Sweat soaked the delicate, silken bed linen, as Sarah thrashed around in her sleep.
Her adventure in the Labyrinth was long over, yet, every night, the hunger would overtake her. Pure lust, saturated with longing, urged her; accelerated her senses, her mind filled with visions of him.
She was with him once again, feeling no trace of fear, this time. She looked up, staring into his eyes, her whole world coming to a standstill. He slowly lifted his hand, caressing the side of her cheek gently. She blushes, and he takes her into his arms, never to let her go.
At least, that was how it was supposed to happen.
Sarah awoke, bitter and tired, feeling like she had not gone to bed in the first place. She placed Lancelot carefully on her nightstand, and moved over to the mirror. As Sarah stared longingly into its glassy depths, and thought she could make out his outline, flitting between the photographs of her mother, and the other such clutter that was strewn along the mirror's surface.
The feeling still consumed her; the unbearable pain of seperation drawing her to the window. As she let the cool, calming air of the night sky flow gently over her soft, tanned skin, Sarah finally spotted what she had been searching for.
The owl was perched on a tree, on the other side of the street from her window.
It was watching her, she was sure of it.
It was time.
Sarah dressed quickly, not wasting the time to apply her make-up. The only item she took with her, as she left her room, was a small, leather-bound book; laquered in red, with gold-leaf print.
The street was silent, and her rapid footsteps echoed across each side of the road. She knew exactly where she was heading; no-one would stop her now.
The feeling pushing her, encapsulating her every desire, and placing itself just out of her reach. She urged her legs on, willing them to move faster. The park came into view as she rounded the corner; it's majestic opulence an obvious meeting place for them.
He was near, she could feel him. Sarah would once again be able to gaze into those eyes, and lose herself for all eternity, in an aura of catharsis....
Sarah made it to the bridge, just as Jareth materialised; accompanied by his usual entourage of underlings. He dismissed them with a wave of a gloved hand, and turned his full attention to her.
'We meet again, Sarah Williams...'
Sarah smiled meekly, and said 'Why put that last line in the speech? "You Have No Power Over Me"... What a joke...'
Jareth moved closer, and, with a flick of his wrist, brought a floating, crystal sphere to Sarah's eye level.
'It's all here, Sarah... Your dreams, your needs... Why don't you take them? Reach out, and grasp them, while they are still there to grasp....'
She didn't even hesitate; snatching the crystal from the air, and holding it up slightly, to covet the wonders contained inside. Sarah was knocked off her feet, as the world span around her; time twisting, the fabric of reality mutating. In the blink of an eye, she was back in the castle.
Sarah smiled, and looked around for Jareth. She got up, and slowly dusted herself off. The room seemed to be empty; half-filled tankards still out at the tables, and in the corner stood a pile of old, rusted spears; the current issue to Goblin forces everywhere.
Puzzled, Sarah stepped over a discarded helmet, and mounted the stairs, searching for her unrequited love. She was so close; Sarah could feel his presence...
The feeling stirred inside her once more...