Title: Hands

Fandom: labyrinth

parts: one

Rating: Oh, let's say a good NC-17

Disclaimer: I don't own Labyrinth, Jareth, Sarah, or any of them... I just

like to twist their lives around and have my fun!

Summary: yeah, right, you expect this to have a PLOT!? <looks sideways to

 Jareth smacking his riding crop against his palm> All right, all right,

plot... um... Sarah ends up in quite a DIFFERENT oubliette, thanks to

Jareth's delaying techniques you DON'T see in the movie

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She was alone now. At least that she could be quite sure of. A frown formed on her full lips as she turned in a circle, assessing the situation, the wind snagging her long brown hair, almost as if trying to

tug her away from what lie ahead.

And she was left alone to face it, because in the end, that's how it's done.

There was no one with her now, no one to hold her hand, to tell her it was okay, to make the decision for her. No Hoggle, no Ludo, no Didymus, no Toby, no Karen, no father, no mother, no goblins, no fireys, not even Jareth. It was her decision to make and hers alone... something that didn't happen very often, if it had ever happened before.

It looked simple enough, just like all of the other obstacles. Only one door this time, one door in the stone wall straight ahead of her. Ornately carved wood was all that separated her from the rest of the maze that she still had to face before thirteen o'clock. Oh, she had hours ahead of her, yet, but she knew that this simple barrier was nothing like it seemed. Nothing was ever what it seemed in this place. Biting her lip, she took a step closer, her eyes narrowing warily, searching the inscription above the door for hidden meaning.

Behind this door lies your future.

Behind this door lies your life.

Go forward in space, or

go forward in yourself,

the choice is yours.

But you must live with what comes next.

Cold, Sarah felt cold all of a sudden... it was too eerie, too real, too something... This would be the time where she would fall onto her bed and bury her head in the covers and pillows that smelled faintly of her skin, if she had the choice.

"But I can't go back now... " she muttered resolutely to herself. She had to go on for Toby... but more than that she had to go on for herself. There was something she had to find to make herself complete, what, she did not know. But in the back of her mind she knew something had to happen... and even if her mind did not know, her body knew with every fiber of it's being. It was ready, had been ready, would not leave without what it needed. As if sensing her flesh's impatience, Sarah reached out a hand and placed it gently on the doorknob and frowned when the metal seemed warm to the touch. Not in a bad way, but in a welcoming sense, a sense that drew her mind with her body, that made her want to see what was

behind that door.

So she opened it.

A path, trees, same old same old. Her shoulders slumped in slight disappointment as she released the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Shaking her head as she peered down the forest trail she

muttered, "Jareth, for heaven's sakes, you're king of the goblins, can't you give your labyrinth a little /variety/? Something besides stones and trees?"

From inside his castle, thin lips smiled as mismatched eyes peered into a filmy sphere. Jareth's lips curled back in amusement, showing his tapered teeth. "Oh, there is variety, my dear... there is indeed... that and so much more... " he chuckled before turning his attention to the cooing Toby. "Take the babe to my chambers for now... and the rest of you, leave me," he instructed the goblins milling about in the throne room, handing over the child before throwing a leg over the arm of his throne. "He's not old enough to see such things, and the rest of you wouldn't appreciate them," Jareth added wistfully to himself, his own mind and flesh anticipating what was yet to happen. She was good, very very good,

better than any other opponent he had ever had. But she would not get past the next test... and really, she wasn't meant to. This was a test just for her... for discovery. She had long neglected those aspects of herself which one shouldn't be afraid to learn about. It wasn't even the fact that she was inexperienced that bothered him, but the fact that she was totally unwilling to accept such things as a part of herself, as something that she needed. And that was going to change. And if it kept her away from the castle for a while, so much the better. Carefully raising the crystal and placing it in midair, Jareth let it go and laid back, his eyes never leaving the suspended sphere and the images it was displaying. Soon, the show would begin.

Shaking her head in frustration, Sarah set out at the usual pace, grumbling to herself all the while. Of course, she only made it three steps before she fell into the waiting oubliette.

"JARETH!!!!!!!!" she shrieked in outrage, her arms flailing to cling to the rotting branch that might be nearby, anything. She shrieked again in surprise as what her hand clasped clasped back.

Of course. It /had/ to be more hands! A gasp tore from her when her fall was jerkily stopped by the appendages catching her body and clothes. She wouldn't be surprised if she was back in the first oubliette! It really /wasn't/ fair sometimes...

... but that's the way it was.

Before she was even fully caught she was trying to figure out if she should ask to go up or down. A million different possibilities rushed through her mind, but none of them could even match the reality.

