Disclaimer: I don't own Labyrinth or the characters, but I'd happily snog Jareth senseless given half a chance.

Warning: Mature content – in fact, this chapter is pretty much all lemons. :)

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Science Fiction- Double 'Fae'ture

Ch. 9 Rose Tint My World

Considering the things she had just found out about Jareth's family, Sarah was having a difficult time battling her natural curiosity.

"Just tell me one thing Goblin King," she asked, as they walked outside, "are you the black sheep of the family or something."

Jareth laughed and nodded, thinking that was just like his Sarah. She finds out his family line and her most pressing question is this.

"Most perceptive precious. And as the black sheep, I have a reputation to uphold, which is why I have every intention of holding you to the promise you made earlier. Right now in fact," he purred, his voice low as he wrapped his arms around her.

"Do me a favor first…" Sarah sighed as she settled comfortably into his embrace.

"Anything you ask, precious."

"Lose the lipstick V on your forehead, it is really hard to take your sexual prowess seriously with that thing there," she giggled.

Fixing Sarah with a mock frown, Jareth waved his hand and the mark on his forehead vanished. "Careful pet, with a wave of my hand I could make more than that silly mark vanish, like your dress, perhaps."

Before she could protest, his lips sought hers insistently, their warmth making her quiver as his arms drew her tighter against his chest. He could feel her heart begin to race, as a soft sigh escaped her lips, trapped by his own.

Sarah leaned into the kiss, wrapping her arms around him under the long jacket and basking in his warmth and strength. She was so wrapped up in the feel of him against her and the teasing of his lips, that she failed to notice the world spin out of focus around them. It wasn't until Jareth broke the kiss and stepped back that her eyes were able to refocus that she realized they were no longer standing on the street, but in a bedroom she didn't recognize. Taking a quick mental inventory of the room, the dark masculine furnishings of heavy wood, accented with deep burgundy and black brocade, she felt sure the room belonged to him and unless she was greatly mistaken, they were in his castle.

"The castle beyond the Goblin City," she breathed, as her heart raced.

"Well, considering that we've been interrupted by your friends as well as Puck, it seemed to be the only place where we might finally be left alone. It was either this or an oubliette, and quite frankly my love, this is one night I want you to remember, as I know I will, so an oubliette didn't seem appropriate," he replied, his eyes glinting with wicked intent as he slid the leather jacket from his shoulders, tossing it over a nearby chair.

"I sent word ahead to the goblins to stay out of the east wing of the castle. And I swear by all that is sacred, the next creature who interrupts us tonight will get bogged, with weights tied to their feet so they don't surface for at least a fortnight."

He advanced on Sarah, plucking the container of cake from her hands and sitting it on the table.

"But the cake…" Sarah started to protest.

Jareth silenced her protest with his lips, breaking the kiss only to whisper seductively, "Hush precious, you'll get your cake, if only so that you know that what follows is infinitely better. However I would hate to get anything on this most fetching dress, as I've become rather fond of it and plan to have you wearing it again at some point, if only so I can have the fun of getting you out of it."

He returned to kissing her, his kisses fluttering from her lips, to her ear, making her whimper as he licked her earlobe. While his lips were busy teasing her, his fingers were busy unlacing the corset top of her dress, tugging sharply at the laces with practiced skill. In no time he had the laces pulled free, his hands reaching beneath the short skirt, caressing up her thighs, to her hips, then up her sides as he pulled the dress over her head, leaving her in the ruffled knickers and stockings.

Sarah shivered and blushed again as he freed her from the dress. Seeing him looking at her as if memorizing every curve, she moved to draw her arms up to cover herself. Gently, Jareth reached out, trapping her hands in his and stopping their progress.

He shook his head at her, his voice rumbling low from his chest, "No, pet. You have teased me long enough, I will look at you now until I have my fill." Jareth pulled her hands downward, placing them on his hips, then he lightly trailed his hands along her side, over her stomach and up through the valley of her breasts, watching her body quiver as he touched her. "And then I will have you repeatedly until I have had my fill…how does eternity sound?" he purred.

Sarah merely moaned, so anxious to touch him, his comment didn't even register.

Summoning all of her courage since she was the one who threw down this particular gauntlet and declared their long running game of unrequited lust finished tonight, she tugged at the silk shirt he wore, pulling it free of the leather pants with relative ease. The gasp he gave as she leaned in and licked the base of his throat, told her she had surprised him with her actions.

Her fingers worked to free what few buttons had been fastened on the shirt. When the buttons were freed, her hands glided slowly over his chest, as she had wanted to do for years. His chest was a smooth and taut as it looked, and she smiled mischievously as he groaned from her caress. As she pushed the silk over his shoulders and down his arms, to fall in a heap at their feet, Sarah peppered his chest with light kisses, while dragging her nails down his back. Her face fell when he wrested her away from him.

"Don't go getting ahead of yourself, precious," he purred, his voice hoarse and intense. "You did want cake."

Jareth picked her up, cupping her ass as she twined her legs once more around his waist. The feeling of her wrapped around his body reduced his resolve to dust.

"Cake be damned," he growled, pressing her suddenly against the tapestry that covered the wall near them, rocking his hips against her, as he imprisoned her lips. His hungry lips devoured hers, as his tongue dipped into her mouth, dancing against hers as if to taste her lust.

Sarah relaxed in his embrace, her heart racing as she snaked her arms around his neck. Running her hand up his neck, she thrust it into his hair taking a generous handful, before forcefully pulling his head back, breaking the kiss. She leaned toward him, her fine teeth nipping at his earlobe.

"Cake. What cake?" she breathed, her voice barely audible as she panted and bit the sensitive ridge of his ear, making him groan louder, crushing her to him. Hearing his reaction she wriggled her hips against him, relishing the feel of the leather and his skin against her inner thighs, her back arching against the smooth silk of the tapestry.

