A Labyrinth Fanfiction
Chapter 18: Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now
**Warning: Adult-type touching in this chapter
Exhaustion seemed a gentle word compared to how Jareth felt just now. He'd been awake for going on forty-eight hours, and while that wasn't nearly as long as the previous time he'd done something like this, he still felt just as tired. It could be that this time he hadn't taken any potions to keep himself awake. Instead he'd relied on tea
lots of caffeinated tea. However it didn't have the same effect as potions. But he was determined to not resort to the pick-me-up potion again out of respect for Sarah. She'd asked him to not take it again, and he had to agree with her that the last time had had disastrous results.
The reason he'd been awake for the past forty-eight hours or so was simple
there was SO much to do! If in the event that he were to lose his kingdom, preparations needed to be made. He couldn't let the goblins fall into slavery under whatever lackey the council sent to rule in his stead. Instead, he'd been making preparations to allow the goblins to hide away in the firey's forest. The forest was much bigger than most believed and there were many places to hide. Jareth was preparing protection spells that would help the goblins should they need to use the hiding areas. He'd also been studying marital bonding spells in more depth. Luckily, what he'd been reading was very promising. However there was no way to definitively tell if the spell would work for he and Sarah until it was cast and tested. Unfortunately he had a suspicion that there wouldn't be a test period. They would just have to hope it worked.
Back to being exhausted
Jareth had finally decided that more research on bonding spells would be pointless. There had never been a situation like theirs before and therefore there was no proof that it would work for them. As to the situation with the goblins
he was too tired to cast any more protection spells. Whenever he even tried to form a crystal, it came out lopsided and opaque. So in the interest of being more useful, Jareth had decided to get some sleep. However, it was at that moment that a rapping was heard on his study door. Grumbling something about this had better be important, he straightened himself and bid the knocker to enter. To his surprise, Athena swept in, golden robes billowing behind her. "My dearest Aunt, how may I help you?" he asked rising from his seat.
Athena looked him over once, taking in his rumpled and tired appearance. "By getting some rest
that's how you can help me," she answered.
"You came all this way to tell me to go to bed?" Jareth stepped out from behind his desk and came around to lean against the front of it, one heel crossed over the other and his arms folded over his chest.
"No, I came to tell you that I arranged a meeting between you and Sarah for tomorrow morning, but you need some rest before you go. It wouldn't do to have her worrying that you can't take care of yourself."
Jareth perked up at the mention of Sarah and stood up straight. "You, my dear Athena, are the most wonderful fae in existence," he stepped close to her and bowed low over her hand that he'd caught in his own gloved one. "Might I ask how? Never mind
it does not matter. Tomorrow morning?"
"Yes," she replied smiling. "At nine o'clock sharp."
"Then I'd best get some sleep."
"Yes, you'd best."
"Thank you, Athena. And give Olseth greetings from me."
"I will, Jareth. Take care to avoid Lord Cumberland while you're there. It wouldn't do to get into a mess with him just before the trial."
"Of course not my dearest Aunt."
"Then I shall leave you to rest, Jareth."
"Thank you again, Athena," he said just before she used a transportation spell to whisk back to the Sylvan king's domain. He went to his bedchamber shortly after and settled down on the garnet red satin sheets allowing his body to relax and his mind to go blank as sleep overtook him.
o O o O o O o
The next morning, Jareth woke and went through his morning routine quickly before grabbing a couple of apples and snipping a purple and white orchid from his private garden. Once he was ready and it was nigh on nine o'clock, he preformed a transportation spell and within a matter of seconds was standing before the chateau of the Underground Council. It was a large building, but not much larger than his own castle, and built of white marble. He'd always thought the council was a bit too ostentatious for their own good. However he kept his thoughts to himself as he was ushered in the door and up to the apartments kept at the ready for guests.
On the second floor, the young Guard member who was leading him stopped and turned towards a door on the right. "Miss Williams' room is here, your Majesty," he said before stepping back and allowing Jareth to knock.
A quiet 'come in' allowed him admittance and he slowly opened the door and was greeted by the sight of a spacious room that was decorated in varying shades of green and beige. Sarah was sitting in a cozy looking chair near the fireplace reading a book. Had Jareth not known she was being held against her will here, he would've thought her to be quite happy. He smiled as she looked up; it took her a moment to realize that he was really there and when she did, she quickly rose, dropping the book to the floor, and rushed to him. Her body hit his with force that knocked the wind from his lungs temporarily and her arms wrapped around his middle in a tight hug that suggested she might not let go. "Sarah," he whispered into her hair as he wrapped his own gloved hands around her and held her just as tightly as she did him.
They stayed wrapped in each other's arms for a few long indeterminate minutes before Sarah pulled back to look at Jareth properly. "You look thinner," she commented.
