I got a few YAY's to continue Sarah and Jareth's relationship from A FAEtastic Halloween, so here is the follow up story! Only this time, it's during Thanksgiving. Just another short story :) Hope you all enjoy it!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Labyrinth or any of its characters mentioned in this story. Jim Henson does. This is for pure entertainment purposes, and I am not profiting off this story in any way shape or form.

WARNING: SMUT below. As is usually the case with my stories...

Sarah sat in class listening to Mr. Buckhannon's lecture on ethical issues in criminal practice. Well, trying to listen anyway. As he was going on about moral turpitude and ethical responsibilities, she sighed and took a brief moment to scan the large auditorium filled with students and noticed that half of them were dozing off. Typical, she thought; no one particularly cared about their third year in law school. Especially with the holidays coming up and graduation right around the corner, it was difficult to pay attention enough as it was, and when you added a bald headed man who had a tendency to spit when he spoke in an agitating voice into the picture, well it wasn't hard to assess why fifty percent of the class was not attentive.

Speaking of the holidays, Sarah about groaned out loud to herself when she realized she still needed to order pies for her family's Thanksgiving dinner coming up in just a week. How was Thanksgiving in a week? It was just Halloween for crying out loud! And how the hell had she forgotten to order her favorite Peach-Olallieberry pie? That never happened. Where had her brain been?

Oh, right. She smiled to herself, recalling that a certain someone had been absorbing all her free time these days and Thanksgiving had been the last thing on her mind. In fact, she'd been getting her brains fucked out by that certain someone, hence the reason she'd failed to do her duty as the designated pie-bearer. She only hoped her favorite bakery would still honor the order when she called later today. But that could wait. All she could think about was leaving this class and jumping into bed with him. Him being Jareth, of course. The Goblin King. The man, or whatever he was, who had come back into her life out of nowhere several weeks ago.

Her pussy spasmed at the thought of him and all the delicious and naughty things they'd done together just last night. She assumed that after their little reunion she wouldn't hear from him for a while, but she was pleasantly surprised when he reached out to her the next night. She wasn't expecting anything from him so soon, but she also wasn't going to complain about the fact she'd seen him nearly every night since Halloween. The truth was, she enjoyed being around him. Not just for the sex – that was an added bonus – but under that dark and dangerous façade of his, the big ol' bad Goblin King was actually sort of…sweet. Depending on one's interpretation of the word, that is.

It had quite literally only been two and a half weeks since their Halloween tryst, but she felt so at ease with him already. Still, it was much too soon to get caught up so fast with this otherworldly being she reminded herself, and she reasoned that she needed to just…have fun. And that's what they'd been doing so far. Having lots and lots of fun.

When class finally ended several minutes later, Sarah made her way to the coffee shop on campus to meet Lindsie quickly and go over their analysis papers due before Thanksgiving break. Lindsie was aware of who Jareth was now, though Sarah completely fabricated the story of how they met; she'd left out the Labyrinth entirely and simply told her best friend he was a guy she met at the party. Lindsie was all too happy about the fact Sarah had gotten laid and met a man, so she took Sarah's word at face value, something she was grateful for.

"Hey, sexy lady," Sarah heard her friend say when she stopped at the table Lindsie sat at. "How was Buckhannon today?"

Sarah merely rolled her eyes as she took off her black scarf and sat down. "Annoying. And I'm pretty sure the students in the front of the class were drenched in saliva and sweat."

Lindsie made a look of disgust and fake gagged. "So gross. It's a wonder how that man is even married."

"You're telling me," Sarah said and sighed. "God I'm so exhausted."

"Why?" Lindsie inquired cheekily. "Too many late nights?"

"Ha-ha," Sarah replied. "Let me go grab a coffee before we go over these papers."

Smiling and shaking her head, Lindsie reached for the coffee already atop the table and pushed it towards Sarah. "Took care of it already. I figured the sooner we're out of here, the better. I know you have plans with a certain someone tonight." She winked and giggled.

Sarah could feel herself blush slightly. "You make it sound like I'm a sex addict or something."

"Seeing as you're exhausted and hardly had this much sex up until recently, I'd say you currently are," Lindsie stated. "But I don't blame you; that man of yours is… well, I can't even describe what he is. Other than straight up delectable."

