Yay! I got at least one review (gotta appreciate the little things). Thank you and I appreciate it. K, this chapter gets pretty smutty - you've been warned :-) - Angel
Jareth cancelled his scheduled art classes for Thursday and Friday under the guise of not feeling well. In reality, he had requested an audience with the High King and High Queen regarding Talbot; he wanted to be prepared for anything his younger sibling could throw at him. But first, he had some plans to carry out in his own kingdom.
After transporting himself from the Aboveground in a cloud of sparkling glitter, Jareth reappeared in his throne room and immediately summoned three of his goblins.
"Grog! Flurk! Korg! Come here now!" Jareth yelled and with one pop after another, the three goblins appeared before their King. They all bowed in unison.
"Yes, Your Majesty?" they asked.
"I summoned you three because I have a very important task for you. I want you to go Aboveground and keep an eye on Sarah. If you see my brother anywhere near her, I want you to report it to me; however, he may not be easy to spot for he may be using a glamour. Just keep your eyes and ears open, but that is all. Do not make yourselves known to her or anyone else for that matter. Do you understand the task I have put before you?" Jareth asked sternly, one eyebrow arched.
"Yes, Your Majesty," they replied.
"Good, you are dismissed," Jareth waved them off and with one pop after another, they transported to the Aboveground.
After taking care of some other business, Jareth transported to the domain of the High King and High Queen a few hours later, appearing at the double doors that led into his childhood home. He looked around to find the familiar brown and white cottages of the village stretching out as far as the eye could see. The streets were bustling with merchants trying to sell their wares and residents were hurriedly walking to their different destinations. Lurking off in the distance were the mountains that surrounded the kingdom, protecting its inhabitants from invaders. Off to one side was a glimpse of the beautiful sparkling lake that abutted one side of the castle.
Jareth felt more like himself, clad in the same clothes he had worn when he faced Sarah and Hoggle down in the tunnels during her run through the Labyrinth. His short hair was back to being long and wild, just how he liked it. He adjusted the black leather gloves on his hands as one of the double doors leading into the castle slowly opened before him. The pale face of Calvier, his mother and father's attendant, appeared and a large smile broke out across his face.
"Your Highness, it is so good to see you! Come in! Come in!" he said as he escorted Jareth inside.
Jareth clapped the dwarf on the shoulder in greeting.
"It's good to see you, too, Calvier. How are the wife and kids?" he asked as the dwarf led him down the hallway toward the throne room.
"They are doing very well. Thank you for asking, Your Highness," he replied. "How's my dear brother faring in your Labyrinth?"
Jareth smirked at how different Calvier was from Hoggle. While Calvier was a high-spirited creature, Hoggle was more gruff; that was why Jareth always enjoyed tormenting him by pretending not to remember his name. Hoggle had been a subject of the Goblin Kingdom ever since Jareth's uncle was king.
"Despite always being a pain in my arse, he is an excellent gardener," Jareth responded.
Calvier nodded his head with a chuckle, "Yes, yes, that would be my brother, always causing trouble."
He looked up as they arrived at the throne room doors. "Well, here we are. Your mother and father are expecting you."
Calvier opened one of the doors and bowed out of the way to allow Jareth access.
"Say hello to the family for me," Jareth said as he entered the large throne room and the dwarf nodded in acquiescence.
The door thumped shut behind Jareth as he walked toward the two thrones situated on the dais at the far end of the enormous room; his boots clacked on the neatly polished floor of the majestic room. Upon the thrones were the High King Cronan and the High Queen Nessa, looking as regal as ever. Cronan sat tall and confident in the throne on the left. He was wearing his usual black breeches and shiny knee-high boots, along with a white poet's shirt that was buttoned all the way to his neck and sported the pendant marking his sovereignty. Over the top of his clothes, he wore a red floor-length robe trimmed in gold. His wavy chestnut hair hung to his shoulders and his crown sat dominantly upon his brow.
In the right throne sat Nessa who looked as beautiful as always in a gold sleeveless gown that flowed over her feet, along with a robe that matched her husband's. Her light blond hair was wavy and hung down to her lower back, and a daintier crown was perched on her head.
