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The Goblin King of Rock 'n' Roll	By : Jetredgirl Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 3801 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 9
- 10
- 11
So the "M" rating begins. Just a little lime juice for you all ;)
Chapter 9.
The next morning Sarah got up early and packed her bags, then went down to the lobby to meet the entourage who would all be traveling together on Jareth' plane.
When she got there he saw Hoggleston, Mr. Fox, and Luddy. Jareth's band, Jerry The cook, Hazel and her husband Stan, the tour manager, and a few others she recognized from the crew rounded out the entourage.
She also saw Roxy hanging off the drummer, Michael's arm.
Ohhh..so that is how she wheedled her way on, through the drummer, Sarah thought.
She shook her head a little. She had a suspicion that Michael was going to get very hurt when he found out the truth of that situation.
The blonde looked up from flirting with the musician, meeting her eyes. She then looked away quickly, like she was slightly ashamed to be there.
Sarah found this odd, but let it go. She had best just be polite.
Finally Jareth appeared, escorted by one of his bodyguards. Sarah had found out the day before his name was Tim, and he had worked for Jareth for 4 years now.
He also had a wife and 5 kids he was supporting, and thanks to this job, did so very well. Though it meant so much time away from them right now.
The other guard, the one who took the night shift, Sarah had not talked to yet. She knew his name was Juan, and that was about it.
Jareth greeted the group. Good morning everyone!" We are finally off to England! Everyone is here, yes?"
He looked around mentally checking off names as he saw the faces. He stopped at seeing Roxy, frowning briefly, then continued on until his eye rested on Sarah, who got a brief smile.
Sarah smiled back, but tried to make it look casual.
"Shall we then?" Jareth said, everyone gathered into the cars waiting, and made their way to the airport.
Sarah was of course put into Jareth's car with, Hoggleston, Stan and Hazel too. Jareth insisted she sit next to him while he talked to Stan about the itinerary. Sarah tried to scoot over to give him so space, but he would only move closer, so she finally stayed put, and fidgeted.
Her eyes met Hazel's, and the older woman gave her a knowing look and sympathetic smile.
Hoggleston tried to look anywhere but at Jareth and Sarah. He could see the bond weaving itself, beginning to bind her to HIM.
He knew it was supposed to happen, but he prayed she would not be hurt or lost in the process.
He knew when she was in The Labyrinth she was the chosen one. The Labyrinth itself had forewarned him of her impending arrival. That he was to cooperate to help the king to keep her there. In the end, he could not do it.
She was just too young, too innocent. She needed time to learn and grow. To help Jareth retrieve her was his punishment.
The only thing that keep him going about his task, was that once she was the queen, she would remain as such for all time and he could see her occasionally. She would never die in the mortal world.
He desperately hoped she would forgive him someday, once all was said and done and she got her memory back.
They finally arrived at the airport and made their way through security, boarding the plane and waited for takeoff clearance.
Sarah was grateful for a seat in the back, trying to distract herself but going over her notes and doing more outlining and blocking.
Eventually Jareth plopped into the seat beside her, and everyone got settled and strapped in.
Finally they were off. Sarah's grip tightened on the armrest. She hated this part most. She didn't mind flying, but takeoffs and landings always made her nervous.
She closed her eyes and sent out a silent prayer. She felt long fingers wrap around her hand, and opened her eyes.
"Afraid to fly, Sarah?" Jareth asked in a whisper.
"No, just afraid to take off and land" She whispered back, a nervous giggle escaping her lips.
"Ah. Do not worry my love, I would never let anything happen to you." He said, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.
A warm feeling went through her at him calling her "my love." He had this way of making such declarations seem like they were absolute fact, that nothing would ever happen to her as long as he was there to shield her from it.
She wanted to believe it with every fiber of her being, but she had a deep fear that ultimately the one who would hurt her the most, was him.
