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From Darkness Into Light	By : Jetredgirl Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 5084 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This is a super long chapter, I could have cut it in half but..eh..why not just leave it as is? Enjoy :)
As Tommy came around, he realized that he was very uncomfortable. He tried to turn but there were things under him, around him. Hard, unforgiving objects poking into him.
"Bloody hell." He opened his eyes and look around. Sitting up he took in his surroundings.
For as far as he could see was piles and piles of junk. Garbage. He himself was sitting on a rather large pile of whiskey bottles. "Ugh. where am I now?"
He half climbed half slid down the pile, bottles sliding with him. Some were beating him to the ground and shattering. He would have to be careful of the broken glass.
Finally his feet hit the bottom. He crouched and one hand hit the ground, glass slicing into his hand.
"Damn it!"
Examining his hand, he saw it wasn't bad. He looked around and found a piece of cloth and wound it around his palm to slow the blood.
He carefully wove his way through the junk, trying to keep from falling again. After a few minutes he noticed some of the piles of junk were moving.
"Well that's disturbing isn't it."
"You have room to talk, Man who looks like the King." Said a walking junk pile. "You are pretty disturbing yourself."
He saw a wrinkled face peeking out at him from the middle of the pile.
"I didn't mean to insult anyone. This whole place is just nuts!" He yelled. He was tired, dirty and in a hurry and it was frustrating the hell out of him. "Where am I anyway?"
The face snickered at him. "So close but yet so far.." It said in a sing songy voice. "We're all mad here. You should know. Arrogant king got his comeuppance we see. Now you can join us in the junk. "
He gave the face a foul look. "I think not. This place is frankly disgusting. I'm not staying here."
"Oh but aren't you?" The face hissed. "You like the junk. You like to fill your veins with it. You pretend you like to be clean, when inside you are as dirty as anyone here. You can't see it, but it's there. We smell it. The junk inside you. Look what you did to the body of such a king."
It held out it's filthy hand. "Here, have something for you, we do. What you want. What you crave." In the hand was one single pill. Tommy held out his hand and the creature laid it in his cloth covered palm. Then with the other hand handed him a bottle. "Drink, enjoy, then join us. Then when we all die, you will come with us. The Lady, she will be waiting for you there..in death...look at what you did, you killed us all."
The walking junkpile turn away, leaving him to his thoughts.
His head was still hurting, but not badly. He looked at the pill in one hand and the bottle in the other.
Then he looked up at the castle, not far away anymore.
"No more..I can't do it anymore.." He said to himself making a decision.
Tommy threw the pill away and the bottle as far as he could. He heard it crash somewhere behind him as he kept walking.
He approached the gates to the walled city surrounding the castle. They opened for him.
The goblins and creatures lined the street as he stalked by them. They stared and whispered.
"Was that the King?" They said. Some thought it was, but some disagreed. Their king wearing human clothes? Dirty and bedraggled from trekking through The Labyrinth? Their king would never walk around in such a manner.
He walked up the steps and the castle doors opened.
He went in and walked into a circular room and stopped. There was a chair there. A throne. Made of wood and bone with horns on the top. It looked familiar. Everything was beginning to look familiar. He climbed the steps and ran his hand over it. His hand knew the smoothness of the wood and bone. Had touched it many times. Looking around it seemed this room used to be much filthier.
"Jareth." said a voice from behind him.
He turned and Mila was there watching him. He forgot about the chair and approached her.
"Sarah?" He asked.
"She lives. You need to find your amulet. I do not know where it is, but I feel it's power. It has been growing stronger for the last few hours, it knows you are near and is seeking you out. Let me show you. This appeared here on your throne. I believe it's for you."
She put a crystal in his hand and he felt a thrumming energy go through his body. A pain sliced through is head but he gritted his teeth and let it pass.
It was pulling at him.
"I have to go...that way" He pointed to a doorway that led to some stairs to his left.
"Then that is the way you should go. I cannot go with you. You must do this alone."
