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His Champion's Journey

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Sarah found herself shoved into the bathroom of the rooms she had been given the first day she had arrived.

"Now, strip." Penelope demanded. Her servant waved a hand over the tub and it was filled with hot, sudsy water.

"Ummm." Sarah blushed. "Look , I appreciate all you have done for me, but can I bathe alone please?"

The two women sighed in indignation, but left her alone.

Sarah practically ripped off her dirty and torn clothing and sank into her bath.

The hot soapy water stung as it hit her cuts and scrapes, but even with that Sarah had never loved a bath so much.

She relaxed deep into the huge tub, just laying there for a while. After a bit she grabbed a bottle and shampooed her hair, massaging her scalp, her arms feeling rubbery.

"I wish I had someone else to do this. I'm so tired."

"You rang?" Came from the side of the tub. She jumped at the unexpected intrusion.

Looking up she gazed into the familiar blue eyes of Jareth, clad in only a towel.

"What are you doing here?" She squeaked out.

"You wished for me." He smirked knowingly.

"I wished for someone..not you specifically.' She answered smartly tossing her hair. She watched as he waved a hand and a crystal appeared. He looked back to her and gave her wicked little smile as threw the crystal into the air.

She looked up to see where it went, only to find her back against warm flesh, arms wrapping around her waist.

"Ahh. Yes. Magic is so handy, isn't it?" He said in her ear.

She turned and straddled him. "Why are you interrupting my bath?" She asked, teasing him.

He held her close. "I was about to enter mine, when I heard your call. I thought why waste water? We could do the sensible thing and share. Maybe celebrate together in the bath."

He pulled her hair gently which tilted her head back, and nibbled at her neck.

"Jar...eth..." Sarah gasped. She pushed him back. "We need to talk."

He looked into her eyes again not letting her eyes travel from his own. "I know we do, but can we have this night, Sarah? Do we not deserve it? He gestured and there were two glasses of wine sitting on the side of the tub.

He handed her one. She eyed it. "I don't know. I ate an apple in the forest and had this horrible dream..."

"You ate fruit of the maze again? Sarah Sarah should have learned." He said. "The wine is perfectly fine. As is any food you eat in the castle."

She sipped, finding it delicious, and drained the glass. When it was empty she sat her glass down and let her fingers wander over his handsome face as she spoke.

"The nightmare I had, you were there, and so horrid to me. You said terrible things." Sarah said, his eyes softening with empathy. He knew well those tricks. She told him of the conversation she had with his dream self, leaving out the part where she said she loved him. She was not ready to say that, yet. She wanted to know he felt the same before she said that.

He kissed her face and lips. "Love, that was not me in your nightmare. Whatever you dreamed, it was The Labyrinth playing into your deepest fears about me. I certainly have my dark side, but would never say such things to you."

He paused and once again smiled sexily at her. "Besides, if I were to lock you in an oubliette, I would join you and we would spend many uninterrupted hours together. You would find my brand of interrogation and torture, specific to you alone, far more pleasing than anywhere else."

Sarah felt a bolt of desire move through her at his words but felt there was more they should be discussing than sex. "I..don't know what to much.."

He shushed her. "Let us have this night together. Just for us." He sat his glass down and pulled he against him, kissing her.

Inside he knew this may be their last night together, and he wanted to enjoy it. To cherish it. For it would have to sustain him a long time. He knew now, he could never feel this way for another. He didn't want anyone else. He wanted her. Only Sarah. Tomorrow she would leave him, go back to her life.

He retrieved a soft sponge, lathered it up and proceeded to wash her all over. Sarah he dunked herself under the water to wash the soap off. She picked up the sponge he had sat on the side, and reciprocated.

Once they were clean he handed her the magically refilled glass of wine. They toasted with a clink of the glasses, and drank.

Jareth rose stepped out of the tub and held out his hand, Sarah took it and followed. He wrapped a towel around his waist again then got another of the unimaginably soft towels and wrapped her in it. Once it was secured he swung her up into his arms, making her giggle as she wound her arms around his neck.

