Title:Love is Love

Fandom: Labyrinth

Parts: one

Rating: NC-17

Series/Universe: takes place after the events in Here We Go Again

Disclaimer: Henson owns all labyrinth characters and aspects, Jara, Flame,

and other original characters are my creations

Summary: A brief look into the romantic relationship of Jareth and Jara

right after their marriage

            Jareth smiled softly as he watched his bride from a window of the

castle...it had been one week since their wedding and everything was

bliss. Instead of opting for a honeymoon to a far-off land Jareth had

taken the liberty of taking his bride on a series of day trips to

various neighboring kingdoms...part of the idea was to relax and enjoy

each other while having the luxury of returning to the castle each

night, but he had to admit he loved showing her off to those that once

thought she wasn't worthy. Their opinions had changed somewhat over the

years, and the couple's union only pushed those changes along.

            The goblin king grinned as he watched Jara down in the courtyard

below...her friend Flame had come for a short visit and she always

enjoyed his company. Now she was discussing something with the

creature, but had shortly before been engaged with a playful game of

keep-away with his head. He smiled wistfully as he recalled their trip

to the land of the Fae...this time things had gone very, very

differently from her first visit. They had been greeted by an

elaborate ball attended by all kinds of elves, fairies, brownies, and

many more. For her part the woman had been gracious and kind,

complimenting the women on their gowns and dancing with the men. There

was still that core of strength, though...he knew she would never

settle for being a trophy and that was quite all right by him.

            Jareth's reverie was broken by the sound of footsteps coming towards

the bedroom. Glancing outside he realized the Firey had left and his

wife was returning. Turning towards the sound he greeted her with a

warm smile.

            "I trust the visit went well?"

            "Very...he's fine. I had to assure him that I wasn't being mistreated

and that I'm not going to turn into some boring matron overnight," she

chuckled, crossing over to the king. Without hesitation he pulled her

close and kissed her tenderly. "You have no idea how much I love you,"

he whispered once they parted.

            "So you're happy, then?" she asked, turning serious. Jareth frowned at

the cloud that had seemed to cover the spark in her eyes.

            "Now why would you ask a question like that?"

            She shrugged and he could tell it was hard for her to keep her eyes on

his. "I don't know...it's just that I'm so lucky to have you...you

could have had any Fae or human girl at all...I guess I just wonder why

you picked me...I'm not the best looking and I'm not the

smartest...some would prefer a wife that doesn't think at all...are you

sure you're happy with me?" Jareth gazed at his wife and tenderly ran a

finger over the soft brown locks that framed her face. He knew that

although she had much confidence in many things she had always been

slightly self-concious regarding her looks and femininity...something

that unfortunately had been a product of a slightly stormy adolescence.

But she didn't care about it for herself, now...now it was because she

cared so much about him. He loved her so much he wanted to give her an

answer right away...but words didn't seem quite right to describe his

deep affection for her. An idea sparked inside him and he had to fight

a wicked grin.

            Immediately he pulled her to him again and kissed her, gently pulling

her to the bed at the same time. Inwardly the king grinned at her

defeated sigh; she probably thought he was avoiding the issue. Quite

the contrary...he knew a definite way to get her attention...one that

was bound to make her listen, literally.

            He deepened the kiss, gently twirling his tongue round hers as he let

one hand drop low to lightly rub against her rear as he pressed her

body to his. She didn't fight at all as he laid her down and began to

divest her of the tunic and tights she was clothed in. The queen moved

her hands towards the buttons of his shirt, but he caught them in a

hand, holding her wrists firmly as he kissed at her neck. Glancing over

the bed, the king spied what he was looking for: a blue, silk

decorative blanket that was just the right size...he pointed a finger

at it and the cloth began to slowly twist on its own until it became a

suitable makeshift rope. Not giving Jara the time to realize what he

was doing, Jareth immediately seized it and bringing her wrists up over

her head, promptly tied her to the bedpost.

            Her eyes widened in shock as she began to comprehend her position.