Sarah laughed and reached for her drink. Delectable was certainly the appropriate word to use for Jareth, she thought. Delectable and insatiable. "And that mouthwatering man is all mine, so back off," she teased before sipping the coffee.

Lindsie threw her hands up in the air in playful defense. "Just saying," she said. "Are you bringing him home with you for Thanksgiving to meet the parents?" she then asked innocently.

The coffee that went down Sarah's throat almost made its way back up and out her mouth at Lindsie's question. Jareth? Thanksgiving? She hadn't even considered bringing him home with her for the holidays; it was way too soon to do such a thing! Wasn't it? She didn't even know if they were exclusive or not! She snorted and coughed as the coffee went down the wrong pipe due to the ludicrous idea.

"Um, what?" she asked, trying to control her breathing.

"Well that was a dramatic response," Lindsie told her deadpanned. "I'm assuming that means fuck no."

Sarah reached for a napkin nearby to wipe off her lips, and cleared her throat. "Why would I bring Jareth home for Thanksgiving? We just met like two weeks ago."

Lindsie just shrugged. "Why not? I mean you fucked him the same night you met, what's the difference?"

Narrowing her eyes, Sarah suddenly felt like she was being judged. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I didn't mean that in a bad way," Lindsie answered apologetically. "I just don't see what harm it could do. You're super into him, and it's just dinner. He'll meet your parents at some point anyway, hopefully. Why not now?"

"It's Thanksgiving," Sarah reminded her. "That's a pretty serious holiday to introduce someone to your parents. I don't even know what Jareth and I are yet."

"Playmates who like each other," her friend specified. "A lot. Ricky met my mom after two dates. Didn't do any damage to us. But it's your decision obviously. I didn't mean to traumatize you."

"Ricky is different than Jareth," Sarah said. "Like…really different."

"How so?"

Sarah pursed her lips and thought about how to answer that question in a logical manner. She couldn't exactly tell Lindsie that Jareth was a magical being from a different world who didn't celebrate American holidays and do things in a traditional way. So she settled for the best argument she could come up with. "He's British, they don't have Thanksgiving in England and he's never been a part of it here."

"All the more reason to invite him over!" Lindsie exclaimed, looking genuinely excited at the idea of it all.

Maybe she was right, Sarah told herself; maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea. If she were being honest with herself…she really did like Jareth. More than she should at this point and time. Perhaps bringing him home for Thanksgiving would be a good indication if they could make things more… official between the two of them. She only wondered what Jareth would think of the idea. She really didn't even know if he truly did know what Thanksgiving was.

"I'll talk to him about it," Sarah finally said. "Hopefully he doesn't freak out over the notion."

"Just give him some good head beforehand, get him in a good mood," Lindsie jested. "Works for me every time."

Sarah laughed and shook her head. "You're ridiculous."

"And you love me for it."

After she and Lindsie had met and went over their papers, Sarah returned to her apartment. Seeing as Daylight Savings had just occurred, it was already pitch black outside, despite it only being five pm. When she finally arrived and walked in the door, she threw down her heavy satchel and began to take off her clothes that had kept her warm from the November air, all the while turning on the lights within the space.

"I certainly hope there's a dance to go along with the removal of your clothes," she suddenly heard just as she was unbuttoning her flannel top. "Seems like such a waste to do it yourself otherwise."

Smiling, she bit her lip and stopped her ministrations. She turned around and saw Jareth sitting comfortably on her couch, wine glass in one hand and his right leg resting on his left. He smirked when they made eye contact, but made no move to come to her.

"Are you just gonna sit there or what?" she asked, crossing her arms.

He only sipped his wine, giving her the indication that he indeed was going to continue to sit where he was. "I was quite enjoying the view from here actually," he finally said. "Now about that striptease…"

Sarah scoffed playfully and walked over to the couch, kneeling on the floor when she'd reached him. He watched her warily, unsure of what she was about to do, especially when she placed her hands on top of his kneecaps.

"How was your day?" she asked innocuously, tracing one of her fingers up and down his left thigh now.

His breathing became a bit labored by her sudden touch, but he was trying hard to look unaffected. "Abhorrent. Too many meetings filled with nonsense."

She stuck out her lower lip, fake pouting, and her voice was laced with sarcasm. "Oh, you poor, poor thing. Anything I can do to make it better?"

