An: Adult themes

Sarah rested the back of her head on her closed door. Her fingers were slightly shaking from her restraint. Don't open the door, Sarah. Leave it closed. It took some restraint, but she pushed herself from the door. She noticed a lump on her bed which frightened her. Had somebody broken into her room? She eased closer trying to be quiet, but the dress made it impossible. Very quickly, the lump jumped from the bed only half awake.

"Sarah!" Audra slurred slightly wobbly as she eyed the woman before her. "You woke me up."

Sarah laughed. "Well, sleepy, you are in my bed. What are you doing in here any way?" The false eyelashes were heavy while she looked down. Ugh, this whole outfit had grown annoying.

Audra wiped her eyes. "I'm s'post to help you get undressed. I didn't realize you guys would be back this late."

Was it really that late? Some how, even though Sarah didn't know the Underground time quite yet, she knew it was late. Quite late. "I would love for you to help me. I was afraid I was going to have to do it myself." Relief swept through her. All she had to work with if Audra wasn't there was a mirror. That of which Jareth had been nice enough to install while Sarah was baby sitting the children.

Soon, Audra had Sarah out of the dress. Her hair accessories and Jareth's necklace laid on the vanity's shelf. Sarah learned to breathe again as she threw on some lite clothes. She had decided to leave the bra and panties out of her ensemble considering she was only going to sleep.

She turned to ask Audra a question and found her passed out once again on her bed. Guess I'll just crawl in with her. As she neared the bed her eyes grew heavy, but a gurgling sound filled her ears. Her hand clinched her stomach. Ugh, hunger. She thought about waking Audra, but the poor goblin had already resorted to snoring. So, unsure of how she was going to find the kitchen, Sarah ventured for the stairs. Well, come on, feet.

Soon, she faced the dark corridors of the stairs. "You will not get me this time." She stamped her foot then took a step forward. The stairs shifted causing her to wobble. "I am going to the kitchen and there is nothing you can do about it." Her voice echoed in the shadows. Kitchen, kitchen, kitchen… "I don't understand why you stairs can't be as simple as you were the very first time I walked on you." She couldn't believe she was conversing with stairs. "You were just simple flights of stairs, and now you're all crazy." Then an image of Jareth and Toby as child popped into her mind. Jareth was walking upside down on these stairs and Toby always seemed so far away.

No, you were even crazier the first time I met you, stairs. She took a few more steps while within the depths of her mind before coming back to her body. The kitchen was before her, cleaner than the last time she had left it. "I'm here." She spoke, shocked. Now, all she had to do was figure out how she was going to get back to her room. She went to the closet—hanging food. She knew what she was searching for, but saw a plastic bag of seasoning first. Her heart stopped as she remembered the pain that had ensued the last time she ventured to try such a means, but then she remembered the joy she had received moments before the pain.

That had been wonderful, exquisite. She did the procedure to get the bag down and it was open in her hands. She took a smell and remembered how all worries would melt away with just a scent of it. Every trouble, would vanish. Jareth, wouldn't be there mocking her. Karen wouldn't be there barking at her. It would all go away.

She could make it go away. All it would take is one big whiff and pure pleasure before death. She was sure she could bypass the pain if she did a large enough dose this time. All she had to do was…

But she closed the bag and dropped to the floor. She didn't know how to hang it back up, but she wasn't doing that kind of thing anymore. As Jareth said, she was too strong to resort to easy methods of escape. Sarah needed to learn how to face her problems, and deal with them.

After all, she was almost twenty years-old.

She returned to searching for the strange fruit Flogray—who still hadn't been talking to her—had made her try. Sarah was delighted when her eyes witnessed it. She immediately sat down to engorge herself.

She left the kitchen feeling quite awake once she had finished her snack, which was quite annoying. Then, she thought of someplace else she would like to go, but hadn't visited yet in the castle.

The ballroom.

She was standing before the stairs again. She sighed feeling quite stupid when she spoke. "The ballroom." Then she was walking again. Not too long later she felt as though she was being pulled in a specific direction within the staircase. She let it take her, never question the magic of the castle, just let it happen.

