This will be a collection of one-shots for my Labyrinth fan fiction because I tend to write a lot of them and they can create clutter. So almost anything new will probably go here.

About the fic: Another plot bunny that ran by and I decided to chase it.

Now, I don't actually know anything about the Fae or their lore or whatever, so please don't be too picky. I just liked the idea and decided to run with it.

For those looking for an update about Deception I'm toying with two new scenes and then maybe I can start getting an ending worked up, but don't hold your breath. You'd be dead by the time I got it finished.

Sarah walked up onto the beach and picked up her towel, panting lightly from her swim.

"I must admit, twenty-first century fashion does have its upsides." Sara groaned and straightened, the towel hanging limp in her hand. She turned to face Jareth, salt water dripping from her hair. She watched as his eyes trailed over her and the bikini she wore. The waves crashed behind her as she draped the towel around her shoulders, pressing the end of it to her cheek and licking saltwater from her lips.

"Stalker."

Jareth smiled, clasping his hands casually behind his back. "You know I always preferred the term voyeur."

"So you admit to being a peeping tom?" she teased.

He gave her an easy smile. "My dear girl, I admit to nothing."

Sarah frowned. "I'm not a little girl anymore Jareth."

He watched her for a moment before letting his eyes trail down below her collarbone once more. "Yes. I can see that."

Sarah glared at him, crossing her arms over her chest. "What do you want Goblin King?" she asked.

"Can I not simply look upon your beauty?" he asked all innocence.

Sarah stepped closer, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Only look? Don't you want to touch?" she said quietly. Jareth looked down at her, beads of saltwater clinging to her supple skin.

"In this case? Not so much." He took a step back and Sarah grinned.

"Ah, that's right. The Fae don't like salt do they?" She took another step towards him, a smile teasing her lips.

Jareth smiled thinly. "Perhaps." Sarah reached for him, but he surprised Sarah when he didn't back away. She let her hand hover over his cheek, a breath away from touching him, watching for a reaction from him, but there was none. He just stood calmly, his eyes watching her in a curious manner, as if wondering what she would do.

Sarah didn't know what the salt would do to him, but she had an idea and despite her teasing she didn't want to cause him pain, so she refrained from letting her fingers trail along the planes of his face, instead keeping them just above his skin.

Jareth watched her as she traced the outline of his features, her eyes following the path of her fingers. He smiled as she reached his lips and paused. He caught her eyes with his own and she hesitated, her cheeks heating.

She dropped her eyes but before she could pull her hand away he trapped her wrist in gloved fingers and brought her palm to his lips, his breath ghosting over the sensitive skin there. Sarah's body tingled, her heart leaping in anticipation.

"You will not always be covered in salt little Sarah," he whispered, the words sending puffs of air over her skin. Her eyes slid closed as he brushed a kiss over her palm, the salt burning his lips. When she opened her eyes he was gone.