"It's a possibility," he shrugged.
"Well you need to eat more."
At this he produced the two apples he'd brought with him. "I brought us breakfast
" he produced the orchid as well.
"It's beautiful!" Sarah exclaimed taking the orchid from him.
"I wasn't sure of the accommodations they'd put you in, so I thought the orchid might brighten things up a bit."
"Thank you, that was very considerate." She placed the orchid down on the table and accepted the apple Jareth offered her. They sat at the small table to eat their breakfast. "So how did you manage to get in to see me?" Sarah asked.
"Athena knows a couple of people who owe her favors," he replied casually.
"Well tell her thank you then." Sarah took another bite of her apple and chewed thoughtfully before asking, "How long can you stay?"
"Only a couple of hours, but I have much to tell you," he paused for a moment, his eyes going to a place over Sarah's shoulder. "What is that?" he asked rising and walking away from the table.
Sarah turned to see what he was looking at and her eyes widened as she saw him examining the dress she'd been wearing her first day when the Guard had taken her. "It's nothing, Jareth," she said quickly rising to stop him. She didn't need him to know about Lord Cumberland's treatment of her. It would only lead to bad things.
"This is blood, Sarah," he said now holding the dress close to examine it. "Why is there so much blood on your dress, Sarah?" His voice was low and Sarah could tell his anger was simmering just below the surface now. Her answer would determine what would happen next.
"I tripped," she said quickly. "I tripped when I first got here and when I hit the floor I got a bloody nose."
At that moment the door clicked open and Sarah turned sharply to see Antony with a tea tray. "I thought you might like some tea for your guest and yourself, Miss Sarah," he said moving to set the tray on the table and seemingly oblivious to what he'd just interrupted. Looking up, he saw Jareth holding the bloodied dress. "Ah, yes, still feel guilty about that, Miss. Lord Cumberland was out of line, he was. I'd be glad to help replace it if you'd like?"
Jareth rounded on the young fae. "And just what did Lord Cumberland do?" he asked, the anger still at only a simmer.
Antony took a step back from the Goblin King, a bit of a worried look on his face. "He pushed Miss Sarah causing her to fall. Like I said, I'd be glad to help replace it. I don't get a lot for wages, but I'd still be happy to help."
"Don't worry about it, thank you," Jareth said in a clear dismissal.
Antony took the hint and quickly left, closing the door behind him. Once the Guard had gone, Jareth rounded on Sarah. "Tripped, my dear?"
"I'm sorry, Jareth, I just don't want you to over-react what with the trial being so close."
"I know how close the trial is, Sarah, and I know that Lord Cumberland should not be allowed to get away with this."
"And just what do you plan on doing to him?"
"An eye for an eye," he muttered, still staring at the large bloodstain on the front of the dress.
"No, Jareth," Sarah commanded, marching over to him and tearing the dress from his hands. His eyes snapped up to see her frustrated visage. "Two wrongs do not make a right. I want you to promise me."
"Promise you what?" he crossed his arms and started tapping one foot impatiently.
"I want you to promise that you won't go after Lord Cumberland for this."
"He needs to understand that he can not get away with such offenses!"
"No, you need to understand that it doesn't matter
"But he has dishonored you, Sarah!"
"I don't care, Jareth!" she yelled. "I don't want you complicating things before your trial. You can't afford to let Lord Cumberland win like that!" She was so frustrated that tears were starting to form in her eyes.
"Sarah," Jareth's voice was lower now, calmer as he took in her reddened face and the tears in the corners of her eyes. She was right
He couldn't afford to lose his focus. It was the same thing King Olseth had been telling him; the kingdom came first. "My apologies, Sarah." He uncrossed his arms to let them hang limply at his sides. "You're right. I shouldn't let Lord Cumberland distract me so."
They studied each other for a while before Sarah let out a large sigh and with it seemed to expel all of the tension that had built up in her. "Thank you for understanding."
The Goblin King stepped forward and grasped her hands with his. "This is not how I wanted to spend what little time I have with you, precious."
Sarah smiled and nodded. "You said you had important things to tell me?"
Jareth returned her smile and kissed her forehead. "Indeed I do, my dear." He then backed them up until they were at her bed and he sat down, pulling her with him. He scooted back until his back was resting against the headboard and turned Sarah so that she sat between his legs, her back against his chest. It had been so long since they'd been this close and they both relished the feeling of each other's bodies against their own. Jareth wrapped his arms around Sarah's middle and placed a chaste kiss on her temple before beginning to speak. "Over the past few days I've been making preparations in case worse comes to worse."
Sarah stiffened slightly in his arms. "Jareth," she wanted to comfort him and tell him that he wouldn't lose his kingdom, but she honestly didn't know. If all fae were as prejudiced as Lord Cumberland, there might be a distinct possibility that the worse might come to pass.