She was standing within a very dark room, but that's expected in the late hours of the evening. When she finally released her breath the sound exploded in her ears. She almost felt as though she had taken another bite of one of Jareth's peaches. She could see masked people, dancing outfits, him. Sarah felt fifteen again as she spun in the large, empty room. There were no decorations now, just vast emptiness (aside from a table and two chairs in the very center), but Sarah imagined it in all its glory.

She soon wore herself into heat, and that wasn't comfortable. Her skin prickled with the feeling of coolness. She turned to see yet another balcony. What is it with castles and these?

Sarah stepped onto the balcony feeling the cool breeze again. It was like a sigh from the moon…Or from her, possibly both. She wasn't hot, but just the fresh air was enough to calm her nerves. She leaned on the railing thinking about the night's events. Jareth's face flashed in her mind. Her eyes closed then opened just as quickly when the sensation of his hands tingled on her skin.

She looked at the world below her. The labyrinth reached out before her, stretching in all directions with puzzling patterns. Creatures loomed overhead cawing in aggregating tongues. Stars dotted the skies like paint had dripped the wrong way. Do I want to leave this? It was a hard question with a difficult answer. There wasn't a no, but there wasn't a yes either. There was so much back home, right? There was her family, her…friends? She didn't really have friends on the Aboveground. Sure, she had those people she told stuff to and laughed with, but they were more like acquaintances compared with her friends in the Underground.

She began to feel chill and gave the night sky one last, longing look. Then a thought struck her. It was a sad little thought that started small, but grew intensely. What if she didn't have a choice? What if Jareth wanted her to go—to get rid of her? She let a shudder crawl up her spine with poison fangs. They dipped into her skin where Jareth had kissed. It ached.

Her hand shot to the spot covering it. An onlooker may have thought she was desperately searching the ground for a contact in the way her eyes focused. The fur lining above her brown orbs drew together while her hand lingered on that little prick, suppressing the pain inside. The ground wasn't what Sarah was looking at, but the smile of a Goblin King with cruel mismatched eyes. Funny, she thought, he had once told me I had cruel eyes. She took a breath of cool air to satisfy the emptiness that had suddenly hollowed her out.

She cursed as she stepped back into the darkened ballroom. She was not attached to that despicable, arrogant, pig-headed, pain-in-the-ass, manipulative, jerk-of-a—

"Sarah?" A disheveled, rough voice said into the darkness of the ballroom. Sarah jumped slightly, but then she saw Jareth's form slumped in one of two chairs in that too large of a room. "I thought you would be sleeping." His voice was more controlled.

She smiled, though she wasn't sure if he could tell in the darkness. "I was hungry."

"Do you need help finding the kitchen?" He was about to stand when she waved him off.

"No, no." Her smile grew with triumph, "I figured out the secret to the stairs. I don't understand why one of your little goblins couldn't just tell me you had to think about the place you wanted to go and the stairs took you there." She had taken on an annoyed tone.

Jareth laughed an actual unmasked laugh. "Oh, Sarah, then you wouldn't have anything to occupy your sleepless nights."

Sarah rolled her eyes taking the seat across from Jareth. "How you annoy me." She sighed. "What are you doing here?"

Jareth looked startled for a moment and decided to light the candle on the table between them. "I came…" He trailed off and looked away from her. His eyes shifted across the dimly lit room, not seeing the room, but a memory. "I just wanted to recall something." His eyes found hers, the dim shadows making her look profoundly tired.

Her face held no emotions. "This was where it happened?"

Jareth smirked. "Where what happened, dear Sarah?" He leaned back, making his appearance seem more casual, as if this were a meeting of old friends and not enemies.

"Don't play games, Jareth," said Sarah very coolly, "it is much too late for that." She leaned back too, taking on an almost mirror pose of Jareth.

"Oh? I don't think its ever too late for games." He held his hand above the flame in an odd fascination.

"You were dressed in blue the last time I saw you in this room and I…" She recalled that huge, ridiculous dress and her hair, oh, her hair.

"You were very beautiful and young." Jareth sighed at the candle blowing it out. They sat in the darkness as he made no attempt to relight it.

"So, you do remember." Her voice was quiet with a little fear.

"Naturally, I remember Sarah." He laughed inside his thoughts. How could I forget?

"Were you really going to turn him Jareth? Into a Goblin, I mean." Him was the little brother Sarah had left behind when she had wished herself to the Underground. She had always wondered the answer to this question and when the Goblin King was silent she began to fidget in her seat. She had asked the wrong question. Things were going fine between them and look, she goes and screws it up.

