"You son of a bitch, that hurt!" She cradled the hand she had slapped him with. He removed one of his gloves and reached for her hand; she dodged him and nearly got out of his lap. The arms of the chair lengthened and encircled them, blocking her escape.

"You're the one who hit me." He grabbed her hand before she could move out of his reach again; the moment their hands touched the pain disappeared, but he didn't let go. "Don't try to hit me again Sarah; I have let it slip twice, I will not do so again."

Three strikes your out.

"However, we have been over insulting me on several occasions; I doubt that you have enjoyed any of these encounters." He started to pull up the edge of her nightgown; she used her free hand to stop his.

He raised and eyebrow, and then he smiled. Evil that smile is. In one movement he had both of her hands in one of his and was undoing the button on her nightdress single handedly. Talented. "Have you done this before?" His hand was moving lower. I had to pick a nightgown that buttons all the way up, didn't I? I have to distract him, distract him. "Are you hypoglycemic?"

"What?"

"Hypoglycemic." He gave her a blank look. "Low blood sugar, you eat a lot of peaches so I was curios." His face was still blank, but his hand had stopped. "Peaches are a good way to raise blood sugar, and they are good to eat before strenuous physical activity." She nodded her head like a two year old that is very proud of itself, then the double meaning hit. She shook her head. Not good, very not good.

"Strenuous physical activity, what would that include?" His free hand was moving back to her buttons.

"Running, jumping, swimming." She was trying to find something else to distract him with. "Why did you send Toby home?"

"I don't believe that counts as physical activity, but I can think of something that does."

"You're avoiding the subject. Why did you send Toby home?" He sighed and removed his hand from the nightgown; he let go of her hands and gave her a little space.

"Do I really need another goblin?" She thought about it and shook her head. "Well, there you go. Now about that strenuous…" His hands were going back to her form and she caught them.

"You're not getting out of it that easily. That was not why you sent him home; it was merely an added bonus." His eyes narrowed.

"I can only receive one person from one wish." His eyes glinted with mischief. "I decided that you would be much more entertaining then your brother."

Sarah looked him in the eyes. He's hiding something, there's more to it that that.

He sighed. "You're right there is more to it. I had no choice in the matter, not that I would choose you're brother over you." He pulled his hands out of hers and brought one up to her face. "The Labyrinth itself owns you, and it does not take such ownership lightly. I do not mind that at all, I simply do not like being forced to do something."

"Ha!" He jumped at her exclamation.

"What? What did you say 'Ha' for?"

"You don't like being forced to do something, well, neither do I." Her statement seemed to surprise him. He looked confused for a moment, when his expression cleared he pulled her closer to him, the back of her head inches from his face.

"This is different, you want to me and will not admit it..." She struggled to pull out of his arms.

"And you wanted me, but you still didn't want to be forced into taking me." She threw her head back, slamming it into his nose, he let go and she pulled away, climbing out of the chair. He just sat there for a moment processing what had happened, then anger clouded his eyes and a sneer worked its way across his face.

"I warned you against hitting me, and I warned you against insulting me. Apparently warnings don't work on you; then I will just have to come up something that will."

He disappeared. Why do I have the sudden urge to run into a corner to hide? Oh yeah, now I remember. I pissed of the Goblin King; how smart am I? She went to the closet, all of the dresses, which had been fairly decent, were skin tight affairs with necks that would have gotten her expelled. The skirts reached her knees and the blouses had snaps going all the way down. One more thing he can easily pull off. There were no nightgowns.

She chose a purple number that actually reached the floor. She went into the bathroom, the water was crystal clear now, and you could even see the green tiles at the bottom. So I can't hide in the water, alright. She took a closer look at the room than she had last time. Near the sink was a set of hooks. One was empty and the other held a robe, obviously feminine, and the fact that it would just pass her butt was another clue that it was hers. His and hers hooks, fun.

She climbed into the pool and heard the door to his room open. Not this again. He slipped in behind her; she kept washing as though he wasn't there. "Let me help you with that." He took the soap and started on her back. She attempted to move away but found she was unable to. She had no control over her legs, or her arms for that matter. The only thing she could control were her eyes and her mouth.

"What did you do to me?" Fear crept into her voice. She again tried to move but the commands weren't making it to her limbs. "Why can't I move?"

"You're so mush easier to handle this way." His hands worked to her front and he cupped her breasts. "Not to mention the fact that you are less than likely to hit me in your present condition." He spun her around and started kissing her neck.

"Stop."

He lifted his head and to a moment to think about it. "No."

This is not good.

"I think this is good, I think this is very good." He moved his mouth to hers.

You would you horney bondage obsessed pervert. Her lips parted for his tongue. Apparently I'm not the only one with control over my mouth. He chuckled and pulled away for a moment.

