A/N: Hello I'm back, it has been a while. This is for my first reviewer Nanenna :)

Apologies for any spelling /grammar mistakes as this story is un beta'd

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Chapter 4:

"It's unbelievable that you have managed to set up this place in such a short time." David said to him from across the table. He looked away from her but she could still feel his gaze burning into her. She hadn't had to speak or even acknowledge him for the start of the meal, and desperately hoped to continue this trend for the rest of the night. She took a big gulp of the water in her glass and tried to focus on the other people at the table. She caught a few words of the conversation between Valarie and Karen but she felt herself being drawn back to the conversation between him her father and her uncle. It seemed so unnatural to see them sitting together. They were engrossed in the conversation, and she found herself staring at him, occasionally staring around the open room they were in. At first glance he looked almost normal to her; his hair was less wild than she remembered but still looked incredibly soft to touch and blushed at the thought of running her fingers through it in a very intimate manner, when she looked at his face she noticed that he looked practically human except for a few features; but when she concentrated hard on him, she saw the face she remembered from that night. Looking at his open shirt and she noted that he had a silver chain that dipped down into the fabric of his shirt 'at least he is dressed appropriately this time' she smiled. David turned to whisper something to Valarie and he turned to her and winked at her. At this she whipped her head in the opposite direction, and tried to look like she was involved in the conversation going on next to her then heard a low chuckle from beside her. He's laughing at me! she thought indignantly. Deciding not to let him see her annoyed, she continued to look away from him. 'This night cannot end quickly enough.' She thought, as she began to eat whatever she had ordered. She stared at her father who was talking quite animatedly.

"And with things as busy as they are, I'm surprised that we could make it out here for the weekend but I felt that we all needed some time together before we all get too involved ourselves that we never have the time anymore." Her father stated before wrapping his arm around Karen and smiling warmly at his daughter. Sarah smiled back warmly as her father continued. "Of course there is still a lot of time to spend with Toby as he grows up, but it won't be the same as it is now with the four of us. Especially when Sarah will be off experiencing the world so she probably won't have enough time for us." She felt a small pang in her heart but continued to smile at the sight of her father so happy.

"Ah yes, family is so important. It is tough when families are so far apart." Ja-Jeremy sighed as he ate his own dish.

"It must be especially hard for you to live in a foreign country so far away from your family as your only here for business." Karen mused.

"It's not as difficult as you would think," he joked. With a familiar glint in his eye, that made Sarah's stomach lurch he continued. "I love my siblings and all. But there were times growing up when being around them drove me to despair."

"Or maybe you were the annoying one." Sarah responded, feeling her anger rise slightly.

"Sarah!" Karen gasped in shock.

"I hadn't thought about that." He laughed. "There were a few moments growing up when I was acted so dreadfully towards my sister that she wanted to get as far away from me as possible. Even wishing me away would have been better that having to deal with me."

Fucking sparkly jerk! Sarah seethed in her head. Her anger spiked and she needed to get away fast. Leaving her food as it was, she stood up and headed in any direction, desperate to get away from him. She headed away from all the other diners and walked down an empty corridor that led to a closed door. She tried to open it, damn locked she thought, she leant against the wall next to the door and dropped to her knees. Sighing, she rested her head against the door and began playing with her owl necklace. The cooling sensation of the doors smooth surface helped ease her headache and rested against it until she felt better.

She turned to get up again and saw him standing there blocking some of the light from the restaurant. Looking at him now, he still had the same powerful aura that had scared her slightly once, only he looked slightly more human. He walked towards her and offered her his hand. After a moment, she took it and he helped to pull her to her feet. When she was upright, he leaned into her sending a waft of that spicy smell she associated with her journey to the labyrinth. She felt herself blushing as she remembered the last few times she had been this close to him, glancing up at him she saw him smile slightly.

"If all you wanted was some time to ourselves then all you needed do was ask, precious " he whispered into her ear. "I know I've been quite the distraction out there."

"Don't flatter yourself, Goblin King; sitting next to you with my family was torture enough." Sarah shot back.

"Are we still playing out your childish fairy tales where I am resigned to play the villain? Oh well, if we are to discuss business shall we do it somewhere more private?" He asked pulling out a key and unlocking the door. Sarah took a quick look inside and saw that the room looked like a normal office.

"I am no child." She retorted as she walked in the office. Looking around, she saw that the room was quite large and had a large desk made of a dark coloured wood in full view of the door, around it she saw a few filing cabinets dotted around the room and a lot of cardboard boxes piled up in the corners of the room. Under the single small window, she noted another type of cabinet that had different sized bottles in it. Next to it was a fairly soft looking sofa. She continued to look around the room until a voice behind her startled her;

"Please sit down. Unless you would prefer to stand." Jareth said gesturing to one of the leather chairs in front of the desk. Sarah hesitated for a moment but sat in the chair that Jareth indicated. He walked to the cabinet and poured himself a small amount of an amber liquid into a small glass. "Drink? I promise that it is not poisoned." He smirked.

