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Falling --COMPLETED	By : jinx1764 Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 10231 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Labyrinth, don't make any money, this is a work of fanfiction.

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Chapter 29

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He was blessedly cool and comfortable. The searing heat and dryness no longer gnawed at him, and he had vague memories of them gradually fading as he was carried. Eyes cracking open, Jareth found himself to be in a concrete room—narrow, spartan and wonderfully dark—and laying on a simple cot. The Compound… He licked in lips, which were parched beyond simple chapping. No moisture transferred from his tongue, and he cleared his throat, which became a coughing fit, and he rolled to his side and partially sat.
"If I didn't know better, I'd think you were faking just get my sympathy."
"Wh-?" Jareth glanced up mid-cough. Sarah stood a few feet away, one shoulder resting on the open door frame. Though her tone was teasing, her small smile was genuine, soft even.
"Here," she stepped forward and handed him an open canteen, "try this."
"Thank you." He managed to rasp and gulped fresh water until he'd drained it. His body screamed for more, but his stomach sloshed with nausea as he laid back.
"Better?" she asked, accepting the canteen.
He covered his eyes with a hand. "I'm not quite certain." Weakness pervaded every inch of him. It's just dehydration. Don't think about your magic.
She sat in the only chair and scooted it next to him. Not that it was a far distance. The entire room wasn't much larger than his da's sarcophagus, as grand as that had been. Their hands reached for each other at the same time, and though her grip was stronger than his he made up for it by pouring all his emotions into his eyes.
"Oh, Jareth…" she said and kissed him. Her lips tasted better than the water, and he did his best to pull her closer with his opposite arm until her weight rested fully upon him. She tensed. "I don't want to hurt you."
"You could never hurt me," he murmured against her lips and tightened his hold.
She ducked her head under his chin. "Don't say that."
"Why?"
"You know that's not true."
"Sarah…"
"You know how much I hated you." Pressed close to his chest, he felt her swallow hard. "Before."
He stroked her hair and wrapped her in his arms. She shifted until she lay completely on top of him.
"Perhaps," he said, "but things are different now, yes?"
She nodded vigorously, gripped his shirt and sniffed.
"Then all before is forgotten, my love."
A dry, humorless laugh escaped her. "Love. I don't know."
Jareth coaxed her head up to face him. "Don't you?"
She shrugged. "I've never loved anyone before. Except family."
"You mean a man."
Her lower lip slipped between her teeth, and Jareth's groin tingled. Good gods, does she even know what she does to me? "Yeah," she said, "that."
Clearing his throat, he said, "Understandable, but your anxiety is unnecessary."
"Have you ever loved before?"
"A man?"
"What?" She pushed her torso off his, then slapped his chest. "No! A woman! Ugh…"
Jareth laughed as he pulled her back down. "Sarah, this is not a fair question. Remember, I am quite a bit older than you."
"So?"
"So, yes, I have had previous experiences with women."
Her face reddened, and her voice became stilted. "Well, it's not like I thought you were, you know, a virgin."
"A fortunate belief to accept."
She rolled her eyes. "For you or me?"
"Ah, for both?"
"You still haven't answered my question."
"Which was?"
"Have you ever loved someone?"
He breathed deeply and held her close. Her heart thrummed next to his, and Jareth allowed his mind to drift. "I have loved many in my time. I have loved my parents, and I love my siblings as you love Toby." She sighed at that. He'd never told her about his brother and sister. That would have to change now, and he welcomed the freedom. Too long had he relegated them to the background of his mind while dealing with Sarah and her world. He missed them.
"Quit avoiding."
He pecked her on the forehead, and whispered against her skin. "I have loved only one other woman in my life, and not only does she pale in comparison to you, Sarah Williams, but she betrayed me and broke my heart."
"Jareth."
"Hence part of the reason for my animosity towards you."
"Me?"
"When I am honest with myself, when I think back over everything, I know my heart felt something for you immediately."
