A/N: I've been correcting little mistakes here and there in the chapters as I reread them. As always, I am open to criticism. My muse has decided to grace me with his presence, for now. I will upload the chapters as I finish them. Thanks.

Thank you to everyone who takes the time to give my story a read, this is my first Labyrinth fanfiction, and I was nervous as all get out about posting it. There isn't going to a set schedule for me to upload the chapters as I have work and real-life issues to deal with.

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[WARNING: 18+ ahead. Self-masturbation and gratifying pleasure for Sarah. My first lemony-lime of the story. Beware.]

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XIV.

"Of course, m'lady. I will find you something suitable to wear and leave it on the bed for you." Uma replied, turning to leave.

Sarah remembered the question she had wanted to ask and quickly said, "Um, Uma?"

Uma turned around to look at Sarah, expectantly, "Yes, m'lady?"

Sarah swallowed quietly and spoke, trying to make her voice not sound so nervous, "Why did you look shocked when Jar- I mean his majesty asked you to put me in the chambers next to his? What is so special about these rooms?" She figured that it wouldn't be proper to call him Jareth to his staff, so she chose to call him what Uma did.

Uma fidgeted nervously as Sarah finished her question and she looked around quickly, as though waiting to see if she was going to be overheard, since the king had eyes and ears everywhere. "I don't think I should say, but since you were sharing the same bed with his majesty, I guess it's alright." Uma replied, taking a deep breath before continuing in her raspy voice, "These chambers belong to the Goblin Queen. But his majesty is not currently married." Uma wrung her hands, not sure if she should have told Sarah that or not. Uma gulped quietly and before turning to the door, she said, "Enjoy your bath, Lady Sarah. Call my name if you need something. I will hear you." And then Uma left the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

And with that, Sarah was left on her own. Her body then chose that moment to remind her of other bodily functions. She glanced at herself in the mirror as she walked past, looking for the toilet. She looked like hell, but at least she was alive. She then noticed a door that was off by itself next to the shower and when she opened it, Sarah was thankful to find a modest looking toilet and bidet, complete with a small sink and mirror. Sarah mulled over the fact that she was in the Queen's chambers as she relieved herself. After she washed her hands, Sarah made her way back, stopping at the shelf to grab a sponge and a few towels, and then continued to the small set of steps leading down into the crystal-clear water.

She stripped herself of her worn and torn clothing and placed them in the pile next to the bath's edge. Sarah moaned softly as she stepped down the stairs into the water. The water was only up to her chest and was somehow just the right amount of hot without making any steam. She swam a few laps around the bath until she decided it was time to wash up. Sarah swam to the edge of the bath where all the glass bottles were lined up and grabbed the first one that she laid her hands on, which was a blue-colored one with a square stopper. She opened it and sniffed, then smiled as she found the smell, which had the scent of honeysuckle, met her nose. After a few more sniffs of different bottles, she found the ones that she liked the most, which were: the honeysuckle in the blue bottle, sandalwood in a green bottle with a circle stopper, and a deep purple bottle, with a star stopper, that had the unmistakable scent of what she could only guess was some kind of flower that you could only find in the underground. Sarah blushed at the fact that it was also because Jareth smelled of the strange scent as well, and she couldn't get enough of that.

Then again, she was 30 years old and hadn't been to more than 3rd base with someone. Sarah supposed it was because the guys were all missing something, something she couldn't put her finger on just yet. She let her mind wander as she washed her hair, swimming over to the waterfall to rinse it out. As she pulled herself out of the water to sit on the edge so she could scrub herself, her thoughts went back to the reason she liked the purple bottle's scent so much.

Jareth's scent was musky, but mixed with that strange smelling flower, and as she spread the unique scented oil across her skin, she let her fingers roam. He wasn't unattractive, but definitely otherworldly in his appearance. As she continued to muse over his looks, she passed the sponge across her breasts, gasping softly as the sponge's rough surface grazed across her nipples. It wasn't an unpleasant sensation, just one she hadn't had in a while.

Her last boyfriend of almost a year had been kicked to the curb 3 months ago after finding him and a significantly younger woman in his bed when Sarah had come home early from her parent's house one day. It had been a mess, but she had gotten over it. There wasn't much she could have done. She hadn't been in love with the guy, as far as she could tell.

Sarah let the hand with the sponge drift lazily across her body, scrubbing the more important parts vigorously before setting it back onto the marbled edge of the bath. She slid herself back under the water but sat on the 2nd step and leaned back against the step, letting the still hot water warm her body further. After she was thoroughly rinsed, she let her head tilt back so she could stare up at the swirling, twinkling ceiling. Sarah let her eyes drift closed she let her hands wander aimlessly along her skin, drifting this way and that, enjoying the feel of her fingertips as they glided across her peaked nipples.

She wasn't sure when her thoughts melded with her actions and it was almost as if she could feel Jareth's fingers instead of her own. She wondered what it would be like if he touched in that way with his hands, how his skin would feel next to hers. Her fingers drifted further down as she caressed her stomach and shivered at the thought of being underneath Jareth in his bed. Since she had been in his bed already, even if it was for a different reason, it wasn't hard to imagine. Sarah breathed out a sigh as she let her fingers dance further down, reaching the already throbbing nib of her pleasure center. She gasped out a bit louder as she imagined Jareth's hands instead of hers, touching her ever so gently.

Maybe when they figured out what was going on with the craziness of being kidnapped and along with everything else, they could see where it led them. Sarah relished in the fact that her feelings hadn't changed in the 15 years that she hadn't seen Jareth. She had wanted to accept his offer back then, oh how she wanted too, but Toby was more important. She couldn't be selfish at that time. But now, since Toby was grown, there wasn't anything standing in the way. Sarah loved Jareth, even if sometimes he was a stubborn, glittery-haired, pompous ass King. She wasn't sure what moment made her fall for him, or if it was a multitude of moments, she just knew that she did. It was something that she felt deep down in her soul. And believing in soulmates wasn't a strange concept for her, being so steeped in fairytales already.

As Sarah continued to rub herself, changing the pace and direction repeatedly as she felt the budding warmth of desire begin to bubble up inside her. Sarah wondered if he felt the same, or if she was just fooling herself. She pondered if the offer was still open, if being his other half was still on the table. She wasn't sure how to be a queen, but Sarah was sure that there were people to help with that. Or she could even ask Jareth himself, have personal, private lessons. And usually, private lessons always led to other things, or so they say.

Her mewling noises became steadily louder and more frequent as she continued to pleasure herself, still imagining Jareth's hands helping her to completion. It was tempting to call out his name, but she wasn't sure what would happen if she did. Her thoughts became muddled at she slipped farther and further towards her destination as her movements became more intermittent. She didn't want to stop the rising up of the desire, she wanted it to burst forth and savor in the after effects, hoping it would relax her enough to develop a more sense of calm.

She tried to imagine what it would feel like if Jareth were in the bath with her right now, bringing her the pleasure she so desperately wanted. Her fingers moved even faster and more erratically. Sarah's breath came out in short gasps mixed with moans, as she pushed herself closer and closer to brink. Then, with a sharp cry and a mental cry of Jareth! , she dove over the edge of the cliff. Her other hand gripped the edge of the bath as she continued to rub against the pulsing nib, her hips now thrusting forwards in the water. As Sarah rode the waves of pleasure down, she sank into the water until just under her nose was visible. Her legs felt like jelly and for the moment, she was satiated, but only just. Sarah let her thoughts float as she kept her eyes closed as she soaked the stress away, reveling in the gratification that she had just given herself.