Author's note: I don't own the characters Jareth or Sarah, I just wanted a short portrait of straightforward gratification.
Sarah stood in her room, windows open upon tepid night. She had said it. She had wished for him at last. How many years she had fought the dream in her heart. How many times she had tried to push it out of mind. And now at last, she'd done it. She had wished for the Goblin King.
He was before her now. Curtains shifting in the breeze he carried with him.
She steeled herself against doubt and fear and fought to keep her heart open.
"You called?" he softly inquired, his face masked and aloof.
"Yes," she replied simply. There was to be no guile. No parrying of words and guarded glances.
At first he seemed slightly lost. Then the import of Sarah's silence began to dawn on his unearthly features. His head tilted lightly to the side as his lips parted with the hidden shock of realization.
He looked at her.
"Yes," she said again.
Neither moved. Eternity was manifest in one interminable minute of mutual epiphany.
A hint of movement broke the stillness, and before either could think Sarah and Jareth found themselves locked in each others' arms.