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. 6: Toucha-Toucha-Touch Me

Sarah smiled at Jareth, for once grateful for his teasing as it helped her refocus. She wasn't sure whether she had promised him or threatened him, but knew he would expect her to uphold her end of things, or she'd never hear the end of it. Rising gracefully from her spot by the coffee table, she reached out for Jareth's hand, pulling him from the couch.

"I'll get him dressed, you guys get the movie ready so we can teach him the dance," she instructed as she pulled him back toward the bedroom.

Sarah shut the bedroom door behind them, feeling it click home. As soon as it clicked, she felt his hands on her shoulders, pulling her against him. Unable to help it, she felt herself tremble as she kissed the side of her neck, forcing a soft whimper from her throat. Turning in his arms she wrapped her own around his neck, eagerly seeking his lips with her own, one hand moving upward, twisting itself in his hair and pulling him in deeper, the other rubbing over his back. Relishing the taut muscles that rippled beneath the tight shirt, when she reached his waist she grabbed the shirt firmly, tugging it away from the denim of the jeans and ripping it upward, her other hand snaking down to help.

Surprised by her actions, Jareth met her kiss with a force of his own, teasing her lips with his tongue, while pressing her against the door with a thud, making her laugh softly against his mouth. Releasing her lips, his head swooped down to nibble at the top of her breasts, dragging his sharp teeth over the smooth mounds, before biting firmly, making her whimper. Without thinking, she arched her back, thrusting her breasts toward his waiting mouth, still pulling his shirt up, her breath coming in short bursts.

Biting harder now, Jareth felt her tremble sharply. Smiling against the soft flesh at the top of her breast, he pulled back slightly, flicking his tongue lazily over the bite mark.

"You know pet, you told the girls you were going to be dressing me, not undressing me. I'd be happy to banish them someplace cozy so we could finish this – say, an oubliette?" he purred silkily.

With a hoarse groan betraying her desire, she leaned her head back, banging it softly against the door several times, as if causing herself pain would banish the need coursing through her.

"I wish….I wish….," she muttered, gasping as he leaned up and bit her neck hard, hands roughly tugging on her hair, making her knees weak.

"Make the wish and I'll gladly send them to an oubliette, just for a few hours," came his throaty reply.

"No," Sarah whimpered. "We have to stop," she panted, squirming at the familiar slick feeling between her thighs.

"Then you have to let go of me, love," Jareth drawled, licking her neck.

"Let go of me first," she whispered.

"And if I said no?" he asked, thrusting his knee between her thighs.

A feral growl burst from him at the feel of the heat and desire pouring from her as she wriggled in his arms. Jareth scooped her up, quick steps taking him across the room, before dropping her on the bed, her hands releasing him as she fell. Grabbing his shirt, he tugged it the rest of the way over his head. Sarah's eyes widened as she saw his chest, longing to rung her fingers over it, but not being given the chance, when he abruptly dropped to his knees next to the bed.

"What are you…" Sarah gasped, as he roughly grabbed her thighs, throwing one over each shoulder, a hand gently but firmly pushing her to lay back. With a firm grip on her hips, he pulled her closer to him, the movement shoving her short skirt upward, exposing the ruffled knickers she wore.

She watched him with bright eyes, a moan escaping her lips. He removed his gloves, before gliding his fingers lightly up her inner thighs. Being the first time she had ever felt his touch without the gloves, she shuddered violently, gasping at the electric sensation that followed his fingers path on her skin.

Reaching the satin of the knickers, Jareth hooked his fingers into the edge, pulling it aside.

"No…I can't…" Sarah protested weakly, her body quivering at his touch.

"Yes," he said firmly, his mismatched eyes betraying his own lust, "You can. Let go."

Slowly his fingers caressed her, teasing the slick folds skillfully, feeling her tremble, her hands twisting the sheets into her fists as she moaned louder. Jareth's fingers continued their intimate caress, as he watched her face, her eyes shut as she gasped out her need.

A knock sounded at the door, making Sarah jump, crying out, while Jareth's hand firmly held her hips in place. Turning toward the door, he snarled, "If you value your life, go away!"

Calmly, as if never having been interrupted, Jareth continued to explore her, spreading her as a slender finger gently pressed toward her core, her arousal evident. He smiled as she writhed on the bed, her bruised and swollen lips open, panting. The pressure of his fingers driving her further.

"You want this, Sarah," he crooned, slipping his finger out of her silken channel, he brought it up to lightly graze the seat of her pleasure, his other hand pressing her against the bed as she rocked upward.

Leaning in, he flicked his tongue over the bundle of nerves, sliding two fingers into her, gently thrusting them inside the tight folds. "You need this," he purred, humming against her, drinking in the scent of her desire.

"Please…" she whimpered, trying to beg but no longer able to think clearly, given the torturous sensations washing over her. Unable to control herself, her hips rose to meet each thrust of his fingers.

"As my queen commands," he drawled, suckling the tender pearl with his lips, his tongue tracing lazy circles around it as she thrust against him.

Arching her back, Sarah gasped, biting her lip hard as the sensation built quickly inside her. With every touch her core trembled, responding to him. Seeing her frantic reaction, his lips pulled firmly on the sensitive bud while his fingers continued to plum her depths. He purred against her, as she exploded around his fingers. Sucking harder against her, he could feel her insides convulse as she came, gasping his name, and shuddering in her release.

Jareth covered her inner thighs with gentle kisses, as she relaxed. Absently licking his lips and fingers he looked at her, gorgeous in her surrender, he couldn't wait to see her writhing fully beneath him – but that would have to wait. Sitting back, he smiled as Sarah finally opened one eye to peek at him, promptly squeezing her eyes shut again and blushing, covering her face with her hands.

Straightening her knickers and patting them cheekily, he hummed softly as he re-clipped her stockings to the garters, before pulling her to a sitting position. Jareth settled himself next to her on the bed, wrapping his arms around her he drawled, "We should really be getting back to your friends and getting me dressed."

Sighing, Sarah reluctantly stood, pulling another pair of knickers from her dresser and heading toward the bathroom to change, when Jareth wrapped his strong arms around her. With a throaty growl, he plucked the clean knickers from her grasp and tossed them aside.

"Leave them, I want you stewing in your own juices until we return. I always knew you would taste of peaches. Such luscious nectar, until now untasted, but from now I will always hunger for it."

"You and your damn peaches," she replied, her voice still hoarse.

"Hmmm, yes. Ask me nicely and someday I'll show you a novel way to use peach jam and cream. But only if you're a good girl."

With a wicked smirk she winked at him, "But I suspect I'll be much better if I'm bad."

"Oh pet, of that I am sure," Jareth purred.