"You can't keep anything closed to me Sarah." He captured her mouth again, her arms wrapped around his neck, pressing her chest to his.

Ok, I can't move my body, but apparently he can; he's all over me and vice versa and it doesn't look like it's going to stop anytime soon. His fingers found a particularly sensitive spot on her chest and she couldn't think for a moment. Where is Sir Didymus when you need him? I would not mind having my having my honor as a lady defended right now. I wish that Ludo and Sir Didymus were here. Jareth's hands were moving south. Right now! The monarch's explorations were cut short by the arrival of two new beings; the tidal wave that their arrival knocked Sarah and Jareth over submerging both. Sarah, being incapacitated, was unable to return to the surface. Yo, Jareth, a little help here. Hello? He didn't react. Just before she passed out realization struck. He can't hear my thoughts anymore.

Sarah woke abruptly to Jareth's mouth over hers, again. This is getting annoying. He pulled back as she opened her eyes.

"Sawah CPR" She heard Ludo across the room. Jareth helped her to sit.

"Your preformed CPR on me?" He just nodded. In a split second decision she threw her arms around his neck, in doing so she noticed Sir Didymus and Ludo sitting at the edge of pool; Sir Didymus was attempting to explain CPR to Ludo. Why aren't they looking at me? A moment later she realized that they weren't looking at her, because she was nude. Jareth attempted to pull out of her grasp, but Sarah held on tighter.

"Sarah." He said it as though to a child who was being foolish and knew better.

"Jareth" She returned his tone and held on just as tight.

"Sarah, you have been out cold for ten minuets if I wanted a look I have had plenty of opportunity." She kept her hold. "Fine." In an instant she was fully clothed.

"Thanks." She kissed him on the cheek and sat back on her heels. "You can turn around now guys." Ludo and Didymus did so.

"My Lady, it is indeed grand to see you, however my faithful steed has been left unattended. I wish to visit with you at some time in the near future, but I fear for Ambrosius' safety." He looked a bit sheepish, as though he found this highly rude of himself.

"I understand Sir Didymus." She looked at Jareth and stuck out her bottom lip in a pout. He rolled his eyes and flicked his wrist; Sir Didymus vanished. That was the moment that she realized that she didn't hate him anymore. I don't necessarily like him, but I certainly don't hate him anymore. He did save my life. Even if it was probably for his own selfish and most likely perverted reasons.

"Sawah friend!" Sarah braced herself as Ludo ran toward her and enveloped her in a bone-cracking hug.

I didn't realize how out of line my back was.

He smelled like wet dog and she couldn't breathe very well in his embrace. Without a first thought, let alone a second, Sarah flicked her wrist. Not only did Ludo become instantly dry, but he also smelled like a combination of cinnamon and fresh cut grass. "Ludo smell good!" He pulled away from Sarah and started to smell himself. Sarah, however, was looking at her the wrist that she had just flicked.

"Jareth, how did I do that? I didn't even know I was doing it until I did it!" He stood up in one fluid movement.

"I believe that your little dance with death has released the latent energy that the Labyrinth gave to you." She nodded to acknowledge that she had heard. "You should learn to control it." She nodded again. "I could teach you." She didn't show that she had heard.

I didn't even know that I was using the magic! What if I got mad at someone, what could I do? But you did not, and if you receive training from the King it will not happen. Sarah looked at Jareth.

"It is the voice of the Labyrinth." Ludo nodded. "All of the occupants can tell when it speaks, but not everyone will necessarily hear the message." He looked at her expectantly.

"It was personal." He quirked an eyebrow, but didn't say anything. Sarah walked to her door, but stopped when Ludo spoke.

"Ludo, go. Brother plan picnic."

"OK Ludo, thanks for coming." He nodded. She closed her eyes and tried to find this magic that she theoretically control. Now, how do I do this? She felt another presence reach into her mind JarethIt would be a pity if you died from performing this simple task. "Thanks for you support." Quiet. He guided her through sending Ludo to the hedge maze, where he was meeting Didymus for a picnic. As soon as Ludo was gone and Jareth pulled away, Sarah collapsed; the king caught her before she hit the floor.

"Oww!" Sarah awoke to a killer headache. I might prefer his lips at this point. "Ok, who hit my head with a sledgehammer?" She tried to open her eyes but something stopped her. "Jareth." There was a warning in her voice.

"The light will make your headache even worse, as will sitting up." He sounded as though he were to her right.

"And you probably have some comment about how you know of an activity that needs no light and that I can stay laying down for." Her eyelids suddenly showed black. He put the candles out.

"If you insist." Sarah tensed, but all he did was pull the covers up and tuck her in.

"Jerk."

"Sweety."

"Asshole."

"Schookums."

"I think that I'm going to hurl." His laughter brought a smile to her face as it lulled her to sleep.

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