Jareth approached the dais to kiss his mother's hand before stepping down and kneeling on one knee before his parents, his head bent toward the floor.
"Stand, son, and let's discuss this situation with Talbot," Cronan said and Jareth obeyed.
With a flick of his wrist, Cronan summoned forth a chair and Jareth sat down, sitting up straight and looking his father in the eyes.
"Your letter stated that Talbot may be roaming around in the Aboveground and I'm assuming you're here to seek help," Cronan predicted.
Jareth nodded his head once before answering his father.
"It is no secret he hates me and means to kill me, overthrowing me as Goblin King and seating himself on the throne instead," Jareth said, his brow furrowed with worry. "However, that is not what worries me the most."
"And what are you most concerned about my son?" Cronan inquired.
"Sarah," Jareth whispered.
"Would this be the girl who conquered the Labyrinth and vanished to the Aboveground? The one you are trying to woo back to the Underground as your Queen?" his father asked. All Jareth could do was nod.
"You love her, don't you?" a light voice interrupted and both sets of eyes turned to its source. Nessa was looking at Jareth with a slight smile on her lips.
"I do, mother," Jareth replied. "I know Talbot will use her against me as revenge for Ariana and, if on the off chance he does destroy me, he will take control of Sarah to rebuild the Labyrinth. Who knows what he would do to her then?"
It was the first time Cronan heard his fearless son sound so vulnerable.
"What do you propose?" he asked.
Jareth's eyes once again met his father's.
"If something should happen to me, I ask that you take care of Sarah," he stated bluntly. "Do everything you can to ensure her safety, whether it is here in the Underground or in the Aboveground"
Cronan thought about it a moment and then nodded. Jareth breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank you, father, that takes a lot of weight off my chest," he said.
"It's the least we can do for the strife we caused between you and your brother," Cronan said with regret in his voice. Next to him, Nessa sat quietly and a tear ran down her cheek.
"What do you mean?" Jareth asked.
"It's our fault that Talbot behaves the way he does. If only we had shown him more attention and guidance, the situation may have been different," Cronan replied.
"Talbot makes his own decisions, father, and I will do everything I can to stop him," Jareth said.
Cronan silently nodded his head before standing up, gripping Nessa's hand and helping her stand.
"Come, let's have supper, get some rest and tomorrow we will discuss this further," Cronan said and the trio made their way out of the throne room.
Around 11 o'clock that Sunday, Sarah arrived at David's studio apartment. She could faintly hear jazz music pouring through the door and she smiled; she had acquired a taste for jazz after her friend introduced her to the genre. Jasmine always swore up and down that her parents conceived her during a Dizzy Gillespie song and that's how she got her name. Knowing her friend's fondness for telling tall tales, she always took Jazz's story with a grain of salt.
Nervously, Sarah took the compact mirror out of her purse and gave herself a once-over to fix her hair and double-check her makeup. Satisfied that she looked alright, Sarah snapped the compact shut, put it back in her purse and took a deep breath as she knocked.
After a few seconds, the music got louder as the door opened and David's handsome face appeared. Sarah could feel his eyes travel over her as he gave her an appraising look.
"Hello, love, you look stunning," he said as he gripped her hand and led her inside. He spotted the three goblins hiding down the hallway and put a finger to his lips as a gesture of silence before shutting the door to the apartment. "Here's my little home, sweet home."
He watched her as she walked around and took in her surroundings. His place was much bigger than she expected. Several windows lined one side of the studio and kept it brightly lit. Next to the windows was a long dining table sitting on an area rug and surrounded by six chairs. In the center of the opposite wall was a large fireplace surrounded by a sectional couch, a chair, television and a coffee table; a second matching area rug pulled it all together, making it look like a living area. On one end of the apartment was a set of stairs that led up to an office area and beyond that, a door that went into his bedroom. Below this area was the kitchen and a hallway that led back to the bathroom and a second bedroom. On the other end of the apartment, an easel, art supplies, drop cloths and several of his paintings indicated this was David's work area.