"No thank you." Sarah replied, trying to keep as civil as possible. She watched him as he sat on the edge of the desk and jumped slightly when she felt his leg brush up against hers.

"Do I really make you feel that uncomfortable, precious?" He laughed, watching her flush red again and shift in her seat.

"No, not at all, after you made me run your labyrinth, sent cleaners after me and drugged me with an enchanted peach and then sent your guards after me I felt great so happy around you. Why wouldn't I?" she snapped at him. She thought he would be really mad but was surprised to see him laughing at her again.

"Oh precious, do you still see me as nothing more than an enemy of sorts? I promise you, there are no bad feelings between us. If you still doubt me then inspect my office further, check to see if I've hidden any cleaners under my desk, or perhaps I've packed those interesting Fireys within all these boxes to wait in ambush for you?" He continued laughing. At the image of the Fireys in those boxes Sarah began to laugh with him for a few moments. She stopped when she realised he was looking at her.

"What is it?" She questioned, trying not to blush under the heat of his gaze.

"Just a fleeting thought." He said, drinking some more of the amber liquid. "You look far lovelier when you are smiling than when you are scowling at me, have I convinced you that my intentions are not those of the ever malicious Goblin King?"

"I haven't seen your traditional tight leather clothes so I guess that you might not be as bad as I thought." Sarah giggled, thinking about their first meeting. His face changed slightly as she said this.

"You wound me, precious thing, I set you up on a beautiful trip of my pride and joy and all you notice is my attire? I needn't have tried so hard to impress you with the scenery, perhaps a tour of my chambers would have been a better use of your time?" he mused, his face screwing up in mock hurt.

"That is such a line! I bet you use that all the time." Sarah accused. "Also my name is Sarah. Not precious."

"I'm fully aware that, and being the gentleman that I am I will not comment on the nature of any such meeting to which you are implying, Sarah." He said silkily making Sarah's stomach flip slightly as her name passed his lips.

"Yeah, because you're an upstanding member of whichever magical community that you're a part of." She scoffed. At this he set his drink down and sat in the leather seat next to her, leaned into her and whispered lowly in her ear.

"Oh precious thing, there is so much more to me than you realise. I know things that could turn your world upside down, things that move the stars or things that can make your deepest fantasies and dreams explode into life." Thinking of some of the dreams she'd been having, Sarah felt her face burn bright red. She shifted away from him and rapidly changed the subject.

"So, um what are you doing in New York anyways?" She asked the wall opposite them, as she couldn't bring herself to look at him. If she did, she would have seen the look of victory spread across his features, but he allowed her to have her way.

"When I'm not taking care of official business, I have a variety of other ventures among mortals. I am merely taking care of them whilst I have some time on my hands." He replied.

Sarah, deciding to face him again, began to ask him some more questions about his life Aboveground. They moved over to the sofa and although she wasn't sure what the time was, she could tell that it was getting late. Seeing him looking so relaxed made her feel more calm than she had been before. They kept talking and she noted that he seeming to be getting closer to her until he was tracing small circles lightly on her knee. He started with placing his hand on her knee and then began tracing the circles with his thumb, occasionally changing fingers as they were talking. She began to talk about her life since she had left the labyrinth and looked up to see that he was very close to her, staring at her intensely. She could feel her face starting to burn along with the rest of her body, as he continued to watch her. She tried to get back to her story but gasp when she felt his hand move quickly upwards on her thigh, causing her to gasp.

"Don't stop, precious one." He said, leaning into her, brushing the hair that had fallen forward to the back of her head. "I find the way you weave your stories incredibly enamouring." He continued his hot breath against her ear. He brought his hand against her jaw line and traced it along her chin. He smiled and leaned in closer until she could feel the warmth of his skin against hers and she could fell her heart beating so fast that is might burst out of her chest. He smiled at her and drew ever closer-

BANG!

Sarah jumped back against the soft leather panting. What the hell just happened? She thought as she tried to regulate her breathing. She looked around and saw that he was just leaving the office and after a moment to herself she followed looking outside of the room they were in. She saw that there was people dressed very similarly rushing in one direction and assumed that they were employees there, after a moment of deciding where to go, she saw Karen was walking towards her.

"Sarah! You are okay after all, your dad was worried you had left and were wandering around on your own." Said her stepmother, her tone suggested that she had been worried.

"Where-where is everyone?" She asked, noting that the table they had been sitting at was empty.

"Oh there was an explosion or something in the kitchen and as David and Valerie are friends of his they offered to help in some way and your father is outside trying to get a cab to take us back to their house while they sort things out here." She chattered as she lightly pulled Sarah towards the doors.