"Jareth, what are you-mmph..." Her protests were cut off as he tenderly

pressed his lips to hers, gently running his fingertips down her

throat. He pulled back, but held her lower lip between his for a moment

before letting go completely.

            "Obviously if you question my love for you then I've been lacking in

my husbandly duties...this way I can show you just how much I

appreciate you..." he paused and lowered his gaze slightly, causing her

to blush. "All of you..." he added, tracing her cheek with a pale

finger. He had to fight for control...this was definitely the perfect

way to thank her for their encounter in the Escher room the night

before...The goblin king had been in the room many, many times and

never been affected, but that night his head had spun, his stomach had

churned, and his body had trembled...and it wasn't because of the

strange properties of the room. Jareth shivered at the memory before

standing only to shed his own clothing. He paused briefly before

returning to the bed, letting his wife and soulmate see exactly what

effect she had on him. Her gaze raised back up to his as he closed the

distance between them once more.

            "Now then...why do I love you?" he purred, leaning in until his lips

were just barely touching his wife's. "Your cleverness astounds

me...you never take a single thing for granted and think everything out

fully....although you still can be quite impulsive," he whispered

before running his tongue lightly against her lips and raising a finger

to trace her collar bone. "And your creativity...your imagination pales

even the loftiest mortal dreams." Jareth firmly pressed his mouth to

hers as he gently began to squeeze her breasts, causing her to respond

passionately to his kiss, or as passionately as she could manage.

Moving his lips to her neck, he spoke again, his breath tickling the

soft skin of her throat. "Also your kindness...you are so loving it's

enough to break one's heart...you're knowledgeable, yet still keep your

innocence." Slowly he ran the tip of his tongue over her throat, his

fingers lightly circling her nipples all the while. She shivered and he

smiled...he loved to see what reactions he could get from her. Glancing

up he made eye contact again, his gaze tender and loving.

            "I adore your strength...your sense of justice and need for the

truth..." He pressed his lips against a breast, letting his mouth do

the showing instead of the speaking. His long blond mane fell against

her skin in gentle waves, reassuring her somehow of his presence and

closeness. Upon hearing her contented moan he began to suck softly, his

tounge circling and flicking her nipple fiercely. He lowered his mouth

and slowly, delibrately ran his tongue in a line underneath both

breasts, causing his wife to instinctively shudder. Bringing his face

away from her body, Jareth smiled at her attempt to bring her breathing

back to its normal rhythm. "And your fire...your flare for the

dramatic...that which sparks you to constantly take me by surprise..."

Jareth caressed her hips lightly as he trapped her greenish-brown gaze

with his dual-colored one. Jara's eyes were soft and he could tell both

words and actions were having quite an impact...and he hadn't even

gotten to the good part yet. "And, yes, your beauty...you are so lovely

and completely adorable yet you don't even realize it..." Now that she

was slightly distracted, he lowered his hand from her hip and slipped

it between her legs.

            Her eyes widened slightly before flickering shut and she strained on

her bonds as a groan of pleasure escaped her lips. Jareth couldn't

fight his grin...he loved that. She was usually very composed, always

in control...it was quite fun to be able to make her break her

composure. He gently rubbed her clit, smiling at her reactions. "There

is no way I could ever love anyone besides you...your mind, your body,

your spirit...you are so incredible that I am amazed to have you as a

wife." Slowly he brought his other hand down and her legs opened wider

as he stroked her opening, driving her mad with a thick blanket of warm

pleasure. "I will never love another, I will never have another...if I

were to lose you the pain would surely kill me. Oh, my sweet, sweet

Jara...I can't tell you enough how much you mean to me." By now his

wife was gasping as he emphasized each word, each phrase with a

slightly different touch. His words were the only thing that cut

through the ecstacy but at the same time added to it, causing something

close to sensory and emotional overload.

            "Does this answer your question?" he asked, the corners of his mouth

tugging up in a tender smile, although underneath the surface boiled a

passion that had to be released, that couldn't wait much longer. She

managed to give a weak nod and reply in a voice that was almost all

breath.

            "Very well...thank you."

