Disclaimer: I don't own the Labyrinth

I'm working on a lot of stories right now, silly me, so it may take awhile for another update, enjoy it while it lasts. I don't know how long this story is going to be anymore, it could be another chapter, it could be another 3. I'll update as fast as I can.

Also, I'm tired, it's late. I haven't read this over, there will probably be a lot more grammar and spelling mistakes then usual.

ONTO THE STORY

The air was chilly as Sarah, Jareth, Ake, the ambassador, and his mistress seated themselves to hear the fireys. Sarah settled in for a wait, seeing no other audience; she assumed that they were early. A deep growl sounded from the trees next to where the group was seated and light burst through the trees directly in front of them. Clingham's mistress shrieked in fear and Sarah fought to contain her laughter. Halfway through the performance Sarah noticed that the mistress was clinging to Clingham and buried her head in his chest at the particularly startling points. A smirk formed on her face; Sarah waited patiently for the next outburst from the performers. The fire flashed; Sarah ducked her head into Jareth's chest, holding firmly to his shirt. Out of Ake and the guest's views, Sarah gently eased the king's shirt open.

"Sarah." It was spoken quietly, and the human could not tell if it was a question or a warning, so she ignored it. Her mouth found one of his nipples and began attacking it with her mouth and tongue; she felt his body tense. The brunette rang her teeth lightly along the nub, hearing the quietest hiss escape the monarch's throat. "Sarah." The warning was evident this time; grinning wickedly she gave his chest one last lick before fixing his shirt and pulling away. They sat still for a moment, simply enjoying the show, when Sarah felt a hand on her leg. Sarah had opted for pants, seeing as they were out doors and slightly regretted that decision, skirts were hard to get around if they were long or tight enough, but you didn't need to get around anything with pants. His hand drew idle circles inside her lower thigh, but the hand was moving up, steadily. Gently, Sarah removed his hand, and placed it on her opposite should, hoping to make him behave. She regretted this decision as he pulled her closer, letting her weight rest on his side. Jareth then used his newly freed hand to tease Sarah. He slid the hand under her arm and simply rang it up and down her side, not venturing forward at all. The human was left to wonder if that was a good or bad thing as she now desperately wanted his touch, but did not want to disturb the other three audience members. She sat tormented for the rest of the performance. They group returned to the castle and their rooms without a word to each other, though Ake gave Sarah and the king a nod before heading to her chambers. Sarah was quiet when Jareth brought her to her rooms, she wanted to yell at him, but knew that she had brought his actions upon herself.

"Good night." It came out as naught more than a whisper. Sarah was suddenly enveloped in his arms.

"I can think of a way that it could be." His voice was no louder then her's had been, the brunette shivered at the feel of his warm breath against her ear.

"Is that all that you ever think about?" She pulled away slightly, so that she could turn around in his embrace.

"Only when you're around." He pulled her closer again and closed the distance between their lips. Sarah did not struggle against the kiss this time, as active in it as he was. They parted only when Sarah's lungs demanded it.

"Wow."

"To say the least." One of his hands moved from her waist to her butt, Sarah jumped when he squeezed. "What do you say that we continue with, other, activities." He lowered his head to nuzzle against her neck. Sarah shoved him away.

"You're such a pig! We were having a perfectly pleasant moment and you ruined it!" She watched as his anger flashed through his green and blue orbs.

"Must we go over insulting me again?" His movement wasn't visible to the human eye and Sarah found herself pressed against the wall. "If it didn't lead to such wonderful positions I could find it annoying in its frequency."

"Grow up, everyone gets insulted sometime, you just deserve it more often."

"I am a king! I do not need to allow such things to be said toward me."

"All I'm hearing is me me me me me. Like a spoiled child." They glared at each other for a long moment before Jareth claimed her lips. It was a passionate, ferocious kiss, he pulled away and looked at the mortal. Sarah was flushed and breathing hard, she pulled him back in for another devouring kiss.

"As much as I hate to break this up." Came a voice from behind Jareth.

"I really am going to kill you Ake. There is no other choice." The king took a step back, just close enough to hold Sarah in his arms, but far enough away that the urge to kiss her was controllable.

"Oh shush. Just get in another fight and you'll be at it like rabbits in no time."

"I'M FIFTEEN! Does this not occur to either of you?" The siblings looked at each other, then at Sarah.

"No." They said in unison.

"Argh! I give up." She pulled away from Jareth and moved to sit on the bed. "So, why are you here Ake?" The dual-haired immortal seemed to jump; she had apparently been daydreaming again.

"Oh, right! Clingham is getting impatient, he's going to approach Sarah tomorrow after lunch and fill her in on the details of his plan so that he has a better chance of buying her, or so he thinks. He also plans to head leave the day after tomorrow. It's presently adjourned, but the reopening Masque is in two days, the day he plans to leave. Interesting, no?" The teen giggled and clapped her hands in excitement, hopping up and down as she did so. "This is going to be sooo much fun." She then paused. "Oh dear, we'll have to transform Sarah before the Masque then, the Court won't hear her otherwise."

"Tomorrow before lunch?" Suggested the king.

"No, she'll need more time to recover then that. I'd say the best time would be right after her conversation with Clingham. That would give her time enough to recover for the Masquerade." Ake got a thoughtful expression on her face. "Yes, that would be best."

"Wait. Masquerade? No, I'm not doing a Masquerade. Screw that." Sarah crossed her arms over her chest, defiance in her whole body.

"She's almost as stubborn as you are." Commented to her brother.

"Almost." The pair started moving toward Sarah, and the brunette felt like she was being stalked by two proficient predators. They pounced at the same time, holding Sarah down and tickling her relentlessly.

"Stop..hahahaha..stop."

"Are you going to go to the Masque?" Ake asked innocently.

"No…hehehe…not on your life." The pair paused momentarily to let the mortal catch her breath.

"Are you sure?" It was Jareth who asked this time, the only response he got was a head shake. "Alright, then we'll keep going, we can do this for hours." It took two full minutes for Sarah to agree to go to the Masquerade. "By the way, you won't be going with me. You'll be attending with Ake officially as a Dragoness; for once the Labyrinth's tendency to meddle is paying off." The three lay on the four poster bed in a heap.

"What does becoming a Dragoness entail?"

"Linking with the minds of the dragon population, pledging allegiance to the residents of the Cliffs, and of course growing the wings. Pyrokinesis and other powers will develop slowly as time goes on." Ake got up. "I'm off to bed, beauty sleep you know. Don't be too naughty, Sarah has a big day tomorrow." That said the Dragon Queen disappeared.

"We shouldn't kill her, but something must be done." Sarah snuggled closer to the king, resting her head on his shoulder.

"I must agree. Something must be done about my sister." He slipped and arm around her waist.

"Shaving cream on the hand, and feather on the face?" The brunette suggested, staring at the top of the canopy.

"No, I was thinking of putting dye in her shampoo so that her hair is all the same color." He rested his head gently against hers, both their eyes drooping with sleep.

"Yeah," Sarah yawned. "That sounds perfect." The pair fell asleep as they were, the candles slowly fading the light to darkness.