The Way Forward Is Sometimes The Way Back:
Sequel to Labyrinth
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, shape, or form own Labyrinth, its characters, its scenes, or quotes. They all belong to the geniuses Jim Henson, George Lucas, David Bowie, Brian Froud, Dennis Lee, Terry Jones, & Trevor Jones. I only own this fanfic storyline and the characters I made up (if I make up any).
Note: Just a reminder, Sarah and Jareth are going to have flashbacks to Labyrinth throughout this fanfic, so their flashbacks, which will be a flashback of images, sounds, or both, with be written in Bold and Italics like this…
Note: This chapter includes some intimacy... shh's the readers that begin to scream "FINALLY!" Well now they're married, so it's the right moment for both of them... Anyways, here's my warning...
Chapter 11: Fear Me… Love Me…
The reality of what was happening to her was hard for Sarah to grasp. It was turning out to be very hard to let sink in. We're married… Sarah thought, dazedly. Jareth and I are married… The King and Queen of the Goblins…
Sarah had taken a moment to catch her breath from the party by sitting for a moment and sipping a glass of champagne. She was amazed at how parched she'd been. She hadn't left Jareth's arms on the dance floor since they danced and he sang their first song as man and wife. She had begged Jareth to take a break and have a drink, so Jareth had taken Mizelle as his new dance partner.
Sarah smiled and laughed as she watched Jareth mindfully dance with little Mizelle. It was obvious Mizelle thought she was a more experienced and proficient dancer than she really was, but Sarah watched Jareth's patience and fairness lovingly.
"He really will be a remarkable father, now won't he?" Sarah heard behind her. She turned and saw Midori watching her with a motherly gaze.
"Oh… yes… yes he will…" Sarah faltered, realizing she had been thinking just what Midori had said so plainly.
"We had always hoped that he would find someone to share an eternity with… Someone he could fill one of his most desired dreams with…" Midori continued.
"Dreams…? Jareth… Jareth dreamed of having a family…?" Sarah found herself compelling Midori to clarify.
"Oh yes! He has always dreamt of having a family and children with the one he loved… He had started to doubt if he would ever find someone that he could love and would love him in return…" Midori rose from her seat and took both of Sarah's hands, and concluded, "…then he found you…"
Sarah smiled at Midori, knowing that all she knew had come from the mother-son relationship she had made with Jareth. She knew Jareth had come to bond with Midori's maternal nature after losing it from the woman who was truly his mother. Sarah felt herself making that same bond with Midori, really knowing no other mother than Karen, and even she had not been an actual mother to Sarah.
Sarah, still sitting, wrapped her arms around Midori's waist like a child and hugged her close. Midori held Sarah like a mother would hold a small child and placed a small kiss on Sarah's forehead.
"I am so happy for the two of you…" Midori said, feeling motherly tears form in her eyes. "Now, go to your husband…"
Sarah looked up at Midori and gave her a smile, then walked to her husband. Mizelle had given up on dancing and was just allowing Jareth to carry her and spin her around. Mizelle would let her head fall back as he did, letting her freshly cleaned blonde curls fly about her face. Sarah approached and as Jareth began to slow, grabbed Mizelle and began tickling her franticly.
Mizelle began giggling uncontrollably and Jareth began to laugh.
"What are you doing? Huh? Trying to steal my dance partner?" Sarah said jokingly, with false anger.
"Maybe…" Mizelle said in between laughs.
"What? Are you feeling threatened by a five-year-old?" Jareth said jokingly, adding to Sarah's fun.
"By this five-year-old, yes!" Sarah said, taking Mizelle her arms and spinning her around. "How am I supposed to compete with these blonde locks and adorable chubby cheeks?"
"Well you've got a point there…" Jareth said, satirically.
Mizelle giggled happily as Sarah spun her around, Sarah's curled, dark brown locks flying about. It was Jareth's turn to observe as he watched Sarah twirl Mizelle around the dance floor.
I started to think it wasn't possible… Jareth thought, …but my dreams are becoming reality… I have found a beautiful woman that I love and finally returns my love unconditionally… It will only be a matter of time before we have a family… Just look at her, she's a natural mother… Jareth felt himself smiling as he imagined Sarah, playing just as she was then with Mizelle, playing with their children.
Sarah stopped and put Mizelle down as the nursemaids came and began to round up the goblin children. Mizelle leaned on Sarah sleepily and Sarah soon picked her back up and began to cradle her in arms. Midori was soon by Sarah's side, taking the half-asleep Mizelle into her arms.
"Alright, children, it's time to turn in now… All of you have had quite enough excitement for one day…" Midori announced.