"Up, I want to go up!" she breathed, her face reaching up to the fading sunlight of above. Her eyes widened as a meshed lid slid magically over the oubliette, preventing her escape.

"No," whispered a voice in the semi-darkness, and she was silenced by the surprise of its answer and the tone of its voice. Smooth, like satin, almost like Jareth's, but not quite as deep.

"That's not how this oubliette works, pretty one," breathed another voice fondly and Sarah gasped as she took in her new surroundings. She was being held only a few feet off the ground, but there was no tunnel, no door, no boards, no nothing that could lead away from the pit. Her cell was a mix of light and shadow, soft light and gentle darkness, nothing to be afraid of. The walls were like carved marble, in fact her surroundings were the first thing of stereotypical beauty she had seen so far. It then occurred to her to look at the hands that were holding her captive. They weren't the blue gnarled claws of earlier. These hands were smooth as silk, sculpted almost in their beauty, and each set was a different iridescent color of the rainbow. Also, they weren't determined to squeeze the life out of her limbs, but held her gently, almost too gently. Her surroundings striking her speechless, Sarah frowned as she tried to orient

herself.

"I don't understand!" she complained after a few moments and as if trying to comfort her, a gentle hand patted her knee.

"You want to grow up yet you haven't allowed yourself some of the wonderful things that that can mean, lovely one... " another husky voice explained, the hands nearest her rushing to form a face to match the

voice. Like the hands, the faces weren't weird or strange, but elegant and enticing.

"Everything you go through here is about you, whether you admit it or not... and this is a lesson you must learn... " another voice added, another face coming into view for as long as the sentence lasted.

"It was your own unconscious that led you here," yet another deep voice whispered into her ear and her eyes widened. It was at that point that she began to realize that all of the faces and the voices were definitely of the male variety. She was about to retort that she knew her unconscious quite well and it most certainly would NOT lead her HERE, thank you very much, when her breath stalled in her throat. Looking down, her eyes widened as the hand at her knee began to circle it with his fingertips ever-so-softly, somehow touching spots in the joint that she had not known were quite so sensitive.

"Such a fire in you... why not put it to other uses, hmmm?" a voice teased her as a shimmering blue hand skimmed across her lips with his warm thumb before gently tracing the lines of her face.

"What... what are you DOING?!" she screeched, pulling her mind out of the haze it had started to sink into, struggling against her bonds. The hands on her limbs tightened to a steely grip, but managed to not hurt her at the same time.

"Aren't you curious, young one? Don't you want to know how different you can feel? How good we can make you feel?" a voice whispered smoothly and Sarah stopped her frantic struggles as a hand began to gently stroke her back, to soothe her. Two light, sparkling green hands began to knead her shoulders and she resisted the temptation to purr softly in delight.

"So tense... however did you get this way?" a warm voice by her ear asked her and she rolled her eyes.

"Well I haven't exactly been lying around doing nothing for the past seven hours!" She blinked as she remembered her goal. "Toby! I have to get to-" A violet finger pressing against her lips silenced her.

"Shhhh... don't worry about that now... that will take care of itself...you have something else to attend to now, though... " it told her and her breathing became slightly labored as the massage turned to soft stroking on her neck, as two hands began to circle their thumbs against her open palms, as fingers gently ran up and down her arms, igniting something that she had never felt in her life. She had had crushes, of course, and what she felt for Jareth she was not sure of, but this... this was lust, and she wasn't certain if she liked it or not.

"Oh, we think we can help you to like it... " a deep voice chuckled warmly as hands began to stroke over her clothed legs and a wickedly dexterous pair slipped underneath her billowy blouse. Sarah's eyes widened as they began to explore and upon noticing her reaction a host of hands pushed her gently onto others that were laid out as sort of a seat for her as they began to set to work.

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Jareth bit his lip, his breath catching in his throat as he watched the scene unfold in the crystal. This is what he had been waiting for, what he had wanted to see... Glancing around, he checked to make sure he was alone before he let one of his own hands stray down between his legs, pausing to wait as the hands progressed with Sarah. He wasn't sure what he felt about her yet... but there was no reason why he shouldn't pass up this window of opportunity.

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Her eyes wide, she slowly watched as a pair of golden hands began unbuttoning the blouse, starting at the collar. One button, two, three, four... until it was hanging open, revealing the front of her bra. Three

pairs of hands immediately pulled it from her body, palms and fingers running over the smooth skin of her stomach and chest as another pair behind her slowly released the clasp. She inhaled sharply as the cool air of the cavern hit her breasts, and moaned as the hands on her stomach slowly began to wander upwards.

