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Hello all! Welcome to Part 3 of the Holiday Saga! Woo hoo!

If you haven't read parts one and two, please go do so now. You'll be lost otherwise. :) Enjoy!

Chapter 1

The Dragon Court was alight with dozens of small twinkling lights. Unlike the tiny dim lights used by mortals however, these lights moved freely and changed color and intensity at will. The members of the court swirled gaily around in pairs, dancing gracefully to the music and chattering freely about the evening's festivities.

All were enjoying the mortal traditions. None more than the two siblings though, having being reunited only that morning. Sarah giggled at her brother's forcibly grim expression as he led her in a waltz. The little boy was trying so hard to seem adult and kingly. The only thing that gave him away was his shinning eyes and faltering steps.

At the conclusion of the dance the one who watched them made his move, smoothly stepping up next to his adopted son. "May I?" He asked with a slightly raised brow and a small quirk to his lips.

Toby gave a tiny bow in return and grinned impishly at his sister before running off, no doubt to recount the presents underneath the giant tree the Dragon Lord had found. The mortal girl looked almost hesitatingly at the fae king, doubt and apprehension flickering in her eyes.

A casual observer would have only made note of the pair moving in closer as the first strains of the song began. One set of hands entwined, the other placed on the shoulder and hip of their partner. That same observer would have failed to notice the slight tremble of the girl's smooth white hands or the almost imperceptible lowering of the king's brow as his eyes took on a hard glint, but neither went unnoticed by the two pressed so intimately together.

The first dozen steps of the dance were made in silence, each lost in their private thoughts, but unable to look away from the other's eyes. A green deeper than the oldest pine tree focused fully on the mismatched steely blue-grey.

"If I didn't know better Sarah," he said at last, breaking the almost strained silence between them with his harshly whispered words, "I would say you were afraid of me."

She seemed to contemplate her response for the next few sweeping turns of the dance before replying. "I am not, nor have I ever been afraid of you Goblin King."

The quirk of his lips from earlier erupted into a full blown smirk. He brought her attention to her still quivering hand by squeezing the member lightly and asking in a low growl, "Then perhaps it is anticipation that causes you to react so."

He made his words into a statement rather than a question, causing her to grit her teeth. "Maybe I'm just a little cold," she told him.

He pulled her stiff body closer into his own and bent down so that his mouth rested by her ear. "I could warm you up," he said to her, seeing the goose bumps his hot breath caused on her skin.

"No thank you," she replied icily, attempting to separate from him, but his arms had closed around her with the strength of a steel trap. A hint of anger was clearly visible in her flashing eyes and compressed lips but Jareth could only smirk in reply.

Not even the end of the song brought a reprieve for Sarah as he continued to hold tightly to her until the musicians began a new one. "Is there something I can do for you, my lord?" She asked in a sarcastic voice. "Or do you intend to keep me prisoner all night?"

He chuckled lowly at her anger, which only served to aggravate her more. "Your beautiful presence is all I need, my lady," he replied in kind to her. "A gift that you denied me when you accepted his invitation to stay here," he added.

A small feral grin touched her lips as she said, "Why Jareth, if I didn't know better, I would think you were jealous."

"Have I cause to be?" He asked arrogantly.

"Perhaps," she told him sweetly, eyes breaking away from his own to search the crowd.

"He's not here," he told her losing patience with her dangerous game. When her seemingly innocent gaze was once more locked on his eyes he told her, "I saw him leave moments ago." She attempted to pout in disappointment and he flashed a warning at her. "You tread on thin ice my dear."

A highly amused giggle escaped her lips before she told him, "Really Jareth, you should try harder to control your jealousy." Losing her playful mien she added in a hiss, "You have neither power nor claim over me." Once more she tried to pull free but his grip was unbreakable. She could have made a scene and gotten lose but something seemed to be holding her back.

"On the contrary Sarah," he told her in a low voice, "I believe I stated my claim years ago. It's you who refuses to abandon this foolishness." Green eyes clashed violently with blue eyes. Neither made any effort to back down or diffuse the potentially explosive situation.