He carried her out of the bathroom, and through a door that appeared on the other side of her rooms that she knew had not been there before. It opened into a much larger set of rooms, incredibly plush with furniture of dark heavy wood covered in colors of dark reds, blues and purples. He went through the room to a thick fur rug in front of the huge fireplace where a fire blazed to life. He sat her on the soft fur and took his place behind her. Another towel appeared in his hands, and he dried her long hair until it fell in shiny waves down her back.

The towel he had been using disappeared and he held her close, enjoying the scent of her skin, pressing light kisses over her shoulder and neck, smelling her hair. They didn't speak at all. She leaned back into him and they both watched the flames dance in the fireplace, lost in their thoughts. Sarah wasn't sure how long they sat there, but she enjoyed the companionable silence.

After a while he made to rise from the rug. "Come, Sarah." He whispered in her ear, making her shiver.

He stood and led her through a door to the side of fireplace, into a different room.

This room was similar in some ways to the one she had been using but much bigger and luxurious. More dark heavy furniture and the bedding on the huge canopied bed was all plush velvets and shimmery silks.

"Your brother gave me the rooms next to yours?" She asked him.

He chuckled. "My brother has an odd sense of humor. He gave you The Queen's Chambers." He wiggled his eyebrows.

Sarah swallowed hard. Queen's Chambers? Crap. Did Jorwyn think she was going to be Queen?

Jareth took in the slightly scared look in Sarah's eyes and his heart fell a little. He thought maybe..but no. She wanted to go home. She should go home. Sarah was a mortal woman, and he needed to keep that in mind. There was no future with her beyond this. "No need to worry, love. There isn't a Champion's Chambers and most likely felt it was the most appropriate rooms for you to have, considering you carry some standing here. I was teasing you."

"Oh." Was all she could say. She smiled at him but it didn't reach her eyes.

She walked around, still wrapped in only a towel. He stood back and admired her.

"Your rooms are beautiful. Classy...very masculine, but not without a feminine undertone, with all the velvet and all."

She turned to face him.

He just stood there, looking at her. It was that same look he gave her when they first made love in the valley days ago. So many days. A week? It seemed like yesterday and a million years ago all at once. Then it was just them. Under the stars, no pressure, no knowledge of what the future would hold, it was two people finding comfort and solace in each other's arms. Now, he was once again The Goblin King, and she was just a human woman. A woman he had no future with after this night.

A woman who loved him desperately but was afraid to say it because of what it might mean for both of them. Heartache, in all likelihood. Just a brief moment of happiness, followed by so much pain. Even if he does love me, she would not want him to live the rest of his life pining for her. The thought came to her like a lightning bolt, she had to love him enough to let him go, and she did.

The realization that she loved this man and had to let him go made her woozy and she tipped forward. Jareth rushed to her holding her up.

"What is wrong? Are you ill? I can call the healer." He said, concerned.

She gave him a weak smile. " I'm fine. It's just been a long 2 weeks. Maybe if I lay down for a few minutes."

He guided her to huge bed in the middle of the room. He pulled back the sheer curtains and she climbed up in it. She laid down, finding the silky sheets soft and cool on her overheated, flushed skin. The pillows were large and fluffy, cradling her head. She had never laid on bed so comfortable.

"I don't think I've ever seen a bed more...kingly than this." She told him as he got in next to her and propped his upper half up on his elbow to look down at her.

She sat up a little. "I'm fine now. I think my body needs to adjust to not being on the go all the time again." She joked.

She was surprised how nervous she felt. They had made love at least a dozen times and had seen each other at their absolute worst. There was practically nothing they had not experienced together in those 13 days. Why was she so jittery now?

"Oh wait." She sat up more and pulled the towel off. "It's a little damp. Don't want to get your bed wet."

She made a move to get under the blankets but he stopped her.

"Wait. Lay down." He said.

She laid back, naked and shaking a bit. Not from cold either.

Jareth twirled his finger. "Can you turn over?"

Sarah paused, wondering what he was planning. She was no innocent but there were a couple of things she hadn't ever done. He had probably tried everything in his long life, she thought. "I um. I don't know..I've never..."

