A/N: OMGEEZ I'm adding another chapter. Since a lot of people wanted to see me add to this, I decided to make it into a …short story of sorts. No promises of a huge plot that leads to my first M to NC-17 rating with all kinds of "lemony goodness" , but I am continuing this fic. Currently, I am focusing on improving my verbs. No more pesky Passive Voice, nor leaving it to "to be" verbs and…I am attempting the eradication of the verb "use" from my common vocabulary. Please enjoy the fluff and my deranged dialogue.

Disclaimer: Labyrinth isn't mine, okay? You got that you stinky-faced lawyers? I only have the DVD, that's it…But I do own my stories, thank you very much.

Last time:

With the reddest smile, Sarah replied, "Creeper."

A devilishly handsome creeper?

Sarah crumpled up the paper with a laugh, leaving her bedroom, returning to her ice-cream quest. But what the young girl never knew, is that the sheet of brilliantly shimmering scroll was even more magical, and flattened itself out again.

Now:

"So let me get this straight. You had a deliriously sexy-"

"I wouldn't say deliriously…"

"-magical man -who is a blond and British king that is in love with you, appears in your house, in your bedroom-"

"You're reading way too much into that."

"-wearing leather, and you didn't jump his bones?" Lenore asked sipping some water from the cooler.

"Well..I…err he had too much to drink an-" Sarah stammered.

"Yes, but he still had his bodily functions didn't he?" Lenore asked with a smirk.

"Well if you mean bodily functions as vomiting, then yes, yes he did" Sarah replied.

"Ah. That makes sense. But you're still a prude."

"And you're ...not quite so prude," Sarah added clumsily.

"I prefer the term promiscuous, makes me seem more intelligent," Lenore nodded with a wink.

"Seem' being the operative word. To each their own, I suppose."

"Speaking of our own, when are you seeing him next?" Lenore asked with an arched brow.

The pair walked from the break room as they spoke. Artfully dodging a group of smokers coming in from the alley, Sarah shrug-coughed as she sat down in her cubicle, passing through a persistent scent of tobacco, nicotine and a large cloud of really bad cologne.

"I don't know, I haven't heard from him since I got that weird letter."

"Magical parchment, how delightful…" Lenore muttered.

Sarah's phone rang, and she gestured for Lenore to pause.

"Tech Support, this is Sarah!" she spoke with an odd cheerfulness about her, she listened to the common complaint with her common response.

"Uh-huh, did you try turning it off and then back on. Okay, try that. Is it copying? Your Welcome, anytime." She hung up the phone.

"What were you saying Lenore?"

"Oh the usual…muttering over magic." Lenore noticed her phone rang, and sighed before answering, "This is Tech Support, this is Lenore."

"Yuh-huh, alright, did you turn it off and back on? Okay. Is it plugged in properly? You're welcome, anytime." Lenore hung up the phone, only to have it ring again. She twitched before picking up the receiver.

"Tech Support, this is Lenore…Did you turn it off and back on? …Is it working now? …Alright anytime," with a little more force, she returned the receiver.

"Okay… so where was I?" Sarah asked.

"I think we were talking about Jareth. Right?"

"Something like that…and here we go again," she replied as the phone began ringing once more, "Tech Support this is Sarah," the person on the other end spoke for a little longer then necessary, creating a distinct need for yawning on Sarah's part, "…okay, is it plugged in? Try that. Is it coming on? There you go, anytime."

Thunder clashed outside, both girls, and the rest of the Tech department cringed as they heard rain pelting every inch of the building. Most of the department were geeks who enjoyed storms so no one minded the occasional flash of lightning and the following sound of thunder. What everyone did mind was when the thunder shook the foundation of the building, and when lightning crashed near the power company's generator. Though they did not see the lightning hit, they experienced the result. This was naturally the power going out, only to come back on a few seconds later.

