A/N: Hello loyal readers! So yes here I am adding a second chapter. I had to! After I wrote the first, ideas just swarmed my head, demanding to be written. I am however not making this a multi chapter story; it will be finished after this chapter (So I'll try to make it good for y'all!). Again I do NOT own Labyrinth or its characters. WARNING: There is high intensity citrus coming up. If you're just a kiddo I'd say leave now for you were warned. Now on with it!

"Jareth" her voice was thick and arousing. "Jareth I love you."

A shudder made its way through the Goblin King. She was here in his chambers; radiant in her beauty and saying she loved him. How long he had waited to hear those words whispered from her lips. Never before this moment had he felt so emotional toward another. His need for her was almost overpowering. He wanted to take her, by the gods how badly he wanted to. But he would wait. Not only because she was still physically a mere teenager, but because he would not risk scaring her away. He had only just found and persuaded her to stay. There was no way he would jeopardize this by forcing his attentions before she was ready. He was confident in his plan. After all how hard could it be to politely court her until she was mature enough for other things? Apparently Sarah was about to show him how difficult said task could be.

While he was lost in his silent musings she had made her way closer to him. She was still clothed in her wholesome white gown, but her eyes betrayed her purity. Her piercing hazel eyes burned an unearthly mix of brown and green, the color created by her desire.

She was a breath away now, her delicate hands braced upon his muscular shoulders. He could feel her petite breast brush against his torso as she moved closer still toward his mouth. He was lost in the sensation of her, his eyes turning glassy, each exhale coming faster than the last. Her lips finally touched his and his body ignited with lust. Driven by the fire in his veins he deepened the kiss, angling her head back and probing her innocent lips with his tongue. He heard her moan softly and she parted her lips for him, her tentative fingers coming up to tangle in the hair at the back of his neck. When she tugged gently, he made a sound that could only be described as inhuman, and quickly walked them backwards until she felt the cool stone of his chamber wall touch her back. She was trapped between his arms and was staring into his eyes, mismatched and heated. She reached to touch his face and he sighed. Backing away slowly he closed his eyes and took several deep breaths. When he opened them Sarah was still where he'd left her, looking a little hurt but mostly confused.

"Did I…?" She trailed off, feeling uncertain. He realized that she must have thought that she'd done something wrong and he quickly rushed to explain.

"Sarah, please understand that I love you. I will always want you…it's just I'm not certain I'm in control of myself at this time. I would never want to hurt you." Or take the risk of you leaving my side he added silently. He watched the different emotions pass across her face, ranging from indifference to confusion again, and finally settling on anger.

Anger? He couldn't possibly have made her angry already! He was nervous to learn what it was he'd done to make her eyes blaze the way they were.

"Jareth" You could tell she was trying her best to keep her voice level, but again her gaze betrayed her. "I may be young, but I am more than capable of making my own decisions. I know what I want…and I…I trust you." Her head had lowered toward the end of her rant, but he could still see the adorable pink tint her cheeks had acquired.

"Sarah, my precious thing." He strode to her side again, and gently grasped her chin in his gloved hand.

"Believe me when I say I'm well aware that you can make your own choices. But this is my choice dear one. Until I feel you're ready" Until I feel I'm ready his mind corrected "I will continue to court you in the polite and proper way." His tone was one of authority and finality. The only thing Sarah could do was pout as he showed her to her bedroom, bid her goodnight and left her with a chaste kiss on the cheek.

Although she was slightly upset she couldn't be too angry with him. He was only doing what he thought best after all.

Her room was magnificent. It was fit for any princess, but had a mature air about it that Sarah found quite to her liking. It was stone like Jareth's but decidedly more feminine. The curtains were thick velvet and the color of the sunset. Her bed was grand and situated to the right of the room, draped with burgundy silk and large plush pillows. Left of the room was a vanity just like the one she'd had at home. Tears pricked her eyes at the thought Jareth had put into the design. Making a replica of her vanity, pictures and play bills of her mother included, was unbearably sweet. She continued to explore, noticing a door next to the vanity that led to a spacious bathroom, complete with a luxurious bathtub and a variety of enchanting looking bath products. The longer she thought about it, the more she decided a nice long soak was just what she needed. She shrugged ungracefully out of the somewhat uncomfortable gown, and waited for the bath to fill. She wrapped a towel around herself and walked out of the bathroom. She noticed another door opposite the bathroom and curiously went to investigate. When she opened the door, her mouth fell open in a surprised gasp. It had to be the most lavish closet she'd ever seen. It had shelves piled with shoes, racks filled with dresses, nightgowns and casual attire. She couldn't believe it was all for her! Excitedly she picked out a soft nightgown she could change into after her bath. Remembering the water was still on she grabbed the nightgown and quickly trotted back to the bathroom. The water was at perfect level when she got there, and without a second though she dropped her towel and slipped into the heavenly water.

