Jareth chuckled humorously. "Yes, love. As you wish…." In a poof of glitter, they were whirling through unconceivable time and space. Less than half a second later, they wound up on Jareth's enormous, billowy, blue bed. Jareth grinned his sharp-toothed grin and Sarah blushed. Jareth took her into his arms and smelled her hair. "Ohh Sarah, I have been waiting for this for so long."
She curled into him so every inch of her torso was pressed against his. "Jareth…." He cut her off with a kiss. A fiery, passionate kiss that Sarah just could not find the power to pull away from. After a while she finally did pulled away, gasping. "Jareth, what if they notice I'm gone?" Jareth sighed. "Sarah, they won't. You're life is here now. You will still have your memories, but on earth it will be as if you never existed." A tear streamed down her cheek, and Jareth wiped it away. "Sarah, would you like to go back?" She shook her head violently, and again he chuckled. "I see; as you wish." Sarah gazed into his eyes, not being able to decide on looking at the brown one or the green one.
After a long moment had passed she asked him, "Why didn't you come sooner?" He replied without missing a beat, "Sarah, love, had I come any sooner you would have thought your self mad, or would have convinced yourself I was a hallucination. I couldn't bear your rejection again, so I decided to disguise as your cat, Archie, and keep watch on you that way." He looked thoughtful for a moment, and asked, "Why did you give your virtue to that Blake chap?" She blushed and cringed at the memory. Had forgotten he was watching the whole time, she decided she should have shooed the cat out like she wanted to.
Jareth seemed to be waiting for an answer he didn't want. He was tense, and his gaze locked directly on her face watching every reaction. Finally, she replied to him in a scratchy, pained voice.
"Blake was everything I wanted on earth. He was a gentleman, a very successful college graduate, and he, too, was a virgin. He was very educated and the conversations we would have would last hours upon hours. I told him about you, and your labyrinth; he didn't think I was crazy. He just thought my imagination as a child had gone too far. I thought he was the one." Jareth had a skeptical expression plastered across his entire body. Sarah ignored him, "I'm sorry, Jareth, but I believed you never existed. I had to live my life." She looked at him and touched his shoulder to comfort him. He kissed her palm, and smirked. "Yes, but even then you had wished it was me."
Sarah blushed, even darker, this time and looked at the ceiling instead of his satisfied smile. "Yeah…that's why we didn't last. The very first time we made love…without the pain… I called your name out he immediately jumped off of me, called me crazy, and…I've not heard from him since." He held her to him and stroked the small of her back. "Sarah, I'm so sorry." She shrugged. "You're here now. I'm yours anyway, I always was." He hugged her tight and kissed her forehead. Her stomach growled. Jareth laughed aloud. "Dinner time for the human?" Sarah shook her head and kissed his chin, then his mouth. In between soft, fluttery kisses she said "I think I'll have dessert first."
A sound that was between a groan and a laugh rumbled out of his throat. Her fingers wove their way into his long, silky blonde mane and she kissed him ferociously on the mouth. Her teeth scraped his tongue, causing him to react appropriately. Seeking her blouse buttons with his fingers he hurriedly ripped apart her top. She ripped his Shakespearean shirt down the middle and explored the planes and ridges of his perfectly chiseled chest and stomach.
His skin was as smooth as marble, but as soft and cream colored as pearlescent silk. His strong, muscular arms pulled their bare chests together and they groaned in unison. Her long chestnut hair created a dark canopy for their faces. His fingers searched for her belt buckle and in a half second, her jeans were on the floor she gasped as she felt something hard on the inside of her leg...and her stomach groaned. Jareth laughed as Sarah moaned in frustration. "Sarah, we'll get back to this as soon as you have some food on your stomach. I don't want you to pass out on me, it's not as much fun that way." Sarah smiled. "Fine." Sarah, aggravated, threw on his shirt that she ruined, and he still having on his jeans, watched her with a smirk. "You are so sexy when you act this way." She sneered at him and he laughed. "We could just have it delivered to us in bed," Sarah looked hopeful, "but I think I'll aggravate you some more." Sarah threw her shoe at him and he caught it. "Come, love, our feast awaits."
