Disclaimer: I don't own Labyrinth, Jareth or Sarah. But I'd happily snog Jareth within an inch of his life, given half the chance!

Mature content warning: Fluffy silliness with lashings of smut. You were warned!

Science Fiction Double Feature

Ch. 1: What Ever Happened to Saturday Night

Steam billowed out of the bathroom as she threw open the door, a lithe figure dancing lightly through the bedroom humming. Wrapped in a large towel, Sarah plopped onto the stool in front of her vanity and grabbed the TV remote. Aiming the remote haphazardly over her shoulder she turned on her 'Rocky Horror Movie' DVD before turning her attention to her hair as the movie started again.

Turning her attention to her hair, she grabbed the jar of temporary dye and began to accent the deep brown of her hair with bright pink, leaving magenta colored streaks to blend into the silken tresses. Eying herself in the mirror she frowned slightly. It took nearly two hours each morning to dry her hair so that it was smooth and here she was, about to commit the greatest hair sacrilege she had ever committed upon her own head – teasing her hair into the bouffant style required for tonight.

"Oh well, it can't be helped," she said to her reflection in the mirror. "In for a penny, in for a pound."

Leaning forward, she applied her makeup, accenting her jade eyes with large sweeps of bright pink eye-shadow before darkening her eyebrows, using the pencil to make them arch upward. With a laugh she realized she had mimicked the arching of Jareth's eyebrows on her own face, but for tonight's fun, that would work out just fine.

"At least he doesn't wear sparkly pink and silver false eyelashes," she giggled as she applied the eyelash glue and attached the gaudy falsies to her eyes. Batting her eyes dramatically, she smiled, pleased with the campy effect.

Although it had been 6 years since she ran the Labyrinth to get her brother back, Jareth wasn't far from her mind. Two years after her run, he had unceremoniously popped back into her life, literally. She had been sprawled across her bed doing calculus homework when he just appeared as if it was the most natural thing in the world. After that first night, and the that she hadn't run screaming from the room but instead baited him, teased him and flirted shamelessly, he started dropping by to visit her at least once a month.

While it was weird at first, she soon became accustomed to his presence in her life, however intermittent it was. Despite the rocky start to their relationship, and against all logic, they had over the years developed something of a friendship, a fact she found immensely amusing but comforting at the same time.

Abruptly she turned from the mirror snatching up the remote and fast-forwarding to the middle of the movie, muttering, "Damn that movie starts too slow."

Standing, she moved to the closet as the movie resumed from a new point. In a hurry now, she began to throw clothes over her shoulder and into the room as she rummaged through the items on hangers. Items of lace, satin, silk, leather and denim flew unceremoniously through the air, littering the floor of the room as she searched, singing under her breath.

I was feeling done in, couldn't win
I'd only ever kissed before.
I thought there's no use getting into heavy petting
It only leads to trouble and seat wetting...

'"Yes!" Sarah found what she was looking for, waving a French maid costume left over from a fraternity costume party triumphantly in the air. Tossing the costume on the bed she dropped her towel and pulled the short dress over her head, absent-mindedly dancing with the song on the tv.

Now all I want to know is how to go
I've tasted blood and I want more
I'll put up no resistance, I want to stay the distance
I've got an itch to scratch, I need assistance:

Giggling at the lyrics, Sarah thought, 'I've got an itch…wonder if Jareth would…'. Shaking her head she blushed. 'Must stop thinking like that about him. Waaaaay too dangerous. Give him an inch and…." No telling where she'd end up.

Sarah dug through her lingerie drawer pulling out stockings and a pair of satin knickers with hot pink ruffles across the bum. "Perfect! I knew these silly things would come in handy some day," she laughed, the layers of tulle flipping the short skirt of her costume high over her hips as she bent over to pull the knickers on.

Toucha toucha toucha touch me, I wanna be dirty
Thrill me chill me fulfill me
Creature of the night.

Flopping onto her bed, the fluffy crinoline of her underskirt poufing around her, she smoothed seamed stockings up her shapely legs. As the next verse came up, Sarah began camping it up for her reflection in the mirror, attempting a sultry stare as she sang in a breathy voice.

Then if anything grows while you pose
I'll oil you up and rub you down, down, down, down…

Sarah hopped up, slipping her feet into the black patent stilettos she fished out from under her bed, she gave a lascivious wriggle and moaned the last of the song….

And that's just one small fraction of the main attraction
You need a friendly hand and I need action...

"What…do you think you are doing?" asked a familiar voice, dripping with seductive intensity.

Looking up in surprise, Sarah saw him step from the shadows by the window, steely eyes running over her body with a slight smile.

A low chuckle purred from his chest as he advanced toward her, a gloved hand lifting to trace her collar bone, drifting down her neck, until it stopped where the swell of her breasts was hidden by the low neckline of her dress.

"Jareth. I…I…um… didn't know you were popping by tonight," Sarah stammered, vaguely uncomfortable as he looked her up and down.

"Clearly," came the amused reply, "Although I approve of the outfit."