He nodded. "I know."
He took the stairs two at a time. A piece of wall disappeared so he could pass through, when he got there...
Stairs, nothing but stairs, every which way, every which direction. Impossible directions, crazy angles. It was dizzying to look at.
"Wonderful.. what fresh hell is this now?" He asked out loud.
The crystal pulsed and he felt it directing him downward.
He went down stairs, up stairs around doorways and more passages than he could keep track of. There were more stairs, up and down he went. He was panting and sweating trying to find his way down, as the crystal kept pulling him.
Faster and faster, more frantic as time went on. Until he hit a limit.
There was no where else to go. He was looking into an abyss. But there, on a piece of floor suspended in the middle of the blackness, a glint of something laying on the stone.
"How the fuck am I going to get down there!" He whined. He sat down on the edge, tears threatening again. "I'm so sorry my Sarah. I failed you. There is nothing more I can do except...
Jump.
"That would be suicide!" He yelled to the voice.
She will die. You will die. Everyone here will die. Do it.
He stood. Fear threatening to overtake him. "You can do this. You have to do this. For her. She took a bullet for you. You can jump off a bloody ledge for her. You'll be fine."
Tommy closed his eyes and jumped.
He did not fall, he floated. He opened his eyes and sought out the platform of stone beneath his feet.
He landed gently and stood shocked that he was still alive. There on the stone floor was an amulet. He supposed that was what he was looking for.
He knelt and picked it up. Something shifted inside, reaching for somewhere to grab on to something and pull it inside of him.
He unwound the cloth from his hand and laid the amulet in him palm. The cut faded away as if it was never there.
Put it on.
He dropped it over his head and it fell, the downturned horns of the amulet laying on his chest as he stared at it.
"Now wha..." He began to say. Then an energy stronger than 1000 suns blazed through him and he was flat on his face, screaming onto the unyielding stone.
He felt something overtaking him like a knife cutting into his brain.
The pain was overwhelming. This is it, he thought. This is the end. This is what death feels like. The feeling of something reaching inside of you and tearing your soul from your body and throwing it into the dark oblivion. His spirit seemed to be no longer connected to his body.
He felt something break within. Memories of of his life..his childhood, his mother and father..of coming to this wasteland and creating his most wondrous Labyrinth. Wave after wave of memory, knowledge of magic, emotions, desires, pain, anger, fear..all overpowering his mind and pushing down on him. He clawed at the stone, his eyes clenched shut at the pain.
Above all of it was her. Sarah. That last memory of a stormy night and those bright green eyes. Challenge offered, challenge accepted. The girl who defied him, angered him, fascinated him and made him love her against his will. He had tried to resist her cruel eyes..in the end, it was he who kneeled before her..begging for her acceptance. This little mortal female, barely old enough to bleed.
He remembered entering her dream and dancing with her in his arms, wishing the dream would never end. Then once the magic had returned her home, he sat outside her window watching as his subjects danced and played with her. They had fallen under her spell as completely as he had. Was there no more obvious sign than that, that this was the woman who would be queen? She was too young. He would need to bide his time.
He had left for home and something happened. He had been unable to cross through to his world. He had tried and tried, but something blocked him. Then he felt himself beginning to lose power, his body attempting to change from owl to man in midair. He had struggled to stay alight but the harder he tried the quicker he had fallen, panicked and afraid of what was happening to him. Finally crashing to the ground. Unconscious, wounded..mortal. Void of everything he had been.
He felt his body changing. his hair lengthening and growing wild. his brows sweeping upward, his ears developing slightly pointed tips. His body felt like it was expanding and contracting with pain. All this happened in a matter of minutes..maybe seconds. He couldn't tell anymore.
When it was done, he was laying in a ball on the stone platform, heart pounding.

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Queen Mila and any immortal within the castle could feel the power racing through the kingdom. The ground vibrated with it.
Baelic came running into the throne room, panicked.
