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In which Jareth gets his fantasy (by accident) and Sarah comes undone over a peach. NOTE: NOT THE TEEN VERSION. IF LEMONY STUFF BOTHERS YOU DO NOT READ! THE INTERACTION IS BETWEEN CONSENTING ADULTS.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Labyrinth, Sarah or Jareth. But I wouldn't mind Jareth or his fantasies wistful sigh
Warning: COLD SHOWER WARNING – this chapter is lemony (even more so than the last chapter!) If you are under 18 or mature things squick you out, skip this chapter. Heck, you may want to skip the rest of this story (it is pretty lemony from here on out).
Author's Note: Hope you like this one gang. I got myself all worked up writing it, so I'm hoping it works for the rest of y'all as well. As always, please review – reviews keep my enthusiasm for a story high and help me get through the writing.
A special note for jinx – this isn't the fantasy we discussed, but that one is coming too *insert evil grin and laughter here*. His Nibs finally spoke up and told me how things should go, and I must say, I rather liked his take on things. And I think you'll like the additions and modifications he made to that lil scenario we talked about.
Ch. 11: Hunger
Wrapping her lips around the spoon, Sarah sucked the sticky sweetness into her mouth, ignoring the tears that poured down her face. Her tongue was thick with peach pulp, the cloying sweetness tempered only by the sharp burn of chilies as she turned the heavy dollop over on her tongue, savoring the mix of sweet and spicy. And still she cried.
… This wasn't supposed to happen…. Tonight was wonderful…Jareth kept his promise and gave me my fantasy – and then some…. I'm not fucking homesick or lonely or upset….so why is the craving so damn strong….
Digging the spoon back into the nearly empty jar of her special jam, Sarah sobbed, her breath coming in rasping pants as she sniffed loudly.
… It isn't fair…. She wailed inwardly….Why won't it stop?
After her sudden return to her room, Sarah and Carrie had stayed up until 2 a.m. talking about what went on in the fantasy, before finally calling it a night and crashing. Sarah fell into a peaceful sleep quickly, only to find herself awake again at 3:13 a.m., her stomach knotted as the craving made itself known, a painful desire that clawed at her insides. Sneaking out of her bed, she wrapped her fluffy robe around herself and grabbed her secret stash of jam, taking it downstairs to eat it in peace, planning to make a slice of toast and enjoy the sticky sweetness that way.
But that is not what ended up happening.
….If anyone saw me right now they'd think I'm disgusting….or crazy….
Or both, moaned her inner-voice, as her libido for once stayed strangely quiet.
By the time she got downstairs, the craving was so intense that she was shaking from head to toe, her stomach twisting and sending shards of agonizing pain to rip through her body. She barely made it to the couch in the downstairs lounge, before ripping the lid off a jar of the jam and greedily spooning it into her mouth, welcoming the burn of the chilies as the thick, sugary concoction slid down her throat.
Usually, a few spoon-fulls was enough to bring relief. By the time she finished the first jar and found the craving was intensifying, Sarah realized she was in trouble and fear began to creep in. When she found herself sticking her hand into the dregs of the second jar to scrape out every last mouthful, Sarah began to cry. And now, as she reached the bottom of her third and last jar, the crying had become full-blown sobs. She was nearing the end of her stash and the craving hadn't abated, in fact if anything, it had gotten worse.
….Fuck….FUCK!...I knew better than to eat the fucking peaches at the castle tonight….nothing good ever comes from peaches and Jareth…. She whimpered, licking her spoon clean, her red eyes puffy and sore as more tears flowed freely.
Dropping the now empty jar into the nearest trash bin, Sarah restlessly made her way to the kitchen of the sorority house. Her cries coming in harsh bursts, Sarah threw open the pantry and cooler, frantically searching through the fruit bins. Grabbing a bag of peaches and dropping them on the counter, she began to eat, all the while her tears flowed faster. A peach in each hand, she winced in pain as her teeth cut through the fuzzy flesh, the sweet juice running down her chin. And still the craving grew.
Her anguish reaching its peak, Sarah collapsed against the cooler door, still eating the peaches in her hands, only to whisper between bites a wish she had made many times before – "I wish I could make this craving stop."
In a flash the world fell away, only this time her eyes were open for it. The kitchen faded away in a swirl of black mist, and seconds later she found herself sitting in a grassy courtyard, under a moonlit sky, with a fragrant breeze swirling lazily around her. Surprised at her sudden translocation, Sarah dropped the half-eaten peaches, her mouth gaping as she looked around. The grass she was sitting on was so thick and lush it felt like velvet upon her bare feet as she stood. Peering in front of her and to the side, she found that she was in a garden courtyard. The stone walls on the right and left were covered in ivy and climbing roses. In front of her, a short distance away, was another stone wall with a wooden door set into it, a heavy golden padlock locking it shut. Then she turned around and saw a lone tree behind her and….
…. Oh shit…. She gasped, looking up to see the castle beyond the Goblin City looming over her.
She was in one of the gardens of the castle and had no idea how she had gotten there.
Looking at the tree she saw a single piece of fruit hanging from a low branch, the scent drifting lightly upon the air, drawing her toward it. As if in a trance, Sarah stepped toward the tree. One step. Two steps. Three steps, until she was standing beneath the piece of fruit, the scent seeming to sing to her, calling to her and every cell in her body was demanding that she answer the call.
Hanging above her was a single, perfectly ripe peach.
Her mouth watered.
Run away!... screamed her inner-voice in a panic. Don't eat it! You don't know what will happen….
….I'm trying…. She moaned, but her feet refused to budge.
Sarah watched transfixed in shock, her hand reaching out toward the peach as if someone else were controlling it.
….NoNoNonoNo! This is definitely not good!...
With a small 'snip' sound the peach was free of the branch. The gentle weight of it settled cozily on her palm, as the crisp smell beckoned, pleading with her to sink her teeth into the fuzzy flesh, to let the sweet nectar run down her chin. Oh how she wanted to devour it.
Struggling to still the movement of her hand, Sarah whimpered as the peach was lifted toward her mouth until the soft fuzz of the skin brushed her lips, teasing them to open.
CRUNCH
And the deed was done.
Her teeth pierced the cool flesh of the peach in one solid bite. Purring, Sarah swallowed the juice of the peach, the stickiness coating her lips, teeth and tongue. The first bite made the pain in her belly stop, the daggers that always seemed to be thrusting into her when the craving came ceasing as if they were never there to begin with. The second bite ended the hunger – one minute there, torturing her with every breath, the next it vanished. The third bite sated her entirely, her eyelids suddenly heavy as her breathing evened out.
"So sleepy…." Sarah whispered, leaning against the trunk of the tree for support.
With a yawn she slid her back down the tree trunk, to sit upon the ground.
….I wonder if the world will dance like it did last time…. She pondered, peering blearily around the little garden, almost disappointed when nothing moved or changed.
*yawn*
….The grass is so soft and it smells so nice here…. She muttered inwardly …. It can't hurt to have a little nap, before I figure out how to get home…..
Yawning again, Sarah curled up on the soft grass at the base of the tree, tucking her fluffy bathrobe snuggling around her. Within moments she was fast asleep, the partially eaten peach still clasped in her sticky fingers, as drops of peach nectar dried to a sweet shine upon her parted lips.
