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His Champion's Journey	By : Jetredgirl Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 4626 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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They set off early the next day, Sarah firmly by Jareth's side, no longer walking behind. He wanted her close.
In the afternoon they were not far from where the valley gave way to the wastelands. They could see it on the horizon, a dull brown stretch as far as they could see, the river branching off into smaller streams and reaching into the haze like spindly fingers.
By sunset they had reached where the vegetation was spreading out and becoming sparse.
Jareth chose this spot as a good place to rest before heading into the wastes. They could fish and find some fruit and tubers for that would last. They had 6 days to get to The Labyrinth.
Had it really only been a week? Sarah thought to herself. It seemed like she had always been here in the valley, with Jareth. It wasn't so bad really, being here.
They washed out all their clothes and blankets, Getting ready for what was to come. Jareth explained water was sparse in the wastes. He knew where there were some small ponds, but they would not be like the river.
The two new lovers sat close as they ate, feeding each other and laughing, making a mess. The moon came up and they cuddled under their blankets, touching, talking and kissing, sometimes just staring at the stars. It seemed to them they were the only two beings in the universe.
"Oh wait, I have something for you." Jareth said. He sat up and dug around in his bag.
Sarah's eyes lit up. "A present?" She grinned, sitting up with him.
He pulled it out of his bag and hid it in his hands. "Close your eyes."
She did and felt him place something over her head, and a small weight settled between her breasts.
She opened her eyes and looked down, picking the object up to get a good look.
"This is what you've been craving isn't it?" She asked.
It was an intricately carved small wooden owl much like his animal form. Sarah was amazed at how detailed it was.
"Thank you..Jareth. It is the most beautiful thing anyone has even given me."
She looked up and they way he was watching her, with such intensity, it caused her heart to race.
No one had ever looked at her like like that.
"I used an extra cord I had in my bag to make the string. Do you truly like it?" He implored.
She nodded, holding it in her hand like it was made of the most precious substance in the world, and not a piece of common wood.
"Jareth..before we continue to the wasteland, before we go any further..I want you to know...I..you..you mean a lot to me. I never thought I would even like you much less..well, care for you."
He laid a hand on her cheek, his eyes full of an emotion he dare not speak of. "Sarah, you are..quite special to me also. You will always have me. If we do not succeed, if I pay the price I must pay for failing...please do not forget me. Be happy, live your life, but carry me with you always?"
Sarah's heart nearly burst from her body, so full it was. She dared not speak. So she kissed him. She pushed him to the blanket and straddled him. She removed her clothes and his. sensuously sliding against him, then she reached between them and positioned his shaft against her center and lowered herself, taking him inside.
Jareth grasped her hips and pushed up to meet her. She rocked her body against his, taking them both to the heights of pleasure. When they had both found release, Sarah laid atop him as his arms were wrapped around her, neither wanting to be separated from the other. They stayed this way until morning. Barely sleeping.
The next morning they woke early, gathered as much food as they could, filling their packs, and set off.
"The wastes are appropriately named, I'd say." Sarah remarked after they had been walking for hours. The plants had thinned out and started to turn brown. There were more rocks than anything.
"You could say that." Jareth replied. "If you see anyone out here it is best to avoid them. Most of those who live out here are cast out from their families and clans, though small groups of natives do exist, with their own ways of life. Harsh ways."
This alarmed Sarah. "Will they be trouble?"
"If they are outcasts, they may recognize me as a king and that would be trouble. They could try to hold us to gain leverage. The clans...well they are bit of an enigma. It is hard to know what to think about those who would choose to live out here. "A human woman could be a curiosity to some. Best you stay away from them. They don't exactly have the same way of courting as the rest of the underground. It is more like take first, ask later. They may pay us no mind as we hardly look like we are just coming from a ball now do we." He said, smiling.
She laughed, looking down. Her jeans were torn and stained, though clean for the moment. They would not be for long. She had started with 3 t-shirts and was down to two, and was wearing 2 pairs of socks to give her feets a little cushion.
Jareth looked gorgeous and rugged, His remaining tunic hanging loose, his boots broken in and dusty, his hair falling out of it's ponytail.
"You know," Sarah began. "I never knew the markings you had years ago was just makeup. I thought it was part of your skin."