This was an incredibly rare event. Hearing scores of curses, combined with an unrehearsed yet in complete unison, was the sound of the majority of the tech department's heads thudding onto desks, cursing from the pain, and then a groan of hatred. It was not over lost memory, or paperwork forgotten, because they all backed up on these computers and they did so regularly. It was when the power came back on. Because once that power came back on, the entire department exploded into a fury of ringing phones.

"Tech Support this is Sarah, Did you try turning it off and on again? Okay there is a switch on the side of the hard drive, is it switched to on? Your Hard Drive is that large rectangular box. So flip the switch. …You know how switches work…right? Okay push it into the on position. Is it turning on? There you go. Call back if you have anymore trouble."

"Press the button, the glowing button! … Yes, sir, that button. Press it. Push the Button! I'm sorry, are you from the past? Press the button!"

"Did you try turning it off and on again? Alright have a nice day."

"Is it plugged in?" "Did you try turning it off and on again?"

"Is it plugged in?" "Did you try turning it off and on again?" "Is it plugged in?" "Is it plugged in?"

"Is it plugged in?" "Did you try turning it off and on again?"

"Did you try turning it off and on again?" "Is it plugged in?" "Did you try turning it off and on again?"

"Did you try turning it off and on again?" "Is it plugged in?" "Did you try turning it off and on again?" "Is it plugged in?"

"Is it plugged in?" "Did you try turning it off and on again?"

"Did you try turning it off and on again?"

And so it was for seemingly an eternity, phones ringing, requests of computers and printers being turned on and off. The power out rush didn't die down until mid afternoon. Half of the tech department grew hoarse when they woefully sought out a soothing lunch before returning for the rest of the work day. Both exhausted, Lenore and Sarah went out for drinks before going home. They went to a small "hole in the wall" bar and grill. It was close to Lenore's apartment, and closer to the back roads to Sarah's house. It had decent food and digestible drink. They sat in a small booth, they talked, laughed and shared stories. Sure they were fast friends, but not quite best friends and still didn't know each other all that well.

Their friendship began simply by the fact they both knew about goblins. Lenore was getting a cup of coffee when a goblin stole all of the sugar packets, ate them and went rampant over the office. Sarah clocked in seeing the thing going through her trash, and Lenore wrestling with the little bastard while coworkers clearly stated that Lenore was mental and nothing was happening. Sarah marched up to the goblin, and threatened that she would send the nasty sugar enhanced bugger back to his King with her shoes shoved up in a part of its anatomy. The goblin's eyes widened as it bolted for the nearest shadow screaming about "Dee Lady!" and something involving aardvarks. Lenore stared at Sarah as if she were Christ himself, and actually hugged her.

"He has been bothering me for weeks, thank you," She whispered in a breathy damsel-like voice, sniffling if Sarah remembered correctly.

And voila! Sarah found a new friend. Shortly thereafter, Lenore grew curious about the whole "Dee Lady" incident and since Sarah felt oddly obligated, she explained why she was famous amongst all goblin citizens. Lenore was, naturally, dumbstruck and said that just for her own sanity, Sarah will become her new best friend. If for nothing else, she had that amazing ability of keeping goblins away from her.

"He's not in love with me."

"What was that?" Lenore said in a tone that suggested I-was-not-listening-but-love-me-anyway.

"I mean we hardly know each other…a-and-"

"Sarah, of all the places he could've landed in a drunken stupor, he chose yours. Shouldn't that count for something?"

"I'm not saying that he doesn't like me, just love? Okay, I was a romantic, and I believed in love at first sight and all, but then I grew up…this…him, it just doesn't make sense anymore," Sarah grumbled.

"Hon, he loves you. By the way you described him, he has to love you. You're imagination is just out of shape. Give it time, see him again, maybe a little fondle here and there,"

"Lenore!"

"-send me a few pictures-"

"You are unbelievable!"

"And after you'll feel better," Lenore finished with a smirk.

