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A Wish Awry	By : PhantomAngelofMusic Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 3534 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Jim Henson's the Labyrinth, any and all characters found in said movie, nor do I make any money off of this work.

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Chapter Three: 13:00
   He sighed, running a hand through his tousled hair as he glanced around. The labyrinth stood before him, a massive coiling serpant to be conquered. Groaning slightly, he approached the doors of the Labyrinth, the great stone edifice shut tight against him. Growling softly to himself, he looked around, before spying a rather ugly, deformed creature he could only suppose was a dwarf.
   Raising one hand to hail the thing, he called out, "You there, dwarf! I've got two questions for you. What's your name, for starters, and how do I get into, and through the labyrinth?"
   The dwarf scoffs, turning to him, lowering the pump and spray he'd been aiming at various fairies that were fluttering around outside the entrance to the Labyrinth. "Pah! Yer a rude one, a'int? Y'won't get very far, askin' like that. Suppose I don't has a mind to tell you?"
   "I asked your name first, didn't I? At least I didn't threaten to jerk your tool away, and snap it while demanding you tell me. So, how about this... my name is Alex. What's yours?" Said the man, through gritted teeth. He really didn't want to be exchanging pleasentries, but it was obvious that this little monster wasn't going to let him by without a "please and thank you" and wasn't that just aggrivateing as all fuck? Didn't the fucking thing have any idea what happened to people who were captured by the Fae?
   The dwarf blinks up at him, but lowers the pesticide, a sly evil grin on his features. "M'name's Hoggle. Huh... so you're trying to run t'h labyrinth, eh? Funny. Y'don't seem much like the sort to "wish away" and then take it back. So, how's that work out, huh?" As he spoke, he idly kicked at a random rock. This one was too rude to get very far. Why was it everyone stupid enough to get mixed up in the Labyrinth always seemed to have one major flaw that needed a rough hand to iron out?
   The man sighed, as he watched the troll-faced dwarf. "I didn't wish her away, I'd never wish away the one I love. My best guess is her idiot family had a hand in this. They never were the brightest when it comes to magic and old stories. Now, are you going to guide me through the Labyrinth and show me the way in, or not?"
   The dwarf shook his head slowly. "Can't guideja. S'more'n my life's worth. But..." He stopped, and pointed over to the great stone doors. "You gets in there." As he spoke, the large stonework doors began opening of their own accord, with a groaning creek that sounded like it came from the deepest pits of the underworld. "I'll give ya one warnin though, and you'd best take it to heart, since you're rescueing someone ya didn't wish away in the first place. T'h Labyrinth changes people. More offen'n not shapes itself to teach people a lesson. Way I figure it, your's won't be a fun trip to get 'er back, ifn' you manage at all. But t'h way I figure it, you're 'er only hope. Th'res rumors goin' round that the one wished away is a woman, an adult. It's not true is't?"
   He paused, turned, and looked over at the dwarf slowly, as though considering something. "... You've been kinder than I expected of a dwarf. I'm sorry for makeing assumptions." He shook his head slowly, and sighed. "I was going to trick my way in, if I had to. The stories say that all fae-creatures are full of malice and deciet. However, you heard right. It's true, she's a grown woman. Which makes it all the more strange she was taken. I thought only kids were usually grabbed. Not to mention, she's mine, and as such should never have been wished off in the first place." He groaned slightly, and leaned his head against the stone work in exasperation. "If you want some entertainment, you could follow along, point me in the right direction now and again?"
   As the cocksure human railed on about whether or not the woman ought to have been taken or not, Hoggle's eyes just about popped out of his skull. An adult woman wished away? Now that was unusual. And it didn't bode well at all for this couple. Not well at all.

   "Uh... hell... that's not good. I hope fer both yer sake and hers she ain't pretty. Jareth's got a thing for pretty women. By the time you reach her, she might not want to go back. I's sugjest you's hurry." Said the dwarf, as he made a shooing motion with his hands, hopeing the human would get the point.
   "What?" He snarled, his dark eyes boreing into the little dwarve's own. "Oh that's it. I'm done playing nice. You're going to come with me and help, and so HELP that monster if he harms my girl!" His eyes darkened, as he clinched his teeth, and glared at the gate keeper. "If you don't come with, I promise, that rat- ass bastard will be the LEAST of your worries."
   "I already told ja's. I can't help." Whined the cowardly little dwarf. "However, I wish you's luck, inspite of t'h fact that Jareth's m'King. This sounds like it ain't no ordinary case. Now, you'd best hurry, you's runnin out of time." And with the wave of a hand, the dwarf motioned for the gates to close behind the human, seperateing him from the very dwarf he'd been threatening.

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   Meanwhile back inside the Castle at the Center of the Labyrinth, Jareth was smirking to himself, having watched the entire exchange through one of his crystals. His other gloved hand was idly strokeing his captive's inner thighs, and she was makeing the most delightful little noises behind the gag. It seemed for all that these two truely cared about one another, she didn't get nearly enough attention.
   Chuckleing to himself, he turned towards her, his dual colored eyes darkeinging as he saw her bound form stretched out on his bed. The room they were in was massive, decked out in the colors of shadows, all black and shades of grey. In a way, she matched perfectly, as she still wore the deep purple shirt with the renasaince daggered sleeves, and the long black skirt she'd been wearing when they'd arived, as he hadn't even gotten to the real fun yet. There was that pesky little matter of consent to take care of. He'd have to make her want it. Not that he was worried.
   As he leaned close, dropping a light kiss on her throat, he whispered in her ear. "He's comeing for you, you know. Your knight in shineing armor. He's already entered my domain." A twist of the hand, and the crystal was gone. Useing one hand to prop himself up over her, the other hand traced along her inner leg gently, the touch as light as the stroke of a butterfly's wing. Higher, he went, and higher, until he reached the juncture of her legs.
   By this time she was trembleing all over, and trying to squirm away, but the ropes that bound her held her exactly where he wanted her. She still couldn't see, but she could feel him leaning over her. Could feel the gloved hand traceing it's path along her leg. He paused just as he reached her covered center, and she whimperered softly. An answering laugh, and a breath of air in her ear were her only answer, before the hand reappeared again, this time traceing from her the top of her rib cage, down to her hip.
   Now she began to squirm under him, instead of trembleing like a frightened mouse, and he grinned outright. "That's right..." He murmured. "No need to be afraid. I won't do anything you don't want." The flip side to the promise, of course, was that she would want everything he did. He would see to that. A click of his fingers, and her shirt was gone, and he was kissing his way down from her throat to the expanse just above her breasts.
   She jerked, and made an odd strangled sound as he brushed against one particular spot on her side with his hand. It seemed she was tickleish. He made a mental note to avoid that in the future. As she stilled, he noticed her breathing was slightly labored, and though she shivered, she wasn't as stiff as she'd been before. She truely wasn't afraid. With a smirk, he took the top of her skirt in his hands, and dragged it down, slowly takeing his time, and allowing her to feel every last motion as he removed her skirt. She would know, by the time he was done, just what it was that they both wanted.
   He would see to that.
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Author's Note: Holy crap. Is that... is that a glimmer of plotline in the distance? And here I thought this was going to be a simple PWP. Wow... Now, if only I could get some reviews, life would be fantabulous. -Cups a hand around her ear, and listens, hearing nothing but crickets in the distance.- No? I'll make cookies... I promise. Or maybe Lemon squares?
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