Around them fellow dancers swirled and the sweet strains of the soft melody seemed an odd counterpart to the silent war waged between the two combatants. "When will you give up?" She whispered to him heatedly.

"When you give in," was his throaty response.

She glared at him, once again silent. "Why?" She eventually whispered to him, the words almost too low for him to pick up.

"Why not?" His face moved in to hers, lips brushing against lips. Neither would have been able to say later who had moved first to deepen the kiss, all they could say was that one light brush turned to a feverish hold, bodies melded together and tongues warring violently.

With out conscious effort Jareth brought them to her suite where they tumbled down upon the bed. "I won't give in," she gasped against his lips, tearing at the buttons on his midnight blue silk shirt and parting the material so she could grasp the bare flesh.

"Whatever my lady says," he growled out, teasing the bottom of her ear with his teeth. Her gasp of pleasure caused him to chuckle warmly and she immediately retaliated by biting down on his shoulder. The tiny bite she received in kind on her sensitive lobe made her limp with bliss and he took the opportunity to snap the straps holding her pale pink dress up on her shoulders.

Their hands worked feverishly on each other, exposing more flesh and exploring each uncovered bit. Both had trouble controlling their breathing and the room was filled with the sounds of harsh panting. Sarah latched onto the back of his head and brought their lips together for a scorching kiss, Jareth more than content to comply with her wishes.

When the need for air caused them to part a few moments later, Jareth looked down at her with passion filled eyes, tenderly stroking the side of her face with his hand. "Tell me what you want."

Her hands toyed with the satiny texture of his hair as she watched him with half closed eyes. "You know what I want," she breathed out to him.

With a satisfied smirk that bordered on a leer he leaned down to again capture her lips. With a finger pressed against his mouth she stopped him inches from her face. "Wake up Jareth," she told him in a high clear voice, causing him to immediately frown and his eyes to darken with rage.

For a second his fist clenched as if he would strike her, but the gleam of triumph and wicked amusement on her face stopped him. With another sudden change of his features he lifted his brow and grinned at her. "You first my dear," he told her mockingly.

The implications of what he said were not lost upon her. She gave a small gasp and gaped at him before the scene shattered for both participants.

His eyes popped open but he lay still on his bed, enjoying the feel of the cool silk sheets on his heated skin. Well, that explains a lot, he thought with a wide smirk. He thought briefly of the mortal girl no doubt lying awake in her own bed, just as overheated and stimulated as he was. For a moment he toyed with the notion of going to her, but with a grin for no one but himself, he merely rolled over on his side. Better to let her stew alone for the night. Tomorrow would be soon enough.

She groaned out loud, twisting the blankets in her hands and willing her heart beat to slow. Are you freakin kidding me?!? Her mind wandered over the dreams of the past two weeks and she felt the blood running to her cheeks. She wouldn't have been surprised if the pillow under her head burst into flames with the amount of heat she felt pooling there. Flopping over onto her stomach she groaned again and buried her head under the pillow. Wildly her mind processed this new bit of information. He's been sharing my dreams! That damn, blasted, arrogant, bastard has been sharing MY dreams! How had this happened? More importantly, how would she face him tomorrow?

And that is that! How was that for a start with a bang? What is up with me and dream sequences? I hope you guys aren't sick of them yet. I think it's because my own dreams are often crazy and vivid, it's fun for me to write them. For the whole dream part it was suppose to be from neither specific POV so it was a surprise that they were both sharing it. Hopefully I got that across. :)

Lots of fun drama ahead everyone. I hope you like it as much as y'all liked the last two. Remember this will be completed on Christmas and since I think it will be longer than the other two I might have to post every day. Or maybe I'll just post longer chapters? Hmm, which do you prefer, more frequent updates or longer chapters? Voting time!

Don't forget to leave a review if you would. :) Let me know what you liked, didn't like, or if you're sick of the steamy dreams. :)

Until the next time... :)