Love or the Game

"Well?" Jareth remarked. He couldn't stand it any longer. "What utter humiliating thing do you ask of me?"

Sarah's hands found their place on her hips as she spun around to face him. "It could be any number of things, Jareth. Isn't it just torture not to know for sure?" she remarked, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. Taking a step closer, she looked up into his eyes, and studied their appearance briefly; so much anger and pain there.

"Don't toy with me," he muttered angrily.

"I thought that's what you liked." she said, walking around behind him. Without a word, Sarah wrapped her arms around him from behind, her fingers finding the clasps of his shirt.

"What are you doing?" Jareth asked, unsure of her sudden change in demeanor.

"I'm collecting my prize," she uttered, pressing a light kiss to his back of his neck.

Jareth shuddered involuntarily as her hands slid inside his shirt to run along his bare skin. Grasping her wrists, he pulled them from his body and turned slowly to face her. He couldn't help but be in awe of her as she stood there silently looking at him as though he were the only man alive. Fire invaded his soul as he pulled her to him in an embrace.

Seizing her lips with his, Jareth let his animalistic nature run it's course, wanting to devour her that very second. His hands slid down her sides to grasp the hem of her shirt, slowly pulling it upwards, his fingertips running smoothly along her skin. Reaching around her back, his fingers lightly touched the clasp to her bra, but she stopped him. Jareth cringed, his body in shock, wanting to rid himself of the desire he felt building inside and she stopped him.

Sarah smiled, pressing her hand lightly against his chest. "Sit," she uttered, pushing him to sit on his bed. Moving fluidly, she straddled his lap, sitting down gently and running her hands beneath the fabric of his shirt, all the while she was invigorated by the feel of his hands on her body. Pushing it from his shoulders, Sarah lowered her head to kiss his chest. She was in control now, and she was going to enjoy every last bit of it. Sliding elegantly from his lap, Sarah landed on her knees, her hands reaching the band of his tights.

Jareth watched in anticipation as her hands slid down his legs before coming back to the band of his tights. Every last inch of him screamed for this torture to stop, and yet he found himself stimulated by her effortless touches. He wanted to rip the last shreds of fabric from her body and take her right then and there, but restrained himself. It had to be her way; she'd made that clear enough.

Sarah dipped her fingers inside his waistband, pulling his tights down gently. When he lifted his hips, she smiled, knowing that he couldn't wait to get to the main course. Pulling them on down his legs, she removed them with ease, leaving nothing more to the imagination. Standing up gracefully, Sarah eyed his exposed body, a sultry smile gracing her lips. Unbuttoning her jeans, she left them loiter on her hips, watching his eyes follow her every movement before letting them fall down around her ankles.

"How long must you torture me like this, Sarah?" he asked, his voice raspy with urgency.

"As long as it takes, Jareth. What would you do if I walked out that door right now?" she asked, running a finger across his chest.

"I'd follow you to the far reaches of the Earth until I had you within my arms. Is that what you want to hear?" he replied, clasping her wrist and bringing it to his lips to kiss it lightly.

"No," she remarked, grasping his hair with her other hand and yanking his head back. "I want to hear how you feel, Jareth." Kissing the tender skin of his neck, she felt him shudder from sheer excitement. Slipping her tongue passed her lips, she traced his earlobe with precision as his hands grasped her hips. Without hesitation she moved away, hearing a slight moan of protest from Jareth.

"You can send me home now," she said softly, her eyes staring back at him.

"What?" Jareth asked, a look of utter shock written across his features. How could she do this to him? What would ever possess her to toy with him like this?

"You heard me," she replied, not moving an inch.

"You can't do this to me!" he shouted, outraged by her actions. "How dare you tease me and lead me to believe that we would have sex only to take off before we even start?!"

Sarah raised a brow and smirked. "This was my prize, remember? I can do whatever I please!" she shouted back, crossing her arms across her near naked breasts. "You're going to tell me that if you won, you wouldn't have done something vile enough to make me hate you? Pleasure isn't everything, Jareth. There has to be more!"