"I will not fondle-"

"Not today maybe, but you will, if Jareth has anything to say about it, you will," she teased.

"God. You're as frustrating as he is."

"I'm flattered, but I don't swing that way."

Thud.

Sarah couldn't help it when she went face first onto the table. It never ends, She thought.

"Would you like another drink darlin'?" the bartender asked with a smirk.

"You don't have anything strong enough," was Sarah's reply.

The bartender laughed, and served up a few mugs of golden foamy beer and a round of shots to a group of bikers at a neighboring table. Mostly young-ish couples draped in tattoos. Sarah stared at a dragon on a woman's back almost hungrily. Daddy would kill me, but it looks pretty hot… Sarah thought.

"That has excellent shading…considering it's on skin," Lenore commented.

"Thanks toots."

"Wait. You draw or something?" Sarah asked.

"Oh, God no. My baby brother takes Advanced Art, he does mostly realism and surrealism. He does part time portraits, and works at kid parties. Caricatures and face painting. I know the terms from him," Lenore simply glowed with pride.

"And you are insanely proud and protective of him."

"Another thing we have in common, Sar," Lenore smiled.

Sarah yawned with a nod, "Ugh, I think I'm going to call it a night."

"But tomorrow we're back on vacation! We need to party, and get trashed so we look like a mess tomorrow!" Lenore cried sarcastically, Sarah laughed as she deposited the tab for the drinks on their table.

"Night Lenore, take it easy. Have a nice Independence Day"

"Bye Sarah, say hi to your Jare-bear for me!"

Sarah almost tripped over herself at hearing the nickname. Rather than turning and facing the barrage of comments and questions, and jeers on her own, she walked out of the bar with squared shoulders, and the gait of a conqueror.

It was a blur of turns, brakes, and accelerations by the time Sarah got home. Darkness fell and she felt dead tired, she kicked off her shoes, peeled the pantyhose, flicking them away without a thought. Unbuttoning her shirt she opened her bedroom door and screamed.

"Jarethyousonofabitch!" She cried buttoning her shirt with her back turned.

"Oh that's not fair, you have seen my chest," Jareth pouted from the bed.

"Oh don't you dare even!" Sarah growled.

"Even' what my dear?" Jareth inquired.

"Start with your prowl-y perverted-ness," She replied, crossing her arms.

"But that is almost all of my dialogue I had planned," Jareth replied with a smirk as he climbed-no, he truly glided off of the bed, stalking forward.

"So then don't talk," She retorted with a furrowed brow.

Jareth leaned closer, "You know, I should say the same thing to you," he replied before kissing her.

Goldman once wrote of the greatest kisses, and how Wesley and Buttercup's kisses outshined them all. The Dread Pirate Robert's and the Princess Bride may hold the title for most romantic, but Jareth's kisses were certainly without a doubt the most carnal. Even the plucky heroine that is Sarah, could not resist the temptation of a Jareth Kiss.

Oh my God, oh…wow, I won't swoon, I am above swooning. He's very good at this. I…mnauuuuugh.

Sarah kissed back, matching every touch, and sigh that Jareth provided. When Jareth paused, inhaling much needed air, Sarah did the same. When Jareth grasped her hips, Sarah took hold of his. When Jareth nipped at Sarah's lips, She once again, matched him. Kiss for kiss, touch for touch. Tit for tat, as it were.

Jareth growled as he dragged his lips down toward her neck. Sarah, unmistakably dazed, followed suit without thought. Well, without a distinguishable thought.

"Jareth good," She claimed with a primal croon.

Jareth's chuckle along her very ticklish neck resulted in a squeal, and with a regretful return of her senses. Her senses decided that as wonderful as everything was, she was on the verge of passing out in his arms, and any form of swooning was bad. Especially in his arms, he would never let her live it down. So, she tensed. Every muscle tightened, something Jareth noticed immediately, thus stopping the delicious sensation of being mauled.