…I hate being unable to sleep…. Jareth groused to himself, letting the updrafts that swirled above the Labyrinth drive him higher, white feathers stark against the dark velvet of the late night sky.
Well if you had been able to consummate things with Sarah, then you would have easily fallen asleep, grumbled his inner-voice with a yawn.
…Consumate? Must be you so sterile and analytical…. Sarah got her fantasy, which was the agreement after all….
You can't expect us to believe that you didn't want to get one over as well? Snarked his libido, still angry at the Labyrinth for sending Sarah home before anything more could happen, and more angry with Jareth since the four-hour time limit had been his idea in the first place.
… I have waited years to have her. A few more hours or days is not such a problem….
So you say…. Snapped his libido, pacing in frustration.
After Sarah vanished earlier in the evening, Jareth did the only thing he could do – he took flight.
In his owl form, he soared and swooped over the Labyrinth and the kingdom, coasting upon updrafts before diving low to chase the odd creature that was out wandering when they should be safely tucked away in their beds. It was a good game, one he enjoyed frequently on nights when his thoughts were too persistent and tangled to allow him to sleep.
Feeling dawn beginning to make her assent in the sky, Jareth had turned toward the castle, lazily winging his way back to his own chambers to hopefully get a few hours of sleep before matters of state tore him away for the day.
….Besides, Sarah and I have another date tonight and another fantasy that must be fulfilled within the next two days, so I will have at least two more chances to have her. More than that if I have my way….
Assuming she'll be agreeable once you've told her the truth about the peach, pouted his libido.
If an owl could smile, he would have been wearing a wicked grin.
….If her responses from tonight are any indication, I think she will be agreeable. Very. Agreeable. Once the shock wears off of course….
As he neared the castle, Jareth's keen owl eyes caught a flash of purple in his private gardens. Floating upon an air current high above the gardens, the white owl seemed to pause, a low screech of annoyance breaking the quiet of the wee morning hours.
…Who dares invade my personal gardens?...
Pulling his wings close to his body, the owl began to dive toward the gardens, the tight posture allowing him a burst of speed to match his anger at having his private area invaded, when his subjects knew the severe penalty for such insolence. Faster he streaked toward the ground, a white blur of feathers that fluttered as the air tore over the sleek form. Just before reaching the ground, the feathered form seemed to shudder and expand, until the Goblin King was standing in the middle of the garden, cloaked in the black leather armor that struck terror into the hearts of every subject of the Goblin Kingdom – as it was commonly understood that when the King was in armor, the punishments were usually far worse than an all-expenses-paid vacation to the Bog of Eternal Stench.
Fuming in his anger, the Goblin King stalked toward the person who had the audacity to not only invade his private gardens, but to go near the sacred tree – it was practically treason.
…. If they have eaten fruit from the sacred tree, their life is forfeit…. He swore to himself as he moved closer. I swear I'll remove their head and let the Fireys play with it!
Already planning how to torture the traitor, Jareth's eyes fell upon the purple once more and he stopped cold. Eyebrows raised in surprise, he shook his head as the flash of purple he saw from above revealed itself to be Sarah's hideously ugly bathrobe, wrapped around…
"…. Sarah?" he whispered in shock.
She's back! Crowed his libido. Great! Now pick her up, return to your bed and get back to what you were doing earlier!
…Shut. Up…. The Goblin King growled silently, as he tried to grasp the fact that Sarah was here. In his gardens. Under the sacred tree. Fast asleep. And he hadn't brought her here.
Creeping silently toward her, so as not to alarm her should she wake, Jareth took in the sight before him. Sarah. His Sarah. Was curled up at the base of the sacred tree, deeply asleep, as evidenced by the soft sighs that periodically slid past her parted lips. Looking closer, he noticed the half-eaten peach clutched in her hand – a peach from the sacred tree.
And that was when he knew how she came to be there.
"My poor Precious Sarah," he whispered, as he knelt beside her.
Tenderly Jareth eased her into his arms, smiling as she snuggled against him in her sleep, but never letting go of the peach. Rising, he cradled her sleeping form against his chest, her chestnut hair hanging over his arm to sway gently with every movement. If someone had been watching they would have seen the darkly armored figure take two steps toward the castle with the sleeping woman in his arms, before vanishing in a haze of blue glitter that floated to the ground, like a burst of sapphire stars.
Upon reaching his chambers, Jareth silently slid Sarah under the covers of his bed. Plucking the partially eaten peach from her hand and setting it aside, he tucked the covers around her and smiled as she turned on her side, curling into a ball.
"Jareth," she sighed quietly in her sleep, a soft smile gracing her features.
Jareth brushed an errant strand of hair from her face as he looked at her. While this wasn't the way he had hoped to have her in his bed tonight, he was happy she was there. Leaning over her, he lightly kissed her forehead, before settling himself beside her, having exchanged the armor for his own bedclothes, the silk of the loose pants gliding effortlessly over the velvet and brocade comforter. Propped against the headboard by a pile of thick pillows, he watched her silently for some time, until she seemed to drop deeper into sleep. Reassured by her deep and slow breathing, Jareth conjured a sparkling green crystal and speaking quietly so as not to disturb the sleeping woman next to him, gave the order – "Show me."
His eyes never left the glowing crystal as it played out the events that led to her being found in his gardens, the sight of her tears making his chest ache for her.
"Oh my Sarah. I should have come for you long before now." Jareth sighed, cursing his own selfish pride.
With a flick of his fingers he sent the crystal upward where it faded from view. Sliding beneath the covers next to Sarah, Jareth pulled her close to him, his arm draping over her hip to rest against the warmth of her stomach. The last thing he did before joining her in slumber was smile, as she molded herself to him in her sleep, their conjoined sighs of contentment drifting upon the early morning air.
Scrunching her eyes shut tight, Sarah threw her arm over her eyes trying to block out the light that was determined to penetrate the lovely lazy feeling she was desperately trying to hang on to.
…For having to deal with that damn craving in the middle of the night, I actually slept pretty good….Wonder what time it is…. She thought as she rolled onto her back and stretched her arms wide. Ugh…too hot though. Gotta take the robe off…Why'd I get under the covers with this heavy thing on?
Without opening her eyes, Sarah shrugged out of the robe, then continued stretching. Arching against the bed with feline grace, she stretched her back, her arms sliding easily across the silk sheets. Purring happily, she drank in the pleasant sensation of being well-rested, despite her late night. Then it registered.
"Silk sheets?" Sarah sat up with a start, her emerald eyes wide in surprise. "Oh fuck!"
Looking around wildly as her heart raced, Sarah gasped to find herself back in Jareth's chambers and more precisely, in his bed.
"Eeep!" she squeaked, "How the hell did I get here?" Dropping her head to peer under the covers she breathed a sigh of relief, "At least I'm still wearing what I was when I went to bed."
I fail to see why that is a good thing, pouted her libido. It would be much better to be naked in his bed, preferably with Jareth also in the bed….naked. And with that much nakedness, there would be bound to be….
Oh honestly, muttered her inner-voice in disbelief, interrupting the decidedly lewd train of thought the libido was offering. You were naked in this bed earlier in the evening, why should you be so relieved to be clothed now? Do you honestly think Jareth would take advantage of you while you were sleeping?
…. Um…. Well….I suppose not…. Sarah agreed, before another thought hit her. Hang on. How did I get here? The last thing I remember was eating the peach and then falling asleep under the tree….