"Your Majesty?!" He said, alarm clear in his voice.
Mila sat calmly on her son's throne, but her demeanor belied that inside, she was frightened and worried. There were only two outcomes to this. She prayed it was the outcome that they all wanted. She didn't want to think what would happen if it wasn't.
"Calm, Baelic. Join me here and wait. It will be over soon."
A few minutes later the power surge and vibrations stopped. Mila took Baelic's hand in hers and and prayed to the Gods in the silence.

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Jareth, King of the Goblins, pushed himself to his feet and looked at himself, finally he was free. Tommy was not gone however. His memories of his life above assimilated into his consciousness, changing him.
There was no time to ponder all that had happened. He jumped from the platform upward, landing on the stairs, then he disappeared and reappeared in the throne room.
"Mother!" He yelled as he marched towards her. "Where is Sarah?!"
"Good to see you too, my son." Mila said, smiling. She would hug him if she weren't certain he would shove her away.
"I asked you a question." He growled. He saw his cousin there looking noticeably relieved to see him. "Baelic." He said in acknowledgement. His cousin gave him small nod.
"She is in you chambers on your very own bed." Mila answered.
She went to ask if he wanted her to accompany him but he was already gone.
He appeared in his chambers and rushed to the bed. She was there. Still under the stasis spell, but it was beginning to weaken.
"Just in time" he said, relieved. He got on his knees next to her on the bed.
He swept his hand over her and the spell broke. A pained moan and sigh escaped her lips as the pain took hold and blood began flowing.
He laid his hand over her belly and got to work.
Closing his eyes, he chanted words he knew from memory. Words of healing, of strength. He poured his love into this woman who had sacrificed herself for him. So he could find his way home.
Skin began knitting together, damaged organs reforming whole and and healthy. Blood began flowing unimpeded, pieces of bullets coming up out of her skin. Jareth caught them as they emerged, setting them to the side. There were 2 bullets in several pieces each.
Every so often she would gasp or moan in pain. He did not want to hurt her but it could not be helped.
When the pieces were all out he worked until all the damage they had done to her was gone, her body unblemished.
He checked her breath and pulse. Both strong and steady.
He laid his head down and let the tears come. He could clearly remember his time as Tommy. The memories becoming part of him as much as from before. He remembered his time with her. So brief, but powerful. How she had found him. He remembered making love to her both times, talking to her as himself. He remembered her friend that helped. The people who had assisted him when he fell, and he was alone and did not know who he had been. He still owed them too.
There was soft stroking on his head, fingers playing through his hair.
He held his head up and met her green eyes. She was smiling. "Hey you. Looks like you are back where you belong." She said.
He sat up and moved closer.
"I am. But I have been changed. Forever altered. I think, though, in a good way. A way I needed to be."
She brushed a hand over his face, tracing his markings. "I guess I can't call you Tommy anymore. Oh, and I hope now you will stop saying I'm crazy."
He chuckled. "I stand by that. Who else but a crazy woman would step in front of a bullet?"
"A woman who loves someone with all their heart and soul." Was her answer. "It was stupid of me to do what I did. I shouldn't have said what I said to that scumbag, but I was so mad."
"Oh Sarah.. my Sarah...We will talk of that later. We both made mistakes." He voice became thick with emotion. "I love you too."
She nodded. "I knew that. I'm so tired Jareth.." She closed her eyes.
"It's the magic, it is very potent, the healing spell. Sleep, love. I'll watch over you and be here when you wake." He laid next to her, laying an arm over her.
She laid her hand over his and was asleep once more.
He did not sleep. He kept his promise. It was the least he could do.
His mother appeared at the side of the bed.
"Is she well?" She asked Jareth, concern obvious on her face.
"Yes. Thank you, Mother. For everything. Please watch over my kingdom for a little longer as is needed. I know there is much work to be done. But I vowed to watch over her and I shall."
