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Last Resort	By : jinx1764 Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 7045 -:- 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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�Dying?� Sarah repeated dumbly, �Forever and ever death?� Jareth noticed the glassy look of shock in her eyes; the gorgeous green eyes that haunted him these last two decades.

�Yes, Sarah. �
�But how? How is this possible? I thought the Labyrinth was eternal or immortal, right?� Her voice raised an octave, her hands fisted on the table, and tears formed in her eyes. Jareth sighed and lowered his gaze from her uncomfortable one. He knew facing Sarah would be difficult. His justification for anger towards her was well grounded and yet as he sat facing her that anger seemed reluctant to express itself. What he wanted to express was his desire to embrace her, comfort her, and share his long repressed passion. He heard her asking various questions in succession and Sarah continued speaking until she noticed that Jareth appeared dazed.

�Well? Are you going to answer me?� She snapped. Her face was flushed and her breathing rapid.

�Technically the Labyrinth exists in a certain type of timeless or immortal state since it�s a non-corporeal being.� He stalled clearing his mind of her distracting physical presence. �However, immortality doesn�t necessarily mean invincible or immune to the ending of one�s existence. There are many types of immortality such as: agelessness, immunity to disease processes- both external and genetic, and the ability to withstand physical trauma are the primary types.� Jareth watched as his information overload swamped her and she moved on to her next topic of concern.

�What about my friends? What will happen to them?� Jareth grimaced at the obvious progression of her questioning.

�If the Labyrinth dies, all its inhabitants will cease to exist as well.�

�What?� Sarah stood quickly knocking her chair over. �How can you sound so cold-blooded about it?�

Jareth�s simmering anger rose at her accusation and he sneered at her. �Believe me, my dear; I am far from feeling cold-blooded about this incredibly distasteful situation.�

�Well you don�t sound all that upset!�

�You�re the brilliant one who initiated this conversation with� and I quote� �five words or less, why are you here?��

�You are so...so...argh!� Sarah left the kitchen table forcing Jareth to quickly follow her if he wished to continue their conversation turned argument.

Sarah stormed into her living room. Her emotions threatened to overwhelm her and she sniffed to hold back more tears. Why did he have to be so, well...Jareth? Even as a human he was arrogant and cold and gorgeous and sexy and frustrating and... and...Sarah heard him walk up behind her and a tingling sensation thrilled over her skin just knowing he stood a few feet away. It was suddenly difficult for her to swallow as she cleared her throat to speak.

�Why is this happening? What�s killing the Labyrinth?� She asked without turning around. Jareth�s voice when he answered a minute later was somewhere between cruel and indifferent.

�You are, Sarah.�

�I am what?� She said turning to face the man who stood several feet from her; the man who looked at her with a strange combination of need and fear.

�You understand me. You�re killing the Labyrinth, Sarah. You�re draining its energy and magic and have been doing so for years. Ever since your victory.� Jareth spat the last word as if it were toxic. His voice increased in intensity and volume through his explanation and he stepped closer to Sarah with each word until only a couple of feet separated them.

�No...No...You�re lying!� She refuted. She shook her head and whispered denials with each new accusation from him.

�I�ve never lied to you. This is the truth.� He hands fisted at his sides as he restrained his growing frustration.

�But why now? It�s been so long? Why are you here now if this started when I won?� Jareth had not expected this question and was suddenly embarrassed.

�Time moves differently in the Underground and the details are irrelevant.� He blurted nonchalantly.

�You fucking bastard!� Faster than he could react she lashed out with her right palm and slapped his face. His human body had slower reflexes than his Fae but he was still able to catch her wrist after the act imprisoning it in his larger grip. He yanked her arm towards him over balancing her so that she stumbled into his chest and wrapped his opposite arm around her waist, trapping her against his body. Faces positioned inches apart Sarah continued to rail at him after her stunned gasp; her free hand beating his chest.

�Twenty years! Not a word from you for twenty years, then you just drop in like we�re old friends to tell me that everything is dying and it�s my fault! That my friends will die and it�s my fault! You couldn�t you fix it then? What the hell is wrong with you? You�re the damn Goblin King!�

Sarah would have continued yelling at Jareth for several more minutes but he stole her ability to rant when he firmly kissed her. He kept her body tightly held against his own partially for enjoyment and partially for safety. The split second after she slapped his face his simmering anger turned to rage and his only thought was to control her. Sarah, however, like Jareth, was never one to be controlled and when she berated him face to face he felt his own control slipping. Looking down into her heated face and feeling her now mature womanly body held against his he felt his manhood stir. Gods she felt wonderful! What pleasures he could show her!
Half of his brain listened to her harangue, which was frighteningly accurate, while the other half worked on a decision as his body enjoyed the physical sensations sparked from hers. Part of him really wanted to strangle her at this moment and be done with the entire mess of his existence. The rest of Jareth wanted, needed to kiss her and since that fit much better with his long term plans the still moderately rational part of his brain and his entire body chose that action.

