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Dizzy	By : sisterstyx Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 3924 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrith or any of its characters. The plot, however, is all me. I make no money from this, but can be bribed with feedback.

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...She felt him exhale softly against her neck again and the warmth traveled straight down to the pit of her stomach where a heavy, but not unpleasant, throbbing had begun to beat in time with her pulse. "It doesn’t look that far to me." Her voice was breathy and she couldn't help but tilt her head slightly, affording him easier access to her hyper-sensitized flesh.
She could almost feel his soft chuckle from his chest through her taught back. "Ah, but it is further than you think." He applied pressure to her hip, closing the last inch between their bodies as his moth descended to close--
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"Your Majesty." The voice from the other side of the room made the two jump and separate as though they were like poles released from a forced proximity.
Jareth spun to find whomever had interrupted them and barked, "What?!"
Karyn, his personal secretary, stood at the entry to the throne room. She bowed to him, but showed no emotion or reaction in her body. She was quite used to his outbursts after her many decades in his service.
"Oh!" He heard Sarah make a soft sound of surprise at the appearance of the Rusalka. Her white dress fell limply around her, matching her pale, translucent skin. Her eyes were such a insipid blue as to be colorless and her hair a silvery green that flowed down her back in a long, wavy sheet. He could see why Sarah might be startled, the woman looked completely washed-out; a result from living in the unadulterated waters of the Labyrinth's rivers.
"Dinner is almost ready, Your Majesty." She bowed to him again and turned to face Sarah. "Lady Sarah," and she lowered her head in deference before turning and leaving the room.
Jareth's pulse was still racing and he felt almost light-headed from the feelings Sarah's closeness had elicited in him. He ran a shaking hand through his hair and took a deep breath. "I'll have a goblin show you to your room." His voice was surprisingly steady, despite the disconnect he felt to the words he spoke. He calmly strode out of the room, heading towards his own chambers. He didn't turn around to look at Sarah, knowing that if he saw the flush he knew colored her neck and face, or the way her heavy breathing made her chest pucker above her tight bodice, he would be unable to stop himself from taking her there, in the throne room.
What was he doing? His body yearned for this woman, no doubt--he'd wanted her when she was still a pubescent girl and now she'd turned into a ravishing woman. Rather than dull his sense of attraction, the past seven years had only served to heighten his awareness of her allure. But he knew he was not alone in appreciating her captivating form. He'd seen other men watching her at the ball and had held an internal battle against himself, keeping his hands fisted at his sides so as not to lob a Bog-transporting crystal at another guest. Thus, he knew, her beauty was not in question.
But it was not just her body he'd been attracted to all those years ago. Far from it, her youthful appearance, though attractive in her innocence, had been more of a cause for concern than of appeal. He had looked almost old enough to be her father then, though he'd felt her reciprocate his attentions, especially when she saw his preferred tight breeches and open shirt. Rather, it had been her quick wit, her indomitable spirit, her self-assuredness in the face of extreme danger, and her ability to befriend even the most stubborn of his subjects that had won him over.
Yes, she'd pleaded with him to return her brother when she realized that he'd come to take him away, but she never begged, never sobbed, never gave into his tempting offers of her dreams. He had come to accept that he'd always known she would reject his final offer, that a mixture of naivety, youth, and stubbornness had fixed her mind on her goal and nothing else. But he'd wanted her to accept, to forget her boring mortal life filled with school and babysitting and role-playing in the park--
But that was not meant to be.
He found himself in his own chambers, breathing heavily from his encounter with Sarah and his brisk walk through the castle. He closed his eyes for a moment and caught his breath. He summoned a crystal and ordered a goblin to the throne room to escort Sarah to a guest room so she could wash up and change before dinner. He held the crystal tight in his fist for a moment.
So much was different now. Sarah had aged and matured, and he had changed as well, looking more youthful and less glittery, to say the least. He had wondered, when the changes had been pointed out to him by his peers, if it was not Sarah's influence that altered him, his heart still longing for her, though his mind tried to push all memories of her away. Now, if they stood side-by-side, they would seem to have less than 10 mortal years of age difference, rather than over 25. And while his body certainly approved of the changes in both of them, his mind railed against the changes of hers.
