Another Stormy Night
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G through L › Labyrinth
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
8,049
Reviews:
41
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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I do not own Labyrinth, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Another Stormy Night
I don't own the movie or any of the characters. I just like to take them out and play with them. If they want to play with me a little as well....who am I to argue?
Chapter I
Sarah was awakened by the thunder. She lay in a tangle of sheets, feeling as if she had not really been asleep at all. The thunder had pulled her back to true consciousness. Lightning flashed across her walls, illuminating the room, the wind bursting through the window at the end of her bed, caressing her bare legs where they were exposed by the sheets. She had left it open earlier, enjoying the cool breezes on the humid summer night. It had begun to rain heavily.
Sleep had been hard to find for Sarah. Tonight had reminded her too much of that night, that other night that seemed like it had occurred so long ago.
She had been so much younger then. She hadn’t understood what he had offered her then, couldn’t understand what he wanted from her. She had been young, too young. She understood now.
The thunder cracked loudly across the sky, seeming to make her whole house shake with its fury.
Fifteen year old girls couldn’t possibly understand the desires of grown men, immortal men. She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling that the lightning continued to allow her to see. Of course, even if she was back in that moment, at this age, she still couldn’t have given in to him. She had to get her brother back home where he belonged.
He had never said that he loved her, only that he wanted to rule her, that if she gave in to him, he would be her slave. But what kind of relationship would that have been? To have a slave, yet still be ruled? Sarah was still confused about what he had been offering her. But back then she had been oblivious to the underlying subtext, confused still made her much better off then she had been back then.
He was cruel, but there was great beauty in his cruelty. Sarah had tried dating, she had never found another man who could come anywhere near HIM. How could she, he wasn’t even human.
Her past with Him had largely been of her own making. He had been confined by her own fifteen year old desires and the rules she had inadvertently put into play. He had been confined by her young girl’s sense of fairy tale, what had she known back then about desire? Fairy tales had still been safe places with happy endings. She hadn’t understood that they could have a dark side, were usually more of the dark, the adult than the young and happy that she had always believed them to be. Sure, fairy tales usually were made of different events that led to the knight needing to rescue the fair maiden, but things always worked out in the end without the pain and the bloodshed that she now knew was almost necessary.
She still hadn’t found a way to make her own rules yet. She didn’t know if it would ever be possible to see him again. Sarah ached for his presence once more. What she wouldn’t do to be ruled by him now, for her to be his slave. What she wouldn’t do to have that obsession as focused on her now as it had been back then. She would have willingly been caught by him now so that she could have had it all.
She tossed and turned for a while longer, listening to the storm, not able to allow it to soothe her as storms usually did.
It had been thirteen years. Her brother was a healthy energetic fourteen year old boy. He often came over to hang out with her at her place. Sarah did not speak to her father or stepmother anymore. After that night, she couldn’t stand to stay in their house any longer. Something inexplicably had changed. Maybe she had grown up. She left that night and made her own way after that. Life could never again be the fairytale that it had been. How could it when she had already lived it and lost it?
Better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all as the saying went, Sarah didn’t believe it, not when it hurt so much. She hadn’t recognized the love for what it was back then, or the obsession? One man holding back time for her…..
She turned again. The frustration that she had managed to hold back for years finally bursting forth, her frustration at her pride and the constraints it had placed on a fifteen year old girl long ago and far away. She didn’t even know what she had done to grab his attention. How could she, plain old boring Sarah Williams, have ever caught the attention of a creature such as the Goblin King?
Sure, she had believed in fairy tale, but she had been a child. She wasn’t now. She pictured his face once again in her mind, his long fingered hands beckoning to her to join him and forget about Toby. How had she not seen it? Though, she also realized now, how much he had almost seemed to hate her at the same time, as if he has less choice then she in the game they played.
Sarah snorted silently in her mind, an immortal king wanting her that much? How on earth would he have even noticed her, an unnoticeable human girl in the first place? Well, there was the book she supposed…. She had read the words, but would that alone have been enough? Certainly enough to bring him to her to take Toby away, Sarah turned onto her back once again, nearly wanting to scream at her youthful innocence.
Even back then she had had feelings for him, feelings that she hadn’t been able to recognize. The cold shivers of desire that had run over her body whenever he had come near her had been taken as fear. Even now Sarah could feel her nipples peak under the thin cotton of her shirt. She saw his hands twirling the crystal, and his eyes staring at her so intently…..
She let her hand slip down to the stiff peak standing so firmly against the fabric. Becoming with a gentle tugging she teased herself with the memories that filled all of her thoughts. She cupped her breast with one hand while beginning to pinch herself even harder, letting her back arch up as she thought of the way he moved. She wondered what it would be like to have his hands on her.