If I had to guess, I would say that Jareth found you there and brought you here. Rather nice of him seeing as how this bed is far more comfortable than sleeping on the cold ground, even if the grass itself was nice and soft, grumbled her inner-voice.
Smiling, Sarah found herself wondering if Jareth had noticed what she was wearing under the robe. With one last stretch, Sarah pushed the covers down and slid out of the bed. Hearing only her own movements, Sarah breathed a sigh of relief – she was alone. She glanced around the room, taking in the rich furnishings that Jareth surrounded himself with. While the colors themselves were rich, the room was not overdone or crowded.
Quietly humming, Sarah padded through the open French doors onto the stone balcony and leaned against the railings. The view that met her eyes left her stunned. Stretching far into the distance was the Labyrinth, the twists and turns fading over the horizon.
….Wow. It is much bigger than I thought. I must've only conquered a small part of it….
Below her, Sarah saw the garden she was in last night and on the other side of the garden walls, the Goblin City, with goblins bustling busily through the streets. Smiling she watched as the goblins raced back and forth, the sounds of the goblin market drifting toward the castle, carried on the gentle morning breeze.
"Jareth is so lucky. He's got a gorgeous view like this to enjoy every morning," she said, drinking in the peaceful feeling of the sun on her face, warming her skin through the thin silk of Jareth's shirt that she had thrown on when she went to bed the night before.
"Oh, I don't think the view is usually this lovely," came the accented reply from behind her.
Sarah looked over her shoulder to see Jareth leaning against the balcony doors, his arms crossed, while his mismatched eyes danced over her body. Blushing at the appraising look Jareth gave her, Sarah's voice cracked when she spoke: "Why not?"
"Because, Precious… my view usually does not include you, wearing my shirt and nothing else," he answered, his lips twisting with amusement as he stepped up behind her to wrap his arms around her waist.
Leaning her head back against his shoulder, Sarah's fell shut and she smiled, purring as the warmth of his body seeped through the silk to caress her bare flesh beneath.
Jareth kissed her cheek, before his attention was drawn to the pendant hanging between her breasts, a sultry smirk teasing his lips at the pulsing, vibrant purple light emanating from the crystal. His fingers caressed the crystal, drawing her attention to it as it glowed brighter.
"Although I must thank you for fulfilling that particular fantasy of mine, Pet," Jareth drawled, fingering the pendant, his breath hot against her neck as he feathered kisses on the exposed column of ivory. "It is quite a gorgeous sight and I wouldn't object being afforded this view more often."
"Well, you left the shirt with me and there were no rules stating that I couldn't wear it again," Sarah blushed, her voice taking on a hoarse rasp that she recognized as betraying her own desires. She fervently hoped that Jareth hadn't noticed, but judging from the way his hands had found their way under the hem of the shirt as it grazed her thighs, she was pretty sure he had.
"I had rather hoped you would choose to wear the shirt again, Sarah," he murmured against her neck. "Although as of this moment, I am more inclined to see you without it."
Pressing his hands against the outside of her thighs, Jareth turned her toward him, his eyes darkening visibly. Sarah felt her breath catch in her throat at the intense way he looked at her, as if he could devour her whole and already knew exactly what she would taste like.
Of course he knows that, drooled her libido at the feel of his hands on her bare body once more. He had a pretty good taste of you last night!
At that thought Sarah flushed crimson.
Before she could respond, Jareth lips met hers, light at first before crushing against them. He heard her whimper as his tongue darted out, flitting lightly over her lips, tasting the remainder of the peach nectar that dotted them. Feeling her melt against him as her lips parted in invitation, Jareth pulled her tighter against his body, his hands moving upward under the shirt, taking the hem with it. One hand paused to grip her hip while the other moved up to the center of her back, curled fingers caressing her tenderly. With his tongue thrusting against hers, he barely registered that she was moving until her hands twined in his hair, urging him closer still while deepening the kiss – a low groan rumbling in the back of his throat at the feeling of her hands demanding more of him.
Sarah felt the shirt dragging upward as Jareth's hands moved over her body, the warm morning breeze dancing over her exposed skin, as each touch of his hands sent electric bolts zinging through her body, to pool in her belly. Trying desperately to quiet the squeaks of reproach from her inner-self at being half-naked on an open balcony of the castle, Sarah threw herself into the kiss with an unabashed fervor that made her own libido blush. Whimpering as his lips left hers to trace down her neck, Sarah tried to focus on what he was saying, but all she really wanted was more of his kisses and the feel of his hands on her body.
"I believe you and I have some unfinished business, Precious. Business I should very much like to conclude….Now. In fact," he purred silkily.
….Oh Gods…. This is really happening….
Hell yes! Yelped her libido with lustful glee.
Jareth leaned back to look at Sarah, amazed by the way the morning sunlight made her seem to glow, suffusing her naked body with a creamy aura. Her emerald eyes gazed back at him, shining bright in the morning light as her breathing sped up. Sliding one hand to caress the small of her back, the other palmed her breast through the silk. His thumb rubbed firmly over the taut bud feeling it grow harder and tighter, the touch eliciting a soft moan from Sarah, as her body trembled against him.
Sarah watched as he leaned in once more, eagerly awaiting another kiss, only to gasp with delight when he suddenly swooped down, his hot mouth sucking a taut nipple into its moist confines. His mouth incredibly hot and wet against the silk.
"Jareth!" she gasped, as her hands instinctively came up, grasping at his hair as he pulled deeply on her, his teeth pinching the nippled firmly, before releasing it to the tender ministrations of his tongue. All the while, the fingers of his other hand toyed with the other nipple, teasing it and twirling it, making Sarah dance and squirm as she was pinned between his firm body and the hard stone railing behind her. Through it all, the fire in her core burned hotter until she was sure it should be singeing him as they pressed together.
There were no words now, only inarticulate grunts and gasps, tempered by the odd painful pinch of his teeth and fingers that sent sharp jolts of pleasure straight to her center, the liquid heat seeping from her in response.
Unable to stand the torture and her inability to touch him, Sarah twisted a hand into the wild hair on the back of his head and forcefully pulled his head toward hers, until her lips met his in a hungry kiss. This was no coaxing gentle kiss. Sarah plundered his mouth with a passion she didn't recognize as her own, although her body did, as she felt her heart beat pounding in her belly, each throb sending burning drips to slide against her inner thighs. With his lips busy, Sarah's other hand tugged at the laces that held his shirt closed.
"Sorry," she muttered into his mouth at the sound of tearing fabric, as she jerked viciously at the laces, her lips never leaving his.
"S'okay," he rumbled, resuming the kiss while his hands slid around to grip her ass, lifting her upward.
Growling low against his lips, Sarah wrapped her legs tightly around his hips as her hands slid under the silk of his shirt, her fingers splayed across his lightly muscled chest. Finally able to touch him, Sarah grazed her nails over his chest, swallowing his groan at her rough caress.
"Too. Many. Clothes," Sarah ground out between kisses, her hands trying to push the shirt from his shoulders, as her own body held it fast, pressed against him.
Jareth hissed as she wriggled against him, her body hot and wet against his waist as she panted and whimpered in her struggle to slide the shirt from his chest. Giving up on his shirt, Sarah's hands found their way back to his head, to tug it back, her lips and teeth finding his neck. A hungry purr hummed against his throat as she sucked and nibbled her way around his neck, small teeth dragging along the pale skin.