At once her muscles relaxed and her eyes slipped shut as the lilac scent of the bath salt she'd chosen wafted to her nose. This is so much better than the bog she thought as she drifted off.

Jareth paced his bed chambers. He'd tried sleeping, reading, even talking to one of his mind numbing subjects. Nothing had worked, he could only think of her. How had he ever thought it would be easy to keep a respectful distance? She consumed his every thought. What was she doing? Was she thinking of him too? Was it possible she was just a vivid dream? He was almost to the point of ripping his hair out when he finally reached a verdict. He would go and check to make sure she was comfortable. He'd make sure she was finding things okay, and that she was well accommodated. Completely logical and courteous too. With his story in place he made his way purposefully to Sarah's bedroom.

When he arrived at her door, he knocked and realized too late that she may be sleeping already. He figured that wouldn't be likely though, not with everything that had transpired in the past few hours. So again he rapped his knuckles against the wood, and waited patiently for a response. After knocking a third time with no answer, he began to worry. Had she changed her mind and somehow found a way back above? Could she have hit her head and passed out? Concern outweighed manners at the moment and with a burst of magic he barged into the room. His eyes searched frantically for her, but he couldn't see a trace. Without warning he charged into the bathroom and immediately regretted it.

Sarah seemed the first to register what was going on and scrambled to cover herself as best she could. Only when she saw Jareth still unmoving and supposedly frozen did she start yelling.

"Jareth don't just stand there, get out!" Her voice came out higher then she'd meant it to, but it seemed to do the trick. Without so much as an apology the Goblin King quickly walked out, closing the door behind him.

Making sure the door was shut tight; Sarah stepped out the tub and shivered as a rush of cool air passed over her heated skin. She dried hurriedly and slipped on her nightgown, grimacing when she remembered that she had forgotten to grab undergarments. For a few moments she contemplated just hiding out in the bathroom. Jareth would obviously be waiting in her room to explain, but she really despised the thought of talking without a bra or underwear on. Especially if they were both suppose to be on their best behavior.

After hastily exiting the bathroom, Jareth tried every way he knew how to calm himself down. He was relieved that Sarah hadn't seen his evident erection, and wondered how a mere glimpse of her bathing had affected him so. He could only imagine what it would be like when he finally did claim her. Not the way to calm down his conscience admonished him. He had finally cooled down enough, so that when Sarah came out he was sitting on the edge of her bed looking like the collected and regal Goblin King. She made her way over to him, her arms across her chest and he realized that she must not be wearing undergarments. He swallowed thickly, and tried not to ogle her. The awkward silence hung in the air, along with a tinge of embarrassment from both parties.

"Well?" she said, breaking the ice. He swung his gaze to her instead of the floor, and tried to find the right words.

"I…came to see that you had settled in well. I knocked, and when you didn't answer I became worried."

"Worried?" she looked at him perplexedly. He sighed, knowing that there was no avoiding the answer he didn't want to give.

"I thought maybe…that you'd changed your mind and found a way home." He looked away, feeling shamed for being so weak.

She touched a hand to his face trying to get him to turn to her, but he struggled.

"Jareth, please look at me." Slowly he faced her. Her expression was not what he had expected. Her eyes were soft and a small smile played on her lips. She brought both hands up to hold his face.

"Jareth, I promise that I am not going anywhere. I said I love you and I meant it. Besides…" her eyes took on a devilish gleam. "You haven't even put out yet." She winked saucily and gave him a peck on the lips.

He breathed a sigh of relief and hugged her tightly, before getting up to leave. He stopped at the doorway and turned back to her.