She put everything away and leaned back once the plane leveled off. She noticed Jareth had closed his eyes and drifted off, but still held her hand.
Looking around she noticed Roxy was sitting next to Michael. He was chattering away at her ,but she was staring at them.
In a very peculiar way, almost like trying to figure out what was going on between them, and trying to find the weakness in it.
Roxy noticed Sarah was looking back at her and turned away, face reddening.
No one hated themselves more than Roxy Love in this moment.
Sarah drifted off, her head eventually laying on Jareth shoulder.
Others on the flight noticed, giving each other silent looks of wonder and interest. Jareth was showing more interest in the woman than they had every seen. They kept their thoughts to themselves, letting the two be. He had no tolerance for gossip about himself.
A couple of hours later Jareth woke up, noticing Sarah was still asleep.
He was about lay his head back down, not wanting to disturb her, when he saw a little red book peeking out of a pocket on her bag. He gently maneuvered until he could slip it out of the pocket and hold it in his hands.
He could feel The Labyrinth's magic in it. It took him back when he was first alerted to Sarah's presence. The book connected her to the maze, which was connected to him.
He had been shocked to discover the book in the hands of a 15 year old mortal girl. Her belief had been absolute, and what had led her to call upon him.
How she provoked him that night. She drove him crazy, undoing his traps and riddles, angering him, smarting off. He had loved it. Finally a proper challenge.
As time went on he was dumbfounded that he had begun to desire her, care for her. A mortal slip of a girl. In the end he offered her everything, and she had rejected him. The pain was something he had never known before.
Back to the present, Sarah's eyes had opened and she was watching him. "I found that in a park when I was a teenager. It was one of my favorites for a while, read it over and over. Then suddenly I put it away and never thought of it again, until a few days ago."
He smiled tightly, saying nothing, but handed it back to her. "Do you believe in fairy tales, Sarah?" He whispered.
She tucked it back into her bag. "I used to. Then I made the decision to live in the real world. Lately though, it's all been coming back to me. The wonder, and the joy of fairy tales, and happily ever afters."
Jareth kissed her on the forehead, and got up to request a meal be brought out to the passengers.
Sarah felt her emotions begin to overwhelm her again, and quickly went into the small bathroom.
There was knock. "Sarah?" She heard Jareth say.
She sniffled a bit and wiped her face, opening the door a crack. "Yes?"
"Are you alright?" jareth asked, leaning against the door.
She opened it a bit more, and he shimmied past her to join her in the small room.
"I'm fine, just can't seem to control my emotions lately."
She was pressed up against the sink, and Jareth was literally inches away from her.
She reached up and touched his face. He pressed his cheek into her hand and met her eyes, swallowing hard.
"What are you doing to me, Jareth? Why do I feel this way? I just met you, but I can't stop myself."
She pulled his face to hers and kissed him.
He Held fast to her, capturing her lips, her tongue as it tangled with his. He moved his lips down her throat and nibbled on her neck and shoulder.
Sarah was in heaven. No man had ever mad her feel this way, with just a kiss, a touch.
She felt him kneel a little and lift her to perch on the sink, while he worked his tongue down to the edge of her shirt, pushing it down to get to more of her skin.
He pushed her shirt up and cupped one of her breasts, moving his thumb over a nipple, the sensation making her gasp and causing a bolt of desire to go straight down to her center, making her aroused and damp. She squirmed and rubbed against him automatically, her body seeking satisfaction.
He pushed her shirt all the way up, and then her bra. He gave her a wicked grin, kissed her on her full lips, then leaned down and took a rosy pink nipple in his mouth, sucking, the ran his tongue over and around making the peak hard and achy.
Every swipe of his tongue was another hammer against the wall she had been trying keep around her heart, her body. Every soft bite elicited soft moans from her lips.
Jareth was so enthralled with her response to he attentions to her body. He loved her soft moaning of his name. Her taste was was sweet like a ripe juicy peach, and he wanted to devour her.