The cold night air hit Sarah as she walked out with Karen, so she was grateful when her father ran up to hug her.

"I was worried where you had got to." He said when he let her go. "I've got the cab so let's head back; it's been a long night." Sarah slid into the back and rested her head against the window while her father and stepmother got in. "So what happened to you when you left the table" her father probed when they began to move.

"Well-"

"Robert, she's a grown woman she can handle herself and anyway she was with Jeremy so it's not like anything bad happened to her" Karen cut in.

"How did you know that?" Sarah asked shocked.

"I saw you coming out of his office, and I'm glad that you two seemed to talk things through." Her stepmother laughed. For the rest of the journey back, she stayed fairly quiet whilst they recounted the night's conversation that she had missed.

Sarah squinted as she turned the light on in her relative's house. This has been such a long night, she sighed. Her father was paying the babysitter, whilst Karen checked on the children so she called out to no one in particular:

"I'm going to bed now, goodnight." She trudged her way upstairs and when she got to her room she unzipped the dress letting it fall off before searching for something to sleep in. Settling on the long nightgown she liked, she wandered into the bathroom and quickly brushed her teeth before lying down on the large bed. She tried to sleep but her mind was buzzing from the moment in Jareth's office. Thoughts and feelings swirled in her mind, making sleep impossible so she decided to go and get a glass of water to help her sleep.

The house was dark apart from the dim light of a room below her. She made her way carefully downstairs in the dark and when she got to the ground floor hurried down the corridor that led to the kitchen. There was a light already on so it was easier for her to find her way around. She saw the cabinet where they kept the glasses and saw one on the top shelf. Looking for something to stand on she decided to kneel on the counter and reach up for it.

"I believe they keep glasses on the lower shelves as well." Said a very familiar voice from behind her. She glanced down and saw that he was right. Forcing herself to look at him she replied;

"I want this one, is that a problem with you?"

"Not at all, precious."

She got down with the glass in her hand and stared at him. He was leaning next to the sink and she ignored him as she filled up the glass.

"Aren't you going to ask why I'm here?" He enquired putting his hands either side of her.

"Nope. I don't really care." She replied turning off the flow of water and she turned to face him. He was a lot closer that she had thought he was. She pushed him away and he moved only slightly back.

"Now that is very sad news. I came here especially to see you although it doesn't seem that you are appropriately dressed for receiving visitors." He joked. She blushed when she remembered that the nightgown was low at the front and quite tight. She ducked her head and tried to leave but realised that she didn't have her drink. She spun around and saw that Jareth had the glass in her hand. He offered it to her.

"Looking for this precious?" She walked forward to take it but he moved it out of her reach. She tried again but he put it to his lips. "Maybe you don't want it after all." He smirked. She darted for it but felt his arm around her back, trapping her to him. He set the glass down laughed slightly before leaning in.

His face was against hers and she felt her heart pick up its rapid pace as the spicy smell that she associated with him assaulted her senses. He placed his lips against her and she moaned slightly at the feel of them. He lifted her up and set her on the counter.

"Sarah." He moaned against her lips. He coaxed her lips open and was shocked when he felt her hands play with his hair. He ran his hands up her thighs, pulling the thin material up and freeing her legs so he could move between them. His tongue began to fight against her until it became a battle between the pair of them. Meanwhile, Sarah felt his hands moving around her body and she began to trail her fingers down his shirt and dipped her fingers under the fabric and onto his skin. He moaned and responded by running his hand up and down her side, occasionally brushing against her breasts. He moved the thin strap at her left shoulder down and brushed her hair away, starting a trail of small kisses down her neck.

"Jareth." She moaned as each kiss sent tiny jolts of heat down towards her belly. He continued his trail downwards—

"Jeremy." Came ringing through the house.

Sarah shot up and heard Jareth muttering a string of curses under his breath. She panicked at what could have happened, grabbed her glass and ran out of the room.

JS

Jareth turned and turned in the night. He thought about all the things that had happened earlier and sighed. He hadn't realised the effect she had on him, the thought of her only a short walk away was driving him crazy, the thought of her soft skin underneath his hands, the sight of her soft blush spreading across her face and the heavenly sound of his name passing her lips. He conjured a crystal and saw her sleeping soundly. He continued to stare until he saw a small figure appear at the foot of his bed.

"My Lady, Queen Estella of the fairy kingdom wishes to inform King Jareth, High Heir of the Underground that she has made great victories regarding your exile to the mortal Aboveground." The messenger recited.

"Thank my dear cousin, and tell her that I am perfectly safe. Also tell her that I await our next meeting with excitement and that I am close to returning with my heir and Queen." Jareth replied regally. The messenger bowed and disappeared in a flash of light, leaving the room in darkness.

Soon, very soon, he thought. He switched his thoughts back to the encounter in the kitchen and slowly fell asleep.

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