"Goodnight precious." He smiled sweetly and she blushed, returning his farewell.

When morning came Sarah was disoriented at first before everything came back to her, and she smiled dreamily. She stretched, and caught a gleam of silver in her peripheral vision. Turning to face her nightstand she saw a single rose on a silver tray, a small folded piece of paper next to the dazzling red bud. She picked it up being careful of the thorns and inhaled it's sweet fragrance. Next she picked up the note, smiling at the elegant script of what could only be a king inside.

Dearest Sarah,

I trust that you had a goodnight's sleep. I only wish I could have been there to watch you wake. When you arise please get dressed and meet me in the garden. I have a surprise for you.

J

She got up from bed swiftly, running a brush through her long locks and grabbing the first dress she saw. She could never resist a surprise. Slipping on some comfy slipper shoes, she grabbed the rose from her bed and headed toward the garden.

When she arrived Jareth was already there looking as handsome as ever. The sun was high in the sky and she figured it must be around noon. She didn't want to scare him so she timidly cleared her throat, and he turned around. He smiled so beautifully when he saw her, she almost forgot to breath. Faster than average he was at her side and kissing her lovingly. She wanted to kiss him forever, but he broke away and took her hand instead.

"You came at the perfect time my Sarah." He led her to a small table set for two. It was the most lovely little lunch and she was flattered at the time he'd taken to set this up. He held her chair for her and was a perfect gentleman the entire afternoon. It would go on like this for the next three years. They would learn about each other, and grow as a couple. The older Sarah got, the more impatient Jareth became. He did his best to hide it from her, but it was getting harder everyday to manage his desire. Her eighteenth birthday was that night and he was hornier than a mortal teenage male. If it was possible she'd become even more beautiful with her maturity. Her figure was curvy and that of a woman and the soft roundness of her face had sharpened. As soon as she turned eighteen he wouldn't have to be as proper with her anymore, though he'd still wait until she was first to initiate something. He'd been called away that morning, tending to business with the other kingdoms and he'd longed to see her all day. By the time he arrived back at the castle the goblins were preparing dinner and Sarah was still in her bedroom getting dressed. Being her birthday, he'd had his subjects prepare something special. He retired to his room to freshen up, and was more than surprised to see Sarah perched upon his bed.

Her hair was flowing over her back in waves of chocolate silk and it appeared she was only wearing a robe.

"Sarah? What are you doing here?" he cursed himself when his voice cracked slightly. The silk robe she donned allowed him to view quite an expanse of her exquisite legs.

She said nothing, but stood from his bed, and slowly walked toward. She was deliberately swinging her hips and he swallowed against the lump in his throat.

When she was a few inches from reaching him, he held out a hand.

"Sarah" he warned, his eyes closed and breathing deeply through his nostrils. She grabbed his outstretched hand, sensuously slipping the leather from each finger until she threw the discarded glove to the floor, and moved to repeat the process with his other hand. When both were bare and she entwined their fingers he shivered.

"Jareth, I've waited too long for this." She was placing steamy kisses on his neck, stopping only to gently apply suction, or nip at his earlobe. The pleasure from these mere touches had him gripping her hands tightly were they were still joined.

"Sarah, please." He ground out. "You need to be absolutely sure." He groaned heavily as she released his hands and ran her warm fingers over the exposed flesh of his chest.

"I'm absolutely sure, my king." Growling deep in his chest, he gripped her somewhat harshly by the hips and lay her down on his bed. He crawled atop her, leaning his head down to place the same hot kisses on her neck as she had done to him. Her chest heaved with her breathing, and her covered breasts brushed tantalizingly against his bare skin. Slowly he traced his hands over the curves of her body, finally reaching her waist and untying the sash that held her robe closed. When it fell open, Jareth gasped and if it was feasible became even harder. The little minx had worn nothing underneath. So she had planned on seducing him had she? Well, he'd show her.

He grinned wickedly and ran his fingertips over her smooth stomach. She moaned quietly and he smirked. Trailing upward he heard he breath catch as his skilled hands cupped and kneaded her ample breasts. A loud moan escaped her as he bent his head and captured one puckered nipple in his hot mouth.