"Really?" Her eyes widened as she tilted her head.
"Oh yes, Sarah love, my heart knew what it wanted before my mind would accept it."
"That's why you were so … so hot and cold."
He raised a brow. "I prefer mercurial."
"Ha! I bet you do." She snuggled close and kissed his neck, making his groan. "You know I was fifteen then."
"Umm…"
"That's kind of icky."
"Spoken like a human trying to hold a Goblin King to mortal strictures."
She moved her kissed up to his chin. "Still icky, Jareth."
He met her lips halfway. "And now?"
They breathed in unison. "Not so much," she whispered.
"How very generous of you, my love," he said before meeting her tongue with his.
Eventually, passion dissipated in the face of Jareth's weakness and hunger, and Sarah helped him walk to a nearby bathroom, and then helped him, limping and panting, back to his room. Having settled him onto his cot, Sarah knelt on the floor and finger-combed his hair.
"I'll get you something to eat, okay?"
Jareth angled into her hand and closed his eyes. "Mmhmm."
"You gonna to be awake when I get back."
"Mmm."
She patted his head and chuckled. "Be back soon."
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A week later and Jareth's strength had improved, though nowhere near his previous health. Sarah spent her time taking care of him and Toby, who was down the hall. Which left little time for herself.
"Is he any better?"
Sarah turned. Len had poked his head in the room. Unable to bear being parted from him for long, she'd been sharing her room with Toby so she could monitor and care for him whenever she wasn't doing the same for Jareth.
"Define better."
Len squinted and frowned. "Uh…"
Sarah waved off his answer. "I was kidding. His fever broke yesterday, he recognizes me, answers simple questions and is calmer."
"So he's better."
She tucked the blanket around Toby and stood. "He seems to be, but..." She shrugged and shoved her hands in her pant pockets as she stared at her brother. His hair stuck up in tangled hanks, and he gripped the thin blanket in fingers that were far too thin and sallow.
Len stepped inside. "But what?"
"I'm barely getting enough food in him. I don't know how long he can last without this," she nudged her shoulder in Toby's direction, "changing."
Len crossed his arms and leaned back against the door. "What about Jareth. How's he doing?"
"Getting stronger." Her face warmed. "I can hardly keep his hands off me."
He grinned. "Why would you want to?"
"I don't! I mean…" She glanced at Toby, then grabbed Len's arm and dragged him into the hall and shut the door behind them. Len's grin had grown and his eyes sparkled wickedly.
"Ow, don't punch me!" He rubbed his shoulder.
"Well don't look at me like that!"
"Sorry, but what's the problem. I thought you loved him?"
She shuffled her feet, then walked to the railing, grabbed it, arched her back and leaned. "Maybe?"
"Maybe? Fixer, you can't be serious. After all this and you give me a maybe?"
She stood and turned. "How can I be sure of anything while my brother might die?"
"You can't be afraid."
"I'm not!"
"If you say so."
Sarah stared over the railing, watching residents several levels below busy at various activities. The electricity was working consistently, so she was able to make out most details well enough from the half a dozen main lights. The location for this compound had been chosen well by the old military and government. Any corruption aside, they'd certainly known their geography. An underground river ran beneath it, which they used for hydropower, fresh water and a basic plumbing system. It was the next thing to paradise.
"What if … what if he doesn't mean it?"
"Fixer."
"What if he changes his mind afterwards?"
"I've seen how he looks at you. He wouldn't do that."
"Wouldn't he?" She ducked and wiped her face with both hands. "God, I can't believe I'm telling you this."
Len leaned on the railing next to her. "Lots of things have changed, haven't they?"
"Yeah."
"So take a chance for once. What's the worst that could happen?"
"The worst…" she whispered. "Who knows."
"Fixer," Len slipped an arm around her shoulders, "just trust your gut on this, and trust him. It'll all end up okay."
She looked over at him. "Even Toby?"
"You can't use your brother as excuse to stop living."