She tugged the shirt over her head, enjoying the feel of the storm’s breeze over her body. All she had left was the old pair of panties she wore to be comfortable in. Nothing was sexy about them. She couldn’t imagine that even now, when she knew what her body desired from him, what he could possibly she in her. She laughed mirthlessly into the dark, what did it matter? She had already lost her chance at him.
If she had known then what she did now, would he have preferred her young fifteen year old body to this one? This one that was so much more lush and rounded then anything she had had at fifteen? Her hand slipped from her breast down her stomach, lazily circling her belly button, slowly wondering down to the edge of the plain, boring underwear that sat low on her hips.
She thought about his clothing, clothing that really concealed very little about him. She had noticed that even back then. His wild hair, his cloak, the open shirt, the tight pants, the boots, the pendant that caressed his chest, drawing the eye intentionally….. her hand slipped below the elastic, into her own rich brown curls. She let her fingers slip through her pubic hair, gently tugging here and there. Would he have liked this? She knew that some women trimmed and shaved, but not her, she kept herself as she had only begun to be back then.
Her fingers continued to slip down, into the slick wetness that was between her thighs. Her finger found the nub that had already begun standing at attention right above the tight hole that waited for something she hadn’t found yet. What would it feel like if it were his hands doing what hers were doing….
The storm seemed to be at its height as her finger moved faster and faster, drawing her body tighter and tighter into that hot spiral of ecstasy that she still had so little experience with. Thoughts of him continued to propel her toward something even now she couldn’t fully realize.
She started to whisper his name, nearly sobbing with the intensity of her emotions and the loss of it all. Oh…what she wouldn’t do to be able to go back and do it again. Maybe she could have found a way, a way to send Toby home and to have him for hers. Her other hand pinched her nipple harder than ever before and with one last twist of her fingers between her legs, her world exploded with the fury of the storm.
There wasn’t going to be any fairy tale ending for her. No happy ending where the knight saved the damsel in distress.
There was another crack of thunder and lightning flashed once more across the sky and the room. From nowhere, at the foot of her bed, a figure was outlined by the flash.
“Oh Sarah….”, that voice, that voice that she constantly heard in her head….was she going crazy, had she finally lost it? This must be a dream, she must be asleep after all. “Oh Sarah, Id never forget about you, all you ever had to do was call my name once more…...”
A/N:
I really love comments and feedback! I love to hear what you guys think and if you want to hear more, this wouldn't be anywhere near as fun as it is without you! Thanks!
Chapter I
Sarah was awakened by the thunder. She lay in a tangle of sheets, feeling as if she had not really been asleep at all. The thunder had pulled her back to true consciousness. Lightning flashed across her walls, illuminating the room, the wind bursting through the window at the end of her bed, caressing her bare legs where they were exposed by the sheets. She had left it open earlier, enjoying the cool breezes on the humid summer night. It had begun to rain heavily.
Sleep had been hard to find for Sarah. Tonight had reminded her too much of that night, that other night that seemed like it had occurred so long ago.
She had been so much younger then. She hadn’t understood what he had offered her then, couldn’t understand what he wanted from her. She had been young, too young. She understood now.
The thunder cracked loudly across the sky, seeming to make her whole house shake with its fury.
Fifteen year old girls couldn’t possibly understand the desires of grown men, immortal men. She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling that the lightning continued to allow her to see. Of course, even if she was back in that moment, at this age, she still couldn’t have given in to him. She had to get her brother back home where he belonged.
He had never said that he loved her, only that he wanted to rule her, that if she gave in to him, he would be her slave. But what kind of relationship would that have been? To have a slave, yet still be ruled? Sarah was still confused about what he had been offering her. But back then she had been oblivious to the underlying subtext, confused still made her much better off then she had been back then.
He was cruel, but there was great beauty in his cruelty. Sarah had tried dating, she had never found another man who could come anywhere near HIM. How could she, he wasn’t even human.
Her past with Him had largely been of her own making. He had been confined by her own fifteen year old desires and the rules she had inadvertently put into play. He had been confined by her young girl’s sense of fairy tale, what had she known back then about desire? Fairy tales had still been safe places with happy endings. She hadn’t understood that they could have a dark side, were usually more of the dark, the adult than the young and happy that she had always believed them to be. Sure, fairy tales usually were made of different events that led to the knight needing to rescue the fair maiden, but things always worked out in the end without the pain and the bloodshed that she now knew was almost necessary.
She still hadn’t found a way to make her own rules yet. She didn’t know if it would ever be possible to see him again. Sarah ached for his presence once more. What she wouldn’t do to be ruled by him now, for her to be his slave. What she wouldn’t do to have that obsession as focused on her now as it had been back then. She would have willingly been caught by him now so that she could have had it all.