Seeing her arch like a cat in heat, Jareth couldn't resist teasing the pert nipples that now taunted him, rubbing against his chest as she wiggled wantonly against him.

"Minx," he snarled as his lips ensnared the first bud, his tongue flicking the tip rapidly as she gasped and mewed in response.

Unable to reach his neck any longer, Sarah leaned her head back against the wall, her emerald eyes slipping closed as she abandoned herself to the sensations he was inflicting up on her. Her mouth open, she gasped and whimpered as he worried the tender buds. Each flick of his tongue made her belly quiver, begging for more.

With a low growl, Jareth tightened his grip on her and pulled her from the wall, his sure steps carrying them toward the bed. Placing her in the middle of the large bed, he leaned down, plucking her shoes from her feet and dropping them to the side. He watched her face as he slid his fingers from her ankles to her thighs, the pads of his fingers dancing over her creamy flesh, making her body throb for him.

Sarah moaned, trying desperately not to squirm under his caress and failing miserably. Every touch of his fingers electrified her skin and further ignited the flames that burned within her. When he reached the tops of her stockings and unclipped them, the sensation of his hands dragging them from her legs made her shiver.

She watched him silently as he leaned over her, hooking his fingers in the top of her knickers. Sarah gasped softly as he looked at her, as his fingers easing the flimsy satin down her body, before dropping it with her shoes. As he stood up, she laid back, unable to keep herself from blushing knowing she was completely exposed to him, after taunting and teasing him for years.

His dark eyes roved over her body, drinking in the sight of her naked in his bed – something he had craved for more years than he could count. Only one thing truly separated him from her.

As Jareth's hands went to the top of his leather jeans, he watched with an amused smirk as she shut her eyes tightly, a crimson flush creeping upward from her breasts to her forehead. If she had been anyone else, he might have been insulted, but with her, he found it endearing. When he had divested himself of the cumbersome jeans (and while thinking his usual breeches were infinitely more practical), he crawled up the bed toward her.

Sarah fought hard to keep breathing, as he laid down next to her, pulling her close to him. The heat of his body against hers was almost unbearable as it seemed to sear her skin. Sarah's breath caught in her throat as she felt his lips caressing along her jaw line, before teasing over hers. She whimpered against his kiss, feeling his hand trailing over her chest, teasing the sensitive nipples once more before slowly dancing down her body, to slide easily along the slick folds.

Without willing it, her body arched upward at his touch, feeling the desire build inside her. She moaned softly, his mouth moving to bite her neck as he caressed her intimately, gasping sharply as he found the seat of pleasure and rubbed firmly, driving her more quickly than she had ever experienced to the peak.

"Sarah, look at me," he said quietly, his voice hoarse with need.

Panting and gasping for air at the torturous sensations he was driving in her, she looked at him, her green eyes dark, her hands twisting restlessly in her hair.

"Say it, precious. Tell me what you want," he drawled, his eyes darkening as he fought to restrain himself.

Sarah moaned low, her body twisting under his touch. "I need you," she whimpered, her eyes locked to his.

Feeling Sarah's breath falter and her body tremble, he moved, kneeling up between her knees, his fingers never ceasing their firm caress. Jareth gazed down at her as she writhed on his bed. His own body was screaming with need, but timing was everything. He watched her intently, reading her breathing and movements as he waited, his fingers pushing her harder. Then, as she started to shudder violently, he moved forward with one quick thrust, as the fire inside her exploded. Her eyes opened wide as she cried out, unsure what was more intense, the pain of her core being pierced or the pleasure rippling through her body.

Jareth growled at the feeling of her trembling around him, fighting the overwhelming urge to ravish her with every ounce of his being. Leaning forward, he pinned her beneath him, watching her face as the last of her release faded from her, and only then did he move once more.

With a groan, he sunk his teeth into her neck, making her gasp, her legs wrapping around him. Unable to hold back any longer, he found his rhythm, Sarah moving with him and matching his pace, both gasping as the pressure built.

Through her panting Sarah watched him, rising up above her as he arched forward, her hips thrust against his; the culmination of years of fantasies, in one moment, his hair wild, and his eyes dark in their intensity. Hearing him growl as his pace increased, her own body giving way before him, as she cried out once more, her body quivering in surrender, driving him over the top, her name falling repeatedly from his lips.

Wrapping her in his arms, they stayed still, listening to the rapid heartbeat of the other, as they fought to tame their breathing. When their breathing had slowed, Jareth tugged the blankets around them, settling her against his chest. With a flourish of his hand, the container of cake appeared next to them.

"Now, we can eat the cake," he said with a smirk.

"And if I still think it is aptly named and better than sex?" she asked, a cheeky smile flickering over her flushed face.

Jareth looked at her, his sharp teeth framed by a feral smile, "Then we'll just have to keep trying until you change your mind, pet."

At that moment, a knock was heard on the door and a group of squeaky voices could be heard arguing from the other side – "Kingy said disturb him? You sure? Yup! Said lady was here! I smell chocolate! Kingy shares chocolate, that why we disturb him!"

With a low snarl, Jareth hurled a crystal at the door, where it popped, resulting in a cacophony of squeals, as if they were flying into the distance.

"You bogged them didn't you?" Sarah asked with a giggle, her eyes shining with amusement.

"They had fair warning," he grumbled, drawing his finger through the chocolate on the cake, before holding it to Sarah's lips, moaning as she sucked the chocolate from his finger eagerly.

"Besides, it is time for their annual bath. They should be back from the bog in three days. Until then, I have some cake to sample and some more decadent things to indulge in. The most important one being you, my precious one."