His body was hard and ready to drive into her, to bring them both the release they were crying out for...but he stopped.
He pulled back and looked at her, flushed and damp with sweat and desire, as was he.
Her eyed slightly glazed, she looked back at him through half closed lids, her need obvious.
"Why did you stop?" She asked him, her voice husky.
He kissed her hard, pressing against her so she could feel him.
"Do feel that my Sarah? Jareth asked her, his voice almost a growl. "That is what you do to me. I would like nothing more than to strip you bare and join myself with you. But Sarah, you are..so..I don't want to take you here in a cramped airplane bathroom. I want to lay you on a bed full of silks and furs. I want to taste very part of you. I want to make love to you in every way we can think of, and when we are done, start again. I want to spend eternity with you, satisfying both of our desires."
Sarah gaped at him. Eternity? Is he asking me to..marry him? What the hell?! She pulled down her bra and shirt.
"Jareth, I admit that I want you. I can't fight that. But if you are saying what I think you might be... My career is just taking off, and I'm guessing that this will lead to other stuff, like babies and a house in the country and..I don't know if I'm ready for that."
A bolt of lightning went straight to his heart thinking of her pregnant with his child. He hugged her tightly for a moment, then reluctantly let her go and stepped away.
He grasped her arms and spoke. "That's isn't what I meant. At least not now. I got carried away, precious."
He opened the door and slid out of it, closing it behind him. Which left her to straighten her hair and clothing, giving her a few minutes before she followed him out.
When she rejoined him in their seats, she gave took his arm and gave it a squeeze. A few minutes later food came and it gave them something to concentrate on besides what had almost happened.
They ate and talked Jareth asking her all about her life. She gladly told him everything. He was so easy to talk to. In turn she asked him about his. Some things he was open about, some more evasive.
She was beginning to think he had a shady past he would rather not share.
Finally the pilot advised them to all strap in for landing.
Sarah heaved a big sigh of relief once they got on the ground and made it to the hotel.
Once again she was given the room next to Jareth's. Most everyone else was on the same floor too.
She saw Roxy and Michael had the room across from hers. Oh joy.
She put her things away and called her boss to let her know they had made it safely, then threw herself on the bed and thought about Jareth, about almost having sex with him in the airplane bathroom..everything that had happened the last 4 days.
She was baffled by the strength of her feelings for this man.
She shook it off, and went and took a long hot shower. She always hated the airplane smell that lingered post flight.
They were gathering downstairs in an hour or so for a celebratory gathering to kick off the European in the hotel bar and restaurant.
So she dressed nice, but casually,in a silky green shirt and black slacks. She put her hair up, and dabbed on a little makeup. She grabbed a small purse she had packed and slid her feet into some low heeled mules and left her room.
As she walked out she met Michael and Roxy. "Hey girl!" The drummer said, his arm around the blonde. Roxy gave her a tight smile. She Looked sexy as always, an tight red dress and high heels.
Sarah put on a smile. "Hey guys, on your way downstairs?"
The two nodded, and she was obligated to walk with them. Michael was chatty, cracking jokes and playing around. He was very taken with Roxy, Sarah noticed. She felt bad for him. She just knew in her gut Roxy didn't feel the same way.
Everyone met and drinks were ordered. Jareth making sure Sarah was at his immediate right at the head of the table.
Everyone drank and talked. Sarah was just enjoying seeing Jareth so relaxed, even laughing.
The alcohol didn't seem to affect him at all. Jareth was sure not like most musicians she had ever known. Most drank to excess often. She asked him about it.
"I've never been one to enjoy alcohol much, love. Plus too much puts on unnecessary pounds." Was his answer.
Sarah could understand that, he needed to keep himself in good shape. touring and performing took a lot out of a person. Alcohol was certainly not a good idea if you wanted to maintain a certain level of health.
Finally the gathering was over and they all went to their prospective rooms. As Sarah readied for bed, again she was tempted to go to him, to give in and give herself to him.
