Rites of Passage by Betty Bokor
Jareth/Sarah. When Sarah is called to save the King, her life takes a whole new course, again.
Spoilers: The movie, the book, and some of the Return series.
Disclaimer: The Labyrinth original characters belong to The Jim Henson Company and Lucasfilms Ltd. This was written strictly for the purpose of entertainment. No attempt at copyright infringement has been made.

A.N. An eventful night together.

Warning: this chapter talks about sex. Though definitely not MA, it is closer to M than to T, so beware. If you have any religious, moral, ethical (yes, they are two different things), or cultural objections to sex, pre-marital sex, or even oral sex, please skip this chapter. You will understand the rest of the story just fine.

Rites of Passage

Chapter 19

"So… What do you propose we do now?" she asked imitating his expressive tone.

"It's all about play, my dear."

"Play?"

"Yes; playing, having fun, enjoying ourselves." He carefully lowered his hands to her waist. "Like… for example… I wouldn't mind it if, all of a sudden… you dissolved in a fit of giggles" he swiftly finished as he tickled her mercilessly.

She almost fell of his leg laughing and trying to escape the torture. A few seconds later, he stopped as unexpectedly as he had begun and she fell boneless against his chest.

"I can't believe you!" she exclaimed with mock indignation. "Two minutes ago I thought you were trying to seduce me and now-"

He gave her a small kiss on the side of her neck and she lost her train of thought. "I just like that expression… especially the part about dissolving…" he added and kissed her neck a few more times until she let out a little moan. He smiled and got his lips closer to her ear. "Many think of making love as some kind of solemn occasion," he said sincerely, still kissing her neck softly, "and they avoid laughter and conversation as if they were the black plague;" he added with a little kiss on her lips, "while others just see it as a merely physical expression," another kiss, "but I believe that this is a moment of celebration." He paused, searching her eyes, "I still don't know why, but you chose me…" he stopped again, as if savoring the idea with a hint of wonder, "and I… can't take my eyes off you… so we should enjoy every second we have together and laugh, and talk, and take the time to learn what makes the other happy. That's why I asked you to come here; to have more time. This shouldn't be just about the sex. In a way, this is also my first time, the first time I get to share this side of me with you… and that probably makes me as excited or as worried as you seem to be."

She sighed. "Oh, I'm sure you're not as worried as I am," she confessed. "I just don't want to make too many mistakes –because I know I'll make them– and-"

"There are no mistakes in this, Sarah. Everything will be fine, no matter what you do."

She smiled, silently thanking him. "Then I hope you enjoy it, so that, if we ever get another chance-" she saw his expression change briefly and she knew he was thinking he would not be back. "No, no, no. Don't say it, don't think about it. Give us another chance; think you'll not only fight to win this war, you'll fight to come back to-" she hesitated, "to all those people who love you, those who're rooting for you, like me."

"I don't-"

This time she put her finger on his lips. "You said we're here to have fun together, so, let's just do that…" She lowered her hand toward his chest and slid her fingertip on the skin along the opening of his black silk shirt; she felt a slight tickle run through her finger and smiled. She had wanted to do that for so long that she had not been able to stop herself. "I really like this shirt better than what you wore on top of it," she admitted, but, as she had no reaction from him, she added, "Do you want me to turn and face you or-"

"You're perfectly fine where you are," he interrupted her, trying to go back to his good mood.

She smiled and he kissed her briefly again while hugging her tightly with his arms around her waist.

She felt something like desperation hidden in his touch, but, when he began gently kissing her along the chin, she let go of those thoughts. He soon reached her earlobe and played with it using his teeth, tongue, and lips, and left Sarah shocked at the arousing effect of his touch. She had always stopped her boyfriends before they went too far and, though she knew about erogenous zones, she had never imagined the power that his lips right there would have over her body.

He sucked the earlobe one more time and she shivered with pleasure, all thoughts gone.

"Very sensitive," he whispered as she giggled.

He moved his kisses to her nape, where he began nipping and licking and then blowing cold air or breathing hot over the wet spots. Her whole body got goosebumps, her nipples jumped against the fabric of her dress, and she felt like jelly in his hands. She was shivering again, but it was a delightful sensation and she could not help but moan.

"Not the best, precious?" he asked in a whisper, so close to her that she felt his breath on her skin again.

She did not think herself capable of talking, but tried. "Carry on… I bow to the master…" she said contentedly with was left of her voice and her eyes half closed.