Then he was in front of her, with an outstretched hand. "Dance with me Sarah."

She eyed his hand letting her vision trail up his arm, across his shoulder and to that murky face of the one who held her in his whims. "But, we've danced all evening." She whispered as she placed her hand in his. He swept her up in a smooth fashion in which she found herself entranced.

"You are correct." He murmured pulling her against his shoulder. "But, we've not danced in this room, for a long time."

She took in the smell of his wild hair feeling the tips of it graze her cheek. They spun slowly in a dizzying manner that almost made Sarah feel like she was high again. His hands, so tight around her. His breath, constant on her neck. No, this was better than any sort of high she could imagine.

"Jareth," her voice was slurred, "are you hypnotizing me? Can fae do that?" She placed her forehead on his shoulder in hopes she wouldn't pass out. The spinning ceased and Jareth pulled her body away from him.

"You're just tired. I'll take you back to your bedroom."

Before she could stop herself, her mouth erupted. "No!"

They both looked at each other cautiously, guarded expressions falling into place. I want to see you more. Was something Sarah wanted to add, but knew she couldn't say that out loud. Jareth had taught her a long time ago to be careful what she wished for.

Then his masked softened, his hand moving to her cheek. Her cold, red cheek. There was a struggling within his eyes. The moon kissed the hollows there under his pupils giving him a monster-ish glow, but Sarah wasn't scared of appearances. Sarah didn't move despite the ramming of her chest and the emptiness of her breath. She barely trembled when Jareth's fingers slid from her cheek and over her lips. Her eyes were locked on his, a question formed between them that neither of them asked.

But you don't ask this type of question. Not in a situation such as theirs. And so, Jareth's fingers slid behind her head, caressing her ear. He began to lean in, Sarah still, was unmoving. Her eyes closed slightly, light still peeking in. She felt Jareth's release of air across her face softly. Slowly, his other hand left her waist and moved her bangs to the side.

Sarah opened her eyes just in time to see the Goblin King smile before planting his mouth on hers. And, even though she was watching this, she still gasped at the electricity that coursed through her veins at his touch. Her hands reached for him, closer, they screamed. Of course, she listened, gripping the outings of his poet's shirt and angling her head just a little.

A diminutive sigh rolled through the room, then all the sensations changed. Sarah's back was against something, but her mind didn't care to process it. All she knew was the point of gravity was now pulling at her from a different angle, and Jareth was on top of her. Gravity was her friend and she just wanted to thank it.

Jareth slid his hand down her sides pulling at that disgusting top until his fingers touched bare skin. Sarah inhaled sharply. Oh, this feeling, yes, it was far better than being high. In fact, it was the best high she had ever experienced. She couldn't stop. All it took was the first kiss and now she was addicted to this man before her. She wanted to tell him to kiss her more, touch her more, and do other things.

Jareth let his face leave hers. His lungs were begging to explode, but the rest of his body didn't think anything was enough. No, not for his Sarah. His tongue licked the base of her neck releasing a small moan that had obliviously been hiding there, for Sarah let it go quite quickly.

"Jareth" She breathed, keeping her eyes closed as those gloves of his ran tiny circles over her stomach.

"I would have, Sarah." The King growled against the tender hairs of Sarah's neck.

She was too dazed to understand as her hands slid against his bare chest. "Would have? I think you are." She pulled his face to hers then, rolling them both over, so she was on top of him. Wait, are we on a bed? Her thoughts told her to look around, but something tugged her attention back to Jareth as his kissing grew less careful and more passionate. Her hands rounded those shoulders and her thumbs traced his collar bone. She opened her mouth slightly and Jareth took the opportunity to kiss her fully. Their tongues met in the perfect duo making both of them melt.

Jareth, took control pushing Sarah to the side. She tried to pull herself back on top, but he kept her at arms length. Defeated and confused she fell back on a pillow. A pillow?

Finally she looked around as clean air made a home in her lungs. Yes, a bed, a very large bed, was below her. She wondered for a second how she had gotten there, but let the thought slip when she thought of the addicting fae beside her. The room seemed as though it looked at her room and said "I can be waaay better than you." Then this massiveness was created.