It took Sarah a few seconds to comprehend that Jareth was kissing her. She resisted at first mainly from shock until the delicious sensations from his amazing lips tingled throughout her body. He still held her right wrist in a circulation stopping grip but she found she didn�t care as long as his lips continued their work. Jareth ran the tip of his tongue against her lips for a second until she opened her mouth to him. Sarah met him thrust for thrust and they deepened the kiss in a mutual rhythm. She felt his right hand release her waist and lower to her buttocks where he gave her a firm grip to bring her pelvis tight into his own; which she answered by raising her left leg slightly, wrapping around his opposing leg. She felt his erection against her lower abdomen and a bright heat fluttered in her groin causing her to involuntary moan.

Jareth�s ego found only encouragement with her response so he released her right hand and put his to better use by twinning in her hair at the back of her head. It felt as soft as he imagined. Would it smell as wonderful? The sudden need gripped him and he broke from her lips to bury his face in her neck and hair. He trailed his tongue over her ear and breathed deeply. She smelled of fresh air, rainstorms, and salvation. Her scent flared to his groin and he thrust himself into her pelvis on instinct. Sarah tossed her head back at the thrill he sent through her and felt herself growing wet for him as his name escaped her lips.

�Jareth!� She gripped the collar of his shirt with both hands and ran her fingers over his exposed skin. He felt like silk and looked like moonlight. Sarah leaned in and tasted him; something she had fantasized for years. She reminded him of exotic spices and subtle masculine musk. Her tongue tingled when she touched his skin.

�By the Gods, Sarah, you�ll be my undoing.� His smooth baritone murmured into her ear. Sarah gathered the shreds of her higher brain functions and asked in a casually, cruel tone uniquely hers.

�Why didn�t you ever come to me?� Burning rage flared within Jareth melding with his frustrated passion. His hand entangled in her tresses which had previous been caressing suddenly gripped the strands with enough strength to pull her face away from his. He heard and felt numerous strands break as the rest allowed him to keep her head captive. Sarah yelped from the sharp pain and looked into his eyes with a bit of fear.

�You dare ask me such a question?� He sneered. �You banned me from your life, Oh Great and Powerful Champion! Defeater of the Goblin King!�

�No...I just won the game!� She yelled back at him becoming just as incensed.

�As usual, my dear, you understand the rudimentary principals and yet learn none of the lessons.� Jareth�s voice chilled her to her core but his eyes and body made her burn. �Your infamous last words to me sealed the deal- as they say. As the Goblin King and Fae, I could not be present in your personal world in any manner unless you called me. �

�You really don�t have any power over me...?� She mused aloud but Jareth didn�t miss those words and tightened his grip on her hair.

�So sure about that are you?� He threatened in a husky voice and punished her with his mouth effectively ceasing further verbal responses from her. Sarah struggled with him, his kiss was violent, almost biting and she didn�t want to respond to it. But decades of repressed desire and confusion warred with logic and she felt herself slipping. Jareth paused, momentarily looking down at the struggling and conflicted women he�d captured. �I�ll thank you never to speak that phrase to me again. I am understood?� He said firmly to her.

�Go to hell, Jareth!� She screamed back and scratched the base of neck where it lay exposed from his shirt. Thin parallel trails of blood welled up staining the silk and Jareth felt himself grow harder at the pain; some small rational portion of himself cringed at his increasing depravity in Sarah�s presence.

�Already been... Why don�t you join me?� Jareth resumed kissing her in a rough fashion only this time Sarah reciprocated and where before she had scratched him; she now she tore his shirt open revealing his pale skin and broad, lean shoulders. She scraped her long, natural nails of both hands over his taut nipples earning her a shudder and gasp from humanized Goblin King. Jareth continued to kiss Sarah with an intensity born of long desperation and she returned each of his threats with equal fervor. Their lips and tongues met, separated and regrouped. He felt her hands explore his bare chest as he passed both of his hands over her body to end on her buttocks to pull her tight against him again.

Sarah bit at his lower lip nearly to the point of drawing blood. Jareth grunted into her mouth. Releasing her rear he brought his hands to her front and quickly worked them beneath her shirt and bra, pulling upwards. Sarah raised both arms in compliance so that he could slip both over her head. Before he touched her again he removed the remnants of his shirt as well. Sarah felt her nipples harden as his hands brushed over them and a jolt of lust surged through her. Before he could regain possession of her she had grabbed the edge of his pants and pushed him against the nearest wall; her lips on his and her hands firmly, almost harshly grasping him through his leathers.