"Awwwwwwww………." All the children said, protesting at first. Soon, they began to give in to their exhaustion, and began to slowly make their way back to the castle.
"Say good night to Jareth and Sarah now…" Midori said kindly.
"Good night, Jareth… Good night, Sarah…" the children said in unison.
"Good night…" Jareth and Sarah said softly, Jareth wrapping an arm around Sarah's waist.
"Night-night, Jeer-ath… Night-night, Se-wah…" Mizelle said sleepily, giving Jareth and Sarah a small wave over Midori's shoulder.
Sarah felt a tug at her heart as she found herself returning the small wave to Mizelle, "Good-night, Mizelle…"
Mizelle was soon asleep in Midori's arms as the nursemaids ushered the children into the nursery to go to sleep.
Jareth and Sarah said good-bye and good night to all the guests and the guests filed out one by one. When everyone had left, Jareth suddenly scooped Sarah off her feet. Sarah let out a small, surprised scream as Jareth said extravagantly, "I shall convey you to our suite, Your Highness…"
Sarah giggled, "Jareth…"
Jareth carried Sarah effortlessly to their suite and carefully laid her on the bed. Sarah looked around as she noticed the suite they had been sharing was decorated lavishly for their wedding. He sat with her a moment, unsure of where to go from there.
"Would you like to… change or…" Jareth began to feel a little uncomfortable, finding he had no idea what to say in the moment.
To Jareth's surprise and astonishment, Sarah began to laugh. "Yes, I don't think our evening will be going much further with me in this wedding dress…"
Jareth felt himself turning a bit pink but was relieved Sarah had implemented some command over the situation. Jareth was aware of what is supposed to transpire on a man and woman's wedding night and he was more than anxious to fill one of his dreams that had been guaranteed upon his and Sarah's marriage. But now that the moment had come, Jareth found himself unsure of how to begin.
"Of course, I'll just go… and… get ready…" Jareth found himself saying, then basically running into the bathroom like a pubescent teenager. Thoughts of self-consciousness and embarrassment swarmed through Jareth's head.
What the hell are you acting like this for? Jareth thought angrily to himself as he hastily removed his black jacket and cream-colored vest. You're her bloody husband, now, you can't run off like an irrational boy… She has to have been with some man before… Why wouldn't she have been? You've been with a few here and there… She has her needs like you have yours… Stop embarrassing yourself and go back in there and be with your wife!
Jareth took a deep breath, loosening the collar of his black poet shirt, then opened the door to the bathroom and walked back into the suite, closing the door behind him. Jareth looked around the room, seeing candles lit all around the room, not giving the room overwhelming light but giving it a picturesque luminescence. The gentle glow brought his attention to the cream-colored rose petals that were scattered about the room and on the scarlet silk bedding. His eyes continued along the bed as his eyes came to rest on an absolutely exquisite and angelic being, donned like an angel in silk and lace, with long dark-brown hair falling loosely around her shoulders.
Jareth felt himself being silently pulled towards the figure, the fact that the exquisite figure was indeed Sarah not quite registering. Sarah held out her hand to Jareth, beckoning him towards her. Jareth took her hand, completely bewitched. Sarah gently brought Jareth down on the crimson sheets with her. Jareth's body involuntarily did as Sarah silently willed it to do.
Jareth felt tingling all over his body as he felt Sarah gently trace his face with her soft, silky touch. Her fingers moved and began to trace his thin lips and he soon felt her fingers being replaced by her tender lips. Jareth felt a fire within him growing, but he kept it at bay, challenging it to ruin the tender, sweet moment.
Sarah suddenly broke away from Jareth and moved to retrieve something from a side table.
"Sarah…" Jareth heard himself saying softly, barely above a whisper. He soon felt her silky fingertips on his lips again, delicately silencing him. His gaze moved from her soft, pale green eyes to what she got from the table and he knew that his eyes widened. In her other hand, Sarah held a bowl of small fruits. Peaches. Jareth looked back into Sarah's eyes, knowing the meaning behind the peaches.
His peach. The tainted peach he had ordered Hoggle to give her so that she would fall into a fantasy and forget that she was searching for Toby. Even though Sarah had included Jareth in her fantasy, Jareth had induced the narcotic daydream. Sarah offering him peaches now was symbolic; of her commitment, of her love, of her acceptance.
Sarah, seeing Jareth's reaction to the peaches, carefully selected a peach as a small smile escaped onto her face. She held the peach close to Jareth lips, not breaking their gaze for a moment. Jareth, without tearing his eyes from hers, opened his mouth and took a small bite of the peach. Sarah in turn, took a bite from where Jareth had taken a bite, then returned the peach back to the bowl and placed it on the table.