"Here, let us warm you, then... " a voice purred and Sarah moaned as teasing fingers teased the curve of each breast before cupping them and kneading them skillfully. She arched her back, wanting more, only more. An affectionate hand brushed his palm against her cheek before running down her front to slowly circle a nipple, another hand on her other side following it's mate's actions on her other rosy peak.

"Yessss, that's it, just relax and enjoy... " a chorus of lusty whispers echoed through the chamber as the hands at her legs moved to the clasp of her jeans, opening it swiftly and pulling them off her body, her shoes and socks disappearing in quick movement, as well. Sarah's eyes, brown turned to black desire, looked down in disbelief at the pair of red hands that were finger-walking up her legs, their destination quite clear. Moaning, she laid her head back on waiting palms and raised her hips eagerly, smiling slightly to herself as her panties were quickly ripped off of her. Her legs were parted slowly, and two large hands cupped her behind, kneading the flesh of her cheeks contentedly.

Sarah watched with a combination of passion and curiosity as a hand slowly tickled over her inner thighs, then brushed as single finger over her folds, making her helpless in holding back her groan. Heat began to swell through her veins and she wondered why she had been afraid of such things in the first place. Whimpering, she allowed the skillful finger to gently trace her opening over and over before slowly sliding within her. With that, her eyes shut and her head went limp as it slowly began to move in and out of her, another long digit soon adding to the first. "Yessss... pleasssse, moooore... " she found herself begging, and more she got as a silver hand moved down and began to circle around her clit, her jewel,

causing the fire to turn to an inferno. She had to hold it in, didn't she? Her mind whirled as she realized that she had no idea what to do...

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"Just give into it, Sarah, just this once... " Jareth murmured, his hooded eyes intent on the crystal now as his gloved hand stroked himself through his tights. "Please, do us both a favor and give in!" he growled, and as if she could hear him, she rewarded his pleas, for in the next instant her back arched and she screamed, giving herself fully over to the ministrations of the phantom hands until she was gushing her juices over them, making them shimmer even more in the dim light. His breaths ragged, the goblin king knew he couldn't wait, he couldn't hold back. He could take care of himself, of course, but what fun was that? Urgently, before he could think about his actions, he morphed into an owl and set off to the oubliette at breakneck speed.

Sarah breathed deeply of the air in the cavern, a warm feeling of satisfaction enveloping all of her. The back of her mind knew it was such a ploy to stall her, but the rest of her didn't care. Too soon she would

have to untangle herself from those wonderful hands, too soon she would have to get back to her goal. What surprised her as even though she knew it was her duty, she did not feel compelled to move in the slightest. And she doubted the hands would let her, anyway. Which brought about the age old question, 'What happens now?'

Before she could ask, before her voice could even work its way over her lips, she found out as a shimmering crystal bounced its way down the cavern's walls and rolled into a dark corner. Jareth. Of course. He had come to gloat, to harass her, to do who knew what in her current state...Part of her was terrified as he slowly strode out of the shadows. But the rest of her soul froze in her body as she saw him. Dressed only in grey leggings, an owl feather cloak that embodied everything that softness meant, and a gaze which she had never seen directed at her before. Not superiority, not haughtiness or evil, this was something else... he was something else.

She shivered as his eyes lowered and raised over her, their inner fire smoldering as his tongue flicked out just barely to wet his lips. As if to tease him further a pink hand began circling her nipple with its

fingertips, and other hands began lightly petting her thighs.

"A gift for you, Your Majesty," the soft male voices whispered, but Jareth showed no reaction, merely stood there, taking the sight in, as if he had all the time in the world. And given her current position, he did. Then slowly he took a step forward, bringing himself almost nose to nose with her in the small confines of the cave. She gasped softly as his breath hit her cheek, as his eyes found hers and refused to let go. Slowly, ever so slowly he raised his own hands, dark in the black leather gloves he wore, and slowly began to peel them off, revealing white silky skin, unblemished, perfect. The gloves hit the cavern floor with a distant slap and she tensed as he gently ran a finger underneath her chin.

He frowned at her reaction, inwardly sighing. "Sarah... " he whispered, and she was amazed to hear his voice in a tone of total need. He wanted her. Him. The Goblin King, as close a thing to Almighty as she had ever seen. And he wanted her. She, who couldn't even get a date to a high school dance, she, who spent every Saturday alone in the park, she who was beginning to wonder if she was made female so that the world could laugh at her ineptness. His lips gently ghosted over hers in her first kiss, the vaguest feel of satiny lips on hers before they brushed over her jaw and up to her ear. "I will not hurt you, Sarah... " he breathed, his hand stroking her cheek lightly. "But I cannot stop time for this... you have

to decided, you have to choose what you need to do for yourself," he whispered, and this time his voice was not detached from feeling like she had thought when she first met him. No, it was masking his hope, his kindness, his ability to care, just as his title and duty masked it. She knew she should ask to be freed, she should continue on her way, she should get Toby and leave. She knew that.