It was fit for a king. Then again, it was a king's. She refrained from looking Jareth in the eye as she tried to take in all the details, but it was too dark. She settled back against her pillow pulling an arm over her eyes as she tried to recount the last ten to fifteen minutes.

Jareth had kissed her. It was like a puzzle she had been working on for years she had completed, no, scratch that, it was like she had finished the labyrinth.

"I would have, Sarah." His voice was calmer now, not laced with animal aggression.

Now she turned to him slipping her hand down her side, tracing where his fingers had just been.

Jareth continued looking above. "Toby would have been a goblin had you lost." Then he turned to her, a smirk touching only half of his face. "I would have taken you, too." He eased closer to her, letting that old emotion of fear nest in her stomach. Her eyes widened at the way he seemed to be looking down at her despite the fact they were laying horizontal on a bed. A fucking bed. "Oh, I would have had you, Sarah." A gloved hand smoothed some loose hair within the havoc of Sarah's curls. "You would have bowed to me." He laughed. "I'd have that look of defiance in my bed every night until it broke, until I watched it shatter beneath me."

He wanted to tell her the truth. That's what his plan had been. Let Sarah know what his original intentions had been all those years ago, then he could happily do many things to her in this room with his guilt erased. Yet, it was coming out all wrong. He was getting caught up in the past, the thrill of winning. Those little fantasies of his almost becoming a reality.

His lips came within Sarah's again, his quivering Sarah. "How much do you hate me, Sarah?" His eyes scanned her puffy lips and blushing face. She hadn't said anything, she just watch him hover before her, within a second away.

She made a split decision, somewhere deciding she would react later. She pulled that man to her using all the strength within her brittle arms. His own arms pulled her tightly against him, coating his body with hers.

"Not enough to stop this." She managed to say between kisses. "But enough not to sleep—" she breathed "—in this bed with you." She ripped the shirt from his body leaving his mouth, to kiss his chest. It tasted better than she thought it may.

Jareth had a triumphant feeling. "Fret not, I need this whole bed to myself. I had planned on kicking you out." He received a death glare from the girl currently mid-lick on his nipple.

That's when all his body took in the situation. Her hair the wild mess, her face a fantastic flush, her lips pouting and full, her shirt hanging off her shoulder, her eyes half-lidded. Yes, he was going to have this.

He sat up causing Sarah to slide into a sitting position on his lap—which he didn't mind. They watched each other a moment. Sarah nodded, answering another question that wasn't asked as if she were in a trance. She moved her fingers to the hem of her shirt and began pulling it over her head, but Jareth's palms stilled her. "No," he whispered kissing her lips lightly, then her cheek. "Let me." She lifted her arms above her head as the garment fell to the side.

Jareth was surprised there wasn't a contraption covering her breasts like before, but he was appeased to see them perky before him. He was more impressed she didn't try to hide them, but leaned them more into his hand when he finally touched them. Her mouth opened as the most beautiful sound in Jareth's world found his ears, "Ah."

He was kissing her again. He cursed himself, but he couldn't help it. Then those damned gloves of his. He couldn't feel those cute Goosebumps on her arms. He pulled away again flicking off the leather bindings and tossing them away—it'd be a bitch to search for them tomorrow considering they were flung in different directions.

He didn't care.

He fell into Sarah's breasts sucking and caressing her into gasping fits. She was sent into a world she'd never been to before, out of the Underground and beyond her own world. Her hands were on him, in his hair, scratching and pressing. Don't stop. Her head was yelling, but her mouth wouldn't work. Him. Him. Him. All she knew was the sensation of his warm hands running down her sides, across her hips.

Those pants. She had to escape them. Her fingers left him to move the material on her waist. He helped her as his tongue lapped at a pointed nipple. He pressed closer to her once the fabric was gone, taking in the form below him with touch. He groaned annoyed at the pants that still remained on his legs.

He kissed her again, both their hands trying to remove those tight slacks. "Sarah." Jareth breathed balancing himself above Sarah. How am I laying down again? She stared up to him tired and needing. His pants still hadn't been removed, but only unbuttoned. This annoyed her.

"Tell me about your tattoo, Sarah." He swallowed deciding perhaps, having her vulnerable like this would make her fold and tell him.

"What?" Her eyes expanded as she grabbed for the sheet next to her. She didn't try to cover herself, just the tattoo.