She could feel him, so nearby. She knew he was waiting for her to come. She couldn't bring herself to do it. Not tonight.
She crawled into bed and tossed and turned in frustration, finally, she slept.

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Sarah woke up to a gray London day. She showered and changed, and gathered her supplies in her bag. She had an idea to talk to some fans that day, finding out what was so appealing to them about Jareth King.
She left quickly, grabbing a coffee and pastry on the way. She used public transport to make the trek to the venue in London. It was fairly easy once she figured out which trains would get her there. She had always had a good sense of direction.
As she thought, there were people already waiting outside. She wandered through the crowd of about 30 or so people, asking questions, listening to anecdotes, and was generally impressed with the loyalty of these people to their favorite performer.
She was careful to not let it be known she was travelling with Jareth and his entourage, to avoid the pleading and cajoling to get her to introduce them to him. She had her creds and passes but kept them neatly tucked away.
After she was done, she had some fish &chips for lunch wrapped in newspaper, munching them on the way back. She had been to London once before and had fallen in love with the greasy English food, so it was quite a treat.
She took her time returning to the hotel, taking in the city, walking off her greasy, delicious lunch. It was a few miles and it was nice to get some exercise and fresh air.
When she walked into the hotel lobby. she was immediately met by Mr. Hoggleston, Mr. Fox, and Stan the tour manager.
Hoggleston was instantly in front of her. "Where have to you been Sarah? Mr. King was frantic! You can'y just disappear like that. He told me to escort you to his rooms as soon as I caught sight of ya!"
Stan was calmer. "Miss Williams, Jareth is fiercely protective of anyone under his care whether temporary or permanent. He insists to know if you leave the hotel at any time, so he can send someone along with you."
Sarah gaped at them both. "What do you mean, I've been here before. I was here for a month or so a few years ago, so I know my way around okay. I was working."
Mr. Fox waved a finger at her. "My Lady, with all due respect, we insist you do as Mr. King asks."
Sarah felt good old fashioned anger rise up. She had been taking care of herself for a long time.
"Well, then I guess I should go talk to Mr. King." She said tightly. She stomped to the elevators and pressed the button, tapping her foot.
While she was in the lift, her ire grew. How dare he! Jerk!
She fumed down the hallway, red faced, and showed her pass to the guard, who noticed her mood. He reluctantly knocked on the door and announced her, which Jareth opened immediately. He must have been waiting for her, or for word of her return.
Sarah pushed through the door, and he closed it. He stood in front ofher, arms crossed, a look of annoyance on his face.
"Where did you go Sarah? you can't just go traipsing around an unfamiliar city unescorted! Someone could do you harm!" He demanded.
Sarah stopped in front of him, fuming. "How DARE you, Mr. King! I am a grown damn woman! I have lived on my own since I was 19 years old. I have worked, paid my bills and took care of myself without YOUR assistance! Do not think you can boss me around like you do your other minions! I will NOT put up with it! I will go wherever I want, whenever I want, and do my damn job the way I see fit!"
Jareth grabbed her arms and met her angry stare for angry stare. "Insolent woman! Do you not understand I am responsible for your well being while you are part of this group! How dare you talk to me that way! if Something happened to you I could not live with myself! I rule here! Not you!" You will do as I say!"
Sarah wrenched herself out his grip. "Rule? Who The hell do you think you are? This isn't a monarchy, Your Majesty, and you would never be able to pay me enough to follow you around doing your bidding! I do not owe you an explanation of where I go, what I do, or who I do it with. But just so you know..I was talking to YOUR damn fans, who said some very nice things about you by the way. although I don't know why. You are a pompous conceited asshole, who thinks everyone and everything show bow to his will. Guess what Mr. King, not me. Not now not ever!"
Sarah ran to the door, wrenched it open and dashed to her room, unlocking it and go inside, locking the door behind her in fear he might follow.