He laughed. "It's part of being a royal, wearing the face paint. Comes with the territory. I am glad that I'm not required to wear it out here, it would be highly uncomfortable to do so."
"I wonder how I would look in some royal face paint." She answered, flipping her hair and giving Jareth a saucy pose.
"Gorgeous I'm sure. Perhaps when we get to my castle you can try it for yourself. I will help you." Jareth offered.
The thought of her wearing royal markings made his heart ache. If only, he thought. She would never really want that. This..whatever it was, was temporary. He knew that. He would enjoy her company for as long as he had it, then he would let her go. As it should be.
"Oh look!" Sarah said suddenly, pointing to the ground.
Littering the ground were tiny, glittery shards of shells.
She picked one up. The were like glass. Shimmery glass. "Can I keep a few? You know, as a souvenir?"
"They are fragments of eggs. The shells are harmless." He answered.
She gather a handful of the iridescent shards and put them in the front pocket of her pack.
"Wait..eggs?" She paused, curious.
"Glass spiders." He said, shrugging his shoulders. "They lay hundreds at a time. When the babies hatch the eggs shatter. This must have been a nesting area. We just want to make sure we don't run into any. The eggs are pretty, but the creatures that come out of them are deadly."
Sarah looked around apprehensively. "Do you think they are close by?"
"Hard to tell. As they are made almost entirely of sand glass, they are not easy to see until they are far too close for comfort. For you they would be especially difficult. Listen for chittering noises, and if you hear a high pitched roar, run like Hades."
"So noted." Sarah said, a shudder going through her. Ugh. She hated spiders and had severe arachnophobia. "Any other creatures out here I need to watch out for?"
"A few. Be careful where you sit. Not all rocks, are rocks. Sand serpents dwell under the sands, but come up for food, so stay away from any large holes. It mean they are waiting for something tasty to fall in. For personal experience, I can vouch that you are quite tasty." His eyes glinted wickedly and he licked his lips.
Sarah blushed, tapping him on the arm and laughing. "Oh stop. Pervert."
He snickered at her shyness. "You certainly didn't complain early this morning."
"Neither did you." She shot back.
Jareth laughed. How he loved bantering with this woman. She gave as good as she got. There was nothing worse that a simpering, compliant milquetoast of a female.
Who would have thought The great Goblin King would prefer argumentative, insolent human to an immortal woman who would live to please him, strive to be the perfect hostess, and demurely defer to her king?
He always was rebellious and hard headed, so it would figure he would want the same in a female companion.
High born underground females were trained from birth in manners, breeding, all the traits needed of good wives. Especially if one was to be the wife of a king.
Of course, Sarah would never want that.
That thought made The Goblin King's mood shift. Of course she would not. She refused him once, what would make him think she would not readily do so again? Because they had been intimate? He knew in the above, as underground in some circles, sex was a casual thing for many.
Granted, he was no innocent, but there were people for that here. Women and men who served society through pleasure. Making sure needs were taken care of. These people were highly revered, not slaves and lived well.. They were not looked down upon either.
Of course people had affairs, but it was discreet. He had affairs. Women loved The Goblin King. Men of power had little trouble finding a partner.
No one wanted to marry him. He was considered untamable, rude, and arrogant. The women thrilled to him as a lover, but had no desire to take on the mantle of Goblin Queen. To live beyond the wastes away from underground society, overseeing a kingdom full of wild creatures with very few of their kind around to socialize with.
Not that he wanted them to. He enjoyed his freedom, his life. He liked being the naughty lover women wanted to take into a closet and let him do what he wanted to them.
He even liked living out on the edge of the underground, away from proper society. He didn't even mind, much, being put in charge of a band of filthy goblins and assorted creatures who made their way into The Labyrinth.
Then he found Sarah. She had been barely into her teen years when he first saw her on a flight through the above.
Playing in the park, her dog her loyal steed. Bright jade eyes, dark hair, pale skin. Her absolute belief enchanted him, and he watched her often. She was far too young to consider courting, but the feeling in his gut had been to leave her the book. He had placed it in a spot she would see it and she took the bait.
As she acted the book out over and over, he knew she would call on him, and eventually she did.
