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Makes No Sense At All (Labyrinth) - Ch 17  

itzchic824 37F
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3/24/2018 6:18 pm
Makes No Sense At All (Labyrinth) - Ch 17


Chapter 17 - 'Cause inside I realize that I'm the one confused

Oh no, he wasn't letting her push him away again. He put slight pressure on her chin once more. When she looked up, he swooped down to capture her lips with his. He felt her push slightly against his chest, but he wasn't having any of it. They were meant to be, she wanted him, and he would show her.

His tongue did its own magic dance with hers. First coaxing it, enticing with his own spell. Her hand went limp, snagged in the opening of his shirt as she started to lose herself in the moment. His hand still at her waist slowly pulled her to him, partially trapping hers in between them. The other slid to tangle into the silky strands at the nape of her neck, also a strategic move to keep her lips right where they were.

He felt he could kiss her forever, he could be happily suspended in this moment. However, there was more he intended on now that he had finally got her this far. Also, almost losing her not once in the air, but then a second time in her dream, made him feel almost frantic. He tried not to let that show outwardly. He didn't want to scare her away. For all the bravado and strength his Sarah had, there was still a 15 year old girl who never really learned how to return love. If he didn't tread carefully, she would slide through his fingers again. Literally and figuratively.

He left a small space between their bodies, trying to move slowly. His gloved hand at her waist traced up her back under her shirt.

That seemed to give her the go ahead to free her hand by his chest and both made their way tentatively towards where his shirt met his pants, seeking his bare skin.

He allowed them a breath as his mouth moved to her ear, blowing in it gently and his tongue snaking out to trace the delicate shell. He could feel the shiver go through her. He savored every reaction he could coax from her, as he knew she was very controlled.

She had managed to pull his shirt from his pants and she was idly exploring his stomach and chest, traveling to his toned back.

He took her mouth with his again, as her wandering hands started to snap his careful control. When she lightly scratched her nails into his back, he knew she couldn't have any idea what that was doing to him. His Sarah, that he thought was lost to him forever when she defeated the Labyrinth. His Sarah, who was thrust back into his life by neither her or his actions. His Sarah, was in his arms voluntarily giving herself to him, one motion at a time.

Unfortunately, that little movement caused him to lose his control for a single moment and he jerked her flush against him, into his lap.

She felt exactly how much he wanted her even through both of their pants. Though his were more of a second skin. She broke the kiss and became stiff in his arms, breathing heavily.

He tried to distract her with trailing kisses down her neck, but it was too late, she was gone.

She had pushed from his embrace and slid off the bed. "I..I'm sorry Jareth."

He huffed in annoyance, "Sarah love, you want this, I want this. What is the matter?"

She was now backing towards the connecting door to her room,"I..need a shower! I'm disgusting from today!" Then the door slammed, leaving a very frustrated Goblin King.

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Sarah wasn't lying, she did need a shower, which was where she currently was. Letting the water cascade down her keyed up body. But it wasn't the whole truth. She panicked. She wanted him, had since she was 15. She wasn't blind, he was a perfect specimen of maleness. Then as she had got to know him in her time in the Underground, she found he wasn't this unreasonable, foreboding being. He was King yes and he did tend to want to get his way. But he was willing to listen and she had rarely seen his temper. He also had a wicked sense of humor that she loved.

But whatever this was with them, scared her. He was a friggin King! She was just a 30 year old laid off writer. Which until recently, her life had been pretty boring. This whole spell business was definitely one of those situations of be careful what you wished for. She always wanted more adventure and had yearned for it, not knowing why. Though it made sense now, having been in a mystical realm 15 years ago. She had wanted to come back even though she didn't remember it.

She kept waiting for him to burst in the bathroom honestly. She had locked the door in her panic, but he could certainly get through a locked door in his own castle if he so chose. Just another thing to add to the positive column about him, he respected her privacy as long as it didn't involve her safety.

She finished cleaning herself and turned the shower off. She stepped out, wrapping up in a big fluffy towel. Another amenity of this place, her towels at home didn't feel like small blankets.

She dried her hair with a smaller one and tentatively opened the door, wondering if he'd be waiting.

He wasn't.

She wasn't sure whether to be relieved or disappointed.

"Probably for the best," she muttered.

She would have to face him sometime, but she was too confused and her body was still humming from his earlier attentions, that she was glad it wasn't now.

She flopped on the bed, expelling a frustrated breath. Frustrated at herself and at her body for not wanting to forget about the unfinished business she left with Jareth.

She was just going to lay there for a minute before getting up to change, but when next she opened her eyes, it was hours later. Checking the clock on the wall, it was past midnight..and her stomach was growling.

No wonder, as it'd been a long time since breakfast. Unfortunately the kitchens were quite a trek from her room.

"I wish I had something to eat," she mumbled to herself.

"Here you go miss," said a voice in the darkness, making her jump off the bed.

A light flickered and then the fireplace by the table and chairs, came to life. A small shadow was standing there.

As Sarah inched near, she squinted to make out the shape. "Dot?"

The little goblin giggled,"Yes Lady. I figured you would be hungry when you woke up, so I have been waiting. Now sit! I can hear your stomach."

Sarah sat in one of the chairs and saw a steaming bowl of soup with bread on the side, waiting for her.

She smiled,"Thanks Dot. You're a life saver."

"It's nothing my Lady. I will get it in the morning. Good night."

Before Sarah could reply she had scampered off.

She finished every bite, feeling much better once the food was gone. She sat sipping the tea Dot had brought as well.

She brought the cup with her back to the bedside table. Though she obviously wasn't currently tired.

The Goblin King could help with that, her subconscious butted in.

Nope nope, not going there.

She wandered to the bookcases in her sitting room, grabbing a mindless one that should put her out in minutes. She made her way back to the bed and made herself comfortable.