But knowing and doing are two different things.

"Jareth... " she breathed, trying to arch into him against her restraints, amazed at how throaty her own voice had become. He smiled slightly, amused at her statement of discovery, before his lips gently brushed against her cheek, over her nose, all along her face he nuzzled, the hands doing nothing but holding her for him, for she was his. And his hands, those soft, pinkish-white living sculptures cupped her cheeks as his lips met hers, drew hers apart as his tongue made love to hers. She moaned against him, sighed into his mouth as she experienced his velvety tongue exploring her mouth, wanting to know everything, absolutely everything that lay there, that it was capable of. Her mouth full of stubbornness, of fake voices when she acted, her mouth of hatefulness and tenderness, and he was exploring it first hand.

His lips began to nibble at her lower lip, then worked their way to showering kisses over her jaw. Her eyes flickered shut, she could barely look at him for fear he'd disappear in a puff of smoke. As if to reassure her of his realness, his tongue snaked out and began to circle directly underneath her ear, urging a needy groan from her lips. Chuckling against her throat, his mouth began to nibble the cord of her neck as those inhumanly soft hands slowly ran down to her breasts, stroking the white skin gently, massaging them until his fingertips could not resist the call of her pert nipples any longer. Slowly at first, he twirled them as his mouth pressed long, wet kisses down her chest, his eyes glancing up slowly to

burn into hers. He smiled against her as he saw her head tilted back, her breathing reduced to pants, and her eyes half-closed. He had had that effect on many before, but none that mattered so much as her. Without further delay he bent his head and began to brush her round breast with his lips. Her eyes shot open quickly, a strangled gasp breaking the silence as his wet tongue slowly slid over the curve of her bosom, his eyes always on her, watching her reactions carefully. Slowly, he traced their shape, his

golden hair tickling over her breasts and against her stomach as his face moved from one soft mound of flesh to the other, before his mouth finally and swiftly descended yet again, abruptly capturing a nipple within its smoldering depths.

"Jaaareth... " Sarah moaned, her chest arching forward from her need and the hands gently pushing her further into their king's grip. "Yeeesss... " she breathed as he suckled intently, his tongue pausing to flick the nipple teasingly from time to time before switching to the other rosy peak, repeating the treatment. As his mouth was working there, his hands began to slide south, gliding over her creamy thighs and burying

themselves in her curls until he worked up enough passion and nerve to slowly stroke her with one of his ungloved hands. Her eyes widened and she desperately leaned forward, craving more. He chuckled despite his desire as his mouth moved over her stomach, pausing to suck hard enough to leave a mark underneath one breast.

"I will show you things that my minions cannot... " he murmured, veering off to suckle at the inside of one of her thighs. Sensing what he wanted, the hands suddenly gripped along Sarah's thighs, bending them gently at the knee and pushing her legs up against her, parting them even more so he could stare directly into her essence as he knelt before her. He nodded once before licking his lips again, his mismatched eyes raising to look at Sarah who he knew now wanted him as much as he did her. Leaning

forward, his motions catlike, he gently nuzzled her mound with his cheek, hissing at the dampness that brushed against him, before he turned, and slowly, slowly began to lick from the bottom of her opening up to her folds and hidden jewel. She screeched in surprise and desire, her hips bucking wildly as he slowly did it again, and again, before becoming fascinated with her nether lips and deciding they needed nibbling.

"J-J... " she stuttered, unable now to even cry his name, her voice almost completely covered with lust, driving him absolutely mad. As soon as he heard her attempt to speak, he moved his mouth lower and impaled her with his tongue, his hands reaching around to grip her rear and drive her closer against him. She squealed and screamed as he thrust his tongue in and out of her, his lips hungrily mouthing her folds until he made his tongue withdraw and find her clit, his long fingers filling up her empty channel. Slowly his tongue circled her jewel, flicked it, licked it in time to the pumping of his fingers until his lips closed around it and he sucked forcefully, nearly pulling her out of the hands' grip. He couldn't stand it any longer, he had to have her, HAD to have her, and before he realized what was happening, they were both screaming, wild, animalistic cries as she came hard, wetting his hand and face with her honey as he madly struggled to lap up every drop.