She pursed her lips and nodded. "Maybe you're right. Maybe it's time."
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Jareth wandered the dim halls. He'd been doing it more frequently the last few weeks in an effort to regain more of his strength. Initially, he'd felt a quick improvement in his muscles and his ability to walk without assistance, but he'd plateaued a few days ago. Perhaps he should stop expending so much energy chasing Sarah. His lips twitched in a half smirk. As if that would ever happen. She'd release her fears soon. He need only to preserve.
After a few laps, his body shook and he was short of breath. Almost to his room, he paused, placing a hand flat to a wall to support his weight.
This is quite pathetic.
'No, this is the last of your magic.'
Da? Jareth lifted his head, panting. Still with me?
His father chuckled in his mind. 'I'll always be with you, my son.'
How much longer do I have, Da?
'Don't think about such things. Your destiny is not set.'
Jareth narrowed his eyes. I don't understand.
"There you are!"
Jareth turned. "Sarah?"
"I've been looking for you."
"Ah, was walking laps."
She slipped her arm around his waist. "I must've just missed your last one."
He cocked his head a downwards angle. There was an unusual tone in her voice, and vibrancy in her face that he'd never noticed. Brows drawing together, he draped his arm over her shoulder and tucked her close.
"Sarah," he drawled.
"What?" she asked as she guided him to his room.
"You're hiding something."
They stood outside his door as her fingers slowly tip-toed up his chest, and her eyes were half-lidded. "Who says I'm hiding anymore?"
A brow arched. "Pardon?"
"I'm," her smile was tentative, but her were bright, "ready."
"Ready," he echoed as her hand cupped the back of his head and pulled him into a kiss. Her fingers threaded in his head, and her nails dug into his scalp just enough to elicit a moan from him. Where had this emotionally forward Sarah come from? She pushed him through his doorway, she kicked it shut and they stumbled backwards. Jolts of adrenaline zapped Jareth as her hands pressed him down to the cot. The metal and stretched material squealed as their combined weight settled.
"Jareth," she whispered as she ran her hands beneath his shirt.
Sudden energy filled him and tingled across his skin. What was this? They'd touched often enough but he'd never felt this. Need washed over him, and Jareth shoved her shirt up and buried his face in her neck. "Sarah!" She groaned and arched her back until her chest pressed firmly against his and their pelvises ground together. "Oh gods, love!"
"Jareth, please," she gazed down at him, her long hair streaming over her shoulders, "I don't know what to do."
If he time in the world had come to an end, if his mission to find the Nexus had failed to come to fruition, then why shouldn't he enjoy the last of his life?
"Oh, love." He slipped his hands over her torso, coaxing her shirt off. He'd been teased by her bare chest in the last few weeks as they tested boundaries, but this was different. She was a goddess lying half naked atop him. He feasted on her offerings; she gasped and wiggled against his hardness. How much was he to take?
He grabbed her bottom and thrust their pelvises together while Sarah supported her upper weight by holding the edges of the cot. Running his fingers inside the top of her pants, he found her front fastener and quickly undid it. Before she could protest—as she had before—he pushed her pants and panties down. Sarah rolled to one side and kicked her shoes and finished shimmying out of her pants.
She was glorious!
He reached for her. "Sarah…"
"Off!" She unbuttoned his leather pants and returned the favor, which he helped by lifting his hips as she stripped him.
"Yes, ma'am." He grinned at her evil glare, then finished the job by removing his shirt.
Sarah paused, her eyes traveling his body, then she touched him and covered her hand with his.
"Careful."
She released her delicate grip. "I'm sorry."
He replaced her hand around him and shook his head. "Oh no, you don't. No more teasing, my love."
Her smile was beautiful as she stroked his manhood, then straddled him. "No more teasing."
Jareth grasped her hips as her moist heat covered him and gritted his teeth. So close! His eyes started to close, but he forced them open. To see her aside him in all her glory! He would not miss a moment! Then she moved, back and forth, adjusting her outer, most intimate self to him.