"What is it?" his eyes hooded; dark.

"We have to stop."

"Why?"

"I am tired."

"I can keep you awake," Jareth hissed.

"I have a headache," She replied indignantly.

"Magic can cure any trivial malady such as that."

"I'm not in the mood."

"Your groans suggest otherwise," Jareth smirked.

"I just got out of a serious relationship!"

"You mean the date with an accountant that never even took place?" Jareth arched a brow.

"I don't have any protection," Sarah gritted out.

"I'm Fae, you would only need it if I wanted a child at this time," Sarah glared, Jareth finished all too quickly, "and I certainly don't want a child at this time."

"We're not married," Sarah said jutting out her chin.

"As a King, I am a chief of state. I can marry us, if that is your wish," Jareth smiled, evilly.

"We'd need a witness. Best Man, Maid of Honor."

"I have hundreds of subjects and servants, including your friends, take your pick," he retorted.

Sarah's nostrils flared, and her left eye twitched.

"Why are you so stubborn?" They asked in unison. Sarah pulled her hair in frustration and Jareth threw his hands in the air.

"It never ends with you!" They shouted, both pausing. Sarah's eyes grew so wide, one could see her blood vessels, Jareth chuckled.

"You can't deny it precious, our minds run on the same frequency."

"Ooh big scary word. Isn't that a bit too scientific for your kind?"

Jareth's glare spoke so many phrases, Sarah felt laughter crawl up her throat, begging for an escape.

"Why must we always argue? It wasn't very long ago, you were practically begging for me, and now that I am sober, and looking as devilishly handsome as I ever have, you become a cold fish!" Jareth retorted, slumping on the foot of the bed.

Sarah sighed, and sat next to him, "I don't know. It's just," She paused, "you are really frustrating, you know that? Everything is always so carnal, and mature. You're a lump of debauchery, elegance, debauchery, menace, and oh yeah, debauchery," She grumbled.

Jareth shook his head with a chuckle, "You're always so serious."

"So are you. Granted it's always about getting into my pants, or taunting me, but you sound serious when you do it."

"Yes, but you always act so proper, and pure. Heaven forbid you take temptation just once."

"Persephone, Pandora, and Eve, have taught me that falling to temptation if only just once can be bad enough," Sarah said.

"I am not Hades, the Pain of the World, or the Serpent, Sarah," Jareth replied.

"You could have fooled me."

"You just couldn't resist could you?" Jareth's face happily welcomed the contact of his gloved palms.

With a delightfully honest smile, she replied, "That is a temptation I will always fall for."

Jareth snorted, looking away.

"You know you love me anyway though," Sarah playfully goaded, resting her chin on his shoulder, staring at him through his fluffed hair. It was his turn to tense. Sarah jerked back.

"I..I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that," Sarah realized.

He was silent.

"I am sorry. I should have thought better then that. It was stupid of me," Sarah just stared at her bare feet.

"I do love you," Jareth quietly replied.

"Yeah," she sighed, "I know, I don't understand how or why, but I know."

They sat there in silence for quite some time. Minutes passed as seconds, hours dissipating into nothingness. Dawn approached, and Sarah's exhaustion was no longer a factor. She was asleep, leaning on Jareth's shoulder. Jareth smiled, he delicately took her into his arms and laid back on the bed. In a classic fashion, Sarah's head rested on his chest, with one hand resting on his stomach. Jareth rested his own palm over her pale knuckles, and fell asleep too. Both smiled.

A/N: God, all of that fluff…

Okay: The reason that a computer was turned on by a switch is because this in the past, and I once used an ancient computer that required a switch. And I got the idea to have Sarah working in a Tech Support environment via two prior ideas: An episode of Supernatural, and the British comedy I.T. Crowd. Both shows rock. :D And I decided to call it Tech Support over I.T. because…I honestly don't know what I.T. stands for…HAHA just like in the show. -.-'