She spent the afternoon to herself, trying to get past the fight she had with Jareth. She tried working for a while, but gave up when trying to write about him wasn't working. She kept mentally trying to fit the words "biggest jerk that ever existed" into her article somewhere.
She did some exercises to burn off the angry energy, then took a small nap.
She knew Jareth and most everyone else had already gone to the venue to get ready for the first of two London shows. They had a great deal of work to do. She still didn't feel like dealing with anyone, but knew she had to go.
She opting for her basic jeans and tshirt again. As she was pulling in her boots, there was a knock on the door.
Chef Jerry was there, with a cart of food."Good evening Miss Williams, Mr. King sent this for you."
She was tempted to slam the door, but since the man in front of her did nothing wrong, she waved him in.
"I have to get back, but here is a note, Mr. King asked me to deliver it to you personally." Jerry said. He handed her an envelope, nodded, and left.
She opened it and took out the note, and read:
Sarah,
I apologize for my earlier outburst. The thought of you gone, or worse, upset me greatly and I took it out on you. Please accept this repast as a peace offering. I do hope to see you later at concert.
Love,
Jareth
Sarah smiled a little, then frowned again. Really? Ugh! How can she stay mad at him when he does charming things like send her food and writing sweet notes?
There was also another rose on her plate. She picked it up and sniffed the sweetly scented flower.
Taking The lid off, she found a perfectly sized pizza for one, laden with cheese and pepperoni with mushrooms. She couldn't help but smile then. She had told him on the flight over that this was her favorite junk food.
She had no idea how he managed it, but she decided not to question it. She found an ice cold root beer to go with it, also something she had told him.
After eating her meal, she finished getting ready, and called downstairs to see if there was a car waiting.
There was so she quickly made her way down there, found her car, and left to the concert hall.
When she arrived, there was already a frenzy of activity. She had to ask several people to finally find her way to the dressing room area. Stan was just coming out of what surmised was Jareth's room.
He held the door open and gestured."Go on in, Miss williams." He said. She stepped in and noticed this room was much smaller than the place they had just come from. Hazel was just finishing up.
"Miss Williams!" She declared grinning at her. "good to see you. hon. I'm done here, so I'll leave you two to talk."
Hazel dashed out of the room, but stopped to give Sarah a knowing look. Apparently knowledge of their fight had gotten around the crew.
Jareth looked up and met her eyes in the mirror, then looked away.
"Did you enjoy your dinner, Sarah?" He finally asked.
Sarah nodded. "Yes, it was delicious. Thank you. I've been eating quite well these past few days. I think I will need to diet when I get home." She laughed.
For a long moment they didn't speak.
Then finally, "Jareth I.." Sarah started at the same time Jareth said, "Sarah will.." they both stopped again. Their eyes met again and they both laughed together.
"Please, after you." Jareth said.
Sarah blushed. "I'm sorry for my outburst. I know you are protective of...everyone. But really, I can find my way around. I'm used to taking care of myself."
Jareth smirked a little. "I should have realized, Sarah. Your strength and fire are what I always..well it's a good trait to have."
Sarah breathed a sigh of relief. "So...we're good then?" She asked.
Jareth stood and put his arms around her. "We are more than good, love." He said as he held her. They stayed that way for a fe minutes.

Jareth was shirtless, wearing a robe. Sarah indulged herself and rubbed her check on his smooth skin. He always smelled so damn good.
Before she got carried away, she pulled back and smiled up at him.
"Good. I think I will just watch from the side of the stage tonight. So I'm going to go and I'll see you out there, okay?"
Jareth smirk got a little wider. "Wherever you would like to be is fine. I'll see you wherever you are."
He kissed her and turned to finish getting ready.
Sarah left and found a good spot, out of sight of the audience, but a perfect view of the band.
There wasn't an opening act for these shows. so it wasn't long before Jareth and his band took the stage, and Sarah let herself get lost in his voice.