"Of course, Jareth. You have chosen wisely, Son. She is very strong, and clever. Your father will be here soon. I have sent word you have returned. He most likely knew it anyway. As soon as you did."
Jareth sat up just a little, to see his mother better. "I did not choose her. Fate did, I suppose. To teach me a lesson. You know how I was. I would never have chosen anyone."
"Exactly how did this happen?" Mila asked him.
"I cursed myself, mother. But I don't want to talk about now. Please leave us." He laid his head back down and caressed Sarah's sleeping, peaceful face.
The Queen would usually be insulted a such a dismissal. This time, she understood. Watching them made her desire to be with her husband. If he were to leave her she did not know what she would do. Yes, Jevan was busy and the did not have loads of time together, but she knew he loved her deeply. In their private time, when fate allowed it, that was when they were able to show each other how much love they shared.
She smiled a little and left them alone while she dreamed of dark haired grandchildren.

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When Sarah awoke she was alone in the bed but she saw Jareth sitting in a chair gazing out the window. The sun was bright but the gauzy curtain kept it muted on the side of the room the bed was on.
"How long have I been asleep?" She asked as she sat up.
He looked over at her, smiling. "Since yesterday afternoon. The healing went well. You are perfect."
Sarah laughed and snorted. "Far from it."
She got up and looked out the window too.
"I never thought I would see it again. I pretty much convinced myself it was a dream."
Jareth stood and stepped behind her, taking her in his arms and kissing her neck and shoulder.
"I have a great deal of work ahead of me to fix things. So much damage I caused. In so many ways."
"Jareth, how did all of this happen? How did you end up human?" She turned and pressed her cheek against his chest.
Jareth places his chin on the top of her head and held her. He moved his hands up and down her back as he spoke, in a comforting motion. "Years ago, long before you were born, I said out loud, so that all could hear, that I would never fall in love. That if I fell in love, that love would be my downfall. Words such as that are not just words here. It set in motion a self fulfilling curse. Before you say it, you were right. you were a little more than a child and it was not your doing. After you declared I had no power, after you refused me, The Labyrinth saw fit to grant my curse. I do not think it realized it was threatening it's own existence. Then again it really had no choice in following my unintentional command. I didn't think, and you didn't know."
She pulled him tighter. "Thank you for saving me."
He smoothed her tangled hair. "It is I who should thank you. You found me, you saved me. You almost died for me. I owe you everything."
She stepped back and looked up into his eyes. "Can we just call it even?"
He chuckled and inclined his head in agreement.
Sarah wanted to stay like this all day but her body was telling her different. "Okay not wanting to break the mood, but please tell me you have a bathroom."
He gestured to the door across from them "All modern facilities, the mortal world has it's perks which I don't mind borrowing from."
She zipped into the bathroom to take care of her personal needs.
As she was washing her hands she looked around. His bathroom was gorgeous and the bathtub was huge and sunk into the floor.
Sarah noted there was enough room for at least six people in there. She decided she didn't want to know if Jareth had even tested that capacity.
"Jareth?" She said loud enough for him to hear. "Could you come here please?"
He opened the door and stepped in. "Yes? Do you need anything?"
"Would you mind if I took a bath? I feel gross. If I could borrow a robe or something, too? I need to get home soon to.."
He was frowning at her. "You..wish to go home?"
She realized what he was thinking. "Well, yes. I can't impose on your hospitality forever. Besides I can't just disappear. But we can..."
Jareth panicked a little. "Sarah this is your home too now. You don't ever have to leave. Please I need you..I can't.."
She stopped him. "Jareth, I know. Listen. I'm not leaving you. I'm not removing you from my life. I need to tie up loose ends. Say good bye, quit my job, give proper notice. Things grown ups do."
He looked relieved, well a little. She had a feeling he was still thinking she might decide to stay above.
Truth was, except for Wendy, there was little she would miss. If she was understanding right she could go visit her and maybe her family once in a while, if they wanted to even see her. She would figure all that out eventually.