"Jareth please!" She was writhing beneath him, whimpering and mewling.

"Please what my love?" He knew he was playing with her, but he had waited to long to have this end to soon. He wanted to give her pleasure like nobody else could, or ever would if he had anything to say about it.

"Stop teasing!" she said, playful anger on her face.

"Teasing?" Oh he was enjoying this.

Sarah on the other hand was getting more annoyed by the second. If he wanted to torment her fine. Two could play at that game. She turned her head to the side, not looking at him. It was a little cruel because she knew he would take her act seriously. Like she predicted he became gentle at once, trying to get her to look at him. When he least expected it she flipped them, and now sat straddling his hips. His eyes went wide, and then narrowed.

"Minx" he said. She smiled down at him triumphantly.

"." she used her best 'commanding' voice. He complied and she held in a gasp as his lean, sculpted torso came into view. It wasn't overly defined, but still firm and muscled in all the right places. After it was the thrown to the floor, she gave a smirk that rivaled even his and began to place soft little kisses all over his chest.

His breathing was coming in short little puffs and when she grazed his nipple with her teeth he groaned deeply. Leisurely she made her way lower, until she reached the top of his breeches. His erection was obvious through the skin tight cloth, and its size frightened Sarah just a little. Pushing the thought aside she untied his breeches and was pleased to find that as she pulled them down inch by inch, he wore nothing underneath. When his pants joined the rest of their clothing on the floor, Sarah stared in awe at his manhood. It was long and thick and stood out proudly. When she could stop staring, curiosity took over and had her wondering what it would feel like, what it would taste like.

Boldly she wrapped her slim fingers around his shaft and the goblin king cried out. She looked up, not releasing him and saw the pleasured agony on his face. Smiling wolfishly she moved her hand slowly up and down, and just when Jareth thought he couldn't stand anymore she gave one long lick from base to tip.

In an instant he was back on top, and had her wrists pinned above her head.

"Vixen." He rasped. He could feel her wet heat brush against him as she squirmed.

"I can't wait any longer, precious thing." He looked into her eyes, gaze smoldering, reaching her soul and silently asking if she was ready.

"Take me Jareth" she moaned passionately.

In one quick thrust he was inside her. She cried out in momentary pain, and he used every ounce of control he had to remain still.

Nothing in the world, above or below could have prepared Jareth for this feeling. Being joined with Sarah was heaven. Her scorching heat, gripping him tighter than any vice, was simply perfection. So lost in the sensations of her, he gave a surprising moan as she wiggled her hips beneath him.

"You can move" she whispered, love and adoration shining in her eyes.

With a groan he set a steady rhythm, controlling himself, though he wanted nothing more than to claim her hard and fast. She began to meet his thrusts, mumbling incoherent words and occasionally moaning his name.

"Jareth, harder please!" Her eyes were screwed shut and he could feel she was getting close. It made his own teeth grind together as she clamped around him.

His movements became erratic, fast and slightly sloppy. As he felt himself nearing his own release he skillfully reached down between them to rub the bundle of nerves he knew would send her over the edge.

The first swipe of his finger sent her spiraling into wave after wave of pleasure, spots of color dancing in her vision. As she rode out her orgasm she could hear Jareth groaning out her name, riding his own release. She felt powerful to elicit such a reaction from him, but at the same time powerless to the pleasure she herself was enduring.

When the intensity had died down, he slid out of her and rolled to lay by her side. They still needed a moment to recover, and neither minded the comfortable silence. She felt her eyelids getting heavy, and then felt the cool texture of silk being brought up to cover her bare flesh. Jareth curled her into his side, draping a possessive arm over her waist where she covered his hand with her own.

"You've made me happier than I could've imagined my precious Sarah." He tenderly kissed her temple, and then began stroking her soft hair.

"I love you Jareth." She yawned quietly, drifting off to his voice.

"I love you too, My Queen."

THE END! I hope you guys liked, I tried my best. I really despised using the word manhood, but I didn't feel that 'cock' or 'dick' was appropriate…so yeah. Again I apologize to those who are reading my other stories that haven't been updated yet. Exams are coming up, and I've had zero time and some minor writers block. If you guys aren't too mad could you please leave me a nice lil review?

Until next time :)

~Taylor