"This place is great," Sarah said in awe. "I always thought it would be neat to live in a studio apartment."
"Thank you. I lucked out when I found this place, it's relatively cheap for the area," David replied.
Sarah looked at him and blushed when she realized his eyes were still roaming over her with approving eyes. It had taken her two hours to decide on what to wear; she wanted to look her best for David and for the portrait. She had settled on a long flowing periwinkle blue skirt that went all the way down to her ankles and a white blouse that hung off her shoulders. The blouse was cinched at her waist with a matching blue belt and she wore dark brown strap sandals on her feet.
While David was appraising her, Sarah was also checking him out. He was barefoot and wearing a pair of ratty blue jeans that had holes and paint splattered on them along with a gray T-shirt that was also paint splattered. His hair was back to its usual disarray and his tortoiseshell glasses were sitting on his nose. Sarah thought he looked perfect.
"Well, love, shall we get started? I'm itching to get your likeness on canvas," he said. He went over and grabbed the chair from the living area and pulled it into the corner by the windows. He patted the seat, indicating for her to sit down.
"This will take some time, so I want you to be as comfortable as possible. I fall asleep in this chair all the time, it's so comfortable," he smirked and Sarah laughed.
She came and sat down, letting him fuss with her hair and clothing a bit before standing back to assess the situation.
He tilted his head to the side. "Cross your legs and rest your arms in your lap."
She did as he asked and he came over to her one more time to sweep one side of her hair behind one bare shoulder, leaving the other side alone.
She felt shivers run down her spine as he gave her a smoldering look.
"You are absolute perfection," he said quietly before sitting at his easel to start sketching her.
As he worked, Sarah talked about classes and work, while he told funny anecdotes about his students; Sarah tried not to laugh too hard and screw him up.
It was a couple of hours later when David finally put down his tools and stood up, stretching; he looked at his watch.
"Wow, it's already 1 o'clock. I'm sorry, you're probably tired of sitting there; I always lose track of time when I'm immersed in my work," he walked over to Sarah and helped her out of the chair; she put her hands to her back and stretched. "Are you hungry? I know I am."
"You mean you didn't hear all that rumbling going on? My stomach had a lot to say," she said with a sheepish grin.
"Well, we could go grab a bite to eat somewhere or we can make sandwiches here; that's about all I have right now until I go grocery shopping," he grinned.
"A sandwich sounds perfect to me. I think my stomach would start an all-out war with me if I keep it waiting too long," Sarah replied and he chuckled.
After fixing a couple of sandwiches and grabbing some drinks out of the fridge, they sat down at the table to eat. They were both so hungry, it didn't take them long to finish their food.
"I think we'll take a break for today and then start again next week if that works for you; I've got a really good start though," David said, sitting back in his chair and taking a sip of his drink. "I'd really like it if you stayed though. Maybe we could watch a movie or something?"
Sarah didn't have to be asked twice.
"I'd love that," she replied, steadily holding his eyes with hers.
A few moments later, the curtains were shut to keep light from reflecting on the TV and Sarah was sitting next to David on the sectional as the movie began playing; however, David's attention kept turning to Sarah. The sight of her bare shoulders and the sweet scent of her was becoming his undoing. He tested the waters by placing light kisses on her shoulder. She felt goosebumps spread on her skin and a heat rushed through her as she became turned on. As he moved her hair aside, his lips moved across her shoulder and up her neck to behind her ear. He smiled against her skin as he heard her breathing quicken; her chest was heaving.
He put his hand to her cheek and gently turned her face to meet his as he kissed his way along her jawline up to her lips. She allowed him access to her mouth and he devoured her, running his tongue along hers. The little moans that escaped her throat turned him on and he became hard against his jeans.
He slid one arm behind her as she turned toward him and his other hand came up to hold her waist right below her breast. As they hungrily kissed each other, he hesitantly slid his hand from her waist to brush against her ample breast. When she didn't stop him, he cupped her through her blouse, massaging the perfect orb. She arched her back in response, encouraging him to slide his hand to her other breast and give it the same attention.
His lips left hers and he looked deeply into her eyes, his hand still massaging her breast through her blouse.