Sarah swayed to the music eyes closed. Everything faded away except him.
The crowd was having a great time too, she saw when she she peeked out. He knew how to command an audience that was for sure.
Once the concert was over, after 3 encores, The band came off stage sweaty and tired, but happy.
Jareth was grinning when he found Sarah. "Have fun?" He asked as he wiped his face and neck off with a small towel.
She noticed how he glowed a little when he was done performing. "You were wonderful!" You certainly have a way with charming people." She squeezed his arm.
He took her hand and kissed it. "Why thank you love. It's a gift."
After everyone changed and cooled off, the group made their way outside.
There were a throngs of people waiting to get autographs and pictures, and he and the band signed as much as they could and talked to as many fans as they could before they needed to catch their rides back to the hotel.
When finally they arrived there, still more people were waiting..especially the girls, several of whom Jareth had met up with before in London.
They flirted and touched him, cajoling for attention, trying to be invited to his room.
Jareth was patient but firmly denied them all, as Sarah was there trying not let her jealousy get the better of her.
She knew it was her idea to not show their mutual interest in public yet, but it was hard not to notice..he still liked the attention very much, whether he took them up on it or not.
Finally they got past all the fan and groupies and got to the elevators, getting to their floor where it was nice and quiet.
Jareth escorted her to her door.
"You have not said much since we left the hall, Sarah." Jareth said quietly so no one elses till milling about could hear.
"I know. I just...look Jareth, you are a pretty virile guy. I would understand if you went back down there and found someone else. It's not like we're a couple or anything just because we are attracted to each other. I know the score." Sarah whispered back.
"Anyway, goodnight." She turned to unlock her door.
"Wait." Jareth said, grabbing her arm. "Sarah, I don't want anyone else. Please know that. I realized tonight even being around those women, they pale in comparison to you. I can't change anything I've done, but I don't plan on repeating the same actions."
Well, he thought I might be able to change things, but the consequences of manipulating time could be the destruction of this moment.
He was not willing to take the chance.
Sarah felt her emotions taking her over, so she bit her lip to stop the quiver and avoided looking into his face. "Okay. well..I'm tired. Sleep well." She slipped into her open door and closed it behind her.
Jareth took a deep breath then let it out, sighing loudly.
He slowly turned and made his way to his rooms. Resigned to spending another night alone without Sarah.
He knew she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. Why did she keep denying both of them?
He nodded at the guard and went inside.
He stripped off his clothes and made his way to the bathroom, getting into the shower, all the while thinking about his Sarah.
"Sarah, please, don't make either of us wait much longer." He whispered.
He closed his eyes and let the water run over him, and let thoughts of her fill his mind. How I need you now, my love.
I HIGHLY recommend no one miss out on chapter 10, we are going to get down and lemony. I mean there is going to be so much tangy pulpy lemon juice everywhere, people *may* want to wear protective clothing. Or maybe plastic sheets like a Gallagher show. For those who don't know who the comedian Gallagher is, look him up. He hits watermelons with sledgehammers, and provides the first several rows of his audience with plastic sheeting.
The last week has been a real challenge to my writing. I literally could not write a word for 4 days. I would stare blankly at my computer screen for hours willing it to come, but it would not. Yesterday I finally managed a few paragraphs so I think I'm coming out of my anxiety fog. If you have it you know what I'm talking about. You can do things like walk, talk, eat, sleep, breathe, anything automatic, but cognitive thought is beyond you, I only have bouts like this a few times a year thankfully, but it's super frustrating.
Glad my "song" was well received. Trust me when I say that is the absolute best I can do in that arena. I always wished I could write poetry and lyrics but alas, I think my brain just doesn't work that way haha. Which is odd since my brain is made up of about 75% of other people's songs! Probably more than that but I'm giving it the benefit of the doubt that 25% might be free to use for other things besides storing song lyrics ;)
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