Disclaimer: I don't own Labyrinth, Jareth or Sarah. But I'd happily snog Jareth within an inch of his life, given half the chance!
Mature content warning: Fluffy silliness with lashings of smut. You were warned!
Ch. 3: Wild & Untamed Thing
Jareth grimaced as Sarah dug her elbow sharply into his ribs in her haste to get out of his lap, and he strongly suspected it wasn't entirely accidental on her part. He couldn't understand why she could taunt and flirt with him for hours, but always got flustered when her friends caught them. With an amused smirk, he watched her tugging in vain at her short skirt, wondering how long it would be until she noticed the bite mark on her neck.
"Honestly, as if putting up with his teasing is bad enough, do I really have to be tormented by my so-called 'friends'," Sara lamented, making a production out of readjusting her dress. With a wink to her friends she bent at the waist, giving her breasts a jiggle, while wriggling her bum in Jareth's general direction. Seeing him move to swat her, she jumped out of the way, knocking into her friends and sending the three of them to the floor in a mass of limbs and giggling.
"Tarts. The lot of you," Jareth remarked silkily.
Fixing him with a impish grin, she smiled, "You, my friend, have no idea how much of a tart I could be." Then turning she proceeded to ignore Jareth, while slinging her arm over Gina and Alise's shoulders.
"How would you feel if I told you Jer here, was coming with us tonight?" she asked.
"Well, its all well and good for him, he gets to go out with three girls, but we only have him? Something about that is unfair," Gina replied, untangling herself from her friends and flopping onto the chair to pour herself a drink
Jareth merely raised an elegant eyebrow and looked at Gina, a sardonic smirk curling the corners of his mouth. As he opened his mouth to reply, Sarah cut him off with a knowing smile.
"That depends on your basis for comparison."
Rising from the floor, Alise perched herself on the arm of the couch opposite where Jareth was still lounging, smoothing the skirt of her suit. Jareth was vaguely puzzled as to why she was wearing a pink skirt suit, while Gina was wearing what appeared to be a tuxedo with a hot pink silk shirt.
Popping a cheese cube into her mouth, Alise winked at Gina, beginning to hum. Laughing, Gina picked up the song, singing to Sarah….
I've been making a man
With blond hair and a tan
And he's good for relieving my... ...
Sarah blushed as she heard the audience participation call in her head…. "Sexual."
…tension
With a low growl, Sarah tossed a throw pillow toward Gina, laughing as it bounced off her face.
Collapsing in giggles, Alise fell onto the couch, unceremoniously shoving Jareth's feet out of her way. "Speaking of tan blondes, Steve called before we came over here, Sarah. Apparently Margo can't make it tonight and he wants you as part of the floor show."
"He what?" came the stammered reply. "What part?" Sarah tried to fight the rising panic at this news. This was not good. She had never been part of the floorshow and really didn't want to be up on stage, camping it up while Jareth was in the audience.
Gina shrugged. "Does it matter? I mean you're dressed for Magenta, but Margo usually plays Janet. Donna always comes prepared with costumes for several parts."
"Well, Janet is the virgin," smirked Alise, "So you should be able to get into the part."
Sarah turned to Alise, her green eyes suddenly glinting with tears. Without a word she poured another shot, downed it in a gulp, then stood up and stormed to her bedroom. Slamming the door, a frustrated scream tore through the thin walls of the flat, followed closely by the sound of breaking glass.
"Hmm…there goes the crystal ball on her desk again," mused Alise. "She's had to replace it twice this month already."
Frowning, Gina shot Alise a cold look. "Teasing sure, but damn. That was just heartless."
Looking at Jareth and Gina, Alise sighed. "So do we draw straws to see who has to brave the lion's den?"
Before they could decide, the bedroom door was flung open. The sound of Sarah's stilettos echoing down the hallway as she returned, her jade eyes snapping with barely restrained emotion. Jaw firmly set, Sarah stalked toward the couch. Without a word, she leaned over, her slender fingers wrapping themselves tightly in the front of Jareth's shirt, jerking his torso off the couch with a strength he wouldn't have thought possible, and growled so that low only he could hear, "We finish this, tonight." Then before she lost her courage, her lips imprisoned his. Feeling a boldness she rarely experienced around Jareth, she nipped his bottom lip sharply, making him gasp, her tongue taking advantage of his momentary weakness to tease him further.