"Do you want me to stop, love? If I keep going, I don't know if I'll be able to control myself," he said in a strained voice.
Words had completely escaped Sarah, so all she could do was shake her head, letting him know that she wanted to continue what they had started.
She almost protested when his hand disappeared from her breast and he stood up, but then he held out his hand to her.
"How about we finish this upstairs?" he whispered and she nodded, accepting his hand and rising from the couch. She noticed that his glasses were gone when he gave her a smile as he turned and led her to the stairs, looking back at her with hunger in his eyes before they climbed the steps.
As they approached the door to his bedroom, Sarah gave a squeal of surprise as he suddenly pushed her against the wall next to it.
His lips crushed down on hers as he lifted her hands above her head and moved one of his thighs between her legs. Gripping both her wrists with one hand, he ran the other over her chest and stomach to undo the belt that cinched her blouse around her waist.
"Let's get rid of this, shall we?" he growled and she nodded, still unable to form words.
Expertly, he unhooked her belt with one hand and slid it away from her body, throwing it behind him where it hit the floor with a dull thud. Without wasting any time, he ran his hand inside her blouse and once more, massaged her breast over her bra. Through the thin material, he could feel her nipple harden at his touch, spurring him on further. He let go of her wrists and grabbed the hem of her shirt, sliding it up and off her body, tossing it behind him. His gaze fell to her heaving chest as he drank her in; her white lace bra the only obstacle between him and her mouth-watering nipples.
Mmmm, I always pictured you as a white panties girl, Precious, he smirked slyly.
David placed his hands flat against the wall on either side of her as his lips lightly suckled the skin behind her ear. At his touch, Sarah's heartbeat quickened and her breathing became labored. Her hands came up to rest lightly on his shoulders as he achingly left a trail of kisses along her neck and down her chest.
His hands left the wall and reached behind Sarah to unhook her bra, slowly drawing the straps down her shoulders and arms, setting her breasts free. Her bra went the same way as her belt and shirt, softly landing on the floor behind him. He slid his hands around to cup Sarah under her breasts as he flicked his tongue across one rosy peak. Sarah lifted one of her hands from his shoulder to run her fingers through his hair, her head thrown back against the wall and her eyes closed. She softly cried out when his lips clamped down on her hardened nipple and he began to suckle.
"Oh, David," were the only words that would escape her lips.
He slowly kissed his way over to her other breast, giving that nipple the same treatment. The heat at Sarah's core kept rising and she could feel her body preparing itself for him. Because of his heightened Fae sense of smell, Jareth could tell she was ready to be taken.
"I have to taste you, love," he said silkily.
Before Sarah knew what was happening, David continued kissing his way down to her stomach. She jumped as he ran his tongue along the sensitive skin around her bellybutton. He smiled against her skin.
So, you are ticklish, he thought with satisfaction.
Despite being nervous, Sarah's body continued to respond as she felt him tug at her skirt and begin to yank it down her legs. It pooled around her feet, leaving her clad in only her white lace panties and shoes. She lifted one leg and then the other so that David could discard the skirt with her other articles of clothing on the floor, followed by her sandals. She felt David's hands run up her legs and over her hips before gently gripping the hem of her remaining article of clothing and slowly tugging her panties off her body. As soon as they, too, were on the pile behind them, David licked his lips in anticipation as he grabbed her left leg and placed it on his shoulder, leaving her open to his hungry eyes. The cool air felt good against her wet, hot core.
Starting at her knee, David laid a trail of kisses up her thigh. She moaned at the wonderful sensation his lips created on her exposed skin as he worked his way toward her center. Then, all of a sudden, the kisses stopped. Surprised, she opened her eyes and looked down at him only to find his bright blue eyes staring up at her.
"I want you to watch as I pleasure you, love," he whispered and then his lips touched her where she needed it the most. Her legs almost gave out on her at the wonderful sensation, but his body supported her. She gripped his hair with both hands.
Moans started pouring out of her mouth as she watched him run his tongue along her slit, every now and then stopping to flick her clit with the tip of his tongue. He pressed one hand to her stomach and used the other to spread her nether lips open as he continued his onslaught on her most sensitive area.
