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!
A/N: There will probably be more time lapses on this story from here on out. I am really invested in the darkness of 'The Ties That Bind'. Neither story is planned out, and I'm just being led around by the characters. Sometimes it is hard to switch from the intensity of TTTB back to the silliness of this one, but I'm working on it. Reviews help me get psyched up and get ideas (hint hint hint!)
Mature content warning: Fluffy silliness with lashings of smut. You were warned!
Ch. 7: Time Warp
Peering in the vanity, Sarah touched up her crimson lipstick, and fluffed up her skirts, before adjusting the corset top. Her fingers grazed the very clear bite mark left on her right breast, shivering slightly. Jareth had marked her before, usually up high on her neck, easily covered with her hair, this time he had marked her for show, and the feral look still in his eyes told her this was just the start.
Slowly she turned to look at him, as he once more lounged atop her bed like he belonged there, and the feeling still burning between her legs told her that is exactly where she wanted him. 'Stop getting ahead of yourself, girl! Get a grip. You have to get him dressed so we can get out of here," she scolded herself.
Turning to him, she surveyed his current state of dress – or partial dress. As much as she would love to see the girls try to convince Jareth to don lingerie, heels and makeup, she was positive his royal ego would be royally bent out of shape at the very idea. No. It would be better to go with what he was already comfortable in, and incidentally what Sarah found irresistible on him – leather with lashings of more leather.
"Okay, the pants can stay," she said, critically considering him.
"For now you mean," came the sultry reply.
"Well, if mine have to stay despite their current state, I figure turn about is fair play," she retorted with a teasing smile. "Besides, since I am quite sure you go commando, I'd suggest keeping the leather pants unless you'd like to go naked. Not that I would mind, but explaining your complete lack of dress to the police might be more of a headache than even you can imagine, your Majesty."
Flicking his wrist, Jareth produced a crystal that rapidly filled with black smoke, "Anything else, or are the pants alone sufficient," he drawled with a sultry air.
"Well, as much as I love seeing you half-dressed on my bed, for tonight I think it would be best if you actually were more covered. Since you were so kind as to mark me for the evening, I have to lay claim to you somehow to keep others from trying to pick you up," she replied smoothly.
With catlike grace, Jareth stalked toward her, bare fingers caressing the bite mark prominently framed by the low cut top of her dress. "I have been wanting to mark you for quite some time, pet. And since you insist in going out in public wearing that dress, you left me no choice but to put it where everyone could see," he purred, pressing her back against the door, knowing her body would react whether she liked it or not.
Sarah didn't even attempt to get away, rather she wriggled her hips lasciviously against him, leaning in to nip sharply at his neck, and being rewarded with his hissing intake of breath. If he was going to taunt her, the least she could do is give as good as she got.
Licking her lips Sarah returned to pondering his clothing. She figured if she was going to dress him, she might as well put him in something that would make her weak at the knees. With a mischevious smirk she dictated her desires, "White silk shirt – no frills – plain button down front, open to the waist, with a black full length leather duster."
"Oh…but keep the amulet of office," she smiled, lightly tracing it with her fingers, feeling the taut muscles of his chest quiver ever so slightly at her touch, and enjoying the hint of power it gave her. "I've always loved the way it looks."
He leaned in close, his breath caressing her lips. "Anything else precious?"
Biting back a soft groan she croaked, "Fae eye markings."
He raised an eyebrow in question at this request.
"Trust me. With what others will be wearing tonight, you will look positively… human," she said with a mocking smile.
Holding the crystal roughly, his slender fingers seemed to crush it into dust. Once released, the black smoke drifted around them in a deep violet haze. When the tendrils of magic cleared, Jareth was dressed as Sarah had imagined, eliciting a low sigh of appreciation from her bruised and swollen lips.
"Now, pet, we really must return to your friends or else they might leave without us," he purred silkily, "and that would mean that you'd be mine… alone… for the rest of the night."
Sarah looked at him, her darkened eyes, betraying her lust as she whispered low, "And we wouldn't want that now would we?"
Before he could respond, Sarah turned, pulling the bedroom door open. As she rounded the corner into the lounge she stopped so suddenly, Jareth ran into her, nearly knocking her off balance.
"What the hell…?" she gasped, unable to believe her eyes.
Alise was standing on the coffee table dancing with the feather duster, wearing the metal colander on her head, while Gina was laying in the overstuffed chair – upside down with her legs over the back of the chair and her head dangling near the floor.
" 'Bout time y'all decided to rejoin us. Did ya get it outta yer schistem?" Alise slurred when her bleary eyes were able to focus on them.
"Um, Alise…what are you doing?"
"Voguing, can'tcha tell."
"With my feather duster?"
"Yesh, you don't have no live chickens, 'n the ones in the freezer is no good fer dancin."
Hanging upside down on the chair, Gina seemed to be ignoring everything until she suddenly pointed at Jareth and blurted out, "It's Kingy!" Looking vaguely puzzled she muttered to Sarah, "Sharah…why'd I say that?"