Just as suddenly as she approached him, Sarah broke the kiss, releasing his shirt to let him collapse back onto the couch. Jareth licked his lips lazily, a wolfish smile creeping into his eyes as he considered her promise. If this was the type of passion Sarah exhibited when angry, he really must make her angry more often, as from his vantage point, the rewards definitely outweighed any potential negatives.
Turning sharply on her heel Sarah faced Alise and Gina, smiling at the looks of utter shock on their faces.
"You were saying….?" She asked, a mocking smile teasing the corners of her mouth.
"Um…wow?" ventured Gina, with an amused chuckle. "You may be a slow starter, Sarah, but damn. When you get revved up, even I'd take you. And I'm not into girls!"
At this Sarah's demeanor faltered and she giggled, eventually dissolving into a fit of laughter as she sunk to the floor by the coffee table.
"So, if we are done discussing my lack of experience, we need to get down to business. We've got two hours to get Jer up to speed since it his first time. " Her face fell when she realized what she just told them. Damn…she hadn't meant to let them know he was a Rocky Horror virgin – but it was bound to come out at some point during the evening.
Gina and Alise looked at each other, then at Jareth with mischevious smiles, clapping their hands with unrestrained glee.
"Whohoo! A virgin! Hot damn this is gonna be a great night!" crowed Gina.
Jareth glared at her, his mismatched eyes narrowing dangerously. "I am not!"
Fixing him with a stoney glare, Sarah countered, "Oh…and just what is wrong with being a virgin?"
Although he wasn't entirely sure what Gina and Alise were referring to, Jareth was somehow positive that answering Sarah's question would be dangerous. If he said nothing, then he was leaving himself open to whatever Gina and Alise were up to. On the other hand if he indicated that something was wrong with being a virgin, he was insulting Sarah. There was no correct answer.
Squelching his royal pride, he caressed Sarah's check, whispering for her benefit only, "Nothing, pet."
"Don't forget it buster," she muttered, before downing her third shot of the night. She passed a shot to Jareth over her shoulder issuing a one word command, "Drink. You're going to want it."
Shaking her head at the girls she frowned. "Don't get any ideas, he isn't going up for auction and that is final."
At the mention of auctioning him off, Jareth scowled at Sarah. Seeing that he was about to protest she shook her head in his direction, effectively silencing him.
The girls nodded, looking somewhat disappointed.
"Don't look so upset, we still have to dress him up so he'll fit in, then we should have enough time to teach him the Time Warp, so he'll at least look like he has a clue. I want him to fit in well enough that he'll fly under the radar and won't attract the wrong kind of attention. Are you with me?"
The girls hopped up, snapping Sarah a mock salute. As one, Alise and Gina looked at each and said, "Frank'n'furter!" their eyes alight is mischevious glee.
"Say Jer…," cooed Alise, sidling toward the couch with a coy look on her face, "have you ever worn ling…" but before she could finish the thought, Sarah held up her hand.
"Don't even think about finishing that sentence, Alise Marie McCoy, or so help me…," she hissed, "I'll tell your parents where you really were for fall break this year."
Alise gasped and went pale. "You wouldn't dare!"
Raising an eyebrow, Sarah peered at her, a slight sneer twitching at her mouth, "Try me. You wouldn't believe just how cruel I can be given the right motivation."
Jareth watched with amusement. Yes…definitely must make Sarah angry more often, he mused.
As she went to pour another shot, Jareth reached out, deftly plucking it from her hands and downing it himself, he fixed her with a look of warning, "You, my love have had more than enough for the nonce. Besides, we wouldn't want you claiming impaired judgment tomorrow after keeping your promise – or was it a threat?"
Blushing slightly, Sarah met his gaze defiantly, her tongue flicking over her lips before purring, "That depends on how well you behave tonight."
Oh yes, the game was on.