Her breathing was hard, heavy, and her skin was hot. She just barely had the energy to open her eyes and gasped as she saw that she wasn't being held by the hands anymore, but had fallen directly on top of Jareth. Suddenly bashful, she tried to get away, wishing she could disappear as quickly as he could. His amused laughter didn't help, any.

"You have no reason to want to leave, Sarah... come, let us finish what we started," he panted, and her eyes widened as she saw the evidence of his arousal through his leggings. His gaze followed hers south on his body and with a crooked half-smile he raised his hand and beckoned her to where he lay reclined on the cavern floor. "This isn't ended yet... come and take what you want... " he growled deep in his throat, and without thinking, for what fun was standing there thinking, she crawled towards him, sunk her hands into the softness of his cloak, her cheek nuzzling against the china-white pale skin of his chest. Pushing back her fear, she slowly extended her tongue to flick at his nipple, and started as he moaned softly, reclining back further, pulling her down on him. Somehow she ended up straddling his middle, her mouth deeply involved with exploring each inch of his chest and stomach for itself. He was intoxicating... his scent that was spice and magic and male, his touch which was something beyond softness, his body which was beyond perfect. Yes, beyond perfect, she decided as she bit her lip and slowly slid his tights off of his legs. She looked up, suddenly unsure as she viewed the size of him, and found that he was looking at her with a mixture of lust and amusement.

/I'll show him... / was all she thought before daring to gently stroke his length with a hand. He groaned in surprise, his head tilting back against the marble floor, his hips raising up into her hand which cradled him , stroked him, instinctively finding what he liked. Her hands became bold er and fondled his testicles, while her mouth sucked at his thighs before slowly licking at his bobbing head.

"Sarah!" he shouted, his eyes widening in surprise as his hips bucked towards her. Smiling impishly to herself, she began to lick him experimentally in the same way her hands had touched him: so softly,

finding everything he liked. Soon he was pulsing in her mouth and his cream was running down her throat and chin. Never had she made anyone do such a thing, and it marveled her that she could make someone react to her like that. Looking up at Jareth, she wondered exactly what would happen

next... and she knew exactly what he had in mind as with a deep purr he raised up and pressed her back into the floor, crawling up over her body until his hot flesh and the feather cloak were all that she could feel. His mouth claimed hers in a firey embrace, and she winced as he entered her, but his hands

 diverted her attention until the pain melted into warmth and pleasure. Slowly those hands guided her legs around his waist, and with a wry smile and fire in his eyes he lowered his head to suckle at a breast as he slow ly began to thrust in and out, angling his hips every so often, searching, searching...

Sarah's eyes flew open as fire raced through her veins, and arched up into Jareth, her arms tightening around her back.

"So that's where it is... " he chuckled throatily before thrusting again, hitting the exact same spot again. And again. And again. Breath left her as she climaxed, as white heat coursed just underneath her skin. Her vision cleared, but she knew he had not had enough of it yet, and she was not ready to have him out of her. Growling into her neck, he picked her up and placed her against a bare section of the wall, his hips circling against hers in a most erotic dance.

"Yes, yes, Yes... " she breathed, their sweat-slicked skin sliding against each other, increasing the electricity between them. Murmuring something into her hair that she couldn't hear, he moved his mouth to hers suddenly, determined to suck the air from her lungs. Slowly, stealthily, one of his hands slid down between them and began to fondle her clit as he began to thrust harder, his member striking that firespot over and over...

He pulled away suddenly, pulling almost all the way out, the only contact was his fingertips slowly circling her jewel, until suddenly he thrust himself in, rubbing against every inch of her, causing both of them to scream as his hot seed pumped into her as she clutched him tightly.

When they could both breathe they lay on the floor of the oubliette looking at each other through drowsy eyes.

"What now?" Sarah finally asked tentatively.

"What now indeed... " Jareth murmured, wondering if this was such a good idea after all.

And they stared at each other, and stared.

"My time is up, isn't it?" she whispered.

"Yes, it is," Jareth replied in the same tone, glancing away, his face a mask. He didn't want her to go, but he didn't know how to proceed.

"Toby, he's... ?"

"A goblin. That cannot be undone, not even for you, dear heart," he sighed, conjuring a crystal out of habit and twirling around his fingers.

"Oh. I thought not," she murmured. "Do you have to send me back?" she asked and he shook his head.

"That's the last thing I want to do... but I honestly have no idea what to do now," he added. For whatever reasons, they had both been childish... Sarah wishing her brother away and Jareth trying to dominate her fully... now after this, it was like the light had suddenly been turned on, like that hard, complex math problem on the classroom board was suddenly a  piece of cake.

They had to live with what they had been, and figure out what the hell they were now.

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