon told him.
Eamon pinned Rhiannon beneath him and kissed her mouth, "Rhiannon, I love you. More than anything. And if we only have until the full moon then that is all the time we have. But I want every moment to count. Marry me for a week?" Eamon asked her, totally serious.
Rhiannon laughed then, a silly laugh, "We are mad. Insane. Fine, Eamon, I will marry you for a week"
"Good. I was starting to think you would refuse!"
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"Who are you?" Jareth asked the hulking figure that crouched in his cell of iron and crystal.
"I am Erebus," the figure shrugged. The Fae knew this already, why did he persist?
"I want to know more about you. Who sired you?" Jareth asked him.
"I am the son of Chaos, and Chaos alone," Erebus said flatly.
"Do you have any other family?" Jareth asked him.
"Why do you wish to know?"
"I wish to know for my own personal records, that is all," Jareth assured him.
"I have a sister, Nyx. I fathered Aether myself. Nyx and I gave birth to Hemera, Moros, Charon, Eros, and the Keres," Erebus told the Goblin King. Jareth nodded.
"Where are you from, and how did you get here?"
"I will answer no more questions," Erebus said dryly. He almost looked amused. Let the stupid Fae figure out what he was and where he came from for himself. He would have no part of it.
a/n: I know, this one is kind of short. But I need to do a time change in the next chapter, and I did not want to skip ahead a week in the same chapter. Forgive me?