Unfortunately the book was very well written, with a lot of romance. These characters didn't know how to wait to get it on. Sarah groaned in annoyance. She couldn't get a reprieve and now her body felt even worse. It needed release. But when she would do it on her own it really only banked the embers, it never gave her relief on a bigger scale. Just another reason to not open herself to someone. If she couldn't do it, a guy sure as hell couldn't know her body better.

She shut out the light on the nightstand and attempted to go to sleep with the low light of the fire. All she managed to do was toss and turn. Her body was having none of it.

She had never bothered to change into night clothes and now the towel was twisted mostly off her body, freeing it to the air. Which seemed to caress her budded nipples like she wanted a certain Fae to do.

Her body all of a sudden seemed very sensitive, without her doing anything to cause it. The air seeming to travel down between her legs softly, causing her to unconsciously widen them a bit. Just enough pressure to leave her wanting more.

She had to be dreaming, she tried to justify as her hands bunched in the blankets. She was turned on when she fell asleep and so logically her mind would create something.

A laugh came by her ear, "My clever one." The breeze seemed to form into fingers and was lightly stroking her nether lips. More teasing than giving any real relief.

The voice sounded suspiciously familiar, "Jareth?" She opened her eyes, so sure he was there, but her room was empty. However she still felt the stroking, driving her crazy.

Instead of the voice again, she felt a hot mouth engulf her nipple. Her eyes had snapped closed and she tried to hold him to her, but her fingers passed through nothing.

Against her body's protests, she bolted up and out of the bed. She was to the connecting doors before she realized she HAD been dreaming. She was disoriented as she stumbled against the wall putting a hand up to steady herself. The towel had fallen off on the bed when she lunged off it and for the door. Thank God she had woke herself up before storming into his room buck naked.

Too bad that didn't calm her body down. In fact it was even more fired up than before she had drifted off.

She carefully laid her head against the wall. She didn't know what to think. Did Jareth send her that dream to force her to him? Or was it just her overactive, sexually starved imagination?

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When Sarah had left him, he had vanished to his tower room and smashed a few crystals against the stone. Not in anger at her, but mere frustration at how close they had been to being one and also at the state of his body. He needed relief and only she could give it to him.

Oh, he could do it and he had. More than he cared to count. But his body wept for hers.

He had finally wore himself out enough to go back to his bed for some rest. Which led to dreaming of him sending her the caresses. He didn't do it purposely, but his mind had other plans once he was in the realm of fantasy.

When she forcefully pulled out of the dream, it catapulted him awake too.

He could hear her moving around, but then all went quiet.

What was she thinking?

After many long moments of silence, he started to think she must've went back to sleep. But then the door to her room opened and his keen eyes followed her making her way to his bed. His fire had long since died as he had never bothered to rekindle it when he came back to his room after his exertions in the tower. He discreetly made it light by magic, enough so she could see but not noticeable to her that anything in the room had changed.

He lay still as she sat on the side of the bed by him and he could now see through his slitted eyes, she was wearing a towel.

She looked down at him for a minute, then she lightly touched his shoulder, which was bare, as he liked to sleep in the nude. "Jareth?" she said softly.

He pretended to jerk awake and fully opened his eyes, "Precious? What is the matter?" He slid his gloveless hand up her am.

"I had a weird dream and I didn't know if maybe.. you sent it to me?" She looked away from him.

He took a breath and let it out. He sat up, careful to let the blankets pool in his lap. He then proceeded to explain that he hadn't intentionally sent it to her. He himself was asleep and it was subconsciously done.

"I am very sorry Precious. I would never force my attentions on you like that, " he finished, now stroking her back through the towel.

She didn't rebuff his touch while she was listening, now she looked at him and gave a half smile. "I guess I can't really be mad at you for that. As long as it was an accident."

He grinned at her,"Oh love, it would never be an accident if I had you and certainly not in a dream."

The words were out before he realized he shouldn't push her, but she just laughed. "I did leave you in a bad spot. I can't blame your subconscious."

"One would say it wasn't very fair," he teased.

She grinned at him,"I wonder what your basis for comparison is." Then she frowned,"I AM sorry Jareth. If you happen to remember any of my memories, I haven't exactly had the best time with guys. I'm not an innocent but every time I bothered I wished I hadn't. I don't know if it's cause my mind gets in the way, I know I think too much. Or if the guys really were just asses."

He did remember some of those as he had been looking for the one who had put the spell on her, he understood the need for his patience. But.."I do agree that you get in your way with too many thoughts, however from what I did see, most of the males you were with weren't worthy of your body to begin with."

"I..just wish I could still control my actions and make my own decisions, but without my brain getting in the way when it comes to those situations. Do you get what I mean?"

"I believe I do. You want to get out of your way, so to speak, with things you really do want."

She had been looking at her lap, but glanced up at his reply,"Exactly."

Then he saw her eyes started to droop. "Come, it seems everything is catching up to you. Join me under the covers," he pulled the blankets back and gently tugged at her arm, then when she started to protest he added, "Just to sleep love. It is very late after all."

She gave in and crawled next to him, hanging onto the towel and curled into his body, his arm around her. Both Goblin King and Champion succumbed to the realm of dreams.

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Copyright 2018

A/N - *Dodges the objects being thrown.* Sorry guys, I seriously was planning on lots of nakedness in this chapter, but my characters went a different way. I think more so Sarah than Jareth. I hope the fact this chapter is almost twice as long as the last few will at least make up for it a little.

*Lyric is from "Breaking the Habit" - Linkin Park


I sent an Angel to watch over you last night, it returned in a hurry. I asked why, it said "Angels can't watch porn." Thanks for fucking traumatizing my fucking Angel!

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