"Please," she moaned, licking his neck before latching onto his earlobe with her sharp teeth, the sensation nearly driving him to his knees, as a bolt of sheer pleasure rocketed through him. Arms tightening around her, he turned, carrying her back into his rooms, while she continued to suck and bite at his ear, each nibble sending further shock waves through him.
…. Ye Gods!... She is definitely my match….
With a snarl from Jareth, Sarah found herself being dropped into the middle of the bed. As quickly as she was dropped, she sprung up, kneeling on the edge of the bed, her eyes bright as her hands gripped the drawstring of his pajama bottoms, quickly tugging it loose to let the material slide over his hips. Distracted by his swift movements, Sarah looked up as Jareth yanked the shirt over his head and sent it flying into a corner. Their eyes met, locked for a split second before she blushed hotly, realizing that not only was she ogling the very naked, Greek-godlike physique of the Goblin King, but sitting on his bed as she was, she now had a very good eyeful of just what he hid in his trousers – And the trousers didn't even do it justice!
Jareth peered down at Sarah, his eyebrow raised in a sardonic smirk as he watched her reaction.
"Problem, Pet?" he asked, the question a sultry hum in the sexually-charged atmosphere of the room. Chuckling darkly at her glazed expression as she shook her head, he continued, "So tell me then, Precious… do you think I am over-compensating for anything with the big castle and such?"
Seeing the smirk on his face, Sarah's libido woke up, spurring her to action. Determined to wipe that supercilious smirk from his face, she reached out with a manicured hand and grasped him, tenderly but firmly. Peering up at him, her green eyes flashed impishly, as she licked her lips, running her soft tongue around them, fully aware of his searching look.
"No. Definitely. Justified," she purred, punctuating each word with a light kiss along the length of him, her body buzzing at Jareth's sharp intake of breath.
As for Jareth, his libido was convinced his every Christmas, birthday and every other gift-giving holiday had just come at once. The sight of Sarah, holding him, much-less her lips on him and the look of sheer seductive glee shining behind her emerald eyes was almost too much to bear. Then, as he looked down to drag her away, she did something that had long been a part of this particular fantasy, but not something he actually expected her to do. In one graceful move, she swooped down upon him with her lips, tearing a surprised grunt of pleasure from deep within him as he was engulfed by her. Unthinking, his hands found her hair, fisting handfuls of it, his eyes glued to the sight of her, as his body quaked at the electric sensations that flooded through him.
Moments passed that felt like and eternity, each caress building the fire within him. The pleasure found at her touch almost unbearable. He was torn between the desire to let her continue, and the need to ravish her thoroughly.
In the end, ravishing won out.
With a growl of unbridled desire coupled with an immense amount of willpower, Jareth pulled her head away, feeling his chest constrict at the mournful whimper that spilled past her lips.
"But…" she protested, gasping and pulling against his hands as they held fast in her hair, clearly trying to return to what she had been doing.
"Later," came the hoarse reply, as his lips sought hers in a bruising kiss that left them both breathless. "I promise you can do that as long as you want, but for now…." His words trailed off, as he became distracted by his own desires that could no longer be denied.
Abruptly releasing her hair, Jareth grabbed the bunched hem of her shirt and ripped it over her head in one fluid movement that left her bare before him. Once more his lips found hers, grinding against them as his tongue thrust wildly alongside hers, wrestling for control, with neither giving in. Crushing her to him, his hands grasped the back of her thighs, lifting her from her knees to lay her back upon the bed, his body coming to kneel between her parted legs.
Seeing her laid out before him, open and wanting, Jareth felt his heart ache. All of the nights he had dreamt of this. All of the hours spent wondering if she would ever call for him. All of the days spent conjuring crystals to watch her, while longing to be part of her life. All of them, every last minute, coming down to this one moment in time. Here she was. Sarah. His Sarah. The Champion. The girl who ate the peach, forgot everything and still beat him at his own game. His equal.
It had to be a dream.
"Jareth…please…." Sarah moaned, her verdant eyes locked to his as he looked down at her.
That was all it took.
Eight years of longing. Two words that returned his power. One thrust.
And the dream was real.
A longing groan burst from his throat as her warmth embraced him. He froze. With his eyes shut, his expression caught at a moment that was both exquisite and agonizing. Breathing deep the tangible scent of her, Jareth savored the sensation as her warmth seemed to seep inside his skin, warming him from the inside out. With a hitch in his breath, he was pulled from his reverie by a silken caress as she slowly traced a finger along his arched eyebrows, down along his nose, over his cheekbones, to trail across his lips. Opening his eyes he saw hers, boring into him with all of the emotion that she held behind their emerald depths.
She was here. This was real. The Lord of Dreams at last granted a dream of his own.
And together they moved. Slowly at first. Drawing out each touch, to cherish each whimper and gasp. The sensual slide of flesh upon flesh that burned brightly through them. Gradually the fire built, their movements increasing in response. Faster. Stronger. Her legs wrapped tightly around him, drawing him deeper within. Lost to each other, attuned only to the inferno that raged within them, they passed the power of desire back and forth between them, letting it fill them, rushing through them with each touch, each driving caress that melded them together.
Then, in a blinding flash they found the peak – together at last.
One sharp cry, the King's name carried upon the breeze into the city.
One powerful roar of completion, echoing over the kingdom.
And the Labyrinth smiled, as the lovers collapsed together in a dreamless sleep.
Sarah was dimly aware of a rumbling purr that seemed to be coming from her pillow. Lifting her head, she grinned realizing that while her pillow was indeed purring, it wasn't some mutant pillow-cat, but rather a very contented looking Goblin King, upon whom her head had been resting. Sitting up, she lightly kissed the tip of his nose, as her fingers traced his fine cheekbones once more.
"Is there a reason you keep doing that?" Jareth asked, a bemused smile teasing his lips as he cracked an eye to look at her, marveling at the way the sunlight from the window cast a golden aura around her, his own surreal goddess-queen.
Shrugging, Sarah went to pull her hand away, only to have her wrist caught fast in his hand, before being tugged toward his lips, where he placed a tender kiss upon her palm.
"I don't know," she whispered as she leaned against his chest, letting him enfold her in his arms. "What time is it?" she asked, looking around for a clock before realizing that even if she found one, she had no way of knowing what time it was at home.
"Here, it is around 9a.m. Above, approximately 1 p.m.," he replied, his lips whispering softly against the skin of her neck.
Nibbling her lip with a crestfallen look, Sarah sighed. "I should probably get back then. I have class at 2 p.m."
His fingers caressed her chin, tenderly tilting her head upward, his lips grazing hers. "Spend the day with me, my Sarah. See my world. Just for a day. I know it is selfish of me, but I am not ready to see you leave once more. Call it the date that you owe me. The last date of the six you promised me."
Sarah looked at him, still the imposing Goblin King she remembered and yet, there was something more in the way he looked at her. Something she couldn't quite place.
…The last date…. She thought sadly….One more date and then…. And then what?... She couldn't bear the thought of not seeing him after this, but six dates was all he had asked and all she had agreed to.
Kissing her softly again, he pressed his forehead against hers. "One day, Sarah. Give me one day to show you my life and my heart," he murmured.
Returning the kiss, Sarah nodded. "One day." While inside she pleaded with whatever powers were twisting the strands of their fates, that this one day was not to be the laste.