Blushing, Sarah shifted nervously. "If you must know, some friends and I are going to a late movie tonight. If you had warned me that you might pop in, I would've changed plans since this movie shows every Saturday night."

Sarah shivered, watching his tongue dart over his lips as his cool gaze paused to drink in the sight of her cleavage, now pushed up due to the corset waist of the dress. Without thinking, she tugged at the edge of the skirt, as if attempting to make it cover more than the bottom of her ass, pink ruffles from her knickers peeking cheekily beneath the short hem.

"Um…how long were you standing there?" she asked, sure that she was not going to like the answer.

Jareth sneered at her, pointed teeth framed by a mischevious smile, "Long enough Precious, long enough."

"Damn," Sarah muttered, giving him an icy glare. "If you must act like a perv, at least give me some warning. It is creepy enough with the way you pop in whenever you feel like, like some supernatural peeping tom."

Cocking an eyebrow he laughed. "You are worried about me peeping, yet you are seriously going out in public dressed like that? Did I miss Halloween this year?" he asked increduously, flipping up the back of her short skirt as he glided past her.

Slapping his hand away, Sarah turned from him in a huff, pausing to check her reflection in the mirror. "You know damn well that Halloween was last month," she replied feeling the customary fire with which she usually sparred with him, build in her chest – and stomach.

Moving through her bedroom with familiar ease, Jareth settled himself on her bed, lounging against the headboard as he studied her. It always made her nervous when he sat on her bed, and tonight he was taking particular pleasure in the way his presence and her current manner of dress, caused her visible discomfort.

Sarah leaned against the vanity facing Jareth again. Deliberately she slid up until she was perched on the top, giving him a tantalizing view of her legs encased in the silk stockings, the white tulle of her underskirt hinting at what was hidden beneath. Bending forward slightly, she met his gaze, emerald eyes taunting him as she attached the top of the seamed stockings to her garter belt clips.

Rising to her challenge, Jareth stared at her hungrily, a feral gleam sparkling in his mismatched eyes. "Careful Pet. Don't tease if you aren't willing to follow through."

"How do you know I won't?" she winked, letting the tip of her tongue glide over her crimson hued lips.

Without warning Jareth launched himself from the bed, a gloved hand snaking behind Sarah's neck to entwine in her teased hair as he pulled her head forcefully toward his. Sarah gasped softly, lips parting as his face came close, until his lips stopped within a hairsbreadth of hers. She bit back a moan as the heat emanating from his lips made her tremble, wondering if he would kiss her.

They had kissed on several occasions, usually when the verbal sparring between them became too charged or she had been especially teasing. She knew she shouldn't bait him, but the barely restrained sensuality of him made her blood burn, although she would rather die than admit to him that he had that effect on her. So she took her desire out on him through regular sparring matches of sexual innuendo and flirting, which only became an ongoing war of escalation because her verbal filter always went on the fritz around him. Someday she knew she was going to push him too far and then…. Well, what he would do then remained to be seen and Sarah wasn't entirely sure she was ready to find out what that might be, although part of her begged to find out.

"Must we go through this charade again, Precious," he whispered, his velvet tongue darting out to lick her lips lightly, before abruptly letting her go, taking great pleasure in the way she slumped almost bonelessly against the vanity.

Returning to drape himself across her bed, he smiled at her. "You still haven't answered my question pet. What possible reason could you have for wearing that," he gestured toward her costume, "when going out for the evening?"

Sarah paused, nibbling her bottom lip as she considered how to explain the 'Rocky Horror Show' and audience participation to the Goblin King.

"Now, now love, if you want your lips bitten, you need only ask. I'd be happy to oblige," he purred with a smirk, gnashing his teeth in her direction.

Sarah quivered inwardly, her mind taking off, imagining how it would feel to have him bite her lips or neck. She bit back a moan, covering it by snarling as she grasped a nearby shoe and threw it at him, watching as he made it reappear on the vanity next to her with a wave of his hand. "Don't distract me like that if you want me to answer, Jareth"

"Hmm, but it is such fun to distract you, Sarah," Jareth whispered, knowing full well the effect he had on her when whispering her name.

This time the moan did escape Sarah's lips and her face flushed. Jareth noted with a certain amount of satisfaction that the lovely flush spread down to disappear within her luscious cleavage.

Shaking her head sharply Sarah fixed him with a defiant stare, attempting to gain control of herself in order to answer his question before he distracted her again.

"Well, it is kind of hard to explain. We are going to special movie showing where everyone dresses up in costumes and generally acts silly and has a great time – something you wouldn't understand or have the slightest bit of interest in."

Sitting up, Jareth considered this.

"How do you know I wouldn't be interested. I have been to your Aboveground movies before. I particularly like them now that you have 'talkies'."

Sarah laughed and shook her head at his mention of 'talkies'. "Um, Jareth, what was the last Aboveground decade that you went to the movies in? We are waaaay past the 'talkie' stage now."

Scowling as she laughed at him, Jareth glared at her. "No need to be insolent wench. You know quite well that I have been to the movies recently – with you in fact to that dancing movie you young girls were so fond off."