She tossed and turned for a while longer, listening to the storm, not able to allow it to soothe her as storms usually did.
It had been thirteen years. Her brother was a healthy energetic fourteen year old boy. He often came over to hang out with her at her place. Sarah did not speak to her father or stepmother anymore. After that night, she couldn’t stand to stay in their house any longer. Something inexplicably had changed. Maybe she had grown up. She left that night and made her own way after that. Life could never again be the fairytale that it had been. How could it when she had already lived it and lost it?
Better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all as the saying went, Sarah didn’t believe it, not when it hurt so much. She hadn’t recognized the love for what it was back then, or the obsession? One man holding back time for her…..
She turned again. The frustration that she had managed to hold back for years finally bursting forth, her frustration at her pride and the constraints it had placed on a fifteen year old girl long ago and far away. She didn’t even know what she had done to grab his attention. How could she, plain old boring Sarah Williams, have ever caught the attention of a creature such as the Goblin King?
Sure, she had believed in fairy tale, but she had been a child. She wasn’t now. She pictured his face once again in her mind, his long fingered hands beckoning to her to join him and forget about Toby. How had she not seen it? Though, she also realized now, how much he had almost seemed to hate her at the same time, as if he has less choice then she in the game they played.
Sarah snorted silently in her mind, an immortal king wanting her that much? How on earth would he have even noticed her, an unnoticeable human girl in the first place? Well, there was the book she supposed…. She had read the words, but would that alone have been enough? Certainly enough to bring him to her to take Toby away, Sarah turned onto her back once again, nearly wanting to scream at her youthful innocence.
Even back then she had had feelings for him, feelings that she hadn’t been able to recognize. The cold shivers of desire that had run over her body whenever he had come near her had been taken as fear. Even now Sarah could feel her nipples peak under the thin cotton of her shirt. She saw his hands twirling the crystal, and his eyes staring at her so intently…..
She let her hand slip down to the stiff peak standing so firmly against the fabric. Becoming with a gentle tugging she teased herself with the memories that filled all of her thoughts. She cupped her breast with one hand while beginning to pinch herself even harder, letting her back arch up as she thought of the way he moved. She wondered what it would be like to have his hands on her.
She tugged the shirt over her head, enjoying the feel of the storm’s breeze over her body. All she had left was the old pair of panties she wore to be comfortable in. Nothing was sexy about them. She couldn’t imagine that even now, when she knew what her body desired from him, what he could possibly she in her. She laughed mirthlessly into the dark, what did it matter? She had already lost her chance at him.
If she had known then what she did now, would he have preferred her young fifteen year old body to this one? This one that was so much more lush and rounded then anything she had had at fifteen? Her hand slipped from her breast down her stomach, lazily circling her belly button, slowly wondering down to the edge of the plain, boring underwear that sat low on her hips.
She thought about his clothing, clothing that really concealed very little about him. She had noticed that even back then. His wild hair, his cloak, the open shirt, the tight pants, the boots, the pendant that caressed his chest, drawing the eye intentionally….. her hand slipped below the elastic, into her own rich brown curls. She let her fingers slip through her pubic hair, gently tugging here and there. Would he have liked this? She knew that some women trimmed and shaved, but not her, she kept herself as she had only begun to be back then.
Her fingers continued to slip down, into the slick wetness that was between her thighs. Her finger found the nub that had already begun standing at attention right above the tight hole that waited for something she hadn’t found yet. What would it feel like if it were his hands doing what hers were doing….
The storm seemed to be at its height as her finger moved faster and faster, drawing her body tighter and tighter into that hot spiral of ecstasy that she still had so little experience with. Thoughts of him continued to propel her toward something even now she couldn’t fully realize.
She started to whisper his name, nearly sobbing with the intensity of her emotions and the loss of it all. Oh…what she wouldn’t do to be able to go back and do it again. Maybe she could have found a way, a way to send Toby home and to have him for hers. Her other hand pinched her nipple harder than ever before and with one last twist of her fingers between her legs, her world exploded with the fury of the storm.
There wasn’t going to be any fairy tale ending for her. No happy ending where the knight saved the damsel in distress.
There was another crack of thunder and lightning flashed once more across the sky and the room. From nowhere, at the foot of her bed, a figure was outlined by the flash.
“Oh Sarah….”, that voice, that voice that she constantly heard in her head….was she going crazy, had she finally lost it? This must be a dream, she must be asleep after all. “Oh Sarah, Id never forget about you, all you ever had to do was call my name once more…...”
A/N:
I really love comments and feedback! I love to hear what you guys think and if you want to hear more, this wouldn't be anywhere near as fun as it is without you! Thanks!