Jareth grabbed her arms, pinning her to the bed. He bent down pushing a knee between her legs. Her breath came sharply as she tried to squirm away, but he pushed more firmly. "Tell me."

"Tell you what?" She put her poker-face back on, despite the fact she was laying naked before her arch enemy. She still managed to be poised and dignified…to an extent. "It's just a tattoo that happens to be a labyrinth."

Her mind was racing with ways to get out of this situation. No, Jareth could not know of the tattoo, at least not the message it contained. Anyone but Jareth could know, hell, she'd tell her dad—though he would throw her in a crazy's hospital. She could make knew friends—just as long as Jareth didn't know. No, no, no. Jareth could. Not. Know.

She had to catch him off guard, pull at a weakness. She thought of something, but she thought it was decidedly stupid, but her only shot.

"There is something more to that marking than you're telling me." He put more pressure on her wrists and moved his knee a bit. Her breath hitched. Jareth's eyebrows narrowed and he tilted his head curiously. "Tell me, Sarah."

Okay, time to try this. "Jareth." She softened her face and tightened her legs around his knee. "I need you." She tried to pull herself towards him, but his hands were strong. "Please." She begged knowing this had worked on boys in the past—then again, Jareth wasn't exactly a boy and that bulge in his pants was willing to prove it. "Touch me, Jareth."

His resolve was waning under her beseeching. His hands slipped away as he pulled back. Sarah followed him, a winning grin plastered on her face. "Jareth." She teased crawling to his sitting form. She ran a hand on the along his outer hip as she came closer to his chest. A smirk had formed on his own face. He had lost, but the reward for loosing was better than the reward for winning—at least right now. She straddled his waist and kissed along his jaw. "Oh, Jareth," she gave a sight of bliss.

Then she was off the bed in seconds, the sheet swiftly wrapped around her as she searched for clothes. Jareth was astonished at her speed, and amazed that she thought she could escape. Ah, such a silly girl. "Sarah, tell me dearest, what is the point of the sheet when I've already had you below me," he gave a predator smile, "with open arms."

She didn't look at him when she lifted his shirt thinking perhaps hers was under it. "It makes me feel better." She tightened the sheet across her chest when she tossed Jareth's shirt at him. God, he could be so…infuriating.

Jareth threw his shirt back to the floor, no, he wasn't putting it back on. "Sarah, come back over here."

Sarah actually laughed, the nerve! She let her eyes fall on his form in the bed. Shirtless and beautiful, but Sarah had her pride. She would not be reduced to one of those girls. "I do not think so."

A small victorious sound came in her head as she reached for her pants. Yes! She was bending down when an arm wrapped around her pulling her back up. She huffed, growing more irritated by the second.

Jareth was actually enjoying Sarah's reluctance. He brought the back of her hand to his lips. "Mmmm." She sighed at the smell of her sweat. "Sarah." His whisper was still warm and it made her shutter. The sheet wasn't thick enough. Her other hand was still clutching the sheet together at her chest, Don't give in. Don't give in. Jareth still had one arm around her, but it was loosening. Escape would be possible soon. She could almost see it.

However, Jareth didn't have room for escape in his plans for Sarah. Not this time. He smelled her hair which made her lean back into him, she didn't have any control. Something else had her limbs. That hand of his, it was doing things to her stomach that should be illegal. He took the hand he had within his and moved it behind his own head. She didn't refuse. Stop. Stop. Stop. Apart of Sarah was screaming at her to step away, not pull him closer. The rest of Sarah was giving in to demands she hadn't even heard form Jareth's mouth yet.

His fingers grazed the tip of her right breast while his other hand darted into the slit of the sheet she was struggling to hold up. His bare fingers hardly touched her abdomen sending all sorts of tremors down her spine. It had never been like this. Not with anyone else for her. She tilted her head lengthening her neck which he vary happily kissed. Then his hand dipped lower touching her center. Her whole body fell into a loving response, pressing even closer to him. His finger slipped inside and the sheet dropped. Jareth chucked when her body completely molded against his.