:) (Smile) — Description
In which Jareth gets his fantasy (by accident) and Sarah comes undone over a peach. NOTE: NOT THE TEEN VERSION. IF LEMONY STUFF BOTHERS YOU DO NOT READ! THE INTERACTION IS BETWEEN CONSENTING ADULTS.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Labyrinth, Sarah or Jareth. But I wouldn't mind Jareth or his fantasies wistful sigh
Warning: COLD SHOWER WARNING – this chapter is lemony (even more so than the last chapter!) If you are under 18 or mature things squick you out, skip this chapter. Heck, you may want to skip the rest of this story (it is pretty lemony from here on out).
Author's Note: Hope you like this one gang. I got myself all worked up writing it, so I'm hoping it works for the rest of y'all as well. As always, please review – reviews keep my enthusiasm for a story high and help me get through the writing.
A special note for jinx – this isn't the fantasy we discussed, but that one is coming too *insert evil grin and laughter here*. His Nibs finally spoke up and told me how things should go, and I must say, I rather liked his take on things. And I think you'll like the additions and modifications he made to that lil scenario we talked about.
Ch. 11: Hunger
Wrapping her lips around the spoon, Sarah sucked the sticky sweetness into her mouth, ignoring the tears that poured down her face. Her tongue was thick with peach pulp, the cloying sweetness tempered only by the sharp burn of chilies as she turned the heavy dollop over on her tongue, savoring the mix of sweet and spicy. And still she cried.
… This wasn't supposed to happen…. Tonight was wonderful…Jareth kept his promise and gave me my fantasy – and then some…. I'm not fucking homesick or lonely or upset….so why is the craving so damn strong….
Digging the spoon back into the nearly empty jar of her special jam, Sarah sobbed, her breath coming in rasping pants as she sniffed loudly.
… It isn't fair…. She wailed inwardly….Why won't it stop?
After her sudden return to her room, Sarah and Carrie had stayed up until 2 a.m. talking about what went on in the fantasy, before finally calling it a night and crashing. Sarah fell into a peaceful sleep quickly, only to find herself awake again at 3:13 a.m., her stomach knotted as the craving made itself known, a painful desire that clawed at her insides. Sneaking out of her bed, she wrapped her fluffy robe around herself and grabbed her secret stash of jam, taking it downstairs to eat it in peace, planning to make a slice of toast and enjoy the sticky sweetness that way.
But that is not what ended up happening.
….If anyone saw me right now they'd think I'm disgusting….or crazy….
Or both, moaned her inner-voice, as her libido for once stayed strangely quiet.
By the time she got downstairs, the craving was so intense that she was shaking from head to toe, her stomach twisting and sending shards of agonizing pain to rip through her body. She barely made it to the couch in the downstairs lounge, before ripping the lid off a jar of the jam and greedily spooning it into her mouth, welcoming the burn of the chilies as the thick, sugary concoction slid down her throat.
Usually, a few spoon-fulls was enough to bring relief. By the time she finished the first jar and found the craving was intensifying, Sarah realized she was in trouble and fear began to creep in. When she found herself sticking her hand into the dregs of the second jar to scrape out every last mouthful, Sarah began to cry. And now, as she reached the bottom of her third and last jar, the crying had become full-blown sobs. She was nearing the end of her stash and the craving hadn't abated, in fact if anything, it had gotten worse.
….Fuck….FUCK!...I knew better than to eat the fucking peaches at the castle tonight….nothing good ever comes from peaches and Jareth…. She whimpered, licking her spoon clean, her red eyes puffy and sore as more tears flowed freely.
Dropping the now empty jar into the nearest trash bin, Sarah restlessly made her way to the kitchen of the sorority house. Her cries coming in harsh bursts, Sarah threw open the pantry and cooler, frantically searching through the fruit bins. Grabbing a bag of peaches and dropping them on the counter, she began to eat, all the while her tears flowed faster. A peach in each hand, she winced in pain as her teeth cut through the fuzzy flesh, the sweet juice running down her chin. And still the craving grew.
Her anguish reaching its peak, Sarah collapsed against the cooler door, still eating the peaches in her hands, only to whisper between bites a wish she had made many times before – "I wish I could make this craving stop."
In a flash the world fell away, only this time her eyes were open for it. The kitchen faded away in a swirl of black mist, and seconds later she found herself sitting in a grassy courtyard, under a moonlit sky, with a fragrant breeze swirling lazily around her. Surprised at her sudden translocation, Sarah dropped the half-eaten peaches, her mouth gaping as she looked around. The grass she was sitting on was so thick and lush it felt like velvet upon her bare feet as she stood. Peering in front of her and to the side, she found that she was in a garden courtyard. The stone walls on the right and left were covered in ivy and climbing roses. In front of her, a short distance away, was another stone wall with a wooden door set into it, a heavy golden padlock locking it shut. Then she turned around and saw a lone tree behind her and….
…. Oh shit…. She gasped, looking up to see the castle beyond the Goblin City looming over her.
She was in one of the gardens of the castle and had no idea how she had gotten there.
Looking at the tree she saw a single piece of fruit hanging from a low branch, the scent drifting lightly upon the air, drawing her toward it. As if in a trance, Sarah stepped toward the tree. One step. Two steps. Three steps, until she was standing beneath the piece of fruit, the scent seeming to sing to her, calling to her and every cell in her body was demanding that she answer the call.
Hanging above her was a single, perfectly ripe peach.
Her mouth watered.
Run away!... screamed her inner-voice in a panic. Don't eat it! You don't know what will happen….
….I'm trying…. She moaned, but her feet refused to budge.
Sarah watched transfixed in shock, her hand reaching out toward the peach as if someone else were controlling it.
….NoNoNonoNo! This is definitely not good!...
With a small 'snip' sound the peach was free of the branch. The gentle weight of it settled cozily on her palm, as the crisp smell beckoned, pleading with her to sink her teeth into the fuzzy flesh, to let the sweet nectar run down her chin. Oh how she wanted to devour it.
Struggling to still the movement of her hand, Sarah whimpered as the peach was lifted toward her mouth until the soft fuzz of the skin brushed her lips, teasing them to open.
CRUNCH
And the deed was done.
Her teeth pierced the cool flesh of the peach in one solid bite. Purring, Sarah swallowed the juice of the peach, the stickiness coating her lips, teeth and tongue. The first bite made the pain in her belly stop, the daggers that always seemed to be thrusting into her when the craving came ceasing as if they were never there to begin with. The second bite ended the hunger – one minute there, torturing her with every breath, the next it vanished. The third bite sated her entirely, her eyelids suddenly heavy as her breathing evened out.
"So sleepy…." Sarah whispered, leaning against the trunk of the tree for support.
With a yawn she slid her back down the tree trunk, to sit upon the ground.
….I wonder if the world will dance like it did last time…. She pondered, peering blearily around the little garden, almost disappointed when nothing moved or changed.
*yawn*
….The grass is so soft and it smells so nice here…. She muttered inwardly …. It can't hurt to have a little nap, before I figure out how to get home…..
Yawning again, Sarah curled up on the soft grass at the base of the tree, tucking her fluffy bathrobe snuggling around her. Within moments she was fast asleep, the partially eaten peach still clasped in her sticky fingers, as drops of peach nectar dried to a sweet shine upon her parted lips.