He smiled proudly and leisurely lowered his attentions down her back, softly bending her forward to have more space to play with her. When he kissed her along the spine, she arched backwards.

"Oh, goodness," she murmured and he felt triumphant.

He slid his hands up her sides and under the fabric of her dress until he reached the edges of her breasts. As soon as he touched them, Sarah groaned loudly. Her head fell backwards and she arched against him again. He took hold of her waist and slid her whole body on his leg until her back was flat against his chest. Once she was close to him, he kissed her passionately while he softly slid her dress down her arms until the top fell quietly on her lap. For a second, Sarah felt awkward about being half naked in his presence and regretted her decision not to wear a bra under the dress, but one more kiss on her neck and his gloves slowly sliding up her sides erased all her misgivings.

"This is… so… not fair," she managed to say with her eyes closed as her head lay against his shoulder and his hands reached their destination.

"What would this be, dear?"

She opened her eyes and looked at him, trying to ignore how his touch affected her. "You're still completely dressed; I was hoping for more skin…" she shyly joked. "Silk and leather are fine, but the real thing-"

"You know I'm not like you, precious. I'm very different and I don't want to hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable. I think it's better if we take it slow-"

"Do you know what time it is?" she asked with obvious anxiety.

He did not want to disappoint her. "I'll take my gloves off, Sarah, but I need you to tell me if the sensations become too strong, at any time; do you understand?"

"Okay," she replied with a nod.

"There's potent magic running through me –you know that by now– and I have quite a good control over it, but if it gets out of hand-"

"Okay, okay," she repeated, anxious to continue where they had left off.

He smiled at her impatience and took off the gloves. "Kiss me," he asked softly.

Sarah immediately complied and, while she was kissing him, he carefully placed his hands back on her waist. She instantly noticed a strong tingling sensation added to his touch. The tingle seemed to spread from his hands and reach every sensitive spot of her body. For a few seconds it felt like she would burst if he kept touching her for long, but, slowly, her body got used to it. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to start enjoying it. He carefully slid his hands upward and she shivered.

"Oh, wow," she whispered.

"Is it alright?" he asked gently.

"Perfect," she answered, taking a deep breath.

Encouraged by her reaction, he slid his hands up back to her breasts. He cradled them in his hands and then he carefully massaged, stroked, and squeezed them in a rhythm that drove her wild. Somewhere on her brain, notions learned in Med School swam among the remnants of all her other rational thoughts. Golgi-Mazzoni corpuscles… mechanoreceptors… Vater-Pacini kinesioreceptors… She remembered all those things were there, but who would have thought they worked so well?

She moaned loudly and he smiled. "So responsive…" he whispered and, before she even realized what he was doing, he picked her up in his arms and took her to the bed. He softly laid her on it, took her shoes off, and then grabbed her dress by the waist and carefully pulled it down her legs. Sarah blushed from head to toe, but he did not seem to notice her shyness. He took his boots off and sat by her feet at the end of the bed.

From his vantage point, he gave one look at the lacy miniature she was wearing and smiled widely. "Just for me?" he asked in a tone that made her blush deepen.

"I was trying to look nice…" she said, fluttered.

"You don't need to add anything to be beautiful, Sarah. You're breathtaking," he emphasized as he stretched with feline grace over her until his face was just above her breasts. "I believe this is where we left off," he added playfully before lowering his head toward her with a smirk.

Before the touch of his tongue had her arching up toward him, her mind vaguely registered the feathery touch of his hair on her chest. She raised her hands and buried her fingers in his mane. She was not sure what she had expected, but playing with the silky strands simply added another layer of sensation to her what he was making her feel. While one of his hands gently stroked one of her breasts, Jareth ran the tip of his tongue around the areola of the other, right before flipping it back and forth over the tip of her nipple. Playful licking, tender sucking, and even some gentle biting followed before he exchanged breasts with his hand.

Sarah lost exact track of what he was doing because she had abandoned herself to the intensity of the sensations and because she could feel her body anticipating something even better. Every touch on her nipples sent a message directly between her legs and she decided to allow herself to take pleasure in all of it and let fate choose the result of the night. Yes, she wanted to get pregnant, but she was not sure she would ever have another chance to share such intimacy with him and she wanted to enjoy every second. She was certain now that she had made the right choice and that she could not have chosen anyone better to guide her through this journey.

