AN: Something I came up with whilst taking a break from doing English coursework. I rather enjoyed writing this and I would really like to carry it on. If you guys have any ideas as to where it could go don't be afraid to tell me. I apologise if a few bits don't sound right I have gone through it a few times but it's never the same as having another set of eyes read it. I hope you enjoy!

Sarah watched the bubbles floating along the surface of the bath she sat in with a pensive look. Everything reminded her of the Labyrinth. It had been two years since she had returned victoriously but she had yet to accept her departure. Sighing deeply Sarah leaned back into the vanilla scented water till only her nose peaked out allowing her to breathe; the darkness helped her to relax and think clearly. Whenever her mind wandered to the Labyrinth the same feelings would wash over her: a mixture of longing and regret. She missed the magic of the place, the way everything could change in an instant whilst still seeming the same until you were too far gone. She also missed the interesting characters who lurked behind every corner; waiting to do their part in protecting their home, and in turn, their king. The Goblin King. How she missed him the most.

A great wash of sadness came over her as she remembered the majestic ballroom in which they had danced like king and queen to his beautiful song. She still remembered every word, every note and her friends would often catch her humming the unfamiliar song when upset. The song brought her comfort and memories of the place she wanted to return to the most. It was a bitter sweet song often bringing her to silent tears as she recalled the look in his eyes as he stared at her sensually across the room and the feeling of being wrapped in her king's arms.

Thoughts of his confident stance and wicked smirk sent a delectable shiver through Sarah's body. It had been a long time since she allowed herself to think of him in that way, causing her body to yearn for his touch. When she had first returned she did not understand the feelings she had for the mystical fae, due to her young age and immaturity. As she grew though, she began to understand just what the Goblin King made her feel. Two years on, and now eighteen, Sarah was able to see it for what it was: desire. Every little thing she recalled him doing sent wave after wave of want through her body.

She burst through the surface of the water gasping for air. She would not allow herself to think like that. That was her past, the Labyrinth and all its inhabitants were long gone and there was no returning. Placing her arms along the smooth porcelain sides of her bath tub, Sarah tried to slow her breathing and the erratic beating of her heart. It had been a long time since she felt a man's touch and her body seemed to go into overdrive at the mere thought of sensual occurrences. In the beginning, when Sarah had first realised her body's true feelings, she had sought out the company of other men to try and quench the thirst inside her; but to no avail. Soon she found that even the best of lovers could not satisfy her needs, even when she pictured it was him doing those things to her.

Slowly Sarah's hand slipped back into the water of her bath as she pictured her Goblin King in his finest. His white shirt falling open to show his golden medallion glinting against his toned chest. Skin tight breeches hugged his lean body and black bots donned his feet. He was the epitome of eroticism for Sarah. A fire began to build in her lower regions and her hand began to move between her legs, desperate to bring about the release she craved. More images of the beautiful fae whizzed through her mind's eye and eyes closed as she visualised him doing despicable things to her. A moan slipped from between her lips as her hand reached its destination and she gently caressed the lips of her most intimate place, wishing that it was him who was about to bring her release rather than her own hand.

Delving deeper into the slick folds of her core Sarah sought out the small pulsating bundle of nerves that would serve her the pleasure she so desperately wanted. Creating a small circular movement with her fingertips Sarah felt her breath hitch as the warmth she had felt before began to build, climbing steadily until it became a roaring fire that burned through her whole body. Her heart sounded as though it would break from her chest at any moment while her breathing came out in short, shallow breaths. Her hand moved quicker and quicker trying to reach her peak as quickly as she could, her body engulfed in the intense feelings of desire. Small moans fell from her parted lips as Sarah's head dropped back against the edge of the bath tub, letting the feeling of intense pleasure wash over her. She was close to her release now and only it would take only a few more strokes of her rock hard nub to bring on her climax. Quiet moans turned into loud whimpers as she danced on the edge of release. Thought of her King causing her pleasure through her over the edge and with a cry she was thrown over.

"Jareth!"

Still coming down from her high, body quivering and breath shaky Sarah realised what she had done. In the two years since returning from the Underground Sarah had been very careful not to utter the king's name allowed, or even in the confines of her thoughts, lest he should take it as an invitation. Now however, she had not only said his name aloud but cried it in passion and it was only a matter of time until he appeared. Searching the room for anything out of the ordinary Sarah noticed that all of the bubbles which had graciously covered her modesty had disappeared from her bath. The last thing she wanted was for him to appear while she was in the bath without a single bubble to hide underneath. With as much haste as she could muster on legs that still trembled from her recent endeavours Sarah shot out of the bat grabbing a towel as she moved towards the door that lead to her bedroom. Passing through the door she was about to wrap the towel around her wet body when a voice behind her startled her into dropping it.

"Now precious, why would you want to cover up such a lovely sight?"

AN: If you've gotten this far I thank you! I don't really expect anyone to read this but if you like it then I'm very happy!