He raised an eyebrow in interest. "What a thought-provoking question. Anything you had in mind?"

She shrugged teasingly, and tilted her head. "Maybe one or two things."

"I'm all ears, precious."

Lifting her knees off the floor, she stood up to hover over Jareth's body, and leaned into his ear. "Maybe we can take this…oral discussion to my room."

When she pulled away from him to see his reaction from her implied suggestion, he wasted no time in setting his wine aside and picking her up, only to carry her into the dark master bedroom. He practically threw her on the bed once they'd reached the premises, causing her to yelp in surprise.

"Someone is eager," she said, propping herself up on her elbows.

She began to laugh, but his sudden kiss put a stop to that nonsense. The kiss started out gentle enough, but soon it turned ravenous, as his tongue slipped into her mouth rather roughly. Jareth shifted his body so that he was half on the bed and half on top of her. She could feel his erection pressing against her thigh through his thin breeches. Her heart beat wildly in her chest, in her neck, in her throat. He always made her feel this way; panicky, aroused, excited, eager. She didn't have to express that in words either. She let her body do the talking. She carefully moved her thigh, letting it graze against the hardness pressed against her.

"Minx," he said, and laughed softly.

"Sorry, it's just…hard not to notice," she said against his lips. "Very, very hard…"

She raised her head to kiss him again, but he stopped her with a statement of his own. "I thought puns were my thing."

"Guess you're rubbing off on me," she replied.

He shook his head slowly, and chuckled. "Perhaps so."

Without saying another word, he kissed her again. It was a deep, long, sensual kiss, much deeper and harder than he'd kissed her moments ago. They were no longer playing. She took a ragged breath as she placed her hand on the center of his chest. It pleased her to feel how hard his own heart beat against her hand. Maybe she made him feel all those same emotions too.

Tentatively, she slid her hand down his chest to his stomach and stopped there while he kissed her neck under her ear. "Take off your pants," she ordered in a low voice.

He pulled back and away from her. She could see the sly grin form on his face, even in the dark. "Now who's eager?"

Obliging to her command, Jareth slowly yet deliberately took off his breeches, freeing his large erection. No matter how many times Sarah saw it, the sight of his glorious cock always stole her breath away. It was just so…perfect. Every time he was inside her, he stretched and filled her in ways no other man had before. And she loved it.

Without being told to, Jareth then took of his white poet shirt, leaving him deliciously naked before Sarah. She licked her lips in anticipation, and braced herself when he pounced on top of her once more. They kissed each other greedily, and she knew it was only a matter of time before she found herself completely nude underneath him as well. Before he had a chance to remove her clothing though, she gently ran her hand over the length of him, feeling his cock pulse and grow harder against her palm.

She squeezed him lightly and watched him pull away from her again. His face, which was illuminated by the moonlight, contorted into that of pleasure. His head fell back and she heard a quick breath leave his mouth. She could see that his lips were slightly parted, allowing soft pants to emanate from him as she stroked him, lightly at first and then harder. Jareth reached over his head and gripped her headboard with one large hand. He moved his hips with her hand, lifting them as she stroked downward and pulling back when she stroked up, like he was fucking her hand.

"Do you want to fuck my mouth?" she suddenly asked in a husky tone.

All she heard was a deep growl and before she knew it, they were flipped and she was now straddling him. She supposed that meant fuck yes.

She bit her lip, smiling, and slid down his body slowly, preparing to suck him off. When she neared her favorite appendage of his, she heard him from above say, "If you're as wet as I am hard, you must be drowning."

"Wouldn't you like to know," she answered, grabbing his cock again firmly.

"I suppose I'll find out soon," he replied breathily, readying himself to be taken by her mouth.

"Maybe." With that, she leisurely licked him from the base all the way to the tip of his cock. A shuddering breath escaped him, encouraging her to keep licking the length of him, occasionally swirling her tongue gently at the tip. Then she lowered her mouth over the entirety of him, letting him fill her mouth.

Above her, he let out a shaky sigh and then she really began to move up and down his cock. It was still a challenge to take all of him, but she accepted as much of it as she could handle, and took delight in every move, every sensation. She looked up at him, and hoped he could see her well enough in the darkness. When his eyes met hers, she sucked him harder, felt his thrust and he really began to move himself in and out of her; fucking her mouth like she'd wanted him to.