She was writhing under his touch, when he kissed her in the valley between her breasts and then started a slow descent, kissing his way down toward her lower abdomen. As he reached her navel and skillfully plunged his tongue in it, she moaned loudly. He lifted his head and looked at her with a sly smile.

She took a deep breath. "Sorry; didn't think that was so sensitive…"

"No apologies necessary; we're learning today and what I've learned is that all your body is very sensitive… Beautifully responsive…" He moved forward a little, grabbed one of her hands and lifted it to his lips. "I'm sure this is, too, for example." He kissed the tip of her fingers and then kissed his way halfway up her arm, where he turned it up and licked the underside of her elbow.

"Oh!" she exclaimed as the pleasurable sensation startled her.

He bowed his head slightly and smiled. "But we digress…" he added before going back to her abdomen and swiftly approaching the edge of her panties kiss by kiss. Sarah realized she was trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation, but she was not given time to dwell on those feelings because one lick of his tongue over the right section of the lace tensed every muscle in her abdomen.

A faint "Wow," was all she could say.

His only response was to gently slip his fingers under the lace below her hips. He then looked intently at her with a tacit question. Sarah nodded only once and his hands slowly slid her panties all the way down until they were off her legs. She shivered anticipating his return up, but he lovingly grabbed one of her feet and massaged it gently. She wanted to yell at him to go back where he had left off, but she realized he would get there sooner than she had thought.

He sweetly massaged and stroked every centimeter of her legs on a calculated climb. He spent a few more seconds behind her knees and a few less above them, until he made his way to her upper thighs. She was trembling again when his soft touch finally reached them. His mouth and fingertips played for minutes in the soft inner side, carefully avoiding crossing the invisible frontier to the other side. For Sarah it was almost a torment and her body kept jerking, trying to push him to the right place, until he suddenly stopped.

He was, once again, stretched between her legs, but, before lowering his head one more time, he looked at her right in the eyes.

All her body seemed to be on fire. She felt tingling in places she could not even name after so many years of Med School. She was tensed like a bow ready to let the arrow go. She was desperate to arrive to a place that seemed constantly out of reach. She could only say yes, so she softly nodded and his handsome face disappeared under a flurry of wispy blonde hair.

One touch of his tongue and she reached the edge and leaped down the abyss without warning. Her body spasmed hard and all her thoughts fled pushed by the rush of pleasure.

When she slowly started to come down, she noticed Jareth was softly holding her, with a strong hand with long fingers splayed over her abdomen, as he looked at her with a genuine smile.

"Are you coming up here?" she asked between little bursts of breath.

"Not just yet," he replied. "A little bit more of work and you'll be ready."

"Oh, I'm ready. I'm very ready," she tried persuading him. She knew she was wet and swollen and she had started feeling an agonizing emptiness inside.

"Just give me a few more minutes and I promise I'll be right up there by your side," he asked.

"And the first thing I'll do is to get rid of that annoying shirt… not to mention all that leather on your legs."

He laughed happily. "It's a deal, precious," he told her before going back to his task.

If his touch on her thighs had been arousing, the interaction of his fingers and his mouth on her was beyond words. Her hips jerked almost uncontrollably as he circled, stroked, and sucked with gentle care. She thrust herself against his hands as they rubbed and massaged. She arched desperately in search of release.

Soon, she began feeling the pressure building up again until one skillful twist of his tongue allowed her to let go. She came with quiet moans that seemed to widen his smile. Before she could even say a word, he was back down, taking advantage of the residual tremors of her body.

"Come on, come here," she pleaded when she had gathered enough strength, but he was not listening and, a second later, he had her convinced. "Oh, oh, oh; yeah, that's fine; right there, okay…" She took a deep breath; "Keep going; I can wait… Oh…" She gasped. "What? Where did you learn that?"

She heard him laugh again.

"I'm glad you approve, Sarah, but I want you to listen now."

"Okay," she whispered.

"You're a doctor. You know exactly what needs to happen tonight and you know it'll hurt."

She nodded. "It's fine; I know. Don't worry."

"Before we get there, I want to use my fingers to start the process; do you understand?"

She nodded emphatically.

He acknowledged her answer and carefully began to massage her again. She had had no time to mull over what would happen next, when he tenderly slid one finger and began a gentle thrust. A few seconds later, he added one more finger and then a third. She felt slightly stretched, but she knew the barrier was yet not broken. He used his knuckles to rub the inside of her and her belly and legs tightened in response. It did not take much longer until she climaxed again. It was as hard as before but different, having his fingers to clench around.