He stepped to the tub and waving his hand over it there was a hot bubble bath complete with soaps, cloths and towels waiting.
Sarah stripped off her clothes and motioned him to join her. He grinned and did so, his clothes disappearing instantly and in a matter of minutes they were snuggled together in the warm water.
"I still crave it, the alcohol, and the drugs." He said after a while. "I know it's my mortal memories making me want it. But I can't stop it. I hate that magic will not make it stop. Even though I know it would have no effect on me now, I want it."
Sarah leaned against him. "I know. Hopefully it will fade with time."
She tipped her head back and kissed his cheek.
He wrapped his fingers around her jaw and pulled her to him. Kissing her for the the first time as himself completely.
Sarah melted into him. As Tommy he had been a good kisser, no doubt about that. But as Jareth it was so much better. She could feel their connection fully. It was every fantasy she had ever had since she was 15 come true.
"Jareth..." she moaned in between kisses.
He moved down to her neck and shoulders, her taste, uniquely Sarah, making him crazy with want of her. He picked her up by her waist and sat her on the side of the tub, uncovering her body to his view.
He looked at her with so much love and desire in his eyes Sarah felt she might cry again. But she was tired of crying. This was a happy moment.
He took her breasts in his hands and massaged them, then suckled each pink tip until they were almost painfully hard. Sarah squirmed and groaned as he pleasured her breasts.
"I know it was me your were making love to, but I can't help but be a bit jealous." He said as he moved down her belly, and spread her legs to find her sweetest treasure.
She stopped him and brought his face to hers. "Somewhere inside I knew it was you. That first time you came through, I have to be honest it scared me, but it made me want you more to think you were really Jareth. You have been the only man I ever really wanted. The only way I could have slept with you, as him, was I felt that connection. I'm no virgin, Jareth. You were not my first. With the others, though, the only thing I thought after it was over was "Is this what the fuss is about? The first man to even bring me to orgasm was you. Before that I had to do it myself."
He kissed her again.
"Now Sarah, now I will put even those experiences with my even human self to shame." He promised with a growl.
He moved down her stomach again, kissing the places he knew the bullets entered her precious body. He tried not to dwell on that, however. It made him ache with sadness deep inside to think of it.
Spreading her thighs, he found her clit with the tip of his tongue and flicked at it.
Sarah went rigid and the sensation, her hips bucking forward. "Oh my god...Jareth.." her head tipped back, and she held onto his shoulders so she would slip off the side as her hips gyrated, rubbing herself against his mouth.
Her hands let go of his arms and she laid back on her elbows and arched her back.
Jareth smiled as he worked her. He held her firmly at her hips and was relentless in his pursuit of her release. He vaguely remembered tasting her a few days earlier, but this was different, She was here. His Sarah, in front of him, open, giving all of herself to him. He would not disappoint her. As Jareth he had an edge, magic.
Sarah's body was on fire. Jareth's mouth and tongue were causing sensations she had never knew existed. She felt electrified. He was driving her to heights no one ever had, and quickly. It was like a roller coaster ride going up and up, waiting for the inevitable fall.
When it came, she screamed his name and sat up, grabbing his hair. She felt completely out of control of her own body. She looked down and he was looking up at her as he ran his tongue over and between her soft folds, drinking in her nectar, licking up her release with his tongue.
She was breathing hard and staring at him, amazed. He stood up and kissed her. She wrapped herself around his body relaxed into him.
"Okay..you proved your point." Sarah panted. He took her head in his hands and kissed her face, her eyelids, her ears, and everywhere he could reach. He found her mouth again and sucked at her lips, urging them open so he could play his tongue against her own.
Sarah slipped down into the water, standing against him. Slowly she turned them both, then pushed him down where she had been sitting.
"My turn." She teased. "I didn't really get a chance to do this before. Well to be honest, I'm not sure how good this will be, but..let me please you."
She kneeled in front of him and look up, her eyes huge.