He then understood what she thought. "No nothing like that. I want to heal you." He replied smiling.

She let out the breath she was holding and did as he asked. While wasn't averse to trying new things, tonight was definitely NOT the night for such things.

He ran his hands over her body. She had cuts and scrapes, but her side, hip and buttocks were terribly bruised. He had noticed in the bath.

"These look painful." He said as he worked. He closed his eyes, letting the magic build in his hands, feeling the heat of the light magic coming forward.

When it was sufficiently strong which for him was seconds, he touched her bruises lightly with his fingertips, watching as the bruises and swelling recede and disappear.

He then created a healing crystal and laid it on her skin.

Sarath felt the cold spot press on her back and wondered what he was doing. He said something in his own language almost to quiet for her to hear and she felt a small pop like a bubble bursting against her skin, her whole body tingling for a few seconds.

'There. Much better." He said satisfied, as he admired her lovely form. She pushed herself up and turned over looking at herself all over.

"Could have used that days ago." She said, pleased to see her body injury free for the first time in 2 weeks. All the soreness was gone. Her wounds healed, her body all peaches and cream, and clear of bruises again.

She bent forward and kissed his lips. "Thank you."

He inclined his head.

She laid back against the pillows, but did not take her eyes from his.

"Lay with me?" She asked, biting her lip.

He removed the towel from around his waist and laid down next to her. She saw he was already excited at her presence and it made her feel good that she could do that to such a man.

"So..." She started.

He laughed. "" He leaned down and kissed her laying his hand on her waist.

She laid her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Thier kisses deepening, becoming more passionate.

His hands started running over her limbs, her sides, her belly, lightly touching her breasts.

Sarah gave into it. In this quiet room, with only the sound of the fire crackling, it was only them once more. She let go of all her thoughts and worries.

This one night. That's is what Jareth had asked for. Tomorrow would bring whatever it brought. Whatever happened would come. This night was about them. About honoring what they had shared.

She would go home, and he would move on. He would find some beautiful immortal woman and they would live in this castle, make love in this bed. They would have children, and she would be long gone while their lives together would be just beginning.

She kissed him ever deeper, more and more. She wanted to make it last forever. Though her forever was comparably short.

She wanted to think of him when whatever lawyer in her father's law firm he introduced her to that she would marry was making love to her and she would stare at the ceiling pretending to love him above all others.

She would always see Jareth's face. She knew that. Though she would never be able to tell a soul. He would always be a wish away, but once she left here, she would never say the words because it would open the wounds she would need to heal when she left.

Whoever it was she married, Sarah could care for him, but she could never love him the way she should and she would always feel guilty. Everyone deserved to be truly loved. Her heart would be taken by fairytale king, as ridiculous as that sounds.

Sarah would remember him when she had children and grandchildren, and as she was dancing and playing games with them she would think how wonderful it would be if he were there, laughing and dancing with them. She would wish the children were his. But they wouldn't be.

She would live through those children, telling them fairy tales, they would grow up believing in The Goblin King, that much she could do. Then someday, when she wasn't there, maybe if they needed someone, maybe he would hear and he could show up and be there when she was no longer able. She somehow instinctively knew he would do that. He would help the children and grandchildren and all those that would be of her blood, the blood of his Champion, if they wished it. In her mind's eye she could see him showing up at sometime far in the future, looking as he always did, explaining who he was and why he was there to help that future descendant of her. His eyes filled with pride, with a hint of sadness.

"Sarah..why are you crying?" He asked. He had lifted his head when he felt wetness against his cheek. Tears were sliding down her face.

She smiled through them. "Nothing. It's fine, it's just all the stress leaving, you know."

He looked at her as if didn't quite believe such a simple explanation, but he brushed them away and kissed her damp cheeks.

His mouth moved to her earlobe and sucked on it, sending more and more tremors through her.

Heat flared in her body. He nibbled at her neck, and kissed her chest. He cupped her breasts, taking her hard peaks one at a time in his warm mouth, sucking them, making her gasp and moan.

His mouth trailed down to her bellybutton and swirled his tongue around it. Spreading her legs he went lower.

