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Courtesan	By : Lasski Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 15072 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrinth, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 4 - Near Misses and Close Shaves.

                Sarah landed quietly on the balcony in a crouch and then slipped into the dark room. Carrick swung onto the balcony a second later and waited in the shadows until a signal from Sarah told him that she had cleared the room. Her short nap, however unwanted, had been beneficial and she was on high alert for anything. That didn’t mean that she hadn’t given Carrick a good couple of minutes complaining about it.

                The library of the High Palace was located in the west wing next to a section of guest sleeping quarters, and was part of one of the outcropping pieces of the entire building that made the castle look like an opening flower. Consequently, getting in unnoticed required scaling the outer walls to the sleeping quarters, then jumping from balcony to balcony until reaching the great balconies which surrounding the library. Also, because of the sheer ivory of the castle itself, dark clothing showed up against the walls no matter how dark the night was. So over the top of the dark clothes they wore Sarah and Carrick also wore a thin covering of a whitish, light grey material that blended into the shadows of the castle.

                The reason why they were creeping into the Great Library in the dead of the night rather than walking in during the day was because the library contained several vaults of classified information, some of which only the High King was allowed to view. Anyone who entered those vaults were guarded, their names recorded and what they read was put down on paper. Too much of a trail for people who wanted to find something without anyone knowing.

                Once Carrick and Sarah both stood just inside the balcony of the library they stripped off the light clothing to reveal the darker underneath. The scrunched the thin material into tight balls and shoved them into the small crack between one massive bookshelf and the wall.

                The night guard of the library consisted of three persons walking up and down the isles in no particular pattern. Thus, what was required to get to the vaults was an unpredictable game of cat and mouse. Half an hour it took for Sarah and Carrick to get from the balconies, up one of the staircases and to the wall containing the vaults. Carrick being part elf and being blessed with their fantastic hearing pressed his head up against one of the great doors and slowly turned the wheel back and forth to unlock the door. Sarah kept a lookout, her heart pounding with the thought that one of the guards might suddenly step out of the shadows and see them. Things could get ugly then. Neither Sarah nor Carrick could risk being known and besides running they didn’t have much choice but to permanently remove the threat. In this, Sarah was glad that Carrick was with her; she had never killed someone up close and personal before.

                There was an ominous click, the vault unlocking rather loud in the nearly empty room. Sarah and Carrick held still for a moment listening out for the sound of a guard. There was none so they slowly threw a green powder over the door to temporarily dismantle any protection or warning spells, and eased opened the door, wonderfully oiled so it made no sound, and Sarah slipped inside the crack. Carrick stayed in the opening to keep watch.

                Sarah scrambled to find the parchment she wanted. The vaults were organised into the era and year in which it was recorded and then sorted categorically, and finally numbered. Zekial had given them the number code for the scroll he wanted to Carrick and Carrick smirked when Sarah actually had to jump to reach the needed scroll. Some things about their sort of work just couldn’t be dignified.

                Sarah unrolled the scroll and mumbled under her breath, “Elvish! Who writes in Elvish anymore?” Carrick chuckled quietly; indeed it had been over fifty thousand years since even the elves used their ancient language. Nowadays everyone used the common trade language and perhaps only the Elvin priests knew the language, but anyone worth their salt could recognise it, much like recognising Japanese characters from English letters - it was an elegant and graceful language. Sarah pulled out the paper and pencil held tight in the waistband of her pants against her skin. It took her a good twenty minutes to copy down the short paragraphs, carefully drawing each character as she had no idea what it was saying. She wished Zekial good luck in trying to decipher it. Knowing him he probably already had some Elvin priest already blackmailed into translating it.

                The copy done and tightly tucked away against the small of her back they slipped out of the vault, closed the door, threw a blue powder over the door to reactivate the spells and slipped back into the darkness.