There was no controlling the situation anymore from Sarah's perspective. She was drowning in Jareth's touch, in Jareth's warmth. His lips sucked on the nape of her neck. His free hand glided up and down the bare arm she had wrapped around his head then kept going down. She moaned when he made contact with her nipples again. Then her attention returned to an area Jareth was doing strange things to. Sarah enjoyed having someone touch her that knew what they were doing. Sure, other guys had attempted diving into her depths before, but none of them knew how to please her. Not like this.

Sarah's breathing increased as did her sounds. Jareth smiled realizing she was on the brink then a flow of new juices touched his already wet finger tips. All of Sarah's weight fell against him. Her legs were rubbery from all the dancing and the event that occurred seconds before. Suddenly, she was….so…tired. Her eyes fluttered closed smelling Jareth in the air all around her.

What next?

Jareth swooped her up in his arms, kissing her head lightly. "Jareth, I'm too tired now." She mumbled when he slid her on the bed.

"I know. Go to sleep, Sarah." Jareth struggled to put his desire away. That was quite the labor. He sighed as he wrapped the thin sheet around her frail body. The pale, soft, curvy body of Sarah. Her head quickly fell to a pillow where she closed her eyes. He watched her silently, looming above her and the bed in darkness.

He forced himself to look away from the girl before him waving his hands at her body as he walked away. He opened the doors to his balcony and closed them behind him. The morning air was stiff against his hard face.

It was so late. Jareth gripped the bar for safety. He needed to sleep. Sleep was important. Well, only a little for fae, but he did need to relax. He grinned. Sarah sure was relaxed. She'll despise me in the morning, but it was worth it to see her face of paradise. His grin grew.

Oh, Sarah, what you do to me. He returned to his room, stepped past his discarded shirt, and slid into bed. Sarah mumbled a phrase of slight questions Jareth didn't understand. He didn't answer her, but slipped a hand around her waste and put his mouth to her ear. "Shh."

There was a heat that flowed through both of them, a type of comfort and safety that united them both in an embrace. Unconsciously they drew closer and fell asleep.

But Sarah didn't sleep long. It was still dark when her eyes flashed open in the early minutes of sunrise. The night's events washed over her in a surge of emotion. She was gasping again when she realized she was still without clothing. She clutched her new favorite sheet tight around her and tried to reach the edge of the bed—escape.

As she moved, however, something pulled tightly against her. Her mind was screaming alarms and profanities when she felt a body against her. She turned her head around to see the Goblin King dreaming beside her, an arm draped across her. She gently lifted his arm and pushed herself out of the bed with sheet in tow.

"Sarah, just lay down." Jareth rolled to the ceiling begging some force to make this easy. He did not need a lost, naked girl running around his castle at this hour.

"Umm…" She looked at him before rounding the room to decide which door would be the correct choice. "I told you I would not sleep in your bed, and—"

"And you already have so you may as well scratch those words off your headstone." Jareth held a lazy hand out to her darkened form.

"I just don't know how I feel about. . . " She trailed off. She wanted to get in that bed with Jareth and cuddle up to him in a lover's fashion, but that was a dark secret buried in the back of her mind she only half knew existed.

"Sarah, there is a goblin currently soiling the sheets of your own bed." He gave her a warning glance. "Go to sleep."

She sighed. She was tired and she wasn't sure where she would be heading anyway if she left the room. She glided back over to the bed and crawled in remaining on her side, at the very edge, facing away from Jareth. Her breath was fast matching the same pace as her heart. Just go to fucking sleep, she told herself.

Fifteen minutes later her body was yelling at her. No, she was still not asleep.

"Tell me about the drugs, Sarah. You've never told me." Jareth was clearly as awake was she was.

She tried to still her frightened heart while rolling over to His Highness. "There's not a simple story."

He swayed to face Sarah. "It's not a simple question. I need to know."

"But, Jareth, you have a kingdom to rule. Go to sleep. The likes of me should be reserved for a more appropriate time." She put her hand to his eyes, a trick she would do for children that would stare at her instead of sleep. They would close their eyes and realize how tired they were, then sleep. When she removed her hand, Jareth just cocked an eyebrow.

He gave a smirk when she frowned. "As you basically said Sarah, I'm a king. I decide what's appropriate at what times I deem fit."

Sarah continued to frown, annoyed that she didn't seem to be winning of their battles tonight. She didn't like that fact, not at all. "I don't think you would understand, Jareth."

This time his smirk touched his eyes. "Try me."