Once upon a cursed king

Chapter 12: Duvessa's Labyrinth

Sarah and Jareth walked back down a long path after just hitting a dead end, to say that the mood of the pair was dim, would be an understatement. An hour had passed way too quickly for their liking. The first half an hour had gone really well, they got through the gate easily enough and though the place was dark and smelled mouldy, they did their best to ignore it. It was during the second half hour that things had started to go sour, no matter how they tried they kept hitting dead end after dead end. There was a strange black fog that almost seemed to be following them.

"Oh, this is hopeless! We're never going to make it at this rate and she's going to kill me." Sarah sobbed sinking down onto the dirty ground not caring about the damp that she could feel seeping through her jeans.

"Come on now Sarah this isn't like you," Jareth said softly.

"How would you know? You don't even remember me." Sarah snapped abruptly.

"I remember enough of you to know that you don't give up, not without a fight," Jareth replied. Sarah looked up at him after hearing the slight hurt that echoed through his voice.

"Your right, I'm sorry Jareth. I don't know what's wrong with me, one moment I want to give up curl into a ball and cry and the next this feeling of rage takes over." Sarah sighed.

Jareth held his hand out to Sarah to help her up, which she took gratefully. As she stood she noticed the dark fog hanging above them.

"Wait a minute, what is that?" Sarah pointed to the fog, as Jareth turned to look at it, it began to move ever so slightly almost as if it was squirming under their scrutiny.

"Of course, now it all makes sense," Sarah exclaimed.

"You've lost me, care to explain love?" Jareth asked clearly annoyed at being left in the dark.

"We need some sort of surge of positive emotion, something really powerful," Sarah muttered to herself.

"Sarah, I have no idea what you're talking about. Will you please explain so that I may be of some assistance?" He said sarcastically.

"Oh sorry Jareth, I got a bit carried away. That thing up there feeds on positive emotion leaving its victim with only negative emotions like despair and anger. So if we were to create a surge of positive emotion, it would overwhelm it and basically make it explode. In theory, that is." Sarah explained.

"So why isn't it affecting me?" Jareth frowned.

"I think it may be because you're fae and too powerful for it, it seems to only be a small one." She guessed.

"The only problem is I can't think of how...

Sarah stopped abruptly as Jareth grabbed her waist and the back of her head and kissed her passionately. Her wide eyes closed as she sank into the kiss, Jareth upon feeling her relax slowly ran the tip of his tongue against her lips coaxing her to open her mouth. Sarah moaned softly at the feel of Jareth's tongue against hers, her hands tightened their grip on his hair as he pushed her against the wall. All the frustration he had been feeling about his lack of memories, all the unexplainable longing he had felt since Sarah had kissed him that first night, he took it all and poured it into the kiss.

Running out of breath they both pulled away reluctantly, staring at each other hungrily as they tried to catch their breath. Sarah was the first to notice that it now seemed slightly lighter in the sky.

"Well, that was one hell of a way to do it." Sarah laughed breathlessly.

Jareth feeling elated after their kiss, chuckled seductively as he grabbed her hand and placed a kiss on the back of it. His eyes both equally dilated with desire, Sarah felt like she could touch the lust that was pouring off the both of them.