The first touch of his lips on her sex made her back arch, a loud groan of pleasure escaping her lips. She reached down and wound her fingers in his feather soft hair. He brought her over the edge her over and over with his lips, tongue and fingers. Savoring her taste as he worked her into a frenzy of sweet hot desire.

After several orgasms, she pushed him away and onto his back to return the favor. She explored him as thoroughly as he had explored her. She wanted to memorize him. Every inch. His arms, his chest, his legs and feet, his long fingers and muscled thighs, the way his hips curved over to his flat belly with the light dusting of soft blond hairs that led down to his very hard, large erection.

She cradled his cock in her hands as he watched, his breath hastening when her fingers wrapped around him and moved up and down carefully. She caressed him for several minutes, then bent over and took him in her mouth, her lips gliding up and down his shaft, making him jerk and writhe under her.

"Sarah..Gods..woman...that feels incredible." He moaned as she worked on him.

She used her hands and mouth to bring him to the brink. She briefly considered stopping, but wanted to know all of him including this, his very essence. So with a few more strokes he groaned even louder, and found his release. She took it all swallowing quickly, continuing her motions until he was fully spent and relaxed against the sheets.

When Sarah was done pleasuring him, she kissed his shaft, thighs and belly a few times, as he stroked her hair and closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her lips against his skin.

She moved and lay next to him, smiling at he look of contentment on his face.

He turned and hugged her tight, wrapping his arms and a leg over her body to press her closer, kissing her face all over. He spoke between kisses. "Oh my you please me. You are so beautiful."

He kept whispering to her as they lay together kissing in the firelight, saying sweet things, dirty things, all the things he wanted to do to her, with her, as she sighed and moaned his name under his ministrations.

They touched and kissed, stroked and played with each other until both of them were on the edge again, making each other crazy with desire.

Jareth moved over her, rolling her on her back. Sarah spread her legs to accommodate his slim hips pushing forward. She felt him nudging at her entrance, then he keep pushing and was fully inside of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels pressing against his backside. They stayed in that place for a moment, not moving. This seemed different than before, for both of them. More intimate, more binding.

Sarah was once again amazed at how perfectly he fit inside her. They were made to fit together, like pieces of a puzzle. His strong hips began pushing forward and drawing back sliding almost all the way out and pistoning back in again. With every thrust he hit the place inside that sent her passion reeling towards the precipice of her climax.

He sat up suddenly and pushed back on his heels, so she was straddling him. How he managed to never leave her body while do this amazed her. "I want to be looking into your eyes, this time. I want you looking into mine." He said firmly. She spread her legs even more to allow for his being open slightly to support her.

Sarah rocked up and down with the urging of his hands holding her backside and guiding her. This position caused an immediate and sharp increase in the sensations he was causing. The friction increased against her ultra sensitive channel, and her moans were happening with every thrust downward. getting louder.

Jareth knew how close she was, as was he. He took her face in his hands, forcing her to face him. Her eyes fluttered open and struggled to stay that way.

"Look at me Sarah." He commanded, taking control of her pleasure. "Come for me. With me."

She did. Her eyelids ached to close but it was like she couldn't close them. His blue eyes bore into hers and she felt an indefinable sensation, it felt as if he was reaching into her very soul and stroking it with his own, combining their energy until there was no separation between them. Her orgasm overtook her and she screamed his name.

Jareth's simultaneous climax exploded inside of him and the outward, but he did not let go of her. He refused to close his eyes and miss what he saw in hers, the passion, the powerful release, the connection to him he knew she felt in that moment. He kept moving his body into her until each of them had completely finished.

Sarah felt weak. All the tension left her body and she fought to stay upright. She could feel Jareth's release inside of her body. His seed filling her, but she did as he asked and kept her eyes open. She could see the pleasure in his eyes, his control slipping as his body shuddered and tensed. A low groan escaped his lips but still his eyes burned fire into hers as he continued to pump into her holding her very soul in the grip of his own.

When they were both done, Jareth's grip loosened on her body and she slid backwards.

