AN: I do not own Labyrinth. I do not own Labyrinth. I do not own Labyrinth. *checks* *cries* I do not own Labyrinth.

Pi here. :) I thought of this story the other day, but have no idea how long it is going to last... four chapters? forty? (not that I could write forty chapters! -.-'' ) Please enjoy!

He leaned closer, and brushed a loose tendril of ebon hair behind her ear. Sarah stiffened at his touch, and sensing her reluctance he made no further move.

"…Sarah," He began, but thought better of it. He spot no more, but his lips remained slightly parted.

Sarah relaxed. An embarrassed blush warmed her face, and in attempt to break the silence, she opened her mouth. She could think of no words.

The rebellious hair escaped from behind Sarah's ear once more. Sarah exhaled; the dark lock hovered for a moment, and landed once more between Sarah's eyes. He laughed, as did Sarah, and reached to tuck the tress back behind her ear. He paused briefly, his hand still at her face. He angled her face upwards, leaned down, and kissed her.

Though startled, she didn't push him away. 'How cliché,' she thought briefly, before abandoning her more logical side to hormones. Her eyes fluttered shut.

His hands found her waist, and pulled her closer to him, closing any gap that there had been. Proving that she had no objections to this, she wrappedher arms around his neck, and opened her lips when she felt his tongue trying to gain entrance.

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Elsewhere, Jareth fumed. In his right hand, he clutched a glass orb. Hazy magic within the sphere revealed the source of his anger; an insolent boy taking what the Goblin King fancied as his own: Sarah Williams.

He stared as his lips touched Sarah's, and Jareth's eyes narrowed with anger as Sarah's fluttered closed with bliss. The black gloved hand tightened its grip.

The boy, the insolent boy, used his short, unworthy fingers to pull Sarah's waist closer to his own. Jareth waited for Sarah, innocent Sarah, to push him away. Instead, the King of the Underground watched as Sarah, incorruptible Sarah, wrapped her arms around his skinny neck.

Jareth threw the glass ball as far as he could down the corridor. It exploded upon impact and the wave of heat, scented with the repugnant odor of singed goblin hair and jealousy, made Jareth scowl.

Jareth walked briskly away from the inferno, and rounded a corner. The shrill squawk of a lost chicken interrupted his murderous thoughts. Jareth wasted no time in acquainting the black hen with the pointed toe of his boot. He had things to do. Mortals to destroy. Poultry to kick.

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Sarah untangled her arms from his neck, but did not break the kiss. Her eyes remained closed, and she walked her hands from his shoulders to his chest. She could feel his fast heartbeat beneath her fingertips, but his heartbeat was not what she had been searching for.

Sarah opened her eyes slowly, and then pushed away quickly. She tried not to let her disappointment show. She mumbled an excuse, and apology, and a goodbye, then ran home.

At her house, and on her porch, Sarah stood gasping for air. Realizing what she had just done, Sarah turned red; first from shame, then embarrassment, then anger for feeling either.

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Had Jareth conjured another orb, or refrained from destroying the first, his anger might have subsided slightly upon seeing that Sarah had ended the kiss, and the manner that she did this in.

His anger would have disappeared entirely, had he realized what Sarah was looking for.

Though she would not admit it, least of all to herself, Sarah's fingers had wanted (as did Sarah) to feel the long blonde tresses that hung from the scalp of the Goblin King.

Thanks for reading! I hope that you liked it!

I've got a lot to work on, and I appreciate constructive criticism. (and reviews!)

Until next time! :) Bye bye!