"Yes, yes, that's right, love." His hands gently guided her, and hers balanced on his shoulders.
"You feel so… good, Jareth."
"It is good. How it's supposed to be, Sarah."
She stroked his face and smiled. "I think I understand now."
With a lifting twist of her hips, Sarah shifted his manhood, then reached down and guided him. He allowed it. He didn't help or offer or give advice unless she asked. She was in charge of this. She was his goddess.
Poised at her entrance, he stared into her eyes. "I am at your mercy, Sarah."
"Oh god… I…" She lowered herself, slowly, cautiously. Moving his hands to her torso, Jareth helped support her weight as he accepted him.
"Oh, Danu!" His head spasmed forward, chin to chest, as she enveloped him, surrounding him with her soft, tight, hot moisture.
"Jareth?" She squeaked, face pinched.
"If it hurts…"
"No, yes… I mean…" she shook her head vigorously, "I'm not sure."
"Gently, love, go gently." Using one hand, he easily collected her moisture and circled a finger over her nub.
She gasped, jerked and clawed his shoulders. "Jareth!"
Suddenly she dropped until he'd gained nearly half his length within her, and the urge to thrust nearly overwhelmed him. No! Wait! He continued his ministrations on her sensitive jewel and she began rocking, which eased his way a bit farther.
Tossing his head side to side, he said, "Sarah, please!"
"Oh, yes, Jareth!"
He thrust, hard and deep and she screamed—in pain and pleasure—head thrown back. It ripped his heart in a similar pain/pleasure, but he couldn't stop, not now. Apparently she couldn't either, because she thrashed and rocked in counter time to his plunges. With each thrust, the energy which he'd felt earlier, sparked anew. His skin tingled and his mind buzzed. She followed. She led. He didn't know or care.
Sweat beaded on their skin, shared as they grew frenzied. Faster and faster until a fuzzing around the edges of his vision began.
"J-jareth… I feel … weird…"
"It's alright." He held tighter to her slick hips and guided her to ride him. "Don't stop, love!"
"But… my body…"
He thrust harder.
He had to finish.
Had to finish.
Had to.
Had…
"Sarah!"
"Jareth…" Her glowing eyes met his and in the haze of the building magic some part of him understood too late.
He pulled her down for a kiss, which she returned passionately.
"I love you, Sarah Williams," he whispered as his body, taken over by the ancient magic between Keeper and Nexus, ignited.
Tears brightened her eyes and her face flushed as she continued to enthusiastically ride him. "I love you, Jareth."
The world exploded with light and color.
Jareth and Sarah screamed.
Pain, pleasure, fractures, healing…
Toby shouted for his sister, then leapt from his bed and ran, searching.
The sky turned blue once again.
Jareth opened his eyes.
With a strangled gasp, he sat up, naked, and scrambled from his bed to fall to his knees on a hard wood floor.
His bed.
In his castle.
In his own world.
"Sarah!"

A/N: Well! This scene was a long time coming. Hehe. Coming. So anyhow this isn't over yet, but I've got maybe one or two more chapters, and then that's it! Can you believe it? I've had this chapter in my head for soooo long, but it's taken months and months to finally get to it. I wrote over the last two days. Have been wanting to do so for a while. FYI- Last week I was at the Comicpalooza with a booth to sell my original book 'Dreams of the Queen' AND I was able to get on two author panels. One... OMG, one was with Jacqueline Carey! That's right! THE Jacqueline Carey of the Kushiel Series! She signed my first edition Kushiel's Dart and even accepted one of my books. OMG! You can read more about it on my site-- links in my profile. I posted pics too!Hope everyone is enjoying so far! We're almost to the end! So close! And for those interested... I am rewriting this entire story into an original version called "Fairytale Apocalypse". It's halfway done, and had all new characters and backstory. You can find me on Goodreads under Jacqueline Patricks
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