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Sarah had spent a good amount of time tying together sheets, blankets, and tapestry. She smiled ruefully. If Jareth's rotten brother thought that she was just going to sit there and wait for whatever nasty thing he had planned to happen, he didn't know her very well. As she worked busily with her hands, she thought steadily on something Damien had said:

"I haven't got the taste for mortals that my brother has."

What did that mean exactly? Sarah hadn't liked his tone, and Jareth had indicated in more than one way that he was interested in her…sexually. The real problem was that Sarah was shocked to find that she didn't abhor the idea; in fact she kind of liked it. She tied the final sheet to the long string of material, fastened it to the ornate bed post, and through the remainder out the window. As she swung out the window and down the silk sheet, she was glad she had taken rock-climbing lessons for the past two years. She was able to let herself down the rope, without feeling fear.

She saw a window to her left, about one story below, and swung over to look in. It was another bedroom, similar silk sheets on the large bed. Another window was open below to the right – yet another bedroom. This continued as she travelled down her makeshift ropes. "How many damn bedrooms does a man need?" She wondered.

She was halfway down the outside of the tower when she felt eyes watching her. She looked around and saw nothing. It was either Damien or Jareth watching her through magic, she was certain. Since she didn't care for either of them at this time, she stuck out her tongue.

Then had an odd thought of what Jareth would have done if he had witnessed that act in person. She blushed, and continued down the tower, as far as the rope would take her.

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Damien sneered at Jareth, this was not how it was supposed to play out. He knew his brother had the power and the right to demand anything from him, Sarah was supposed to be his bargaining chip, and yet Jareth didn't seem to care.

"You should know that you can't hide anything from me, Damien," Jareth reprimanded, fully aware of his brother's sinister plans.

Damien narrowed his eyes at his brother. "I could hurt her."

"Ah, if you can find her," Jareth replied.

Damien frantically called forth his own crystal, foggy and grey as opposed to the clear ones his brother conjured up on a regular basis. Sarah was no longer in the room, in fact she was no longer anywhere in his castle. He smashed the crystal to the ground in anger. Jareth snickered.

"She can be quite trying, can't she?"

Damien only glared in response, seeking Lyonara's arm.

"This isn't the last you've seen of us, Jareth!" he called out before disappearing.

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Dangling from her now tired arms at the end of her rope – both figuratively and literally – Sarah looked down at the ground. It was much closer than the window, but much too far to jump. She sighed, and began to climb back up. Perhaps there was a door in one of the rooms she had passed. Perhaps she just hadn't noticed . . .

There was an ominous ripping noise above her, and she looked up to see where a sharp stone had jutted out from the wall and had cut away at the threads holding her makeshift rope together.

As the last thread snapped and as she plummeted to the ground, she called out without thinking.

"JARETH!!!"

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Jareth was lounging in his throne, mentally digesting the little visit he'd just received from his brother and his former lover. Obviously there was more to it than simply wanting to rile him, obviously those two were plotting something. Jareth smirked, if they expected to become worthy adversaries of him, they had a long way to go. Still, Jareth did not like the idea that Sarah had supposedly paid his brother. It was in this position, twirling a crystal on his fingertips that he heard the call. Sarah had unwittingly gotten herself into trouble again. Honestly, how many times was he going to have to save her life? He was gone from the throne with a slight popping sound and puff of glitter.

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Sarah saw the ground rushing towards her and she squeezed her eyes closed, hoping to not see the inevitable. Suddenly, she felt herself floating softly, and she opened her eyes in time to land softly on the dusty ground. She looked around, and recognized the setting as the limbo where she had defeated the Goblin King years before.

She shot her eyes to the shaded area to her left, and sure enough, the Goblin King stepped out of the gloom, glad in a diaphanous cape of white, trimmed in owl feathers.

"Yet again, Sarah, I am too generous with you."

"Generous? How have you been generous?"

Jareth held up a hand. "Sarah, stop. We are not simply going to re-hash our last meeting here . . ."

She lifted her chin in defiance. "You have no power over me!" She announced strongly.

Jareth smirked. "That's where you're wrong my dear. You've demanded my help twice now. You have given me power now."

In a whirl of white and sparkle, Limbo disappeared – and Sarah found herself in a room which she knew immediately to be Jareth's bedroom.

Sarah gulped, and twirled to face him. He was standing close – too close. She backed up, feeling threatened. Her retreat was halted when she bumped into the bed, losing her balance and finding herself sprawled against the soft, satin covering. Before she had a chance to regain her bearing, Jareth was above her. He captured her wrists and held them above her head with one gloved hand.

"My, my Sarah," he said huskily in her ear. "This is quite a precarious situation you find yourself in, hm?"

Sarah wriggled, trying to escape Jareth's grasp. He chuckled silkily.

"I would not recommend that you continue that action," he purred into her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "Unless you desire that I lose control?"

Sarah was shocked. Cheeks flaming, she shook her head violently and went very still.

"That's better," Jareth whispered with a self-satisfied smirk. Before Sarah knew what was happening, his mouth was claiming hers with a brutal force. Shockingly, she found herself responding with equal fervour. Jareth reluctantly pulled back from her, regarding her with a mixture of amusement and confusion. He stroked the line of her jaw with his free hand, the buttery softness of the leather causing Sarah to close her eyes and moan instinctually. Jareth looked upon her with longing, enjoying his view of her heaving bosom, which was particularly enticing from this vantage point. The smile that had crept onto his face, disappeared abruptly. Although she was evidently becoming more…willing…to his advances, he could not forget his brother's words.

"Not yet, Sarah," he whispered, with gentle cruelty. She would prove that she was worthy first.