Disclaimer: I don't own Labyrinth or the characters, but I'd happily snog Jareth senseless given half a chance.
Warning: Mature themes combined with fluffy silliness and lashings of lemon peels.
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Science Fiction- Double 'Fae'ture
Ch. 7 Hot Patootie – Bless My Soul
Jareth stood in the shadows at the side of the theatre watching the spectacle before him, a bemused smirk twisting the corners of his mouth as he pondered the audience while the movie played. The fervor with which they yelled at the screen, rarely yelling the actual dialogue was at once fascinating and frustrating. Yelling at the screen was one thing, but they did not stick with the script. He was particularly confused when they yelled things that didn't make sense considering what passed for a plot in this movie.
He couldn't for the life of him understand why when the male lead Brad's name was mentioned, people would shout various comments like 'Asshole', 'Jackass' and one person near where Jareth kept shouting 'Peckerhead'. While he understood the first two were derogatory, he had never heard the last and could only assume it was meant in the same vein. Jareth was further confused by the fact that anytime the female lead's name was mentioned, people yelled 'Slut' and various other similar terms.
"This is fun?" he wondered with distain. For centuries he had been a staunch supporter of mortals within the Underground, but their enjoyment of this 'entertainment' as they called it truly puzzled him and almost made him rethink his position on humans. But, the one thing that stopped him doing so was Sarah. His Sarah was on the stage, cavorting around in a decidedly haughty yet seductive manner – something he found engaging and erotic because it was so unlike her.
As he continued watching, it dawned on him that the audience was acting much like goblins did when the local acting troupe demanded a royal audience to perform. The goblins yelled disparaging comments at the actors, threw things, and generally carried on like goblins. Considering this, he surmised Sarah and her friends liked to come to this event to act crazy. With a bemused chuckle he watched Gina and Alyse shouting and throwing rice at the stage, then ducking when dozens of floral bouquets began to be thrown around the theatre. Really, the only difference between this event and his goblins watching a play, was the complete lack of chickens – live or otherwise.
That said, he was still unsure about this Frank'n'Furter character, although he thought it imminently amusing when the person first came on the screen and the crowd threw hot dogs at the stage. All in all, while the movie plot was ridiculous, the audience seemed oblivious to that fact, lost in the hysteria of throwing things, yelling things and generally being…well…goblin-ish.
The movie itself was wasted on Jareth, he was too busy watching the people and comparing them to goblins, all save Sarah. When he turned his attention to her, he felt only one thing – unadulterated lust. Watching her parade around on stage, alternating between being sultry and rude, just made him want her all the more. He fervently hoped this silly movie was nearing the end, as he had more pressing things on his mind, like how soon he could get Sarah out of that dress and writhing from his touch.
At long last, the movie ended, amid cheering from the audience. As the lights went up, Jareth made his way up the stage steps to rejoin Sarah. He was halfway to Sarah when Alyse and Gina grabbed him from behind.
"Wasn't it great?" crowed Alyse, her eyes bright with excess adrenalin, and too much vodka.
"Yeah…and you were fabulous in the auction, Jer!" gushed Gina, grinning broadly, "I couldn't believe it when you bit her, then played tonsil hockey in front of everyone!"
"Forget the smooching, what about Sarah's impromptu, mid-air lap dance? Hello, the guys behind us were going ape!" giggled Alyse.
Frowning, Jareth pursed his lips as he considered this. He hadn't thought that the males in the audience would see what Sarah did as something worth bringing her to their attention. Looking up to where Sarah was surrounded by a throng of males, chatting to her and jostling for a position close to her, Jareth was once again beset by a pang of jealousy, only this time he was going to do something about it.
Jareth circled around behind Sarah as she stood surrounded by admirers, sliding between them, he slid his arms possessively around her waist, bringing her body firmly back against his chest as he purred seductively in her ear, loud enough the would-be suitors would hear, "You haven't forgotten who you belong to already, have you my precious one?"
Feeling arms around her waist, Sarah was about to turn around and do unmentionable things to the owner of the arms, when Jareth's voice in her ear made her knees go weak, forcing her to slump against him in order to stay upright.
"According to the auction, you are mine, buster," she managed to croak as her throat threatened to boycott the ability to speak at all.
She blushed hotly, the feeling of him pressed up against her making her desire flare up again, particularly the hard lump that was now pressing insistently against the ruffled bum of her knickers. A low moan slipped out of her mouth, as she leaned back against him, momentarily forgetting the group of people who had been chatting her up just seconds before.