"Let me finish, Sarah," he requested and waited till she relaxed back into him again. "I've prepared the goblins and given them hiding places so they will not become slaves and I've continued your research."
At this, Sarah twisted her head around so she could see him. "You did? Have you had better luck than me?" His answering smile made her twist about her torso to better face him. "What did you find?" she asked eagerly.
"I'm not entirely positive it will work, but from what I've read when a couple has a marital bonding spell placed on them, it connects them in more ways than just being married. They are also able to sense each other's emotions to an extent; the sense of touch between the two is enhanced as well. However the part I found most intriguing was that the couple is able to share each other's magic as well as magical ability to a limited extent."
that means that I could borrow your magic to go back to the Aboveground?"
"Precisely," he smiled.
"I sense a 'but'
" she raised an eyebrow.
"Perceptive as ever, my dear." He let out a sigh before continuing. "Every case I came across was between two individuals who have their own magic. I could not find any accounts researching the share of magic between a human and a fae
or any other magical being for that matter."
"So we're not sure if it will work?" Jareth simply nodded and Sarah twisted back around so that she was facing forward and leaned back against him. "I suppose we'll just have to take chances and hope it works. Either that or hit the books again."
"I don't think we'll have a chance to 'hit the books again'." He said solemnly.
She turned her head back again to see him staring off into space. "I think we may only have one shot at this."
"Well sure, we'd have to wait until after the trail, but after you win, we'll have lots of time to look." He looked down at her finally and she could see the fear in his eyes. She was silent for a moment, taking in the look he was giving her. "You
you don't think you'll win?" It was more of a statement than a question. In response, Jareth tightened his hold on her and nuzzled his nose against her neck. "What if it doesn't work?"
He kissed the side of her neck and whispered, "It will."
"When will we do the spell? Does a minister or official have to do it?"
"No, in fact, we could do it ourselves right now. The ceremony is superfluous
only a way for loved ones to celebrate the couples union."
"We don't even need a witness?"
"No, the magic will work either way."
Silence filled the room for a long period of time where they simply sat together. Finally, Sarah asked, "Do we have enough time to do it now?"
"I believe so. It won't take long, perhaps twenty minutes at most for adjustment time."
"Then lets do it. Lets get married right now, because the next time I see you won't be until the trial and by then it might be too late." She didn't state why it would be too late because they both knew that if he lost, he would be sent Aboveground and she would be stuck without him in the Underground. "What do we need to do?" She asked, moving away from him to stand.
"We'll need a binding of some sort… like a ribbon or…" Sarah pulled out the long cord used to tie the corset together in her other dress. Jareth's eyes widened slightly and he grinned. "I suppose that'll work." She handed him the cord and watched as he formed a crystal in one hand and juggled it along the front and back of his hand before grasping it firmly and wrapping the cord around it. Once it was tightly wrapped, Jareth squeezed the crystal and it broke, but no shards fell from his hands. Instead, a glittery substance now covered the cord, of which, Sarah strongly suspected was raw magic.
"What else?" she asked. Jareth pulled a short dagger from his boot. "How did you manage to get that in here?" Sarah exclaimed, amused.
"Dragon hide boots… no ordinary spell can penetrate it."
"Okay, now to the more worrying question, what do we need a knife for?"
"Sacrifice." Sarah's face paled. "Not like that! We must sacrifice our own blood in order for the spell to recognize who we are and for it to unite us properly. It'll only hurt for a second."
"Fine, now what?"
"Now we just need to perform the spell." He moved them to the open space in the room and grabbed hold of her left hand. Carefully, he made a quick slice along her palm. She gritted her teeth, but didn't make a sound. Peeling the glove from his own left hand, he did the same before grasping her hand in his and starting the incantation. "Sarah Anne Williams," he started, laying the cord over their clasped hands. "I, Jareth le Roi, bound myself to you and do give you my oath that I will love you, cherish you, and care for you unconditionally through sickness and health, for richer or poorer, and through good times and bad for the rest of this life and into the next." As he spoke, he wrapped the cord around their hands. "Now you repeat the same back to me."
Sarah nodded and took in a deep breath before starting. "Jareth le Roi, I, Sarah Anne Williams, bound myself to you and do give you my oath that I will love you, cherish you, and care for you unconditionally through sickness and health, for richer or poorer, and through good times and bad for the rest of this life and into the next." As she finished speaking, Jareth finished wrapping the cord around their hands.