When she opened her eyes again, she noticed he was lying by her side, silently looking at her.

"What?" she asked with a small smile.

"You have no idea how gorgeous you are when you're writhing with pleasure," he said honestly.

"Is that why you're finally here?" she asked, unable to acknowledge his complement any other way.

"Truthfully? I just imagined how it'd be to feel you around me and not just around my fingers," he said softly.

"Then, let me start this," she replied as she reached for the little laces in the front of his black shirt.

He pulled her hand away and stood up by the bed. "This way is faster," he explained as he pulled the shirt over his head.

She kneeled by the edge of the bed and looked at him for a second, before stretching a hand and tenderly sliding it down his torso. His skin was unimaginably soft, just as she remembered from the only touch she had stolen that night. And he was so pale… like pure white marble made of silk. Even the hair on his chest was almost invisible. And, of course, he was also thin. Thin, slender, lean, not a gram of fat in his body; she was certain. He would be a perfect specimen to study in anatomy class because she could see every muscle clearly defined under his skin. She wondered how he could look so toned and thin at the same time. Magic perhaps… Just like the magic that was adding that extra sensation, that tickle that came from touching him anywhere. It was as if he were electrically charged and he could pass some of his energy to her. But she liked it and her body seemed to be perfectly capable of dealing with it.

When her hand reached the upper edge of his trousers, he shivered almost imperceptibly and she smiled. So, she did have an effect on him. It was good to know.

She looked at his trousers and found no zipper or button or lace. She stretched both hands and slid them under the tight leather covering his hips. "Just pull down?" she asked as she looked at him with a smile.

"Yes," he answered and she pulled with all her might. As soon as the leather slid past his hips, it fell to the floor as if it were a piece of silk and Jareth stepped out of the little heap without wasting time.

Sarah was just looking –and she felt she had the right to stare; after all, he had been looking at her all night long– and admiring. She had seen naked males –patients, cadavers in the morgue– but this was completely different and… this was the King of the Goblins.

She looked into his eyes. "Can I touch?" she asked with a shy, playful smile.

"It's close to midnight," he warned, but his tone was warm and she felt it was a yes.

"A little, then, for now," she said with a giggle and slid one hand down.

He skipped a breath at her touch and she felt wonderful. More marble, definitely marble. And more silky softness to the touch.

She slid her hand lower and cupped carefully. She saw the muscles of his abdomen contract and smiled at him.

"Chicken," she whispered with a giggle.

"Pardon?" he asked, surprised.

"Chicken," she giggled again. "Have you ever held a little chick in your hands? This feels like holding… wrinkled chicken," she giggled one more time and tenderly let go. "Promise you'll let me play later…" she asked with an impish smile.

Jareth grabbed a glass of water from the nightstand and drank some. He was touched by the innocence he could still see in Sarah. He had lost that so long ago… But he could not feel sorry for himself right then. This was the best night he had had in centuries and he could not waist it.

"I promise," he agreed with an exaggerated sigh as he put the glass down. Then, he got closer to her and they kissed for the first time in a long while. "Ready?" he asked in a whisper.

"Yes," she answered confidently.

"Then, come." He walked to the end of the bed and sat close to the footboard. He stretched a hand toward Sarah in invitation.

She approached him with reservations. Sitting up was one of the worst positions for getting pregnant; she knew that well. "Can we do it… on the bed? I mean, lying down, not sitting?" she dared ask.

"Trust me," he replied and pulled her closer.

She decided to agree. There would be other chances during the night, right? Hopefully soon, before midnight.

He helped her sit facing him, with her legs straddling his, and immediately resumed the foreplay. Her whole body was tingling under his touch and, as she felt the heat emanating from him, right between them, touching her belly, the emptiness inside her seemed to become larger, unbearable, burning.

For a while they were back at kissing and stroking and, though she was enjoying the discovery of his body, their pace was getting more frantic, more desperate by the second. They had just ended a long, passionate kiss, when he got close to her ear and said, "I'll lift you against me to get ready, but I want you to help me." She nodded and he continued. "I want you to use your hand to guide me and I also want you to tell me what you need, to slow me down if I'm going too fast for you, to stop me if I hurt you. Do you understand?" She nodded reassuringly and he kissed her again. Then, he softly lifted her by her hips.

She slid one hand down between them and helped him position himself. The second he was in place, right at her entrance, the fire inside her seemed to flare up and the need to be filled intensified.