…I hate being unable to sleep…. Jareth groused to himself, letting the updrafts that swirled above the Labyrinth drive him higher, white feathers stark against the dark velvet of the late night sky.
Well if you had been able to consummate things with Sarah, then you would have easily fallen asleep, grumbled his inner-voice with a yawn.
…Consumate? Must be you so sterile and analytical…. Sarah got her fantasy, which was the agreement after all….
You can't expect us to believe that you didn't want to get one over as well? Snarked his libido, still angry at the Labyrinth for sending Sarah home before anything more could happen, and more angry with Jareth since the four-hour time limit had been his idea in the first place.
… I have waited years to have her. A few more hours or days is not such a problem….
So you say…. Snapped his libido, pacing in frustration.
After Sarah vanished earlier in the evening, Jareth did the only thing he could do – he took flight.
In his owl form, he soared and swooped over the Labyrinth and the kingdom, coasting upon updrafts before diving low to chase the odd creature that was out wandering when they should be safely tucked away in their beds. It was a good game, one he enjoyed frequently on nights when his thoughts were too persistent and tangled to allow him to sleep.
Feeling dawn beginning to make her assent in the sky, Jareth had turned toward the castle, lazily winging his way back to his own chambers to hopefully get a few hours of sleep before matters of state tore him away for the day.
….Besides, Sarah and I have another date tonight and another fantasy that must be fulfilled within the next two days, so I will have at least two more chances to have her. More than that if I have my way….
Assuming she'll be agreeable once you've told her the truth about the peach, pouted his libido.
If an owl could smile, he would have been wearing a wicked grin.
….If her responses from tonight are any indication, I think she will be agreeable. Very. Agreeable. Once the shock wears off of course….
As he neared the castle, Jareth's keen owl eyes caught a flash of purple in his private gardens. Floating upon an air current high above the gardens, the white owl seemed to pause, a low screech of annoyance breaking the quiet of the wee morning hours.
…Who dares invade my personal gardens?...
Pulling his wings close to his body, the owl began to dive toward the gardens, the tight posture allowing him a burst of speed to match his anger at having his private area invaded, when his subjects knew the severe penalty for such insolence. Faster he streaked toward the ground, a white blur of feathers that fluttered as the air tore over the sleek form. Just before reaching the ground, the feathered form seemed to shudder and expand, until the Goblin King was standing in the middle of the garden, cloaked in the black leather armor that struck terror into the hearts of every subject of the Goblin Kingdom – as it was commonly understood that when the King was in armor, the punishments were usually far worse than an all-expenses-paid vacation to the Bog of Eternal Stench.
Fuming in his anger, the Goblin King stalked toward the person who had the audacity to not only invade his private gardens, but to go near the sacred tree – it was practically treason.
…. If they have eaten fruit from the sacred tree, their life is forfeit…. He swore to himself as he moved closer. I swear I'll remove their head and let the Fireys play with it!
Already planning how to torture the traitor, Jareth's eyes fell upon the purple once more and he stopped cold. Eyebrows raised in surprise, he shook his head as the flash of purple he saw from above revealed itself to be Sarah's hideously ugly bathrobe, wrapped around…
"…. Sarah?" he whispered in shock.
She's back! Crowed his libido. Great! Now pick her up, return to your bed and get back to what you were doing earlier!
…Shut. Up…. The Goblin King growled silently, as he tried to grasp the fact that Sarah was here. In his gardens. Under the sacred tree. Fast asleep. And he hadn't brought her here.
Creeping silently toward her, so as not to alarm her should she wake, Jareth took in the sight before him. Sarah. His Sarah. Was curled up at the base of the sacred tree, deeply asleep, as evidenced by the soft sighs that periodically slid past her parted lips. Looking closer, he noticed the half-eaten peach clutched in her hand – a peach from the sacred tree.
And that was when he knew how she came to be there.
"My poor Precious Sarah," he whispered, as he knelt beside her.
Tenderly Jareth eased her into his arms, smiling as she snuggled against him in her sleep, but never letting go of the peach. Rising, he cradled her sleeping form against his chest, her chestnut hair hanging over his arm to sway gently with every movement. If someone had been watching they would have seen the darkly armored figure take two steps toward the castle with the sleeping woman in his arms, before vanishing in a haze of blue glitter that floated to the ground, like a burst of sapphire stars.
Upon reaching his chambers, Jareth silently slid Sarah under the covers of his bed. Plucking the partially eaten peach from her hand and setting it aside, he tucked the covers around her and smiled as she turned on her side, curling into a ball.
"Jareth," she sighed quietly in her sleep, a soft smile gracing her features.
Jareth brushed an errant strand of hair from her face as he looked at her. While this wasn't the way he had hoped to have her in his bed tonight, he was happy she was there. Leaning over her, he lightly kissed her forehead, before settling himself beside her, having exchanged the armor for his own bedclothes, the silk of the loose pants gliding effortlessly over the velvet and brocade comforter. Propped against the headboard by a pile of thick pillows, he watched her silently for some time, until she seemed to drop deeper into sleep. Reassured by her deep and slow breathing, Jareth conjured a sparkling green crystal and speaking quietly so as not to disturb the sleeping woman next to him, gave the order – "Show me."
His eyes never left the glowing crystal as it played out the events that led to her being found in his gardens, the sight of her tears making his chest ache for her.
"Oh my Sarah. I should have come for you long before now." Jareth sighed, cursing his own selfish pride.
With a flick of his fingers he sent the crystal upward where it faded from view. Sliding beneath the covers next to Sarah, Jareth pulled her close to him, his arm draping over her hip to rest against the warmth of her stomach. The last thing he did before joining her in slumber was smile, as she molded herself to him in her sleep, their conjoined sighs of contentment drifting upon the early morning air.
Scrunching her eyes shut tight, Sarah threw her arm over her eyes trying to block out the light that was determined to penetrate the lovely lazy feeling she was desperately trying to hang on to.
…For having to deal with that damn craving in the middle of the night, I actually slept pretty good….Wonder what time it is…. She thought as she rolled onto her back and stretched her arms wide. Ugh…too hot though. Gotta take the robe off…Why'd I get under the covers with this heavy thing on?
Without opening her eyes, Sarah shrugged out of the robe, then continued stretching. Arching against the bed with feline grace, she stretched her back, her arms sliding easily across the silk sheets. Purring happily, she drank in the pleasant sensation of being well-rested, despite her late night. Then it registered.
"Silk sheets?" Sarah sat up with a start, her emerald eyes wide in surprise. "Oh fuck!"
Looking around wildly as her heart raced, Sarah gasped to find herself back in Jareth's chambers and more precisely, in his bed.
"Eeep!" she squeaked, "How the hell did I get here?" Dropping her head to peer under the covers she breathed a sigh of relief, "At least I'm still wearing what I was when I went to bed."
I fail to see why that is a good thing, pouted her libido. It would be much better to be naked in his bed, preferably with Jareth also in the bed….naked. And with that much nakedness, there would be bound to be….
Oh honestly, muttered her inner-voice in disbelief, interrupting the decidedly lewd train of thought the libido was offering. You were naked in this bed earlier in the evening, why should you be so relieved to be clothed now? Do you honestly think Jareth would take advantage of you while you were sleeping?
…. Um…. Well….I suppose not…. Sarah agreed, before another thought hit her. Hang on. How did I get here? The last thing I remember was eating the peach and then falling asleep under the tree….