"Oh God, David, don't stop," she moaned as he added to the sensation by placing a couple of fingers inside her. While he fingered her, he suckled on her clit. Her legs began to shake as the waves of her orgasm built up. Her moans increased in volume, further turning him on. As he moved his fingers in and out of her faster and continued concentrating on her clit, he knew she was close to the edge. A few seconds later he could feel her muscles gripping at his fingers and she screamed his name as she exploded on his tongue; he lapped up every bit of her sweet nectar as she rode the wave of her orgasm. Breathing fast, Sarah slowly came back down from her climax and watched with fascination as David removed his fingers and licked her remaining juices off of them.
"Wow, that was incredible," she said shakily as David stood back up and stared hungrily into her eyes. He smiled.
"That's only for starters, love," he said seductively, running his hands over her firm butt. Without warning, he grabbed her behind her thighs and lifted her up, causing her to squeal in surprise again before she wrapped her legs around his waist.
He kicked the door to the bedroom open before carrying her over to the bed and laying her down. He stood up and took off his shirt while she watched, throwing it into the corner. With a deep intake of breath, her eyes wandered over the slender muscles of his chest and stomach. As her eyes moved lower, she could see a trail of light blond hair that ran from his bellybutton down into his jeans. Her eyes widened as she finally took in the huge bulge she had felt digging into her thigh as he carried her into his bedroom.
Oh my God, it looks big enough inside his pants. How big is it actually going to be OUTSIDE his pants? she couldn't help but wonder.
He leaned over her and started kissing her hungrily again, placing his hands on either side of her to support himself. She ran her hands over his back, shoulders and chest, wanting to feel every inch of his fair, smooth skin. His breath hitched as her hands moved down his stomach and toyed with the hem of his jeans.
"Please, love, I need to be inside you," he said thickly and she understood what he meant. With curiosity, she ran the palm of her hand along his hardon, causing him to moan, before she unzipped his jeans and pushed them down his hips; David kicked them off into the same corner as his shirt. She was first surprised to learn he was going commando, but then she saw his manhood spring free and her eyes widenend and her lips parted. She had only been with one man her entire life and that was Kennedy, but he was nothing compared to this.
How am I ever going to take that inside me? she thought as she bit her lower lip nervously.
David saw the worried look on her face and smiled.
"Don't worry, we'll take it slowly. I want to pleasure you, not hurt you," he whispered, placing a kiss on her lips before reaching over to the nightstand and grabbing a condom. He ripped the package with his teeth and took out the condom, rolling it along his massive length.
He once again leaned over Sarah and began kissing her as he rubbed his hand between her legs, making sure she was still ready for him. He gripped his manhood and slowly began to slide inside her, gritting his teeth at her tightness. She sucked in her breath as he began to fill her completely.
"Oh God, love, you are so tight, it feels wonderful," David sighed as he became completely sheathed by her and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Although she wasn't a virgin, he waited a little bit to let her adjust to his size before he slowly began moving in and out of her, sweat beading on his forehead. He leaned forward to kiss her exposed neck as she threw back her head and arched her back. Supporting himself on one forearm while he slowly pumped in and out of her, he brought his other hand up to caress her breast before leaning over to suckle on her nipple, causing her to moan.
As the sensation David was creating flowed through her, Sarah's thoughts flew out of her head and the needs of her body took over.
"Please, go faster, I want more of you," she whispered and he was more than willing to oblige. His hips picked up the pace and her moans increased in volume as that wonderful feeling started to build within her again. She reached down to clutch his buttocks and locked her ankles behind him to get a tighter grip as she began lifting her hips off the bed to meet his, sweat breaking out on her skin; she was striving to hit that all-time high again. As he began slamming into her even harder, David instinctively knew she was nearing her orgasm and just a few seconds later, she screamed his name as her body spasmed. David leaned his head back and clenched his teeth as her muscles clutched at his member; he didn't want to give in to his release quite yet. He slowly pumped into her a few more times as she rode her climax and then she stilled, trying to steady her breathing. He slid out of her, still as hard as when they started.
