The Goblin King's Daughter...
So, I've started writing yet another Labyrinth fanfic. In this one, the SarahxJareth dynamic is hostile in a sexy way. They ARE in love, but they've been separated for twelve years, and Jareth's last knowledge of what was going on in her life was that she was getting married. Needless to say they're rather argumentative, however, rather than it being angsty, their arguments usually wind up something like this...:
Sarah wasn't entirely certain when it happened. One moment, she hand Jareth had been arguing loudly, practically screaming at each other, their fury with each other a living thing. The next thing she knew, she was pressed against a tree, and lips were against hers, still furious, the kiss tasting of a pain that she recognized. They were still arguing, there was no point denying that. However, the passion of the words had given away to the passion of action, and she was fighting back just as fiercely as he fought her.
His hands bit into her sides, likely leaving bruises from the pressure. She dug her nails into his shoulders - having shoved them into the neck of his shirt - feeling the skin give under the pressure. He hissed in pain or pleasure, she wasn't sure which, before his hands slipped down, gripped her backside and lifted her off the ground. His body pressed her harder into the tree and she moaned.
Her hands moved to the front of his shirt and she gripped either side of his collar, jerking the shirt hard enough that she heard the fabric tear. Her eager fingers ran over his skin as his mouth found her ear and he was whispering violently into her ear, words she couldn't understand, but she heard the same needy quality in his voice that she felt in her own body. When he thrust against her, she arched into him, the pressure hitting her just right so that her body craved him. “Jareth,” she moaned, her head falling back, giving him access to her neck.
That's all for now...Hope everyone's looking forward to it XD
Sarah wasn't entirely certain when it happened. One moment, she hand Jareth had been arguing loudly, practically screaming at each other, their fury with each other a living thing. The next thing she knew, she was pressed against a tree, and lips were against hers, still furious, the kiss tasting of a pain that she recognized. They were still arguing, there was no point denying that. However, the passion of the words had given away to the passion of action, and she was fighting back just as fiercely as he fought her.
His hands bit into her sides, likely leaving bruises from the pressure. She dug her nails into his shoulders - having shoved them into the neck of his shirt - feeling the skin give under the pressure. He hissed in pain or pleasure, she wasn't sure which, before his hands slipped down, gripped her backside and lifted her off the ground. His body pressed her harder into the tree and she moaned.
Her hands moved to the front of his shirt and she gripped either side of his collar, jerking the shirt hard enough that she heard the fabric tear. Her eager fingers ran over his skin as his mouth found her ear and he was whispering violently into her ear, words she couldn't understand, but she heard the same needy quality in his voice that she felt in her own body. When he thrust against her, she arched into him, the pressure hitting her just right so that her body craved him. “Jareth,” she moaned, her head falling back, giving him access to her neck.
That's all for now...Hope everyone's looking forward to it XD