If I had to guess, I would say that Jareth found you there and brought you here. Rather nice of him seeing as how this bed is far more comfortable than sleeping on the cold ground, even if the grass itself was nice and soft, grumbled her inner-voice.
Smiling, Sarah found herself wondering if Jareth had noticed what she was wearing under the robe. With one last stretch, Sarah pushed the covers down and slid out of the bed. Hearing only her own movements, Sarah breathed a sigh of relief – she was alone. She glanced around the room, taking in the rich furnishings that Jareth surrounded himself with. While the colors themselves were rich, the room was not overdone or crowded.
Quietly humming, Sarah padded through the open French doors onto the stone balcony and leaned against the railings. The view that met her eyes left her stunned. Stretching far into the distance was the Labyrinth, the twists and turns fading over the horizon.
….Wow. It is much bigger than I thought. I must've only conquered a small part of it….
Below her, Sarah saw the garden she was in last night and on the other side of the garden walls, the Goblin City, with goblins bustling busily through the streets. Smiling she watched as the goblins raced back and forth, the sounds of the goblin market drifting toward the castle, carried on the gentle morning breeze.
"Jareth is so lucky. He's got a gorgeous view like this to enjoy every morning," she said, drinking in the peaceful feeling of the sun on her face, warming her skin through the thin silk of Jareth's shirt that she had thrown on when she went to bed the night before.
"Oh, I don't think the view is usually this lovely," came the accented reply from behind her.
Sarah looked over her shoulder to see Jareth leaning against the balcony doors, his arms crossed, while his mismatched eyes danced over her body. Blushing at the appraising look Jareth gave her, Sarah's voice cracked when she spoke: "Why not?"
"Because, Precious… my view usually does not include you, wearing my shirt and nothing else," he answered, his lips twisting with amusement as he stepped up behind her to wrap his arms around her waist.
Leaning her head back against his shoulder, Sarah's fell shut and she smiled, purring as the warmth of his body seeped through the silk to caress her bare flesh beneath.
Jareth kissed her cheek, before his attention was drawn to the pendant hanging between her breasts, a sultry smirk teasing his lips at the pulsing, vibrant purple light emanating from the crystal. His fingers caressed the crystal, drawing her attention to it as it glowed brighter.
"Although I must thank you for fulfilling that particular fantasy of mine, Pet," Jareth drawled, fingering the pendant, his breath hot against her neck as he feathered kisses on the exposed column of ivory. "It is quite a gorgeous sight and I wouldn't object being afforded this view more often."
"Well, you left the shirt with me and there were no rules stating that I couldn't wear it again," Sarah blushed, her voice taking on a hoarse rasp that she recognized as betraying her own desires. She fervently hoped that Jareth hadn't noticed, but judging from the way his hands had found their way under the hem of the shirt as it grazed her thighs, she was pretty sure he had.
"I had rather hoped you would choose to wear the shirt again, Sarah," he murmured against her neck. "Although as of this moment, I am more inclined to see you without it."
Pressing his hands against the outside of her thighs, Jareth turned her toward him, his eyes darkening visibly. Sarah felt her breath catch in her throat at the intense way he looked at her, as if he could devour her whole and already knew exactly what she would taste like.
Of course he knows that, drooled her libido at the feel of his hands on her bare body once more. He had a pretty good taste of you last night!
At that thought Sarah flushed crimson.
Before she could respond, Jareth lips met hers, light at first before crushing against them. He heard her whimper as his tongue darted out, flitting lightly over her lips, tasting the remainder of the peach nectar that dotted them. Feeling her melt against him as her lips parted in invitation, Jareth pulled her tighter against his body, his hands moving upward under the shirt, taking the hem with it. One hand paused to grip her hip while the other moved up to the center of her back, curled fingers caressing her tenderly. With his tongue thrusting against hers, he barely registered that she was moving until her hands twined in his hair, urging him closer still while deepening the kiss – a low groan rumbling in the back of his throat at the feeling of her hands demanding more of him.
Sarah felt the shirt dragging upward as Jareth's hands moved over her body, the warm morning breeze dancing over her exposed skin, as each touch of his hands sent electric bolts zinging through her body, to pool in her belly. Trying desperately to quiet the squeaks of reproach from her inner-self at being half-naked on an open balcony of the castle, Sarah threw herself into the kiss with an unabashed fervor that made her own libido blush. Whimpering as his lips left hers to trace down her neck, Sarah tried to focus on what he was saying, but all she really wanted was more of his kisses and the feel of his hands on her body.
"I believe you and I have some unfinished business, Precious. Business I should very much like to conclude….Now. In fact," he purred silkily.
….Oh Gods…. This is really happening….
Hell yes! Yelped her libido with lustful glee.
Jareth leaned back to look at Sarah, amazed by the way the morning sunlight made her seem to glow, suffusing her naked body with a creamy aura. Her emerald eyes gazed back at him, shining bright in the morning light as her breathing sped up. Sliding one hand to caress the small of her back, the other palmed her breast through the silk. His thumb rubbed firmly over the taut bud feeling it grow harder and tighter, the touch eliciting a soft moan from Sarah, as her body trembled against him.
Sarah watched as he leaned in once more, eagerly awaiting another kiss, only to gasp with delight when he suddenly swooped down, his hot mouth sucking a taut nipple into its moist confines. His mouth incredibly hot and wet against the silk.
"Jareth!" she gasped, as her hands instinctively came up, grasping at his hair as he pulled deeply on her, his teeth pinching the nippled firmly, before releasing it to the tender ministrations of his tongue. All the while, the fingers of his other hand toyed with the other nipple, teasing it and twirling it, making Sarah dance and squirm as she was pinned between his firm body and the hard stone railing behind her. Through it all, the fire in her core burned hotter until she was sure it should be singeing him as they pressed together.
There were no words now, only inarticulate grunts and gasps, tempered by the odd painful pinch of his teeth and fingers that sent sharp jolts of pleasure straight to her center, the liquid heat seeping from her in response.
Unable to stand the torture and her inability to touch him, Sarah twisted a hand into the wild hair on the back of his head and forcefully pulled his head toward hers, until her lips met his in a hungry kiss. This was no coaxing gentle kiss. Sarah plundered his mouth with a passion she didn't recognize as her own, although her body did, as she felt her heart beat pounding in her belly, each throb sending burning drips to slide against her inner thighs. With his lips busy, Sarah's other hand tugged at the laces that held his shirt closed.
"Sorry," she muttered into his mouth at the sound of tearing fabric, as she jerked viciously at the laces, her lips never leaving his.
"S'okay," he rumbled, resuming the kiss while his hands slid around to grip her ass, lifting her upward.
Growling low against his lips, Sarah wrapped her legs tightly around his hips as her hands slid under the silk of his shirt, her fingers splayed across his lightly muscled chest. Finally able to touch him, Sarah grazed her nails over his chest, swallowing his groan at her rough caress.
"Too. Many. Clothes," Sarah ground out between kisses, her hands trying to push the shirt from his shoulders, as her own body held it fast, pressed against him.
Jareth hissed as she wriggled against him, her body hot and wet against his waist as she panted and whimpered in her struggle to slide the shirt from his chest. Giving up on his shirt, Sarah's hands found their way back to his head, to tug it back, her lips and teeth finding his neck. A hungry purr hummed against his throat as she sucked and nibbled her way around his neck, small teeth dragging along the pale skin.