Sarah stood still for a moment, not feeling any different, and was just about to voice that she didn't think it had worked when the cord around their hands tightened of its own accord and started to vibrate. She stared in shock at it as it continued to wrap around their hands and up their arms nearly to the elbow. Once it stopped moving, she noticed that the color was changing from white to a deep honey gold. The color started at either end near their elbows and was slowly making its way toward the middle where their hands were clasped. Once it crept over their hands and joined to form a solid gold cord, it started to emit a golden hued light. Sarah felt it tighten one last time before it fell limp. However the second it fell limp, she felt a rush of… something… hit her. She wasn't sure exactly what it was, but it hit her with the force of a tidal wave. She sucked in a breath of air and looked up at Jareth who was also staring at her. He smiled and she could feel the elation coming from him, which only served to make her grin as well. It had worked. She could feel what he felt… his emotions as well as a kind of tingly feeling that sparked and snapped along her nerves. Perhaps it was his magic?
However at that moment every single thought left her head as his free hand brushed against her cheek. She leaned into the touch and closed her eyes, relishing the warmth and intimacy of the touch. She reached up with her free hand to caress Jareth's cheek as well, wanting him to feel the pleasure that the action had brought her. He closed his eyes as she'd done and a low rumble was heard. She smiled at the thought that it was almost as if he was purring. She felt like purring herself, actually. Jareth loosened the cord around their hands and let it fall to the floor before using both hands to brush along her sides and settle on her hips. She vaguely noted that their palms had been healed with the spell. Jareth gently pulled her forward until there was little perceptible space between them. Sarah smoothed her hands along his chest up over his shoulders to pull him down into a kiss. It was fantastic the way his lips meshed with hers, sending her over-sensitive nerve endings into overload.
Sarah pulled back, sucking air into her lungs as her fingers rapidly unbuttoned Jareth's vest and shirt, allowing her access to his skin. While running her hands over him with his shirt on was wonderful, there were no words to describe the pleasure she derived when there was nothing between them… only skin. Meanwhile, Jareth had reached around behind her to unbutton her dress and loosen it enough to tug the silky material off her shoulders. His eyes caressed every inch of her exposed skin, making her flush. A delighted grin crossed his features and he gently led her to the bed, his hands only leaving her as he used his teeth to pull the one remaining ever-present black leather glove off. Sarah found this action to be highly erotic and nearly tackled him when they reached the bed.
Her whole body now pressed against his, she let out a moan of satisfaction and proceeded to strip him of his clothing while he did the same to her. Their mouths had a difficult time staying away from each other and they continued with small kisses as each article of clothing came off. Soft slow caresses sent shivers of pleasure up and down both pale bodies. Neither had said a word since the bonding, but neither felt anything needed to be said. They could feel what the other wanted, what the other's body was demanding, and with each stroke, each caress, each kiss
they sunk further and further into a place of feeling, of sensation and awareness. Slowly they pleasured each other, re-affirming their love and consummating their marriage.
It was only an hour or so later that they both lay panting and feeling gratified beyond belief under the duvet. Sarah had just moved to begin the process again when Jareth stopped her with a firm hand around her wrist. "Precious," he addressed her. "As much as I would love to, and I know you can feel the truth in those words," he smirked. "I need to be going. I'm actually surprised we haven't been interrupted as it is."
"Do you have to?"
"I do," he nodded, but one hand gently ran down her side until it came to rest on her hip. "We won't see each other now until the trail."
"But that's so far away," Sarah complained.
"It's only two days more," Jareth replied moving to rise from the bed and find his clothing.
"Two days too long," she grumbled sitting up as well.
Jareth smirked at her while he tucked his shirt into his leggings. "I can assure you, precious. As soon as this trial is over, no matter which way the council decides, I intend on repeating that performance again
Sarah blushed as she fumbled with her dress' fastenings. "I look forward to it," she grinned, the blush still evident on her face.
Jareth, grinning as well, slipped his arms into his vest then moved to help Sarah with the rest of her fastenings. Once he'd finished with the teardrop buttons along her back, he leaned close to her and placed a few butterfly kisses along her neck. She leaned her head back against his shoulder to allow him easier access. However he only placed two more kisses along her throat before gently turning her to face him. "Despite our having to be separated for a little bit, forever starts tonight, Sarah. Our forever
Sarah reached up on her toes to kiss him once more chastely. "You should really leave before I start to undress you again," she murmured, running her hands along his chest.
He grinned again and pressed her close to him in an intimate embrace before pulling away. He picked up his cloak and threw it about his shoulders. "I love you, Sarah," he said. "Be safe until we see each other once more, my queen."
Sarah smiled at her new title and nodded. "You as well, my King." And with that, he left in a swirl of dark wool that somehow managed to escape being caught in the door. Sarah sighed and sat down in the same chair she'd been in when Jareth arrived. She picked up the orchid he'd brought her and smiled contentedly as she realized that even though he'd gone, she could still feel his emotions and how much he wanted to return to her at that very moment. Two days
only two more days.