                Safety back in the balcony and in their lighter clothes, the moment Sarah and Carrick looked over their original path over the bedroom balconies they turned to each other in mock horror. One of the balconies spilled over with light and in the soft glow two lovers were making the most of the night sky. What fools were up this late at night!

                Carrick leaned over to Sarah and whispered in her ear, “His technique is rather impressive, well timed with even depth. The climax should be well built and powerful. Though at the moment he concentrates too much on his own release rather than using the rest of his body to ensure her climax is as powerful as possible which will in turn ensure his own ultimate pleasure.”

                “She obviously hasn’t done this before,” Sarah murmured back, “bending over the railing that way will leave her hips bruised tomorrow and I’m not talking about his hand marks. You have to let your stomach cushion against the railing and not let him push you up. Keeping yourself in place also ensures for deeper and harder thrusts because there is little giveway.”

                Sarah and Carrick suddenly looked and each other and laughed. Two cynical courtesans, they were! The two on the balcony were obviously in love as once they climaxed they remained entangled with each other, trading slow kisses and tender caresses - most of all a indescribable glow came from both of them that only powerful feelings could bring on.

                They decided on a new path across the balconies, above where the lovers were, and started to climb. They decided to climb three more stories above where the lovers still stood admiring the scenery so the wouldn’t be detected. Unfortunately one of the balconies had a few stones loose and when Sarah went to jump she slipped on the loose stones sending them tumbling to the ground below. Sarah fell sliding stifling a scream. For an instance she tumbled helplessly towards the darkness and death but she regained her senses and twisted her body so that she could grab onto the balcony the next floor down. Stones rattled along the side of the building making a noise and the lovers turned towards the sound. Sarah made a quick decision and decided that it was better to fall to the balcony below her than try to climb up the one she was hanging off. She let go and fell to a crouch

                “I didn’t know angels dropped onto balconies,” a voice said from the darkness of the room inside.

                Sarah froze and stared blindly at the hidden person. Oh crap. Why were there so many idiots up late tonight? She spun around to run.

                “No” the male voice said calmly and caught her arm before she could jump the balcony, “don’t go.”

                Sarah stared down at the strong hand that held her, his hold gentle but unwavering. She didn’t know he had been so close to get to her so quickly! “I’m sorry, my lord” she said quickly, ducking her head, hoping the darkness would hide her, “this is not a thing I normally do.”

                “Perhaps” the voice drawled, “and perhaps you were leaving your lover before the dawn comes. I assume it was your screams of satisfaction that I heard a moment ago. Are you trying to sneak back to your room?”

                Sarah looked up at the male with soft brown eyes and matching brown hair. Maybe she could use the lovers to her advantage - after all if he was staying in these quarters then he would most likely attend the ball the next night and could quite easily recognise her. She might get away with this after all. She relaxed her tense stand she had unconsciously taken when he had gripped her arm. “You are right of course. But he wasn’t exactly my lover, he was my client” she stated bluntly.

                A twinkle came into the brown eyes. “A courtesan” he murmured thoughtfully, “and I suppose your… client’s spouse wouldn’t be too happy at finding the two of you together?”

                “They never do” Sarah agreed, relaxing into the role.

                “Come inside” the man offered, “the wind is getting up and some wine might help to warm you.”

                “Thankyou” Sarah replied gracefully.

                Inside, the man lit a match and put it to the lamp dispelling some of the darkness and revealing them too each other. He was human and rather handsome. He poured them both wine and they sat in the lamplight. At the inquiring look he gave her clothes she shrugged, “hazard of the job.”

                He nodded. “Might I have the name of a woman who drops in on my balcony?” he requested.

                “Only if I can have yours first” she replied.

                “Paul” he answered, “Paul Fall.” At Sarah’s raised eyebrow he sighed and explained, “my parents had a thing for rhyming.”

                “Apparently” Sarah said and sipped her wine with a smile. She wondered where Carrick was. “I am Sarah.”

                “Sarah?” he said surprised, “the Lady Sarah?”