"Please," she moaned, licking his neck before latching onto his earlobe with her sharp teeth, the sensation nearly driving him to his knees, as a bolt of sheer pleasure rocketed through him. Arms tightening around her, he turned, carrying her back into his rooms, while she continued to suck and bite at his ear, each nibble sending further shock waves through him.
…. Ye Gods!... She is definitely my match….
With a snarl from Jareth, Sarah found herself being dropped into the middle of the bed. As quickly as she was dropped, she sprung up, kneeling on the edge of the bed, her eyes bright as her hands gripped the drawstring of his pajama bottoms, quickly tugging it loose to let the material slide over his hips. Distracted by his swift movements, Sarah looked up as Jareth yanked the shirt over his head and sent it flying into a corner. Their eyes met, locked for a split second before she blushed hotly, realizing that not only was she ogling the very naked, Greek-godlike physique of the Goblin King, but sitting on his bed as she was, she now had a very good eyeful of just what he hid in his trousers – And the trousers didn't even do it justice!
Jareth peered down at Sarah, his eyebrow raised in a sardonic smirk as he watched her reaction.
"Problem, Pet?" he asked, the question a sultry hum in the sexually-charged atmosphere of the room. Chuckling darkly at her glazed expression as she shook her head, he continued, "So tell me then, Precious… do you think I am over-compensating for anything with the big castle and such?"
Seeing the smirk on his face, Sarah's libido woke up, spurring her to action. Determined to wipe that supercilious smirk from his face, she reached out with a manicured hand and grasped him, tenderly but firmly. Peering up at him, her green eyes flashed impishly, as she licked her lips, running her soft tongue around them, fully aware of his searching look.
"No. Definitely. Justified," she purred, punctuating each word with a light kiss along the length of him, her body buzzing at Jareth's sharp intake of breath.
As for Jareth, his libido was convinced his every Christmas, birthday and every other gift-giving holiday had just come at once. The sight of Sarah, holding him, much-less her lips on him and the look of sheer seductive glee shining behind her emerald eyes was almost too much to bear. Then, as he looked down to drag her away, she did something that had long been a part of this particular fantasy, but not something he actually expected her to do. In one graceful move, she swooped down upon him with her lips, tearing a surprised grunt of pleasure from deep within him as he was engulfed by her. Unthinking, his hands found her hair, fisting handfuls of it, his eyes glued to the sight of her, as his body quaked at the electric sensations that flooded through him.
Moments passed that felt like and eternity, each caress building the fire within him. The pleasure found at her touch almost unbearable. He was torn between the desire to let her continue, and the need to ravish her thoroughly.
In the end, ravishing won out.
With a growl of unbridled desire coupled with an immense amount of willpower, Jareth pulled her head away, feeling his chest constrict at the mournful whimper that spilled past her lips.
"But…" she protested, gasping and pulling against his hands as they held fast in her hair, clearly trying to return to what she had been doing.
"Later," came the hoarse reply, as his lips sought hers in a bruising kiss that left them both breathless. "I promise you can do that as long as you want, but for now…." His words trailed off, as he became distracted by his own desires that could no longer be denied.
Abruptly releasing her hair, Jareth grabbed the bunched hem of her shirt and ripped it over her head in one fluid movement that left her bare before him. Once more his lips found hers, grinding against them as his tongue thrust wildly alongside hers, wrestling for control, with neither giving in. Crushing her to him, his hands grasped the back of her thighs, lifting her from her knees to lay her back upon the bed, his body coming to kneel between her parted legs.
Seeing her laid out before him, open and wanting, Jareth felt his heart ache. All of the nights he had dreamt of this. All of the hours spent wondering if she would ever call for him. All of the days spent conjuring crystals to watch her, while longing to be part of her life. All of them, every last minute, coming down to this one moment in time. Here she was. Sarah. His Sarah. The Champion. The girl who ate the peach, forgot everything and still beat him at his own game. His equal.
It had to be a dream.
"Jareth…please…." Sarah moaned, her verdant eyes locked to his as he looked down at her.
That was all it took.
Eight years of longing. Two words that returned his power. One thrust.
And the dream was real.
A longing groan burst from his throat as her warmth embraced him. He froze. With his eyes shut, his expression caught at a moment that was both exquisite and agonizing. Breathing deep the tangible scent of her, Jareth savored the sensation as her warmth seemed to seep inside his skin, warming him from the inside out. With a hitch in his breath, he was pulled from his reverie by a silken caress as she slowly traced a finger along his arched eyebrows, down along his nose, over his cheekbones, to trail across his lips. Opening his eyes he saw hers, boring into him with all of the emotion that she held behind their emerald depths.
She was here. This was real. The Lord of Dreams at last granted a dream of his own.
And together they moved. Slowly at first. Drawing out each touch, to cherish each whimper and gasp. The sensual slide of flesh upon flesh that burned brightly through them. Gradually the fire built, their movements increasing in response. Faster. Stronger. Her legs wrapped tightly around him, drawing him deeper within. Lost to each other, attuned only to the inferno that raged within them, they passed the power of desire back and forth between them, letting it fill them, rushing through them with each touch, each driving caress that melded them together.
Then, in a blinding flash they found the peak – together at last.
One sharp cry, the King's name carried upon the breeze into the city.
One powerful roar of completion, echoing over the kingdom.
And the Labyrinth smiled, as the lovers collapsed together in a dreamless sleep.
Sarah was dimly aware of a rumbling purr that seemed to be coming from her pillow. Lifting her head, she grinned realizing that while her pillow was indeed purring, it wasn't some mutant pillow-cat, but rather a very contented looking Goblin King, upon whom her head had been resting. Sitting up, she lightly kissed the tip of his nose, as her fingers traced his fine cheekbones once more.
"Is there a reason you keep doing that?" Jareth asked, a bemused smile teasing his lips as he cracked an eye to look at her, marveling at the way the sunlight from the window cast a golden aura around her, his own surreal goddess-queen.
Shrugging, Sarah went to pull her hand away, only to have her wrist caught fast in his hand, before being tugged toward his lips, where he placed a tender kiss upon her palm.
"I don't know," she whispered as she leaned against his chest, letting him enfold her in his arms. "What time is it?" she asked, looking around for a clock before realizing that even if she found one, she had no way of knowing what time it was at home.
"Here, it is around 9a.m. Above, approximately 1 p.m.," he replied, his lips whispering softly against the skin of her neck.
Nibbling her lip with a crestfallen look, Sarah sighed. "I should probably get back then. I have class at 2 p.m."
His fingers caressed her chin, tenderly tilting her head upward, his lips grazing hers. "Spend the day with me, my Sarah. See my world. Just for a day. I know it is selfish of me, but I am not ready to see you leave once more. Call it the date that you owe me. The last date of the six you promised me."
Sarah looked at him, still the imposing Goblin King she remembered and yet, there was something more in the way he looked at her. Something she couldn't quite place.
…The last date…. She thought sadly….One more date and then…. And then what?... She couldn't bear the thought of not seeing him after this, but six dates was all he had asked and all she had agreed to.
Kissing her softly again, he pressed his forehead against hers. "One day, Sarah. Give me one day to show you my life and my heart," he murmured.
Returning the kiss, Sarah nodded. "One day." While inside she pleaded with whatever powers were twisting the strands of their fates, that this one day was not to be the laste.