Seeing her unabashed reaction to him, Jareth took the opportunity to chase off the amorous males that had not already gotten the message and pissed off.
"If you'd excuse us, gents," he drawled, his voice dripping sarcasm, as one of the hands around her waist snaked up her body, his fingers, for once gloveless, lightly caressing the bite mark on her chest as he eyed them, a wicked smirk creeping over his face, "My love here has already promised her favors to me, and I have every intention of collecting."
Turning Sarah in his arms, he guided her away from the group and back to where Alyse and Gina stood, yet again singing and dancing. Before he could suggest heading back to Sarah's, Scott sashayed up to them, beaming widely.
"That was the best auction, ever, Sarah! You have got to be in the floor show next week and we'll do it again!"
Sarah peered up at Jareth, looking remarkably regal and arrogant, despite the silly red V still scrawled on his forehead. She smiled at him, his eyes seeming to pierce through to the very core of her being.
"Hmm…I think not Scott. I have the one I want," she said, noting Jareth's raised eyebrow at her claim. "I'll happily be in the floor show again though."
Scott leered at Sarah and Jareth, a sly smirk on his face. "Well I don't blame you honey. Now, all of you, get a wiggle on. We're meeting up at the Underground in 15 minutes for drinks, breakfast and hanging out."
Sarah and Jareth both opened their mouths preparing to protest, before Scott cut them off with a glare.
"No, ifs, ands or buts! This is tradition and not even kings fuck with tradition!"
Sarah looked at Scott, puzzled by his choice of words. Surely he didn't know who Jareth was. Jareth cocked an eyebrow at Scott, who merely waved cheekily over his shoulder and winked at them.
"Underground Bar and Club, 15 minutes darlings. Don't be late!" he shouted over his shoulder.
Alyse and Gina squealed with delight, having never scored an invitation to the after-party. They linked arms with Jareth and Sarah and dragged them bodily from the theatre in their enthusiasm. Catching a cab outside the theatre was an impossible task due to the mass of people also looking for a cab, so they had no choice but to walk the eight blocks to the club.
"Hey guys," Sarah said, looking at Alyse and Gina as they walked. "Um…have any of you been to this Underground place before?"
Gina looked puzzled, "Sure, didn't you come with us?"
"I'm pretty sure I'd remember a club called 'The Underground'," she replied, winking at Jareth, while sliding her arm around his waist under his coat.
"Ohhh…it is really neat. We should definitely hang out there more often. The upper level is a coffee-house, diner sort of place that serves breakfast all day…." said Alyse, licking her lips at the thought of coffee and some food.
"Yeah, every college student's favorite wish – an all night diner and dance club! " replied Gina. "And you should see the club level in the basement. It is so cool! To get to the dance area, you go down this great stone staircase and have to get through a maze first."
Jareth and Sarah looked at each other, both pretty sure the other was thinking the same thing. Whoever created this place either had been to the real Underground, or had heard of it somehow.
"And they change the maze every week, so it is always a different pattern. They make it hard to cheat because they only let two people into the maze at a time," interrupted Alyse, "last time I got lost in the maze for nearly an hour before I was able to follow someone out."
As the girls took off in front of them, Sarah pinned Jareth with a stern look, "Did you do this?"
"Honestly, Sarah. I have never heard of this place before, but it has to be the brainchild of someone with some knowledge of my world. Possibly an Underworld expatriot of some sort. And you did catch what Scott said."
"Of course I did, it was kinda hard to miss. Did you recognize him?" Sarah asked, unsure if she liked this turn of events.
"He seemed vaguely Fae to me, but I didn't see a specific magical signature around him," came Jareth's thoughtful reply. "Besides Sarah, you are the Champion of the Labyrinth, a little maze shouldn't worry you any," he said with a sly wink.
"Yes, well, I suppose if I can beat the Goblin King at his own game, this place should be a piece of cake," she quipped, digging him playfully in the ribs when glared at her. "Hmm…speaking of cake, I hope they have a good chocolate cake, I'm starving."
Tickling her hip suggestively with his free hand, Jareth looked at her, his eyes failing to hide the lust he felt for her. "And I still want a rematch."
Reaching the club, they were waved upstairs to the coffee house by the rest of the floor show crew, who had amassed a large group of tables and booths in the back of the restaurant. Heading for the empty seats, they found that they were one short.
"Hang on darlings, we'll get the staff to bring another chair," drawled Scott, who seemed to still be in Frank'n'Furter mode, and was playing hostess for the party of players.
Jareth sat down, pulling Sarah down onto his lap and firmly pinning her in place with his arms. "That's okay Scott, Sarah and I can share," he said, his eyes shining with impish glee at the shocked look on Sarah's face.