Sarah, his Sarah, was gone it seemed. She was polite, distant, and flirtatious in their brief encounters. Where was the anger, the hatred, the fear, or the cruelty that had glinted in her eyes the last time they met? Her accident had left her with no memories of herself, her home, or her family. Certainly she did not remember one night, seven years in the past, when she'd managed to navigate a treacherous and eerie labyrinth and best its King.
Jareth suddenly let out a frustrated bellow and threw the crystal across the room, where it shattered into a sparkling dust against the stone wall.
No. He refused to accept it.
She would remember, he vowed, she simply has to. He felt as though his Sarah was there, just below the surface, waiting to come out. But how to free her?
"I will make her remember." He said aloud, making a solemn vow to the silent walls of the royal bedchamber. He crossed to his favorite window, looking over his Labyrinth, a formidable maze of white and green lines below. "I will make Sarah Williams remember who she is." He promised the winding twists and turns below him. He felt a surge of adrenaline and magic course through his veins and a strong wind blew up from the labyrinth. The magic of his kingdom had bound him to his word and he almost felt like it was sighing in relief. The strange feeling of restrained power that had been on the edges of his consciousness for the past few weeks licked at his mind like the beginning flames of a holocaust. He had no idea what it meant, but he felt even more certain of his decision.
Whether she would return to her family or stay in the Underground; whether she despised or loved him; whether or not he would ever see her again, he didn't care. He cared that his Sarah was gone and that a jovial, beautiful, complaisant shadow of her was walking around instead, and that it might be within his power to return her to herself.
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Sarah wanted to sit down. Her head was spinning, her face was burning, and her heart was dancing the mamba in her ribcage. She stood near the window of the throne room, stunned and immobile. What had she almost done?
She raised a tentative hand to her neck, where the feel of his hot breath still ghosted over her skin. Her mind raced as she tried to quiet her labored breathing. Yet again, she had been seduced by the Goblin Kings within moments of being alone with him. Yes, he was certainly attractive--his form-fitting pants left little to the imagination--but it was more than that. She felt both comfortable and extremely nervous around him at the same time, like she both knew and feared him. He almost felt familiar; there was an itching in her brain when she thought of him, like when you have a word stuck on the end of you tongue but you just can't remember it. It was as though her body remembered something her mind could not.
But that was impossible, she reminded herself again. She'd never met him before.
Then why react so immediately and with such intensity to his vicinity? She sighed in frustration. She'd been elated when he'd helped her regain a memory at the ball. But then, it wasn't so much a specific memory as a feeling of certainty. She simply knew she didn't dance. Ever. Not since--
Not since what?! Her mind just could not draw forth the thought! And if she was so assured of this truth about herself, shouldn't there be a cause for it? Shouldn't there be a specific moment or image to associate with her reluctance to dance? She had a vague sense of giddy fear in the pit of her stomach when she thought of dancing, almost like riding a roller coaster or watching a horror movie, but that was it.
And what kind of amnesia was this if she could remember roller coasters and scary movies (although none in particular) but not her aversion to dancing?!
She wanted to stomp her foot and let out a mournful wail at the injustice of it all, but refrained. This was an appropriate decision since just that moment a goblin with huge round eyes, no nose, and a wide mouth bounced into the room. It bent over so that the feather coming out of its rather ridiculous helmet brushed the floor in, what she assumed was, a bow before speaking in squeaky voice. "Please come with me, Lady Sarah."
Sarah let out another sigh and began to follow the short, comical goblin guard through the winding hallways of the Castle Labyrinth. She paid little attention to where they were going, but let her feet guide her as she distractedly followed her escort.
She longed to regain her memory. She knew she was probably missed by friends or family Aboveground, but, since she couldn't remember them, she wasn't as concerned as she knew she should be. No, she wanted to remember who she was; what she liked, what she dreamed of, what she strived for. She wanted to be herself again, whomever that might be.
And, she secretly knew, she wanted to remember the Goblin King.
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