With an amused chuckle Sarah nodded, remembering when she convinced Jareth to go see 'Dirty Dancing' with her. 'Yum,' she thought. 'Patrick Swayzee in tight pants….although Jareth doesn't do too bad in that department either,' Sarah purred to herself, her eyes drifting over his hips as she did so. 'Ack, bad Sarah! Don't look!'

Following her gaze, Jareth raised an eyebrow at her. "Enjoying the view, love?"

Blushing again, Sarah stammered, "Well, the movie we are seeing tonight is way more than a talkie or a dancing movie it is…well…oh hell, you'd have to see it to believe it. Really, it isn't your type of movie."

Rising to stand near her, Jareth reached down, a gloved hand tilting her head upward to look him in the eye. Leaning toward her he closed the distance between them, pressing his cheek against hers he purred near her ear, "Why precious, it almost sounds like you are trying to convince me not to come along. You know that won't work."

Moving back, he pressed his lips softly to hers, feeling her quiver under his touch, before returning to the bed.

"I think I shall come along with you and your friends tonight. I assume you are going out with Jera and Alise? They know me, or at least, know my 'Aboveground' persona, they wouldn't mind me joining you would they?"

Sarah looked at him, emerald eyes glazing over slightly as she considered his proposal while wondering where she lost control of this conversation. Damn him. He always got her so flustered when he showed up unannounced.

She swore that he waited until she was in some sort of compromising position before showing up. Once he showed up in her bathroom while she was relaxing, she was very thankful for the masses of bubbles that night. Another night he popped in just as a sex scene came on the movie she was watching – talk about awkward. And then there was the night he stole into her bedroom while she was lost in a rather steamy dream. She loved dreams where she could feel every touch and caress and this night he had apparently shown up to find her writhing on the bed, moaning. The bastard woke her up just before it finished, leaving her flushed, panting, embarrassed as hell, and desperately wanting to finish the orgasm that the dream had hinted at. She suspected that he knew just what kind of dream it was, she just prayed he didn't know his own role in it.

Her friends had met Jareth several times, posing as Jeremy King, a friend of Sarah's from her time abroad at Cambridge. They quite liked him, in fact they were a bit too interested in him, since they were determined to help he and Sarah 'hook up', so she was sure they'd be happy for him to tag along.

The real question here was whether Jareth could handle the chaos that is a 'Rocky Horror' live audience participation event. Eying him critically she tried to picture him yelling at the screen, surrounded by freaks in various costumes, and the chaos of the obligatory virgin sacrifices.

Virgin sacrifices.

Sarah laughed. The more she thought about it, the more she laughed, the sound bounced merrily off the walls of her small bedroom, startling Jareth from his reverie, as had been distracted plotting how to separate Sarah from her tiny dress with the least amount of resistance.

He looked at her puzzled and vaguely unsettled by the evil glint shining in her eyes.

"Yes. You can come along, but you have to agree to my terms."

Jareth raised an elegant eyebrow and nodded, negotiating contractual terms being his strong suite, he wasn't in the least bit worried about her attempts to set terms. He was an expert at finding loopholes.

"First, you have to dress up – the girls and I will have to dress you for tonight."

"I hardly think it is fitting for a king to play dress up to go to a movie, Sarah."

She shook her head firmly, "The terms I am spelling out are non-negotiable, Your Magesty. You either abide by the terms or pop yourself back home and spend the evening watching goblins do unspeakable things with chickens and dung bombs."

With a sly smile she winked at him, "Besides…I'm sure I look better in a French maid outfit than any of your goblins. If you want to ogle a bit longer, you'd best behave – Kingy."

There, she had thrown down the gauntlet by appealing to his lust, as well as being disrespectful of his rank, he'd have to take the bait now.

Scowling, his mismatched eyes narrowed as he glared at her. Resisting the urge to wipe that smirk off her face with a soul-rending kiss, he bit out a single word response – "Continue."

She knew then she had him, a triumphant smile playing over her lips, she spelled out the rest of the terms.

"First, we dress you up. Second, if you are going out with a bunch of university students, you have to drink like us – No Goblin ale for you tonight," she said. "So no, you can't finish the cask you left in my pantry. It is now off limits"

He frowned, looking at his hands as if adjusting his gloves he nodded for her to continue.

"Third, you have to do what I tell you."

At this he had to object. Giving orders was one thing, but taking them? The Goblin King taking orders from a mere mortal? Unheard of!

As he opened his mouth to object, she waved a hand at him dismissively. His jaw snapped shut, surprised that she had the nerve to dismiss him, something no one else had ever had the audacity to do - and live to tell the tale.

"Shhh. Don't even try it buster. Listen to me carefully. I have been to the show before, I know what to expect – you don't. I will not be giving you orders, just giving you guidelines for how to stay out of trouble. Trust me, you do not want to get noticed at this event. You want to blend in. Got it?"

He drew himself up, an air of regal authority pouring from him. With quiet menace he enquired, "Are those your terms, Sarah?"

She nodded, suddenly feeling quite meek as she wondered if she had indeed gone too far. Would he agree or if merely disappear as had happened the last time he disliked something she had said.

"Deal," is all he said.