His eyes were soft as they looked down at her."Sarah you don't have to. You please me by being here and by me pleasing you."
"Let me..okay?" She pleaded.
He was not going to argue too hard at it, she knew. Why would he?
He leaned back and watched her, waiting. He opened his legs to give her better access.
She took his erection in her small hands, exploring. It was rigid, but still smooth as silk. She knew he was better endowed than most men. She briefly wondered if that was just a common trait in his species.
She had tried this before when he was Tommy, but he had halted her progress. This time she wanted to go all the way with it. She wanted to know what the very essence of this man tasted like.
She took the tip into her mouth and licked it gingerly. He groaned a little and whispered her name.
Sensing she was doing something good, she continued that. She took more of him into her mouth, sucking slightly. he was sweeter than before. The taste of him was almost addictive. She became more enthusiastic in her movements and his hips began to move up and down.
He took her hair and held it back so he could see he mouth on him. She was glorious. He red lips wrapped around him, he thought there could be nothing more sensual in this world or any other.
She pumped him harder with her mouth and hand, and he placed both hand on either side of her head, gently guiding her to teach her the rhythm he found most pleasing.
She looked up and he was watching closely through his eyelashes, passion evident on his face.
"Sarah..." he hissed out, moaning louder. His hips thrusting up harder. He was get to the point of no return.
He firmly halted her movements. She removed her mouth and wondered what was wrong.
"Sarah, I have to warn you..soon I will not be able to stop.."
She gave him a devilish smile. "I know." Then took him back into her mouth and hands, pumping him harder.
He was groaning and growling in time with her movements now. She watched in wonder as this beautiful man reached for his release.
His hips thrust up harder than ever. "Sarah!" He cried.
The first real taste of his climax in her mouth was a bit of a surprise. She didn't expect it to be so powerful of a release. She quickly swallowed and continued pleasuring him.
He held her head again with both hands and he pumped hard into her mouth. He was worried it might be too much, but she took all of him in and then some.
When it was over, he sat up and she let him slip from her mouth. She laid her head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat return to normal.
He kissed her hair and whispered sweet words of love and gratitude. She was beautiful, wonderful. His love, his queen, his very life.
She stepped back and sat down into the water and he followed her. He grabbed the soap and a cloth and washed every part of her with extreme gentleness, cherishing her. When he was done, she did the same. All the time pausing to kiss, to touch, to speak softly to each other.
When they were clean they stepped out the tub together, drying each other off and Jareth took a bottle of bath oil and massaged it into her skin, making it glow.
He picked her up and took her into the bedchamber, laying her on the bed and just looking at her for many minutes. Even though he had joined with her before in his mortal guise, this was the true consummation of their love.
She held her arms open to him. He opened her legs and laid between, again ready for her.
He slid into her warm tight body as she offered no resistance but welcomed him.
She was like velvet against him, her inner walls gripping and hanging onto him.
Once they were joined the stared into each other's eyes not wanting to break the spell that seemed to surround them.
"Jareth...are we really married?" She asked him, quite unexpectedly to both of them.
"Yes, according to the traditions of my people. When you declared that I had no power over you, you made us equal. You made yourself my queen then and there. I was already so enamoured of you I did not care to think what the repercussions would be if you left. I was very careless. If I would have been a wiser man, maybe I could have kept you. Or at least brought you back when you were old enough."
"I'm sorry, Jareth. I didn't know." A tear slid down her cheek.
"Sarah mine, I have already told you it was not your doing. I should not have said the things I did, and you were so young. Far too young. It was better in that way at least. I believe this is the way it was meant to be. You are a strong, capable woman now."
He wiped the tear away and kissed her.
He began to move, slowly at first, but the passion building between them caused them both to move and thrust harder against each other, their voices becoming louder as they cried each other's names.
He rolled and then she was on top, undulating her body against his. He filled her so completely,even more than before. Not that he was any different really in a physical way. It was feeling the full effect of the bond she shared with him that increased the feeling within her.
