Jareth watched Sarah sleep peacefully in his arms. Even now, he wanted her, the blood lust flaring to life within him. He'd thought it a myth that old Fae told their young, a meaningless tale of hope and forever. But now he believed in it with his entire heart. She loved him, she had said so and he smiled to himself as he recalled words he'd used with her before...what's said is said. She could not take it back, he would not allow it. He only hoped she wouldn't want to take it back when she came out of the blood lust and saw how desperately he needed her.
He'd never needed anyone before - it was maddening and frightening and he wasn't sure he liked the helpless feeling he had when she walked into a room. Like she'd take from him endlessly and make him want to give her even more. Like she owned his very soul and knew it. Truth be told, he would be her slave whether she accepted him or not. He loved her and that was never going to change. He watched her, gently stroking her hair as he made a silent vow to protect her from any who would dare think to harm her.
When she claimed her kingdom, there were those who would not like it, a human girl turning Fae and claiming such a huge part of the Under Ground. His thoughts drifted to Penelope. She could become a threat if given the chance. Although they had never formally been betrothed, she had been the only woman he'd bothered to court in his younger years, mostly out of boredom. He'd had no need of companionship and after two weeks of spending time with her, he'd been certain that women were a waste of time. Damn, how he hated the fact he'd courted the harpy, she had never had an ounce of intelligence in her and his parents had thought it funny to get them together, however briefly. His parents had a cruel streak.
Sarah stirred, opening her eyes slowly to smile up at him with such a look of devotion that he thought he'd never let her out of his bed. His heart burst open again, filling itself with her warmth even as he swore to love her forever. His yearning for her was almost a tangible web of lust and he wanted to feel her lips on his once more, feel her shudder with need beneath him. He leaned down to kiss her, just a slow, chaste kiss that caused them both to moan breathlessly into each other's mouths. Shallow, fast breathing filled the air as they struggled to get closer to the other, legs over legs, arms locked around each other's sweat slicked bodies. A simple kiss quickly turned into a raging need, the scent of sex and magic mingling throughout the room, caressing them like a third lover.
"I want to be inside of you now, Sarah," he hissed, rubbing against her as if he would die without her touch. "I want to hear you scream my name again." She opened her legs for him, reaching down to guide him inside of her body, sighing as he entered her. They began to move, slowly at first - so very slowly, staring into each other's eyes. He buried himself within her heat, pushing farther inside as he stretched her inner muscles, watching as she flung her head back in bliss. She rocked her hips faster, daring him to keep up with her new pace and he growled. She was laughing, hooking her legs around his waist, holding him to her as he bit her throat.
"Mine," he said hoarsely, pulling almost all the way out to slam into her again. She drew in a harsh breath, loving the feel of him inside of her, needing more. "You've always been mine and I've waited so very long for you, my love."
"Then don't wait anymore, Jareth," Sarah panted. "Please don't wait anymore." Her thighs parted even more, and she grabbed his head, pulling him into a frenzied kiss. He swallowed her soul in that kiss, and gave her his. A million crazed thoughts flew through his fevered mind. He was going to lose his sanity and find his destiny, over and over again this night. He would have her until she cried for mercy and then he would have her again. She would never run from him again, she was his.
His hands slid over her body, learning each new sensitive spot that made her writhe beneath his touch. He let his fingers caress her nipple, loving the way it pebbled at his touch, her breast pushing towards his hand for more delicious torment.
Their movements became frantic, hot, wild. Her nails raked his shoulders roughly, drawing blood and she hissed in satisfaction. He knew that she was marking him so that all would know he was hers. It was the way of the blood lust. She would kill anyone who came near him and all would know it by the way she claimed him now. He bit her shoulder, lapping at the bite marks piercing her flesh and she moaned loudly, driving him insane with need.
As they climaxed together, a brilliant multi colored light burst over their bodies and Sarah shielded her eyes from the glare. She panted, catching her breath, then smiled at Jareth.
"Did you do that?" she asked. He grinned.
"We did that, we've bonded."
"Why yes you did," a new voice said, from the shadows. Rinna appeared before them, shaking her head and sighing at the sight of them in bed. Really, they had no sense of timing. First the challenges, then the courting, then the sex. Everything nice and tidy. Except she was talking about Jareth and Sarah and life was never going to be orderly again with these two running things in the Goblin City.
"What the hell are you doing in here?" Sarah asked, before she realized who she was yelling at. She took a pillow and covered her face, as if her own mother had walked in on them having sex.
"I ask for so little," Rinna continued as if Sarah had not spoken. "Fear me, love me and do as I say."
"And you'll be my slave?" Sarah asked from beneath the pillow. Jareth rolled his eyes, shaking his head at her sarcasm.
"No, that last part is something Jareth likes to add on to sound enticing," Rinna said wryly. Sarah popped her head out from behind the pillow to glare at Jareth. He gave her an innocent smile and she resisted the urge to hit him.
"Just how many times have you used that line anyway? And you apparently stole it from Rinna," she pouted.
"Never you mind, Princess. I think Rinna isn't through scolding us yet."
"You do realize the two of you caused a scene at the reception. Penelope is still complaining to anyone who will listen that Sarah has kidnapped her fiance, the mighty Goblin King." Rinna was trying to look stern but these two children were an amusement she was learning to enjoy.
