I don't own anything but the plot. Gosh, do I wish I did! TESJ, this is for you. Thanks for inspiring me to write this! It's been a while, but hopefully I'll be posting more often. That being said, I am now looking for a beta, so if you're interested, PM me!

Don't forget to R&R!

Pressing her fingers to her swollen lips, she smiled at the man currently feasting on her breasts as she ran her fingers through his blonde mane of hair. Her legs were wrapped loosely around his waist, her toes teasing the sensitive skin on his upper calf and lower thigh. He looked up at her, and she cupped his cheeks with her hands, bringing his lips to hers again for another passionately bruising kiss. His lips followed a trail from her lips to her neck to her collarbone, and this time, he surpassed her breasts in favor of her inner thighs. Her whole body blushed as she realized what he intended to do, but before she could protest, his hands had found her center and were already working to bring her over the edge.

"Please, stop teasing me!" She begged, propping herself up on her elbows to look at him. With his trademark smirk in place, he licked his lips lasciviously, but moved to do as she asked nonetheless.

When they came together, nothing could stop the moan that was torn from her lips, and she was pleased to note that he seemed breathless. When he kissed her, he seemed to want to swallow her pleasure directly from her lips, and she felt drunk on that sensation. Their impassioned moans filled the room and climbed in pitch as they climbed to their respective peaks, each urging the other on with nimble fingers or exploring lips. As they settled in for sleep, he nuzzled her neck and she curled into his side. Before long, the room was silent except for the peaceful sounds of their breathing.

The next morning, Sarah awoke to the smell of something cooking in her kitchen, which wouldn't have alarmed her, except for the fact that she lived alone. That, coupled with the fact that she had immediately reached for a partner in her bed upon waking made her leap from her bed, which is when she noticed her state of dishabille and, taking in the two dimples in her pillows, she sank into her desk chair slowly, struggling to remember how she had gotten to this point.

*flashback*

She stumbled through her darkened apartment, dropping her purse on the kitchen table, and toeing off her shoes as she barged through the living room into her bedroom. By the time she had reached the bed, her outfit had been strewn across the room randomly, one sock hanging on the corner of her mirror, her shirt haphazardly thrown across her computer monitor. Her pajamas were donned, and as gracefully as any exhausted college student and waitress, she laid down, staring at the ceiling above her.

"It's nights like these that I wish I had boyfriend!" She sighed, already resolving to take matters into her own hands. She closed her eyes, and before she knew it, she was asleep.

*end flashback*

"Damnit, Jareth, you manipulative bastard! You cannot continue to take advantage of my wishes!" Her only response from the kitchen was his rich laughter over the audible sizzle of bacon.