"More? What the bloody hell more could you want?" he asked, stretching his arms out in front of him. "You could have the whole of the Labyrinth at your beck and call. You could have your dreams. You could have anything you want."

"There is only one thing I want, Jareth." Turning her back to him, she smiled. All she wanted was sitting behind her, but she couldn't just give in. He had to work for her affection.

"Well, what is it?" he asked, getting to his feet. A slight breeze blew in through the window, chilling him slightly. "Sarah, you will be the death of me," he muttered, shaking his head.

"You don't want me here, Jareth. Send me back and make us both happy," she replied softly, not wanting to go. Now it was up to him.

Jareth took the few steps it took to reach her. Laying his hands gently on her shoulders, he felt her tremble beneath his touch. Running his fingers along the strap of her bra, he knew what she wanted to hear, and yet he was not so eager to announce it. Yes, he loved her. He couldn't imagine existence without her, but could he admit such a weakness? Bending his head, he lightly pressed a kiss to her shoulder, moving the strap out of his way and inching it down her arm. Grasping her hair with his other hand, he swept it away from her neck, kissing the delicate skin he exposed.

"I don't want you to go," he breathed softly, his lips grazing the skin of her back gently. "You are right where you belong," he added, his hands trailing down her sides softly.

"You're only saying that so that I'll sleep with you," she murmured, her body tingling from his touch. Every second that passed seemed to break down her resolve leaving nothing but her soul. But that wasn'tugh.ugh. For her soul, she needed love.

"No," he stated softly, tracing the curvature of her back. Such perfection he'd never thought he'd ever see. Sighing to himself, he couldn't just let her walk away from him. Her rightful place was here, now, and with him always.

Sarah turned slightly to glance over her shoulder, her green eyes giving off such intensity that it couldn't be measured. "Why?" she asked, looking straight at him and waiting for the answer she longed to hear.

Jareth stared defenseless at the siren that stood before him. His body ached for her, and his heart yearned. "In all my years, never have I met anyone like you," he stated, never once letting his gaze falter.

"So?" she spoke, not daring to move an inch.

"So that makes you special," he replied, finding a common ground to continue on. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her against his chest, his manhood rubbing against her in it's enlarged state. "I can't let you leave."

"Why?" she asked softly.

"I know no other way of life, this much you know. Just know this, if you leave, you shall take my heart with you," he declared, nestling her hair. "I do love you," he whispered softly, for only her to hear.

Sarah turned around within his grasp and wrapped her arms around him, laying her head gently on his chest. "That's what I have been waiting for," she revealed, feeling his hands idly running up and down her back. Trailing a hand down his chest, Sarah grasped his member as she captured his lips with hers in a fit of passion.

Jareth groaned as she silently stroked him, barely able to contain his excitement. Unfastening her bra, he pulled if from her easily, pausing her stroke momentarily to slip it over her hand. When her hand found its place once again, Jareth grunted and lowered his mouth to her breast. Such succulent works of art, and all his for the taking. Enveloping the sweet mass in his mouth, Jareth kneaded the other expertly, bringing a pure moan to fall from her lips. Twirling his tongue with precision, he flicked her nipple causing her to arch into him. Moving his mouth to the other breast, he duplicated his movements, adding to her pleasure while his hands slid down her body to rest on her hips.

Capturing her lips once again, Jareth pulled her gently with him as he inched his way to the bed. Smoothly sitting down amongst the soft covers, he pulled Sarah down with him to straddle his hips. Running his hands up and down her body, he couldn't wait to have all of her as his hands rested lightly on her hips once again, his fingers gently tracing the elastic of her panties.