"Jareth… I'm yours…" Sarah said, placing her hands on Jareth's chest. Jareth could feel her warm hands through his shirt and at her touch, the fire inside of him began to break through his barrier, wanting to feel more of Sarah… All of Sarah…
"I'm yours for the taking…" Sarah explained, grabbing Jareth's shirt in her fists, feeling a fire of her own building inside of her. Sarah pulled Jareth to her, but her act was unneeded as Jareth succumbed to the fire within him and came to Sarah, kissing her with a passion he didn't know he possessed.
Their tongues danced forcefully as they tasted the peach that lingered on their taste buds. Jareth soon tore his mouth from Sarah's and began to ardently kiss her neck. Sarah's head fell back as his kisses moved down her neck and further down her shoulders. Her fingers ran promiscuously through his blonde locks that fanned across her bare shoulders.
He boldly pulled on her nightgown exposing her breasts, and he quickly took to them, covering them with his mouth. Sarah moaned as his tongue danced across her smooth peaks. His tongue trailed down her stomach as he removed the nightgown completely, tossing it aside. He placed kisses all along her slender leg, savoring the taste of her sweet, silky skin.
He swiftly removed his shirt, kicking off his boots, then began to undo his pants. Sarah was soon up, assisting him, working furiously to remove the tight pants that aroused her to no end. Free of his pants, Sarah gazed upon him, knowing he had to be well endowed from how his pants fit him. She looked back up at him with a carnal hunger, wanting him more than she had ever thought she could.
Jareth's mouth soon covered Sarah's again, as they fell back onto the bed. Jareth steadied himself, not knowing how long he could stand not connecting with Sarah, wanting her with an excessive libidinous fervor. Jareth broke away from Sarah and gazed down on her. She's mine for the taking… Jareth thought, satisfied. He looked deeply into Sarah's eyes, discerning the expression that reflected in her pale green eyes. A look of love and…
Jareth felt an animalistic pleasure as he growled, "Are you fearing me, Sarah? You are fearing me… and loving me… aren't you?" Sarah began to slip from her dominant role as she nodded timidly.
Sarah saw the familiar satisfied smile creep onto Jareth's face as she heard him utter, "Good… You are mine, Sarah…"
"I'm yours, Jareth… Take me, Jareth…" Sarah breathed, eagerly and weak-willed at the same time.
Jareth didn't tear his gaze from Sarah's eyes as he slid inside her. They both took a breath as they felt the union. Jareth took pleasure seeing the mixture of pleasure, erotic desire and pain on Sarah's face. Their fires combined as Jareth began to move within her. Sarah gasped at the feeling and Jareth began to kiss her passionately. Sarah surrendered to his voracity as she felt him move within her and begin to thrust forcefully in and out with untamed vigor. She soon had to tear her mouth from his as she began to gasp, an intense fire building within her. The fire she felt building was different and Sarah never felt such a strong sensation in her life. Jareth moved his mouth down her neck and nipped at her neck hungrily, a tension of his own building. As his mouth covered her neck, he took in her scent and her pulsating around him as he drove deeply inside her.
"Jareth… oh…. Jareth…" Sarah gasped, taking in sharp breaths as she felt the fire peak.
"Sarah… I am your slave…" Jareth growled in her ear, feeling her tighten around him.
Sarah let out a sharp, shuddering breath as the fire consumed her entire body in orgasmic waves of pleasure, eroticism, and sensuality. Everything she sensed was heightened; Jareth's warm mouth along her shoulder, his long locks that brushed against her naked skin, the feeling of him inside her, ravaging her to no end, filling her with a complete sensual indulgence she'd never experienced with any other man.
Jareth felt her tighten and he soon came to his own height of pleasure and he spilled himself within her, filling her with his seed. He let out one last moan as he fell into Sarah's arms.
They laid in each other's, their fingertips grazing over the other gently. Sarah placed a few kisses to Jareth's shoulder and Jareth moved off of her onto his side, moving her onto her side with him. As he gathered a blanket around them, he traced her face lovingly, a dream of his finally fulfilled. Everything he had hoped for and longed for in the dream was fulfilled and he looked tenderly into Sarah's face, then placed a sweet kiss to her lips.
"I love you, Sarah…" He said quietly, playing with a lock of Sarah's hair.
A smile crept slowly onto Sarah's face as she said, "And I love you, Jareth…" She moved closer to Jareth, laying her head on Jareth's chest and Jareth wrapped his arms around her. The couple lay in each other's arms, savoring the warmth of the other, then quietly and contently fell asleep.