                She nodded. Who was this guy? She had heard the name somewhere… but where? “You seem to know what I do for a living, my lord, but I am in the dark as to your occupation” she prodded.

                “Just Paul thanks. I am the Labyrinth King’s first advisor. We’re here for the summit.” He grinned which made him look cute, “why else would anyone be here?” he joked lightly.

                The Labyrinthine King! The Goblin King! Jareth! The name hit her like the trunk of a tree. And if Paul was his advisor that meant… that meant Jareth was in the next room. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! Sarah desperately tried not to show her shock and took a large sip of the wine hoping the alcohol would put colour back into her cheeks which she was sure had gone quite white with the rest of her face. She forced a small laugh. “The summit is the main event of the year,” she said.

                “What are your plans for the rest of the night Lady Sarah?” Paul asked, “I hope I am not keeping you from another appointment. I wouldn’t mind paying someone of your beauty” he murmured to her. At any other time Sarah would have taken him up on it, if only to him screw him to the point where he forgot how she came to be there in the first place, and slip out unnoticed afterwards. But with the Goblin King next door she wasn’t about to touch him with a ten-foot pole.

                Backing towards the door leading out to the corridor beyond she made her excuses. “Actually I do have another appointment. In fact, “she managed a bashful look, “I’m actually in the middle of one. He’s probably wondering the corridors looking for me at the moment. You see, he was pretty drunk and about to pass out, and this other opportunity came along, and well…”

                “You didn’t want to pass up the opportunity” Paul finished.

                Sarah nodded dispite the fact that the man didn’t seem all that convinced. Besides, it was bad form for a courtesan to leave an assignment and attend to another man in the middle of it. Nonetheless she opened the door. Luck, thankfully, was on her side. Carrick was stumbling along the corridor, staggering about. “Woman” he slurred, pretending drunkenness, “come to bed. I want a good fuck.” He must have overhead the conversation Sarah had with Paul.

                “The client?” Paul asked dryly from the darkness of his room.

                Sarah moved away from him and towards Carrick, slipping an arm under him to support his drunken stupor. Carrick played his role to the hilt, fumbling at her body. “One of the perks of the job I’m afraid. He must have heard me in here. Are you going to the ball tomorrow? Perhaps I will see you there?” she offered hoping to distract him from their feeble explanation to cover her getting out of the room.

                “I will be. Perhaps we can meet up tomorrow.”

                Like hell! “It would be a pleasure” Sarah said with a smile and dragged Carrick out into the hallway. Safely out of sight, Carrick and Sarah looked at each other, before both broke out laughing. They shook their heads at each other and headed back home to sleep and get ready for the coming ball. That had been a close call!

                It was the moment they met with Zekial that they realised their mistake. Sarah went to pull out the copy and her eyes widened. She searched all over herself but could not find the copy. “I don’t understand…”

                “Indeed” Zekial drawled. But he wasn’t one to dwell on past mistakes; rather he looked at a way to fix them. Mistakes happened… it didn’t mean he had to like them. “Where could you have dropped it?”

                Sarah thought frantically for a minute. She had never made such a monumental mistake before! “It must have been when… when I dropped into Paul’s room.”

                Carrick nodded, “it was the only time you were out of my sight, otherwise I would have seen it fall from you.”

                “Very well, I suggest Sarah that you retrieve the copy” Zekial ordered. “You are both dismissed.”

                Sarah almost blanched. First she would have to sneak back into the room, the one that was right next to the Goblin King’s. If that search failed then she would have to get close to Paul and there was no way that she could avoid Jareth then…

                Carrick and Sarah turned to leave when Zekial called to her for a moment, “Sarah, after the ball tonight you will be put back on full training.”

                “Of course, my lord” Sarah answered giving a slight curtsy. Crap, crap, crap! Full training meant less time spent on other things, sore muscles and very little sleeping. She would be expected to keep up all her current duties as well as the extra training. Well, it was the least she expected for her mistake.
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