He caught her and laid her back on the bed, knowing as a human she would need a few minutes to regain her strength.
He caught his breath and closed his eyes, the spell broken. A sheen of sweat covered his body.

"What did you do to me? Damn." Sarah said when he laid down and pulled her over so he could cradle her against his chest.

"Enjoyed that did you." he answered. His voice deeper than before, sounding sleepy.

"Yes..what was it?"

He kissed her forehead. "It is a way of lovemaking, using magic, that is used here to increase pleasure. A way of connecting to each others, souls at climax."

"All the ladies must love that." She joked.

He turned to the side, to face her. "I do not do that with all the ladies, as you put it. Only once...and that was a long time ago, when I was young, with the woman who taught the technique to me. Now you. That is all."

They were quiet for a while. Sarah was getting tired but did not want lose a moment.

"Who was it..the one from before?" She had to ask.

"Why do you want to know?" He answered her question with genuine curiosity.

She shrugged. "I was just wondering. We have talked a lot about the underground but you haven't told me much about you. Your life. I'm not jealous or anything. We both have pasts I know. I have no claim on you."

Oh if only you didn't. Jareth thought to himself. I would not be in this situation.

Sarah felt him nod in understanding. "When I was just out of my pubescent years, which for us is a long time, but before I became king, I met a woman. She was older than me, kind, beautiful. A woman of the court. Her husband had been killed in a skirmish between his kingdom and another. She was lonely and I was still quite naive about..those kinds of things. She taught me a great deal about the physical acts of pleasure. Eventually she and I parted, as relationships of that kind are not meant to last. I was rather fond her. For obvious reasons." He laughed.

Sarah repositioned herself so she was looking up at his face. "Did you love her?"

He stroked her back as he thought, his brow crinkling. "I thought I did. I felt I would die of a broken heart when she sent me away. Eventually I came to know she was correct in breaking it off and while I was fond of her, love was a foolish notion of youth. We weren't suitable in any other way but sexually. She found another husband a few years later. I envied him back then. She was quite skilled. Though in this moment she seems not exciting to me at all. I much prefer you in every way." A half smile appeared as he reminisced, then it changed to a slight frown after the rest of the sentence.

Sarah turned back to lay her cheek on his chest, curious about the frown but leaving it alone. "And you never married or found anyone else?"

"I found many someones. None lasted long. As for marriage, if I would have married I still would be. It is never to be entered into lightly for us. It is a bond that cannot be broken. Once done, it is done. Most of us do not marry for love because of that, I suppose. We marry to unite families and kingdoms, to secure treaties and bring peace between peoples. To care for each other, to enjoy each other's company, be friends, is the best we can hope for. I would say we are a guarded race. Afraid to give ourselves over to another so completely they hold our hearts in their hands. To do so it is thought that one person is your weakness. They can be used to hurt you. That they themselves are the one that will ultimately hurt you the most. That it is better to always keep your heart to yourself."

Sarah felt tears threaten to spill over. "It seems so jaded. Lonely too. Everyone deserves to be loved. Should know the feeling of losing your breath by just looking into someone's eyes. Of your heart racing by just seeing them across the room. To be able to say, look, there is my love, aren't they amazing?"

Jareth moved suddenly pushing her to the bed and laying on top of her, but supporting himself as not to crush her.

He kissed the tear that had appeared. Then once again looked into her eyes so intensely that it froze her into place, wondering what he was going to say or do.

"Yes, Sarah. You should. I want nothing less for you. You should love with all the passion and fire within you and have it returned. You deserve all of that, and so much more. Promise me you will love exactly that way."

The intense passion shooting from his eyes was so bright it threatened to consume her whole.

Her heart felt like it was going to burst from her chest, looking at him.

"I promise. I will." She whispered. She already did.

Say it. Tell him. Tell him you already love that way. Maybe He can't. I get it now. He will always guard his heart.

He kissed her then, and she was lost once more, the moment over. She gave into it. For this one night.

Here and now, she was his, he was hers. As the stars twinkled and the moon shone through the shimmering curtain onto the bed, she let herself believe for just this once, that he loved her.