Jareth refused to close his eyes to the pleasure. He wanted to see her, watch her, know her reaction to their lovemaking. Her skin flushing red as she approached her peak, how her breasts swayed and bounced, their nipples hard and pointed. Watching her hands twist and grasp at him and the bedding, her sweet mouth opening and closing as her breathing deepened and sped up. He felt he getting close to his own, but struggled to put it off a bit to maximize her enjoyment. He rocked against her harder.
Another climax rocked Sarah to her core. Somehow she knew he was straining to not reach his until he thought she was completely satisfied. She gave him credit, his control over himself and her was masterful.
She leaned forward, putting her hands on either side of his head and staring into his eyes.
"Don't wait anymore, please..I need you to come with me..inside me.." She urged, grinding down on him.
Jareth grunted as she took him completely. She worked him harder, bringing him with her to his limit and then beyond.
His eyes closed quite unwillingly as his seed started to spill deep in her womb. His hips thrusting upward to meet her downward motions against him.
"Gods woman!" He cried as he came, squeezing her hips to hold her in place, to the point of slight pain for Sarah. She didn't really notice as she was joining him in the downward spiral.
The feeling of him emptying himself inside of her brought her to yet another powerful orgasm she rode it out with him. Their bodies locked together as they found the ultimate joy in each other.
As their climaxes passed, Sarah laid down on him and was motionless as she came back to herself. She felt his hand running lightly over her, coveting her.
They just laid there for a while, not wanting to move away from each other. It had been a long time coming. Yes technically they had had sex already, but now Jareth was fully himself so it was much different in very profound ways.
Jareth lifted her chin and bent his head to kiss her.
"My beautiful wife. How I will enjoy making love to you every day for the rest of our lives together."
His smile was a bit sleepy and sated.
She lifted herself off of him laid at his side. "And it's not even lunchtime."
He laughed as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "True enough. Are you hungry?"
She nodded. Her stomach chose that time to grumble loud. They both laughed.
"I don't think I've eaten in what..2 days?"
He pushed her so she sat up then sat up next to her. "That will never do will it. My wife needs to be fed, and it is my duty to see to it."
There was a knock on the door. "Son? Jareth?" Came the voice of Mila.
Jareth rolled his eyes and looked at Sarah. "Perfect timing Mother!" He called. "Don't come in, Sarah isn't decent."
They heard a feminine laugh. "I've gathered from the surge of power echoing through the castle, neither of you are. Then again, you have not ever been all that decent in any case have you? What with your insistence on painfully tight pants and all."
Sarah blushed red and Jareth laughed. "She could feel that?" She whispered. "She does have point about the pants though. You are a walking "after" picture for male enhancement products in those."
"Bollocks. You've discovered my secret career." He grinned. "A moment Mother. Let us get dressed." He called out.
He stood and offered a hand to Sarah and pulled her up. With a wave of his fingers they were dressed, clean and fresh. Him in his typical black leggings and flowy cream colored shirt with vest and boots and he was kind enough to put her in jeans and light airy tunic.
Sarah was impressed. "Well that's handy. Thanks for not making me up like Renaissance Faire Barbie."
"We'll discuss wardrobe at a later time. For now I thought you would be more comfortable in this."
Sarah gave him a suspicious look at that remark, but left it alone for now.
Jareth opened the door and let his mother in.
"We were just on the way to get some food. Sarah has not eaten in quite a long time. You are welcome to join us." He stepped out into the hall and the two women followed him.
His mother nodded and started talking quickly "In a moment. There is something I must.."
"Where is my son!" Came a bellowing voice from down the hall.
And scene!
Why yes..that was an "Alice in Wonderland" reference! (We're all mad here...) Honestly not a big AIW fan myself, but I love that line.
There is also an obscure DB reference here too a bit of a lyric from one of my favorite songs of his 90's era stuff. I'll let you know at the end of next chapter :)
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