Sarah smiled against his lips, her hands sliding down his body to rest on his hands. "Not yet, Jareth," she whispered, sliding elegantly from his lap to land on her knees. Jareth's hands cupped her face as she looked up at him. Kng hng his fingertips lightly, Sarah boosted herself up, propping her elbows across his knees. Letting her fingers trail lightly across the sensitive skin of his thighs, she could see the hunger growing in his eyes. With a smile, she watched his eyes as her hand gently wrapped around his length.

Jareth's eyes slid closed as she stroked him, moving her hand up and down the length of his shaft. Losing all control as a sudden wetness took control of his member, Jareth's head fell back, his body giving into the heat of desire that consumed him instantly. He was in absolute bliss as she worked her magic on him, the roughness of her tongue against his tender flesh adding to his pleasure. An overwhelming feeling of passion took over him, feeling as though his body was going to explode. Her hot mouth brought him to the edge of torture, pulling a final explosion from the depths of his soul as he climaxed.

Sarah got to her feet, looking down at him lying back on the bed and breathing hard. She smiled at having the ability to make him breathless with a mere touch. Lying down on her side beside him, Sarah ran her fingertips across his chest, bending her neck to gently press her lips against his smooth skin. Laying her head down on his chest, she felt his arm snake around her, running up the length of her back slowly.

Jareth rolled over on his side, propping himself up on an elbow. His other hand slowly trailed over her skin, leaving a path of fire in its wake. Leaning in, he pressed his lips to hers wanting to ignite the same fire that she had just shown him existed. Rolling her onto her back, Jareth moved to cover her, his lips touching every inch of skin they could as he moved his way down her torso. His fingers gently gliding across the band of her panties, Jareth slowly moved them from their position and down her legs to finally remove the last stitch of clothing between them.

Saruiveuivered beneath his touch, the anticipation of what was to come almost more than she could bear. His hands rubbed the inside of her thighs lightly, before gently parting her legs and running a finger along her opening. Sarah flinched, a feeling of shock and wonder overtaking her just before Jareth dropped his head. Crying out in rapture as his tongue moved slowly along her folds, Sarah gasped as his hand grasped her hips, pulling her closer.

Nipping at her nether lips, Jareth pulled her closer, intent on building a fire to consume her. Spearing her with his tongue, her sweet cries of bliss falling on his ears, Jareth continued his torment. As she arched into him, Jareth could tell she was close to her release, but that only made him work harder to bring her to ecstasy. His body filled with excitement with each passing moment as her body reacted to his concentrated attention.

Sarah's breath came in gasps, her whole body on fire. The pulse of desire running through her veins, raising the stakes as she neared climax. Moaning, her hips thrust with each movement of his tongue, the throbbing between her legs intensifying with each second until suddenly, her body exploded, heat rushing through her as she came.

Jareth slid up her body as she lay there recovering from the pleasure he had just given her. He held his face before her, smirking mischievously as he stared into her beautiful green eyes. Never had he just looked at her in sheer awe of what she meant to him. She had become his life's anchor, and he wasn't about to let go of it ever again, lest he sail the seas of uncertainty alone.

"Jareth…" Sarah sighed his name as she shifted restlessly beneath him.

"Sarah?" he replied, enjoying the obvious power he had over her at that moment. He wanted to show her all the passion he could, keep her close and love her forever.

"Please," she whispered softly before growling in frustration and reaching up to capture his mouth in a demanding kiss.

"My, you're impatient," Jareth taunted, wanting to draw out this sweet torture as long as possible.

"It's never been one of my virtues," she remarked as she reached down to take hold of his member. Grinning at his sharp intake of breath, she began gently stroking him, hoping to entice him to continue his ministrations.

Jareth let out a hiss of pleasure before grabbing both her hands and pinning them above her head. Her triumphant smile at knowing she had pushed him past his limits, consumed him with its brilliance. He admired her silently for a moment then bent down and whispered in her ear. "You win," he said, lifting himself away so that he could hold her gaze.

Sarah grinned softly, knowing that the statement went beyond the context of their current situation. Somewhere deep down, she knew she held his heart within her grasp. A contented sigh escaped her lips as she looked back to the man she truly loved. She would never have thought they would end up here, like this. Now, she waited in anticipation for the moment they would unite to become one.

