A/N: Hello! I have revised the drabbles! Please take a look and tell me what you think!

Disclaimer: If I owned the Labyrinth, Jareth would never wear anything other than those lovely tight pants, and Sarah would have stayed. Sadly, however, that right belongs to Jim Henson, God rest his soul.

For Taylor, with love and metal.

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Masquerade:

They were spinning. Heels kissed the tiled floor in seductive syncopations. His eyes were mismatch and that was all she could fathom or understand. His hands were warm against her hips. His pelvis pressed too snuggly against her own. She was lost in him. Captivated. The things that man could do with his eyes alone were lethal. He stripped her bare, though she was fully clothed. It was if he could see right through her. Her cheeks flushed. A small smirk formed on his flawless face, causing an ache to settle deep in her belly.

They twisted to an erotic beat. No words. He knew already the thoughts in hear head. The music carried them. Her eyes were lidded. She drifted, and he held her close. Entranced. That was the word for it. His lips on her ear earned him a breathless whimper. Her nails dug into his shoulder, his fingers dug into her hips. She hung dangerously on the precipice of his patience. He pressed his cheek to the side of her heck, tongue flicking once to tease her collar bone. Her little gasp elicited a painful throb in his pants. He could feel her pert breast respond through her dress. Then he pulled back, looking at her eyes, deeply diseased with desire.

She let the music and the feel of his magic course through her. She was infinite. The heat poured from them both in sensual waves. The fire in her belly was unquenchable. She begged him with her eyes. Neither noted that the music had stopped or that the crowd watched with anticipation thick as honey. The curious onlookers waited for the couples next move, twirl, or leap. With bated breath they watched their King do what he did best: seduce.

The pair dipped and turned. She slid up his body. He sighed, thoughts of having her in his bed were all too enticing. She could have been his perfection with those dark eyes and pouty lips. He could have been her religion, the way she felt so saved.

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A/N: So that's it for this first drabble. Reviews would be appreciated! They get longer as they go, but some of them are just this short, maybe one or two shorter. Basically they're whatever emotion I feel like writing at the time. If you'd like to contribute to the story, feel free to send me words, emotions, plot lines, etc, and I would be happy to incorporate your ideas! Hope you enjoy. Thank you for reading.