"I can go slowly," he offered.

"No; fast," she asked, "please."

He smiled tenderly. "Let me know. Stop me if you need to; it'll be alright anyway."

She nodded again. Jareth kissed her one more time and looked straight into her eyes, and, before she had a chance to think it over, she was going down.

The pain was sudden, sharp and intense, but it did not last long. Too many other sensations were pushing inside her to allow the pain to prevail. He was buried deep and the emptiness inside her had completely vanished.

For a few seconds they rested in place, looking at each other, learning to adjust to their new connection.

"I just wanted to make sure we were face to face for this, eye to eye, Sarah. I just wanted to be certain that you were sure, that you still wanted this. I wanted to look at you when it happened," he said softly.

She kissed him in way of response. Then added, "I do; I still want this; more than ever."

He hugged her tightly and then he skillfully lowered her backwards until she landed with her back on the bed, a pillow under her hips to increase the contact of their lower bodies.

He followed her without losing their bond, with a dexterity that impressed Sarah greatly, and, in moments, the rhythmic movement began. He was thrusting into her in a classical missionary position, so she raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist, just as she had read in her books.

Amid the waves of pleasure he was provoking, Sarah made time to say a prayer thanking for the change. Her chances of getting pregnant that night had just increased exponentially.

He began by moving with shallow, tender thrusts. He wanted her to have time to relax, physically and also emotionally. He did not want to push her just because he desired her so desperately; after all, she was already his.

Slowly, his pace increased and it became more evident that her body wanted to grasp at him as much as he wanted to be grasped. His thrusts became deeper, faster, more intense. Suddenly, panting heavily, he dropped to one forearm to hold himself so that one of his hands had the chance to slide between them and ensure Sarah's satisfaction. He was not going to last much longer; he had waited for this moment for almost ten years and he was ready. He hoped she would get there with him.

Sarah felt a throb inside of her and took it as a warning. He was close, too. That was good, because it had not taken long for the combination of his touch, the contact of his body with hers, and his skilled movements to prepare every muscle in her body for the final fall. Moments later, the tide inside her reached the simmering point and she came around him explosively. As she jerked in pleasure, she felt him still moving inside her, until the effect of her body contracting around him became too much and, with one long, hard thrust he came inside her. It was almost overwhelming. She had never felt something so strong, so powerful, so life-altering. She could not imagine anyone ever would make her feel that way again. She prayed he came back to her; she prayed she got a chance to tell him how much she loved him.

They were both still shaking, shuddering, when he stretched forward and gave her a deep kiss. She wrapped her arms tightly around him and they rode out the last waves of their orgasms closer together. He waited until their breaths started calming down and their hearts slowed their frantic pace to gently withdraw from her. He lay by her side and with a flick of his wrist he pulled the sheets around them.

"Thanks," she said with a small smile. "I was feeling so hot a minute ago and now I'm suddenly so cold…"

He wrapped one arm around her waist and the cold disappeared.

"Well, that's much better than the covers…" she giggled happily. Then she turned sideways to look at him. "Seriously, thank you. I don't think I'll ever be able to thank you enough for this."

"For a little bit of warmth?" he joked.

She poked him softly on the ribs. "No, for all this night, silly. You've made me feel cared for, loved. I pity all my friends who crossed this bridge under the inept hands of the first teenager they liked in high school," she finished with a smile.

"It's been my pleasure, in more ways than one," he replied with a sly smirk.

She poked him again. "Don't ruin it," she smiled, "besides, I wanted to tell you one more thing. You've told me all night how beautiful I am and all that, so I wanted to take a minute to let you know that you're the most gorgeous man-" she saw his expression, "male? Fae? Whatever… There's no one as beautiful as you; I can assure you. But you have ruined me, because, now, every time I look at you, and only you, I will want the same thing…" she finished playfully.

He smiled and got closer to her. "Dare I guess what?" he asked with clear pride.

She was surprised when she noticed he was ready to make love to her again so soon. "Wow! What happened to the famous refractory period? You're not a teenager still, are you?" she teased him.

"As you yourself acknowledged a minute ago, I am not human, I'm fae, and such a thing is unknown to me," he replied in a mockingly haughty tone.

"Well, I'm willing to take advantage of that detail," she replied and a second later they were kissing again, ready to fulfill her wishes.

As Jareth rolled them on the bed to get her to lie on top of him, Sarah heard the familiar alarm of her watch marking the midnight hour.