Jareth shifted, positioning himself at her entrance and slowly began to enter, inflaming her passions and fusing their souls. Pausing slightly once he was fully sheathed inside her, he savored the exquisite feeling of joining with one he actually cared for. It was a very new and wonderful experience, although he would never admit to it. Sarah writhed restlessly beneath him, Jareth took that as a hint to resume their endeavor. Pulling out and quickly, he pushed himself back in deep, eliciting a gasp from Sarah as her hips rose to meet his.

Sarah wrapped her legs around his waist, wanting desperately to touch him, but her hands were still held firmly above her head. Attempting to twist her wrists out of his grasp, she failed miserably as Jareth bestowed another sharp thrust, only adding to the torturous delight. He looked into her eyes, smirking wickedly, knowing exactly what she wanted..

"Please…." she gasped. His thrusts were mounting, ravaging her body without being able to touch him, pleasure him, love him the way she wanted.

"Please what, Sarah?" he whispered in a raspy voice, concentrating on driving her mad with desire.

"I need to touch you," she replied softly, once again straining to free her hands with urgency, while her eyes pleaded with him. .

Jareth smiled, loosening his grip to slide his hands down her arms coming to rest on her breasts. Kneading them expertly, he captured her lips with his, intent on making her breathless. Roughly teasing her nipples, he smiled against her as she moaned and writhed beneath him; the world on a platter.

Sarah buried her fingers in his silvery blonde hair, her mind screaming ‘oh god!' while her body was racked with passion, being thrashed to the breaking point by Jareth's vigorous thrusts. Sarah's breath came in rasps, running her hands over the smooth skin of his back, arching in to him, pulling him deeper. Sarah had never experienced such exquisite torture until now, the connection between them overwhelming, the spiritual mergence consummating their perfect union.

The tension building deep within her depths devoured her senses, such excruciating torture. ‘So close, so close!' her body screamed, as he picked up speed. Rocking her hips with his, she needed more of him and brought her hands to his buttocks, attempting to coerce him deeper. Crying out in bliss, Sarah climaxed, spiraling into a world of colorful lights.

Trembling, her muscles contracting around him, Jareth wanted to give her every last ounce of pleasure he could manage, thrusting himself deep one last time before spilling his essence deep within her.

Rolling onto his side, Jareth lay there catching his breath as he watched Sarah do the same. She was so beautiful lying there with her eyes closed, hair disheveled, and her chest heaving. She shifted so that she was lying face down on his chest, one arm draped across him.

"I love you," she murmured, sighing contentedly as she drifted off to sleep.

Jareth smiled. ‘She loved him,' he thought, running his fingertips lightly up and down her bare back. Glancing around at the things he had, nothing seemed as precious as this moment, her in his arms, loving him so unconditionally. Kissing the top of her head, he knew his life had led up until this one moment when he had to choose; love or the game?

Flattening his palm against her back, he could still feel the warmth of her, the love of her, consuming him far more than he would have conceived. Once the notion of revenge, it had all become clear now, the anger and hatred for her vanishing and leaving love in its stead. Her heartbeat pounded against his chest, giving him the sense of freedom that he'd never experienced before.

Sighing in soft reserve, Jareth closed his eyes. His ears listening to the sounds her body made; her soft breathing, her heart beating only for him, the sound of her skin on his as she shifted gently within his embrace. Jareth was in heaven at that moment, truly believing that there was no place he'd rather be.

"I love you," he whispered softly, wrapping his arms around her and never wanting to let her go. "Marry me. . ." he added, before drifting off to sleep.

Sarah's eyes opened slowly, a soft smile on her lips. "Yes," she whispered back simply. Closing her eyes again, she snuggled against his warm body, ready to face what lie ahead knowing that she finally found where she belonged; with Jareth in the castle beyond the Goblin City for all eternity.