Then she won. He honestly had no conscious intention of letting her win. He thought she would lose, that the game would end as it always had. He had become far too invested in the girl, let himself actually care what happened to her. If he wouldn't have, he would have left her to rot in the oubliette, waiting for some of the nastier tunnel dwellers to find her and torment her, but no. He suddenly had a case of nobility and told the dwarf to let her free. Then he thought, well if she accepts his offer in the end, taking the crystal would grant her immortality, and he could claim her as his future bride as was his right, so all was not lost. After all, he did need an heir, and she was attractive, though he would have waited to wed her until she was of age. He would have even sent the child home if she wished it, as a peace offering.
That isn't what happened, and he had been furious at himself and her. He had even convinced himself he had been a fool, that some human would never be good enough, that it was a good thing. She was too stubborn and he would quickly tire of fighting with her.
He even convinced himself of his dislike for the girl. She had been a passing fancy because of her vibrant imagination calling not only to him, but to the very heart of the blasted maze.
But now..now what was he to do. He could not face offering his heart and soul to someone who would be leaving in a few days.
"I suppose whatever happens, will happen." He muttered to himself out loud, kicking a rock out of his way.
"Did you say something?" Sarah asked him. He had almost forgotten she was next to him.
"Not really, just thinking out loud." Jareth replied quickly.
"I talk to myself all the time, and I always say that very thing." She told him with a smile.
"Tell me about your life, Sarah." He urged. If she was talking, maybe it would give him less time to think.
"Let's see. Before you met me I was just a kid, so not much exciting there. My parents divorced when I was 10, father remarried, they had Toby." She started.
"After that night, things changed. I was a better person. I was kinder, less selfish. Despite everything, I think it was good thing it happened. You taught me some good lessons." She smiled at him.
"That is part of the experience." He said. Glad she did not regret it.
"Then I graduated high school and went to college. I took art, and became an illustrator for children's books."
"Not acting?" He asked.
Sarah laughed at that. He remembered. "Oh God no. I was horrible at it. I tried out for a few plays and was rejected every time. I was always told to tone it down I sounded like an overdramatic teenager."
"Yes..well.." he answered, grinning.
"Yeah, I was. I know. She giggled. "I'm pretty much alone most of the time really. I'm what humans call, introverted. I like reading, and writing, painting, and listening to music. A few friends, but no one close. Except Toby. We are close."
Jareth was glad of this too. "How is the boy?"
"Tall. Taller than me. He is 14 now. Just hitting the throes of puberty. Loves playing baseball."
She sighed, thinking of him. "He would be miserable here. I can't let them take him."
Jareth put an arm around her. "Not to worry, we are going to win. Sarah. Remember?"
She nodded, trying not to cry anymore.
"Back to you," Jareth said. "Boyfriends?"
"A few over the years, no one really special. I lost my virginity to my college boyfriend. I mean I liked him, thought it was more for a bit, but in reality, I think I just did it because I thought I should because everyone else was. He was nice, sweet to me, but it wasn't...what I was looking for I guess." She shrugged.
She could have told him the truth. None of them had ever compared to him. Though she had talked herself into disliking the arrogant king, deep down she knew she was incredibly attracted and fascinated by him. All her darkest desires had always involved him. Often when she had sex in the past, she pictured him instead of whatever boyfriend she had been with. It was the only way she had really enjoyed the experience.
She hadn't had a lover in several years until Jareth. She had given up trying to find anyone to make her happy, and looked ahead to a rather solitary life. She wanted a child or two someday, but couldn't picture herself marrying anyone and settling down.
Except now. She had lain awake the night before, picturing herself at Jareth's side. They would fight and argue, certainly, but she had a feeling making up would be spectacular with Jareth.
Then she remembered, she was human. in 50 years she would an old woman, and he would be..Jareth. Why would he want to marry her? Have immortal children? So they could watch her grow old and die? To do so would mean she would miss everything important in their lives, and she definitely didn't want her husband and kids crying over her grave for eternity. That was too sad to think of.
He would look at her aging body with pity and sadness, and wouldn't want her then. Sure he would smile and say he did. but she knew the truth. Of course he wouldn't. Why would he want to cuddle up to an old crone when he was still so beautiful?
No. It was better to have this brief time with him while she was still young, and they could enjoy each other. Then they could part friends and go on with their lives in their own worlds.
She could carry the sweet memories of him with her all her life, and it would keep her going, knowing she once knew such passion.
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