She'd kept her eyes straight on his own, even as his pace escalated to a slightly faster, piston-like drive toward her throat. His hands found their way into her hair, pulling lightly at the roots, heightening both their senses.

"Do you like when I fuck that little mouth of yours, Sarah?" he asked through clenched teeth.

Fresh moisture surged anew between her legs at his question. She groaned and gave a slight, simple nod. In response, he increased the tempo, pulling her more deeply onto him, and even as she began to wonder if she could handle it without gagging, she wanted to. And she did.

At some point, his eyes fell shut as he continued to thrust between her lips. And her eyes closed, too, just soaking in the pleasure she took from bringing him pleasure. In one way, having her mouth filled with his cock made her pussy ache for attention, but in another, this was enough. Just giving him this.

When he opened his eyes and peered back down at her, he said, "You are fucking beautiful like this." Then his eyelids lowered halfway. "I bet your hot little pussy is soaking wet for me right now. Isn't it?"

From her, another nod.

"I think it's time I gave it the attention it deserves, precious."

He let go of her head and withdrew his cock from her mouth. She actually released a small whimper at its departure, even if her lips were left sore and stretched. She didn't have much time to pout though, because he sat up and pulled her upright on top of him. He lifted one palm to her cheek and bent in to tenderly kiss her. She wouldn't have guessed the big bad wolf could kiss this way, so sweetly, but she came to understand that he could be gentle just as he could be rough.

As they kissed, he skillfully unbuttoned her flannel that she still wore, and he pushed the plaid shirt down, throwing it to the side. He followed by removing her white tank top she wore underneath, and threw that aside as well.

He caressed her breasts, making her moan into his mouth. And then he lowered the bra straps from her shoulders, pulling them down far enough so that both breasts tumbled free.

"Gorgeous," he murmured deeply at the sight, and she loved how taken he seemed by them, and when he bent to rake his tongue over one turgid nipple, a high-pitched sigh of delight echoed from her throat. When he took the beaded peak between his lips to suckle, the sensation shot straight between her thighs, making her practically pulse with need. Her eyes fell shut and her head dropped back in pure surrender to pleasure as he laved and suckled her tits, using his hands to massage as he worked.

Her breath became heavier; her sighs echoed toward the ceiling like hot, rhythmic background music to their lust. Soon enough, he placed his hands at her hips and began to lower her back down on the bed.

"Lie down," he said softly.

She went willingly, tearing the remainder of her bra off, while he worked to tug her pants off, taking her panties with them. After tossing them to the floor, he hovered back over her and trailed kisses from her stomach down to her inner thighs, teasing her, taunting her.

"I want you," she whined.

"Are you wet enough?" he asked in between kisses.

"Drowning. Just like you said."

And then – oh God – he let his tantalizing kisses drift down in between her legs. She heard herself moan from his skilled mouth, and felt her legs spread on their own volition giving him better access. That's when she felt one long lick up her slit, and within seconds, he was licking her, his tongue slicing into her sensitive, swollen folds.

"You're so fucking wet," Jareth rasped briefly, and then resumed mouthing and tonguing where she felt herself opening for him more and more.

"Told you," she replied shakily.

That's when he reached between her legs and began to stroke her with his fingers, causing her to whimper loudly. She bit her lip and moved herself hard against the fingers rubbing circles over her clitoris. The real surrender happened when he inserted those fingers insider her, and he began to pump hard. His mouth never left her pussy, and he suckled hard on her clit, as his fingers fucked her roughly. She screamed out her pleasure, holding nothing back. She let the orgasm wring every drop of response from her that she had to give, leaving her utterly spent.

"I'm not finished with you," Jareth said, noticing she had gone quiet.

She chuckled as she struggled to catch her breath. "I wouldn't expect anything less."

He braced himself over her and she continued to lay on the bed beneath him, ready and eager and waiting. She flinched in pleasure as the tip of his cock grazed her still-swollen clit.

"Wider," he said, and she lifted her knees and spread her thighs. He pushed the tip through her wet folds and entered her. As he lowered himself onto her, his cock went deeper insider her. The two of them moaned at the entry – it never got old.

He pumped his hips into hers, pushing his cock even deeper. Gasping, she dug her fingernails into his shoulders as she pushed back against him. She didn't want him inside her. She needed him inside her. It was life or death. At least, that's what it felt like.