"Kidnapped him? He threw me over his shoulder like some caveman and dragged me back to tie me up and well never mind," Sarah said, pulling the blankets up around her body. Jareth was silently laughing next to her, his body convulsing in waves of mirth. She did smack his head this time and glared, arms folded across her chest.
"Stop laughing," Sarah ordered and he smirked at her, reaching under the blanket to pinch her bottom. She yelped and kicked him soundly.
"If the two of you are quite through, I did not come to watch you assault each other," Rinna said pointedly. They mumbled apologies and waited for her to explain her visit to Jareth's bedroom.
"There are rules in this world, even for royals. Sarah must formally accept the challenge to become Queen of Wishes. Once those are completed, then she may claim her king."
"She's already claimed me. At least four times thus far, but the night is still young," Jareth said smugly.
"Do you realize that each time you two - claim each other - a great deal of magic is released? The wedding guests are all feeling quite friendly with each other now and I'm certain at least a few of them will wake up tomorrow wondering how they ended up with someone naked in their bed."
Jareth laughed loudly at that and this time Sarah rolled her eyes.
"We apologize, Rinna. What do I have to do to start the challenges?"
"Get dressed. Come back to the reception. Announce your decision and win your challenges. Then get married if you wish. Once you are properly mated, the magic will be contained within you and not out flooding the Under Ground. Then you can claim Jareth. "
"Again," Jareth said helpfully. Rinna glared, trying not to laugh.
"You are incorrigible," she sputtered.
"I come by it honestly, Grandmother," he said calmly. Sarah mouthed the word Grandmother and hid her face under the pillow again. It was going to be a long night.
JSJSJS
The music from the reception made Sarah smile, what would be playing when she married Jareth? They'd come back and apologized to Morgan and Genevieve who of course thought the entire thing was hysterical. Jareth had then gone off to find his parents for their announcement after the newly married couple gave their blessing.
"A glorious day," Genevieve beamed at Sarah, "a new husband and soon, a new sister."
"I'm so sorry I was rude to you earlier, I thought you and Jareth," Sarah could not continue, she was still so embarassed. Genevieve grinned.
"No need to apologize, I would want to kill any woman who came too near Morgan," the new bride giggled.
Sarah laughed, "It's funny but I feel the same way about Jareth," Sarah admitted. "And before tonight, I had no idea he loved me."
"Ah but we did," Morgan cut in, smiling. "You have been all he has talked about for years. 'Sarah is so beautful, Sarah is smarter than any other woman I've ever met' it just was never ending." He grinned at Sarah's blush. "And he did not do you justice, for you are as mysterious as the very moon that smiles down upon us."
"Wow, I'm glad to see that Jareth is not the only smooth talker in the family," Sarah laughed. "Gevevieve you are very fortunate to have such a gallant husband."
"Why thank you, sweet Sarah," Genevieve curtsied. "I rather like him as well."
Penelope watched Sarah talking with Genevieve. They seemed happy about something. But where was Jareth? She needed to find him and make sure he understood that he was allowed his dalliances, but he would have to be discrete once they were wed. Sarah was pretty enough for a concubine, Penelope mused, but she would not be welcome at Court. She idly thought of which of the men she was - entertaining - she'd convince Jareth to have as courtiers, A queen needed comfort did she not?
Jareth had appeared, followed by his parents. They headed to the front of the room, where a huge picture window displayed the night sky and all it's splendor. Penelope hated this castle beyond the Goblin City, She hated the Goblin City. But she loved power and the eldest son of the High King had power. So it was only right that she have Jareth, Who else deserved such a prize?
The High King was speaking. "Honored guests, we are truly blessed. Not only have we gained the fair Genevieve into our family, but the legend has come true. The Queen of Wishes has come to take her place with us. She will complete three challenges and then claim her king. It is an exciting time."
Penelope watched, as Jareth held out a hand to Sarah. What exactly was happening?
"Sarah Williams, daughter of the Above Ground - the Labyrinth has chosen you to be Queen of Wishes. I have chosen you to be queen of my heart. What say you?" The look of complete adoration sickened Penelope. Jareth was trying to make her jealous and it was working.
"I accept the challenges for my kingdom and my king," Sarah said, gazing up at the enchanted Goblin King. "I pledge my life and my heart to him always."
"Stop this," Penelope shouted. "This farce goes beyond the pale! Jareth, announce our engagement this instant."
"Penelope, you have been drinking too much goblin ale," Jareth laughed and the other wedding guests laughed too. "Sarah is my heart and I will have no other."
"You lie - we have a marriage contract signed by your father and my own!"
"Which was voided the instant I found you in bed with three dwarves and one highly drunk centaur." Jareth turned to the wedding guests. "Raise a glass to my beloved Sarah. Once she is Queen of Wishes, she will occupy the rosy gold palace beyond my city and begin to add to her own legend. And someday be my queen."
Jareth kissed Sarah with all the love he carried for her and Penelope glared at them. She would kill this little human child for daring to think she could take what belonged to Penelope. The woman stalked off to plot her revenge.
"Shall we dance?" Jareth asked Sarah, spinning her into his arms.
"But of course, my love, you do after all have power over me." She leaned in to whisper, "Though I did enjoy you chained to to the wall. I may have to try that again."
"Then I must tie you to my bed again, dearest love - I have many more crystals to use upon your naked flesh."
Sarah grinned, teeth just a tiny bit sharper than they'd been when she'd arrived. "Deal."