Sarah�s hands clenching his erection through his pants sent Jareth past any restraint he might have imagined for himself. He answered her with one of his own hands thrust down the front of her jeans, long fingers seeking out her center. He thrust the tip of his middle finger into her and discovered her already soaking. A vague thought of surprise surfaced in his mind regarding her obvious attraction to him before it was forgotten in his haze of lust.

Jareth�s touch sent Sarah into a frenzy of passion. She couldn�t remember feeling such intense desire before. Even eleven years of dating and marriage to Eric had never inspired such strong physical responses in her. She once feared that such passion was beyond her; except for her dreams and her artwork.
She temporarily lost the ability to speak more than monosyllabic words and sounds as Jareth used her own moisture to stimulate her most sensitive area. After a few minutes she regained herself and attacked the fastening to his pants with a ferocity that startled him and had him naked from the waist before her seconds later.

Before Sarah could spend long enjoying the site of an aroused Goblin King standing erect and proud he returned the favor and stripped her of the remaining clothing between them. Jareth leaned down and bit one of her dusky nipples before scooping her up by her backside. She flung both legs around his waist and before either stopped to consider waiting he had thrust inside of her while she had simultaneously impaled herself onto him. All coherent thought escaped them both as the combination of anger, passion, and something as yet undefined ruled their actions. Grasping her securely around the torso he spun them around and slammed her against them same wall he had just been held prisoner moments before. The force helping him to bury himself further into Sarah which caused her to spasm and moan.

She clenched her heels into his back and her hands at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. He could feel them pierce through and trickles of blood started to run. It only flared his lust higher. He pulled her from the wall, turned a few steps, and collapsed to the floor with Sarah beneath him; barely able at the last second to pull his weight to avoid crushing her. She didn�t seem to notice the impact as she clenched him tighter. Jareth used one hand to support his weight and the other grasp the rear of her hips. He didn�t look into her face but kept his head tucked into her neck as he set a furious pace; slamming into her as fast as his new human body allowed. Sarah kept her head turned away as Jareth forcefully thrust into her. His panting breath on her breasts teased her but he would not indulge. She repeatedly scored her nails over his back enjoying his flinches. His erection touched places in her that no man had been able to reach before; pain and pleasure mixed until she grew dizzy and euphoric.

Being inside of Sarah, finally after desiring her for so long, was beyond his fantasies; even for the master of dreams he could not have dreamt of her. Her scorching walls clenched him incredibly tight shortening his stamina rapidly. His entire existence centered at this single moment. He needed to know her, feel her, smell her, and taste every part of her. He needed to punish her. He wanted to worship her.
He felt himself harden further and his testicles tightened warning him of his impending climax. Jareth barely managed to gasp out her name and somehow she understood because she answered with his name in a whisper as her climax crashed into her. He felt her spasms around him as his emptied himself into her; his final thrust deep as he flung his head up and backwards in agonized ecstasy.

Sarah�s head fell backwards as well but against her living room carpet; her raven hair knotted and haloed around her head, her eyes squeezed tight, jaw slack. Both gave loud cries in unison as they reached orgasm and the thread binding them together flared creating a sharp, intense feeling in their chests.
Neither moved nor looked at the other, while they recovered for the next few moments. Both panted and waited for their heart rates to slow; a thin sheen of perspiration covering them. Finally, Jareth easily rolled away from Sarah and lay next to her on the floor. Close but not touching. He stared at the ceiling and attempted to put a rational thought together.

Sarah allowed him to disengage without a word and waited for him to initiate contact. Something, anything to break the awkward silence they endured. She never noticed how cobwebby her ceiling had gotten. �I�ll have to remedy that.� She thought. �God, what�s wrong with him? Why won�t he say something? �

Jareth coughed to clear his throat and turned his head to her. �So...�

Sarah turned quickly to look at him. �Yeah?� Her fingers nervously plucked at carpet fibers.

�That was unexpected. We should do that again...Later...After we�ve rested...And talked...What? Why are you looking at me like that? Sarah?� He called after she had given him a world class evil glare, flipped him her middle finger, and stomped off to her bedroom.

�That�s the closest you�ll ever get again!� She yelled back to him just before slamming her bedroom door. Jareth sat in the middle of her living room in all his bare glory; his leather pants bunged around his ankles, with a look of utter confusion on his face.

�Did I just miss something?�
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