Title: Dream to Reality

Fandom: labyrinth

parts: one

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: henson owns jareth, I own no part of labyrinth

Summary: plotless smut abh style

It doesn't matter how you got here, whether it was the

wish you've kept in your heart so long, or if it's a

dream made reality. You're here. With him. Finally. He

looks just like you've dreamed, not in ballroom garb,

he doesn't have to wear that to steal your breath

away. No, he's dressed in the white blouse that covers

his chest, making you lick your lips as you wonder

what the soft material hides, whether his skin is just

as soft as the shirt. The vest covers the shirt,

accenting his lean form, making you whimper at his

form. The tights that cling at every part of his legs

among other parts, that draw your eyes even though

you've sworn you wouldn't look away from his eyes.

            His eyes. Those orbs that catch an entrap you. You

could look at them forever without determining exactly

what shade of blue or what degree of brown they are.

His eyes lead you to the rest of his face. Those

sculpted cheekbones, that straight nose that leads

your eyes down to his lips, those thin lines that

you've dreamed of kissing, of exploring what lies

beyond them. Dreamt of them exploring all of you

fully, of whispering in your ear in the middle of the

night...Shaken, you focus your gaze on the mane of his

hair, the spiky blond tendrils that lay teasingly over

his shoulders, drawing your gaze back down...

            "You've come to me, finally..." he sighs as he takes

the remaining steps towards you and you close your

eyes if only to fully listen to that voice. That voice

that slides through the air like silk and velvet all

at once. Your eyes fly open as you feel the touch of

his hand on your face, the touch you've longed for,

dreamt of for so long...and you blink in surprise as

you realize he's not wearing his gloves. You remember

some tales of how magical his touch is and you nearly

draw away with newfound fear.

            "Shhh...Love, I may be Goblin King, but I'm also a

man...and I need you," he whispers before leaning in

and just brushing your lips with his. You tremble at

the petal softness of his mouth, of the heat from his

skin. Whimpering, you press harder and he responds

immediately, claiming your mouth with his, tracing

your lips with his tongue, demanding entrance that you

freely grant him. You sigh as his tongue enters your

mouth, running along your teeth, along the roof of

your mouth, claiming all of you as his, and you are.

His hands have slipped to your back and work

themselves to your waist, then lower. You moan and

press against him and his hardness pulsing against you

from within his tights increases your desire even

more. Gently he pulls away and taking your hands,

urges you towards the bed, shaking his head in

admiration as he sits you down. You gaze up at him and

let your gaze freely travel over his entire body this

time.

            Almost instinctively, you kneel on the bed and slowly

begin to unbutton his vest before sliding it off his

shoulders with gentle touches that are barely there.

He sighs and his eyes flicker closed.

            "I've thought of this for so long..." he murmurs as

your hands unbutton his shirt, exposing creamy white

flesh bit by bit. On an impulse you lean in and run

your tongue down the exposed skin once the shirt is

undone and he trembles underneath your mouth.

Grinning, you push the shirt off and suck at his neck,

marvelling at the taste of his skin. It is

almost...magical in taste as it is in touch. Slowly

you work your way to his nipples, pausing to take each

one in your mouth to tease it until he groans. You

then turn to his tights and gathering your courage,

place your hands at his waist and ease them down,

inhaling sharply as his erection springs free. How

you're supposed to fit that inside you you have no

idea, but you do know that you have to touch it, have

to taste it.

            And so you do. Lightly at first, stroking with almost

timid fingertips until your courage returns, then you

begin to run your tongue along his length. Jareth

cries out at this and throws his head back when you

suddenly take him in your mouth, sucking lightly then

harder as you find a rhythm that pleases him. He lets

out a whining protest as you release him to lick up

the crease in each thigh...then suddenly you are on

your back.

            "If I recall you have your own dreams which have to

come true..." he purrs in your ear before licking it

and sucking the earlobe it into his mouth. You whimper

at the contact and in response he lowers his head to

your neck, nibbling and sucking at sensitive skin as

his hands ease the fabric of your dress off your

shoulders and lets it drop to the floor. He moans at

the sight of your exposed form before grabbing your

wrists and placing them above your head. With a

gesture, a whim, they stay there. Those eyes, darkened

now with passion, claim yours again as he slowly

lowers his head down to your neck, sucking at the vein

before nibbling along your collarbone. Slowly, he

extends his tongue as his face lowers, and he lightly

traces the shape of each of your breasts, then blows

on the moistened skin, and you feel warmth shoot

through you. Jareth chuckles at your reaction, a sound

you could listen to forever. It isn't the malevolent

king laugh, but his true voice, that shows how he

really feels. Before you can say anything he has

sucked a nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his

tongue until it reaches hardness. Using his tongue to

draw a line to your other breast, he gives it the

same treatment as his hands skim over your stomach,

finding all those sensitive places before diving

between your legs.

            You moan loudly as his fingertips just barely enter

your opening, then move to circle your clit, turning

the core of warmth in you into a pulsing fire. You

widen your legs underneath him and raise your hips

into his hand as he purrs against your skin as his

suction increases. At the same time he slips one, then

two fingers inside your burning core and slides them

in and out, causing you to writhe against the bed.

            Slowly, his mouth leaves your breasts and begins to

travel south, against the skin of your stomach, down

the crease in one thigh. He nips at the inside of your

thigh before licking up the other and moving his face

to consider your mound. In a heartbeat he has his face

pressed up in you in a heated kiss that you can't help

screaming at. He chuckles into you and your shrieks

increase in volume. *Those goblins probably think he's

killing someone in here!* you think to yourself. Then

all rational thought leaves as he spears you with his

tongue, twirling it in you so that it hits all the

places you never knew you were sensitive at. He then

moves to curl his tongue around your clit, then sucks

it into his mouth as he slides his fingers back into

you. You are screaming constantly as he mimicks what's

to come, lavishing your clit with his tongue and lips.

            Suddenly, you look up and into eyes made of magic. "I

can't believe this is happening..." he whispers before

gently kissing your lips, allowing you to taste

yourself on him. You moan as he teases you with his

hardness and suddenly you can't wait anymore.

            "We've both waited too long...now, Jareth...Now!" He

nods his agreement before sliding into you. You moan

at the feel of him...he fills you and makes you feel

complete...He can't keep still any longer and pulls

almost completely out of you before thrusting back in,

his hand diving between you to flick your clit.

Between his mouth ravishing yours and his hands

ravishing your body you can't hold back much

longer....

            You scream as he grates against that spot inside you,

triggering your release. You are sobbing with

pleasure as you hold him, your body racking with the

bliss of the moment. He joins you after a moment,

shooting his warm fire into you as his tongue twirls

with yours. Soon, you are both in blissful oblivion.

            Later, you are curled up against your king,

underneath the covers where you both belong. You

absently run your hand though his soft tresses and in

reply he runs a hand lovingly over your back. It's

hard to believe, but being with him was even better

than you had dreamed.

            The End