"Roll onto your stomach and keep your legs together, love" he gently instructed and she did as he asked, resting her head on her forearms. Sarah was surprised at how comfortable she felt with him and smiled as she realized his eyes were roaming over her back and buttocks, memorizing every inch of her. She closed her eyes and sighed as he leaned over her, kissing the base of her neck and then working his way down her back with his lips and tongue. Her eyes opened back up in surprise when she felt him bite her on the butt.
"Just checking to make sure you're still awake," he teased as he moved back over her and kissed her lips, grabbing his member and slowly sliding between her legs. She moaned as he filled her up again and began moving in and out; she moved her arms to the side of her and held the sheets in a tight grip. He leaned his head back and bit his lip; she was even tighter in this position.
"You feel so good, love," David moaned as he began to pick up the pace. Not only did sliding in and out of her tight hole feel good, but he could feel the soft skin of her thighs brush against his manhood as he moved in and out of her.
Once more, Sarah could feel those familiar stirrings deep in her core as she took her pleasure from David. She moaned as she felt every inch of him moving in and out of her, and her grip on the sheets tightened. As he tried to satisfy Sarah one more time, David was determined to find his own satisfaction as he continued pumping in and out of her, sweat breaking out all over his skin.
Sarah's breathing quickened and her body began to shake again as the waves of orgasm built up to overtake her. After David slammed into her a few more times, she finally rode the wave over the edge and she cried out, her muscles once more squeezed onto his member, causing him to follow right behind her. He continued to move in and out of her a few more times as they rode their orgasms together. He finally pulled out of her and rolled to the side, pulling her toward him. She rested her head on his shoulder and placed her hand on his chest, laying that way quietly while they tried to slow their breathing.
"That was amazing," she said, looking up at his face. She was completley satiated, which was the first time she ever felt that way.
"I'm glad to hear that, I was beginning to think you were insatiable," he said with a smirk and she smacked him on the chest.
Sarah lifted her head to glance at the clock on the nightstand and her eyebrows shot up; it was already 3:30.
"We've been at it for almost two hours?" she exclaimed in shock.
David just laid there with a smug smile on his face.
"Well, anything worth doing right ... ," he said and she laughed.
They turned toward each other and snuggled that way, exchanging soft kisses every now and then. As Sarah drifted off to sleep, David watched her face and felt content. He reached up to twirl her hair around his fingers, enjoying the softness of it against his skin. He leaned forward and placed a kiss on the tip of her nose before he closed his own eyes and joined her in sleep.
Awhile later, he slowly opened his eyes and saw that Sarah was sitting on the bed, putting her sandals on. He glanced at the clock, which read 6:23. He yawned and reached over to grab her by the waist and pulled her back against him, startling her.
"Did you think you were going to sneak out without saying goodbye?" he grinned at her teasingly.
She giggled and brought her hand up to the bristles on his face.
"After our little shenanigans earlier, I thought you could use the sleep," she said, kissing him. "Plus, I really should get home so I can get some laundry done for the next week."
He stood up, still completely naked and Sarah couldn't help but admire his body.
"Well, let me at least walk you home," he said as he walked to the corner and slid his jeans on.
"No, I'll be alright, it's only a few blocks away and there's still some light out," she insisted.
David knew better than to argue although he would have felt better seeing her home. They made their way downstairs and to the front door. As she reached for the doorknob, he grabbed her by the waist and turned her around to face him.
"I know we've only been together a few times, but I have a really good feeling about this," he said, studying her face. "I really hope you feel the same way about me."
Sarah placed her hand on the side of his face and kissed him on the lips before a sly smile spread across her face.
"Does this mean you'll respect me in the morning?" she said, causing him to laugh; then she turned serious. "You know I feel the same way; I have a really good feeling about this, too."
With that, she gave him one last lingering kiss, opened the door and walked away, only turning once to wave at him.
"If only I could tell you the truth about everything without scaring you away, Precious," Jareth whispered as he watched her turn the corner at the end of the hallway and disappear, the three goblins quietly following behind her.