Trying to act like it was the most normal thing in the world to be sitting on the Goblin King's lap in a restaurant, Sarah fought back the urge to get up, knowing that making a scene would make matters worse. Instead, she wriggled a bit to get comfortable.
Jareth's hands tightened their grip on her hips, as he growled low near her ear, "Careful pet, you don't know how close you already came to getting transported to my chambers to be screwed senseless. Keep wriggling like a tart and I swear to you, I will do it next time."
Sarah moaned softly at the very thought, then shook her head to get a hold of herself, mumbling, "I can't help it. You have a leather coat on, I'm wearing this silly dress and it's cold in here."
Without a word, Jareth shrugged out of his coat and draped it around Sarah, as the group began passing around menus, the coat wrapping over her shoulders and hanging over her stocking clad legs.
Once the group had thoroughly confused the poor waitress with orders for twenty-some people, general chaos ensued as people held shouted conversations up and down the table. Sarah chatted animatedly with Alyse and Gina who sat on her right and a couple across the table from them. Jareth didn't feel left out; on the contrary, he had all he wanted at the moment, Sarah in his lap.
Sarah fought back a gasp when she was in the middle of talking to the couple across the table from her, as she felt a warm hand sliding up under her skirt, teasing along her inner thigh. Biting her lip, she turned her head toward Jareth as his fingers found her knickers for the second time that night, gently caressing the satin.
"What…. are you doing?" she hissed, as she inclined her head toward his, her face flushing crimson at his touch.
Jareth smiled at her, his lips curved in a mischevious smirk. "Would you believe my hand is cold?"
"Um…no….I wouldn't," she retorted in hushed tones, clamping her thighs together tightly in a vain attempt to still the movements of his fingers, "Your fingers feel pretty damn warm to me."
With a low snarl, Jareth leaned up and flicked his tongue over her lips. "And you feel pretty damn hot to me," he retorted, his fingers pressing against her harder, making her shift on his lap, "and wet," he whispered against her cheek as his lips brushed her skin.
Sarah hid her face against his neck, gasping at the sensation, she pleaded in a whisper, "Please, Jareth….you have to stop. I don't think I could stand it, not here."
"Yo Jer!" shouted, Gina from where she was chatting with someone on the other end of the table, "Will you two get a room already?"
The crowd around them laughed good-naturedly, while Sarah blushed furiously and tried desperately to hide her face.
Lifting his head to face Gina's direction, Jareth cocked an aristocratic eyebrow as he drawled in clipped tones, "I tried that earlier tonight and you insisted on interrupting us anyway. I figured we might have more luck surrounded by people this time."
Then he lowered his head to capture Sarah's lips, teasing them gently this time, his lips dancing lightly across hers while his tongue flickered over them, as if begging entry. Unable to help herself, Sarah pressed closer toward his chest, her lips parted, allowing him access, which he gladly took. He felt Sarah tense in his arms as the people around them cheered loudly, so he pulled his head back, allowing her to hide her burning face against his neck, never ceasing the slow, tantalizing caress of his fingers along her inner thighs.
Sarah was relieved when the waitresses showed up at the moment and began passing out orders of pancakes, pies, omlettes, cheeseburgers and cake.
The waitress leaned over Sarah and Jareth, handing them two large mugs of coffee and placing a huge slice of chocolate cake covered in melted fudge sauce in front of them.
"What in the Underground is that?" asked Jareth, unable to take his eyes off the volcano of chocolate and fudge in front of them.
With a slight smirk, Sarah looked at him, her emerald eyes flashing merrily, "It is called 'Better than Sex Chocolate Cake' I thought it was an appropriate choice."
Jareth's fingers grazed against the satin of Sarah's knickers once more as he purred seductively, "My precious pet, believe me when I tell you that after tonight, you will know without a doubt that this cake is incorrectly named."
Laughing, Sarah scooped up some of the icing and fudge on a manicured finger and held it to Jareth's lips, as he went to take her finger in his mouth, she laughed, pulling it away and sticking it in her own mouth. Jareth watched, his heart pounding as she slid the finger deep into her mouth, her cheeks pulling in as she sucked the chocolate off her finger.
"I don't know," she whispered, her voice raspy with her own need, "it is pretty good cake. How can you be sure you can top it if you don't try it?"
"Oh, I'll try it, but you're going to have to get the rest of that slice to go," he said "In fact, we'll add another two slices. I rather like the idea of indulging in some decadent chocolate after indulging myself in doing decadent things to you."