Blushing to publish this, but I can´t help myself! :)

Disclaimer: … is it really necessary to repeat all the time? Everyone knows… :(

I´d like to thank Scriptrix-scriptorum for the huge help with the first chapter. Sadly, the rest of the story will be with typos and errors.

Night within the Labyrinth

That day I was out of my mind. I couldn´t think about anything but the events of the previous night. It was Friday, and I went to my grandma´s house for the weekend to rest from the school, family and my usual life. I liked that wrinkled old lady very much but the bus ride to get there was really exhausting. I had a good book that I had wanted to read for quite a long time with me but couldn´t pay attention, only staring out of the window and thinking about Him.

When I got to my grandmothers´ house and greeted her, she instantly knew something was wrong. She ran her fingers over my slightly sweaty face and into my hair and sighed. The only person I really trusted could feel something very special bothered me but didn´t ask. She knew better. I went upstairs to unpack my stuff and recover from the horrible way I had to get through and then I moved to the living room to join her. As I was walking through the corridor of her beautiful house I thought that nothing ever changes here in the mountains. The hall as entire building was designed to secession. The wallpaper and the carpet were patterned by little geometric shapes and the furniture matched them just perfectly.

Nothing had changed. I realized it again when I reached the sitting-room and saw the most enchanting lady I had ever met sitting in her armchair. It was almost the same view when I had been a child and had run into the room from the garden which was spread behind the house. Grandma always smiled at me with those white pearls of hers. The same happened today. When she realized I was there she only leaned toward me smiling and said that there had been tea prepared for us. Then my host poured me a cup and motioned me to sit beside her. She knew me too well to ask what bothered me though I saw in her eyes that she wanted to help me even if my dear Elisabeth had no idea what she could do for me.

As we were silently drinking the most delicious black tea with lemon grand mum watched me very closely. I knew she wanted me to start the conversation, to tell her what had happened to me and why I seemed so far away. But how could I say that I had wished my little brother away only few years ago or whom I had spent last night with? It was absolutely unthinkable!

She wouldn´t be my Elisabeth if she didn´t know how to make me speak, though. I thought the chat had begun quite well when she started to talk about the weather and the forecast she had heard that morning. But as minutes ran the conversation became more and more serious until I reluctantly told the spy master of mine everything she wanted to know. Of course I skipped the part that Jareth was The Goblin King and Toby had been kidnapped by goblins. I think she wouldn´t believe me anyway. We spoke about it almost all that afternoon after I realized tell that it a relief to share the experience with someone. One can get some useful advice too.

That night I relaxed in a bath-tub next to my usual room and thought about the previous night. My wrists were still marked by his scarf and my neck ached. I ran my finger along the red trace that mirrored the sharp teeth of my fae lover, wondering why he had done it. Why had he come to me, woke me up, had made love to me and why the bloody hell had he bitten me!

I remembered his beautiful eyes, how he had watched me while pleasing me with his mouth. Instantly I felt that same sensation between my legs, exactly where he had been touching me through our entire adventure. I ran my hand along my body caressing myself and slid it into my sensitive area. I started rubbing the clit between my fingers and tenderly entering myself wondering if he could watch me. And if he could, would he like what he saw? Would he just watch me or would he help me? With that very thought my body started to ache for more attention. The heat ran through my veins. I imagined Jareth watching me with those mismatched eyes of his and the pressure increased even more. I pushed the fingers into me even further panting loudly with the very thought of the Lord of the Labyrinth being there with me.

As my orgasm hit me I knocked down a shampoo tube which was laid on the edge of the creamy white tub screaming Goblin King´s name like I was dying and only he could save me from my fate. I wanted so much to be with him again, to touch his muscles and ran a hand through his messy hair. After awhile when I started to breathe more properly I felt little smile spread across my face and whispered "Jareth" like the most precious secret. At that very moment I realized how loudly I had cried out and hoped my sweet grandma hadn´t heard me.

When I opened my eyes again I nearly yelped with shock. I wasn´t in Elisabeth´s bathroom anymore!