            "You know I would do anything for you...anything," Jareth replied,

moving his hands to her thighs. He knew it was horrible, but he

couldn't help himself. The king began to run his fingertips up and down

her inner thigh where her skin was incredibly sensitive, tickling her

in a way that was quite different from how he used to when she was a

child. Her breathing became ragged again, and she tried to move, to

escape his touch, but that was impossible. He had discovered this

little quirk on their wedding night and adored using it to deliver

sweet torment whenever he had the chance. It was one of those things

that walked the fine line between her wrath and desire and he wondered

which he would receive that night. Looking up confirmed his hopes; it

was definitely not wrath. She again tried to squirm away from his

reach, but he refused to relent.

            "Jareth...that's just cruel," she managed.

            "Ah, but my love, you know I have always been a bit cruel," he

whispered, pausing to run his tongue lightly up her thigh. She trembled

violently as he repeated the action; it had only been a week and

already he knew exactly which buttons to push. "But I can also be

generous, if you remember. And for you I'll always be very, very

generous," he whispered, the playfulness in his voice turning to

passion as he moved his mouth to the one place that was even more

sensitive than her thighs. She couldn't fight the cries at all as he

took her clit between his lips and began to suck. He swirled his tongue

over her femininity, licking at everything, gently nibbling her clit,

causing her to wonder if she could take much more. Jareth slowly raised

one hand to stroke her breasts and brought the other to her hip,

stroking lightly, fingers melting away any tension, any bad thoughts,

any doubts that would dare to cling to her. As his hands worked, he

lowered his tongue slightly and slowly traced the opening of her

vagina. Jara had to work hard to fight a shriek as the speed of the

gesture increased, suspending her in space...the only thing that kept

her afloat was her husband's presence and the knowledge that everything

he was doing was just for her. Abruptly he slid his tongue all the way

in and began to move it inside her, gently swirling and twisting as his

lips pressed lightly against her clit, kissing and massaging in a way

that could only be described as pure passion and love. Her fingers

strained to find something to hold onto, strained to break the ties

that kept her from reaching out to him, but the makeshift rope held

fast.

            Sensing it was time, Jareth raised up to kiss her again, carefully

pushing her legs further apart. He paused, relishing the sight of her.

He really was lucky...she was simply amazing. He reached up only to

give her arms a fleeting brush of his tongue before he returned his

attention to the woman underneath him. Her eyes drew him back down,

eyes that begged, but with dignity. Her breathing turned to an urgent

gasp as he gently rubbed her with his organ, never quite daring to

enter.

            "Jareth...please," she managed, her tone one of outright pleading. He

met her gaze and smiled down to her momentarily; never in either of

their wildest dreams would they have thought they would have come

together in this way. He shook his head upon remembering her first ball

again...he was right, she had found someone who could truly appreciate

her...and appreciate her he did and would continue to for eternity. All

Jara's begging, all her waiting was rewarded when he finally took hold

of her hips and thrusted himself into her. Immediately her lips seized

his and it took much willpower not to hurry. Slowly, as his hands

travelled along her, he began to pump, gaining momentum and triggering

the passion in them both. A cry of his own joined hers as he spilled

into her and husband and wife became a tangle of bodies as the epitome

of the moment grabbed them. 

            Later, after their love had left them both drained and exultant the

king laid peacefully with his queen in his arms. Jareth softly massaged

her freed wrists, tenderly kissing them before pressing her head to his

chest. Jara sighed with contentment from her sprawled position over the

goblin king as he lightly ran his hands over her back, the simple

gesture reassuring her that all he had said was the honest truth. She

raised her head slightly, resting her chin on his chest so she could

look her husband in the eyes.

            "I love you," was all she said; it was all she needed to say.

            "And I you," he replied, catching her lips lightly with his before

they both settled into a peaceful sleep.

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            You don't have to touch it to know love is everywhere that you go

            You don't have to touch it to feel love is every second we steal

            Love is love is nothing without you

            Love is love is everything you do

            Open up your eyes and you will see

            Love is love is everything to me

- "Love is Love" by George O'Dowd (Boy George)