Disclaimer: I do not own the Labyrinth, as if you didn't know that already.
Sarah awoke to lips pressed to her own; her eyes shot open and encountered a blindfold. The lips moved down to her neck. "Knock it off Jareth." She was not in the mood to go through this again and the lack of vision was disturbing. She reached up to remove the blindfold, but he caught her hand.
"Uh, uh, uh." She froze. It sounded like the king sort-of.
"Who," she swallowed "Who are you?" He chuckled.
"Can't you tell Sarah?" The speaker straddled her waist.
That's Jareth alright, no question. He chuckled again.
"Should I take it as a compliment that you know what it feels like to be under me?" He ground his hips into hers, making her gasp.
"Get off." He did. What? Did he just listen? She sat up and removed her blindfold; what she saw took her breath away. Daaaammmnnn. Beside the bed stood the monarch, but he looked different. It wasn't the clothes or the hair, they were the same, and the obvious bulge in the pants remained, but he was different. Yummy. The Goblin King as a teenager, a really hot teenager. For once she was the one whose eyes were roaming.
"I take it you approve." He was loving every minuet, it was written clearly on his face. Sarah merely nodded, she didn't even notice that her mouth was hanging open; he moved closer and closed it. Their eyes met; Sarah looked away.
Even if he does look my age, he shouldn't affect me like this. I have never, ever checked a guy out; I just don't do that. She was slightly scared; she now had one less reason to refuse him, hell, she only had one reason to refuse him. What do I do, my only defense is that I'm not ready, which I'm not. Not that he cares. His hand was still on her jaw from pushing it up; he turned her head to look at him.
"What makes you think that I don't care?"
"Do you mean apart from the fact that you are shoving me into a physical relationship of a magnitude that I am not ready for?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Not ready for? How can you say that when you come from the environment that allows…" Sarah interrupted the monarch.
"I suppose one of your experience might not realize that not everyone sees such things as an everyday occurrence, and if you say anything along the lines of 'one might hope to have it everyday' I swear I'll…" Jareth interrupted the mortal.
"You'll what? Withhold sex? Too late." His eyes raked over Sarah's body again. "I always get what I want Sarah. You will learn that soon enough. It may take me millennia, but you will be ready, and you will be mine. That is a promise you can look forward to; I will." He jerked her off of the bed and pressed his lips against hers; the teenage appearance was eating at her resolve.
He's still the Goblin King! He's a teenager now, and it's only kissing. One thing can lead to another! Ah who cares what you think? Jareth chuckled; his tongue requested access to her mouth and she granted it, closing her eyes as she did so. Damn, I didn't realize how good a kisser he was You've only ever kissed other drama students. So.Her nightgown was too long for him to get his hands under; he was about to banish it, but Sarah grabbed his hand. Sarah opened her eyes and looked directly into his; surprise on her face. She pulled back from the kiss. "I felt what you were going to do, how did I feel the magic?" He closed the space between them that she had created; Sarah backed away.
"You are a part of the Labyrinth, it may give you certain abilities that will aid you in life here." She nodded in understanding, he moved close, she backed away; he followed her. The mortal's legs connected with a chair; she lost her balance and fell into it. "Now that you have magic you are more than suitable for the position of queen; we could have had problems if you didn't."
Sarah mock pouted. "Is queen the only position you can see me in?" She had meant a job, but as soon as it was out of her mouth the double meaning hit her; her hand covered her mouth and her eyes resembled saucers. His eyes flashed with an emotion the she didn't recognize.
"I can think of many positions I would like to see you in, some of which include this chair," He leaned over her "you'll hardly be sitting." She wished she could disappear into the chair.
Wait, what can he do to me; I'm sitting down in a chair with only enough room for one person.
"Was that a challenge?"
I do not like that tone. He sat on her lap and flicked his wrist; she had blinked at the time, but the feeling he called magic told her what she would see when she opened her eyes. Sure enough she was on his lap; he had an arm around her waist before she had time to react.
"Comfy?"
"Hardly." She squirmed in an attempt to get out of his hold but found that she was only making it worse. What informed her that she was making it worse was pressing into her lower back. "Why don't you go get Dr. Hand to fix that nasty problem of yours, or you could hire a professional." He growled and pulled her closer, whispering in her ear.
"I think I'll use this new miracle cure, I've been dying to try it." His hands were working around her waist. Fear and anger battled for dominance in her system, anger won. She spun around and slapped him.