"That's it," he said, as he thrust into her again. "Show me how much you want it, Sarah."

She opened her legs even wider, if that was possible, and dug her heels into his back and pushed up and up against him as he bore down on her, thrusting harder, pounding her like there was no tomorrow. It was hard, rough, sex; the kind she loved with him.

He had her pinned down, nailed to the bed. She couldn't escape, couldn't move anything but her arms and hips. And the best part was she didn't want to escape, didn't want to move from him. She just wanted to lie her underneath him and let him fuck her into oblivion.

"Don't stop, Jareth," she pleaded. "Don't stop."

"Not stopping," he said. "Not ever."

He kissed her mouth and continued to move inside her. He slowly pulled his cock out to the tip and thrust it back in roughly, causing her to yell out loudly. He pulled back out to the tip once more, and thrust in again. He kept doing this, making Sarah scream each time.

"I want you to come for me," he said. "I want to feel it on my cock."

Her thighs were tight as knots and her lungs burned and every time he entered her, her pussy clenched down onto him.

"So close," she promised, nodding against his shoulder.

"Come for me, Sarah. I need you to come for me."

She clutched the sheets in her fingers as she felt the most deliciously intense pulsing sensation flow through and over her that she wanted to feel forever. He drove into her with long thrusts designed to draw every bit of pleasure out of the movement as possible. Each penetration grazed her clit and each withdrawal left her aching for the next thrust. Writhing beneath him, Sarah felt the most incredible tightening, like someone had wrapped a rope around her hips and pulled it taut and tight and tauter until it was ready to snap.

She heard Jareth's breathing, heard him say her name, heard him say "fuck" a few times. The bed rocked beneath them and Jareth put his entire body into fucking her so that she felt his breath and every thrust. The headboard rattled against the wall and she moved under him and with him, taking every inch of his cock into her. With her eyes closed and her head back and her hips hovering inches off the mattress, she came hard, her inner muscles clenching and contracting in sharp spasms that left her panting and dizzy. Jareth followed seconds after, and she knew by his deep guttural growl that he too had found his release, emptying himself inside her.

He lay on top of her and breathed into her ear while she sleepily kissed his naked shoulders, his neck, his chest. She felt drunk, tired, happy and sore. Jareth slowly pulled out of her and rolled onto his back, taking a heavy breath.

"Well that was an unexpected treat," he said.

Sarah rolled onto her side and draped her arm over his stomach. "Please. Like it wasn't your intention to seduce me the moment I walked in the door."

"I'm the innocent one here; you seduced me."

"Don't like act like you didn't like it," Sarah told him.

He rolled over to his side too to face her and kissed her forehead. "I would have liked it more had I gotten the striptease."

She pinched his nipple in retaliation at his comment, making him hiss and pulling her on top of him. She laughed before getting comfortable atop him and began to draw little circles on his chest, trying to come up with a way to bring up Thanksgiving. He was in a good mood, like Lindsie suggested he'd be after a sexscapade. How to do this...

"What's on your mind precious?" he asked after several quiet minutes.

Sighing, she lifted her head from his chest. Positioning her elbow on him, she let her face rest in the palm of her hand. "I have something weird to ask you."

"You know I can handle weird. Ask away."

She cleared her throat before answering. "Do you like free food?"

"Depends on what the food is and if it is coming from a reliable source."

"What about wine?" she asked next.

"Is that a serious question?"

"Good point. Okay well...have you...have you ever heard of Thanksgiving?"

He raised an eyebrow. "The holiday that humans partake in where you eat a large bird and too much other odd food, and pretend to be thankful for everything you have in life?"

Sarah felt her eyes widen at his response. "So you have heard of it. But, how?"

"Darling, I've been around for a very long time," he told her. "I know things. What exactly is your question about this specific day?"

Trying to push the thought aside of wondering how exactly old Jareth was, she sat all the way up in bed instead. She took the sheets with her as a means to cover herself while she sat cross legged and mentally prepared herself for the question she was about to ask next. God, she hoped she didn't sound like a ridiculous, whiny and needy little girl. Here goes nothing.

"How...how would you feel about partaking in such a holiday with me?"

AN: Gosh, writing smut scenes just gets harder each time. PLEASE REVIEW :D