Sarah groaned and looked at Jareth and snarled, "This is all your fault."
Confused, Jareth raised a quizzical eyebrow at her. "And just how did I do this, when I was in your bedroom doing my damnest to do you."
In frustration Sarah bit out two words – "Goblin Ale."
Peering into the kitchen they saw the cask, that is, what was left of the cask of goblin ale was laying askew in the sink, drained dry, glistening drops of the viscous green liquid leaving a sticky trail leading into the living room.
"How much was left?" Jareth asked, unable to stop laughing.
Stamping her foot, Sarah glared at him, "How the hell should I know? I only keep it on hand for you. You've have probably three mugs since Hoggle delivered this last cask."
"Then at least half the cask was left," Jareth chuckled.
"Damnit Jareth, this isn't funny! " Sarah snapped at him. "Even you can only handle one mug of this stuff without wanting to proposition a lamp post! "
Groaning, Sarah covered her face trying to think. "We have to sober them up fast. Please tell me there is some wonderful Underground cure for the effects of goblin ale in humans?"
Jareth leaned against the counter, peeking back into the living room again, the laugher roaring out of him at the sight that greeted him. Alise and Gina were now both standing on the couch singing and attempting some sort of dance.
Let's do the Time Warp again
Let's do the Time Warp again
It's just a jump to the left
At which point Alise hit the arm of the couch and fell off, still singing as she lay in a heap on the floor.
And then a step to the right
With your hands on your hips
You bring your knees in tight
But it's the pelvic thrust
That really drives you insane
Seeing the girls dancing, Sarah started to giggle, laughing until her eyes watered.
"Seriously Jareth, we can't take them out like this. You've got to sober them up."
With an evil smirk, Jareth snaked his arms around Sarah's waist, pulling her back against him, his hands gripping her hips and holding her firmly against him, "Or we could leave them here and go amuse ourselves for the rest of the evening," he crooned in her ear.
"But they are acting like goblins! I won't have a home left if we leave them here unsupervised."
Still laughing, Jareth flicked his wrist, plucking a vibrant purple crystal out of the air, releasing it toward the girls on the couch where it exploded into a shower of silver glitter. As soon as the crystal popped, Gina and Alise slumped onto the couch sleeping.
"How long will they sleep for?"
"Only a few minutes. Long enough for us to dispose of the evidence," came the amused reply.
Waving his hand toward the sink, the now empty cask disappeared, as did the sticky green puddles on the kitchen floor.
"When they wake up they will only remember having drinks and a terrific time. They won't even remember me threatening them with death and dismemberment for attempting to disturb us earlier," Jareth continued, his tongue darting out to tease the side of Sarah's neck.
The girls began to stir quickly, looking up and seeing Jareth and Sarah for the first time clearly.
"Wow, that last drink packed a wallop," marveled Gina, Alise nodding in agreement. "I knocked on your door so see how long you'd be and heard Jer threaten me, so we figured you all were finally …"
"Enacting the beast with two heads," interjected Alise.
Rolling her eyes, Sarah shook her head and groaned, "Real ladylike, Alise. No more vodka for you."
Sarah laughed and looked at Jareth, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. "So Kingy, how are you at dancing?"
Jareth licked his lips as he looked at her, remembering the last time they danced, his voice low enough that only she could hear, "You should remember, Sarah," he purred, a wave of sensual power radiating from him, making Sarah squirm once more.
"Um…stupid question," she stammered, blushing deeply. Shaking her head, Sarah moved to the couch and helped her friends stand. "Okay gals, we gotta teach Jer here the time warp, then we'll be good to go."
Laughing, Sarah motioned Jareth to the couch, pushing him to sit down as Alise and Gina moved the coffee table out of the way. Jareth watched them with amusement, knowing that it was unseemly for him to dance at anything but a formal occasion, but not wanting to ruin their fun.
"Okay," instructed Sarah, trying to shush Gina and Alise who were giggling already. "You only do the dance on the chorus, and the instructions are given in the song, so there really isn't much to learn. Just watch."
Gina cued the video and the girls started singing and dancing, like a deranged Rockette's chorus line, minus the high kicks.
Let's do the Time Warp again
Let's do the Time Warp again
It's just a jump to the left
And then a step to the right
With your hands on your hips
You bring your knees in tight
But it's the pelvic thrust
That really drives you insane
Let's do the Time Warp again
Let's do the Time Warp again
"Got it?" asked Gina, as the girls did lapse into a disorganized and very wobbly (thanks to the vodka) Rockette style kick line.
"Hmm…yes, I think I can manage," Jareth replied, lips twisted in an amused smirk.
Alise poured shots and handed them out, calling, "A toast before we go."
"To friends," laughed Sarah, "no matter how crazy they may be."
"To Tim Curry in drag," crowed Alise. "Still smexy even if somewhat creepy."
"To virgin sacrifices!" shouted Gina.
Raising his glass in salute, Jareth looked at Sarah, his eyes darkening with barely restrained desire.
"Indeed," he whispered.