The Way Forward Is Sometimes The Way Back:

Sequel to Labyrinth

Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, shape, or form own Labyrinth, its characters, its scenes, or quotes. They all belong to the geniuses Jim Henson, George Lucas, David Bowie, Brian Froud, Dennis Lee, Terry Jones, & Trevor Jones. I only own this fanfic storyline and the characters I made up (if I make up any).

Note: Just a reminder, Sarah and Jareth are going to have flashbacks to Labyrinth throughout this fanfic, so their flashbacks, which will be a flashback of images, sounds, or both, with be written in Bold and Italics like this…

Chapter Twelve: I'll Paint You Mornings of Gold…

Sarah was the first to wake the morning following their wedding. As she slowly opened her eyes, she shifted, but then stopped, realizing she was enclosed within Jareth's arms. She smiled as she settled back down, cuddling closer to Jareth's warm sleeping body. Jareth had lived up to Sarah's expectations the previous night and Sarah closed her eyes remembering the encounter.

Jareth was amazing… Sarah thought happily. I knew he would be from the looks of how his pants fit him…. He just needed a little prompting… But I'll never be able to find the words that would aptly describe last night… It was just… amazing… Sarah began to run her fingertips over Jareth's chest as she thought contently, I look forward to many more encounters… Sarah looked down at the wedding ring on her left ring finger that slowly felt Jareth's smooth skin as she smiled and thought ….as man and wife…

Sarah began to place kisses all along Jareth's torso and when she felt him begin to stir, she gently rolled onto of him, resting her chin on his chest. Sarah watched peacefully as Jareth's eyes gradually open and he began to get his bearings down. Sarah smiled into his face.

"Good morning…" She said smoothly.

Jareth stretched sleepily, then as he began to remember the events of the previous night, a satisfied smile crept onto his face. He knew that his smile turned from satisfied to genuine adoration as he looked at his wife's radiant and glowing face.

"Good morning indeed…" he said, stroking her face with his fingertips. After enjoying the feeling of him stroking her face for a while, Sarah carefully took hold of Jareth's fingertips and placed kisses upon them, all at the same time, then varying by placing kisses on individual fingertips. Jareth silently watched Sarah's fine, peach-colored lips meet his fingertips and enjoyed the sensation of her soft, smooth lips on his skin.

Sarah placed one last kiss to Jareth's fingers then placed them gently on his bare chest, then began to place the same sweet kisses along his chest. Jareth felt his skin tingling at his wife's touch as she moved upward, placing the kisses along his collarbone, then moving up placing kisses on his neck. Sarah came to Jareth's face, placing kisses below his chin and along his jaw. Jareth could feel the fire within him pulsating as Sarah claimed control over his body.

Sarah teasingly placed kisses just at the edges of Jareth's lips, implying she wanted him to respond in a certain way. Jareth brought his lips to Sarah's and took control over them, not letting them escape, furthering their exploration of his body. As their tongues began to dance a slow and passionate tango, Jareth interrupted the dance and began kissing Sarah's neck amorously. Sarah's fingers trailed through Jareth's long locks enjoying the sensation her husband was giving her. He was soon back to their dance floor, picking up at the step in the tango he had left off at.

When they'd both satisfied their desires, they lay in each other's arms, holding each other and caressing the other tenderly as they had the previous night. Jareth stroked Sarah's long locks with his other arm firmly holding Sarah's waist. Sarah held onto Jareth's pale but strong shoulders occasionally kissing them.

Sarah was still on top of Jareth, but when she felt him moving out from under her, she grabbed onto his shoulders stopping him.

"What are you doing?"

"As much as I hate to say it, Sarah, we have to get up and get ready…" he said simply, not feeling the need to sugar coat anything.

"No…" Sarah whined childishly, holding onto Jareth tighter, "…we don't have to…We could just stay here forever… Please, Jareth?" She begged, like a child begging for one more piggyback ride.

Jareth shifted, raising himself to a comfortable sitting position, still holding Sarah in his arms. He placed a kiss on Sarah's head and began to stroke her shoulder with his thumb.

"Sarah, you know we can't stay here forever…" Jareth said, briefly feeling as if he was talking to Mizelle, trying to explain how irrational 'them staying there forever' would be.

"Well fine then…" Sarah pouted, curling up closer to Jareth, "…Can't we stay for just a bit longer, though?"

Jareth chuckled as he began to see glimpses of the young, naïve and childish Sarah that had stolen his heart nearly ten years ago.

"Alright… but only for a little while… there's much to be done…" He murmured, breathing in deeply, smelling his wife's comforting scent.

"Alright…" Sarah breathed, losing herself in the warmth and comfort of her husband's body.

Sarah awoke again hours later to the boisterous sound of her stomach growling hungrily. She soon felt Jareth's abdomen rumble under her and she heard similar sounds that her stomach was emitting. She soon felt Jareth's eyes on her and looked up at him. As their eyes met, they both said in unison, "Hungry?" They both laughed, kissing each other, their stomachs already acting in unity. They both got dressed quickly; Jareth practically tossing on a loose white poet shirt and tight beige pants and boots, not tucking his shirt in, and Sarah throwing on a flowing and loose white cotton dress with gold trim along the hem and neckline.

"Come…" Jareth extended a hand to Sarah, which Sarah took, then wrapped her arm around his. They began to stroll through the castle with Jareth leading the way. Sarah leaned her head on Jareth's shoulder as he stroked her hand with his thumb. They finally came upon a balcony that was flooded with sunlight.

Sarah noticed a table laid out with a delicious and mouth-watering brunch laid out before them. She could barely contain her hunger as Jareth pushed her chair in. Jareth poured them what Sarah suspected was some sort of sparkling fruit juice and he handed her a glass.

"To us… May nothing keep us apart…" Jareth said, raising his glass.

Sarah raised her glass and added, "And to our future… May we enjoy every moment we have together…"

Jareth tapped his glass gently with Sarah's and took a sip. Sarah took a sip as well, then quickly lowered the glass and grabbed a croissant saying, "I'm sorry, I don't know how much longer I can last…"

"Neither can I…" Jareth laughed, muffins and pastries already assembled on his plate. The couple laughed and enjoyed the first of many meals as a married couple. They talked and ate and reminisced over the past but eagerly discussed what their future had to hold.

Little did they know… This was only the beginning…

Author's Note: throws arms up as lightening cracks It's finished! Mwahahahahahahahahahahaaaaa! slowly lowers arms as the readers stare at her with disbelief and incredulity Ahem… Sorry, had to get that out of my system… It's been building… Well, I hoped you've enjoyed reading it as much as I have writing it… I'm considering writing a sequel, but don't quote me on anything… I'm going on vacation for two weeks soon so I've got to prep… What's meant to happen (or be written) will happen (or be written)… I believe that everything falls into place, so I'm just gonna let the chips fall where they may… Hope you've enjoyed! Read & Review! 