A/N:

:dodges tomatoes: All right, seeing as probably everyone who read my story before is more than likely sick of waiting all these darn months for me to update and quit reading, here's chapter 7! I can't even begin to explain how busy I've been. So I won't bother, here's the next chapter...

Dancing with Danger

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: C'mon people, I think y'all already know what I'm gonna say. So lets just leave it at that, shall we?

The auditions were quite eventful. They had a master class by guest instructor Irina Vachromeeva to determine which parts they would be autiditioning for. Sarah was chosen to audition for the Maid, and Juliet. She didn't think Jareth would actually autition, but Jareth, always one for being full of surprises, did. He was in the group for the Duke of Verona and Romeo.

Often she would catch Jareth glancing at her at the corner of her eye during her practices, and she smiled inwardly, liking his attention. Just imagine if they were both picked as the leads, huh? Fate certainly was a funny thing. And somehow it enjoyed using Sarah as a guinea pig to practice its various pranks. Sometimes Sarah found it dreadfully annoying.

After three long, agonizing, air condition deprived hours, they were finished. Both were caked in sweat and stood by each other with the other dancers waiting for the results. Miss Vachromeeva stepped up, "Thank you all so much for coming, you all were amazing", she started, "We will send all of you your autition results within one week by mail. Thank you so much". All of the dancers did a curtsie and/or bow, and began to get ready to leave.

Jareth was finally getting the hang of tying Aboveground shoelaces. "What do you call these things again, Sarah?" he asked, tilting his foot out so he could get a better look at the green shoes.

She smiled, "Those are Converse, Jareth." He raised his eyebrow slightly, seeming to like the name.

Picking up her dance bag and tutu tote, she walked out with Jareth right next to her heading for the car. She unlocked the doors and Jareth got in, this time fastening himself in. Before leaving she pulled out her CD case, browsing through it for a moment, before choosing one, and popping it in the player. A gorgeous british accent filled the speakers of the car.

Didn't know what time it was the lights were low-oh-oh, I leaned back on my radio-oh-oh, some cat was laying down some rock 'n roll, lotta soul he said...

Jareth was curious, "Sarah, who is this?"

"David Bowie...he's amazing. Looks alot like you, actually..." she handed him a little booklet, with a photo of a man standing near alot of boxes on the front. He opened it up and saw a young man with a mullet-type haircut, and with eyes exactly like his. He was wearing odd one piece outfits. He snorted, "I'm more attractive..."

Sarah giggled.

When they got home, Jareth poofed back into an owl and flew into the tree outside Sarah's window, waiting for her to return to her room. It was all he could do to fly, those autidions were dreadful. Why was the temparture so hot in that blasted place?

He heard the faint noise of a shower running. He pondered for a moment. Dare he? He quirked his head left and right, and then magically opening Sarah's windows, he flew inside and became Jareth again.

Forgetting all manners and just being plain nosey, he began browsing through all her things. Various things on her vanity, little glass trinkets, some makeup, and a few pictures and letters from close friends on the mirror. He walked over to a table and saw her wooden finger Labyrinth game, he grinned and began pushing on the edges, watching the little silver marble fall into the holes. Or, more proper titles, "Oubilettes". He saw various items strewn about, nothing too interesting. After a while he decided to conjour up a peach rose, and he sat it on her nightstand for her to find.

He opened the drawer to her vanity and saw a small book. No, not that book. A little pink book, it looked like a journal. His painted eyebrow rose. He quickly glanced around, and made sure the shower he heard earlier was still running, and he absent-mindedly flipped through the pages, only to find it was...

Blank.

He smirked and put the book down, and layed down on her bed, waiting for her to return, falling asleep after a short while.

Sarah stepped out of the shower a few minutes after Jareth fell asleep, and began to blow dry her hair. Wow, these last few days have been fun. Who'd have thought she'd have to live with Jareth aboveground for a few months? He hasn't really been all that bad so far, she could probably get used to him. And he was a great dancer to boot.

She dried off and put on some shorts and a tank top, and went back to her room, only to find a sleeping Goblin King on her bed. She smiled. 'Why does he look so damn cute when he's asleep?', she thought to herself. Walking over, she brushed some rebelious hair out of his eyes. Tracing his jawline with her nail, she looked over every detail of his face. He was beautiful, she definitly had to give him that. She walked around and sat on the bed next to him, his back facing her.

Glancing at her nightstand she saw the rose. Peach coloured, her favorite. Raising it to her nose, she almost had to laugh, it smelled exactly like a peach. She looked at him and said in a whisper, "You know, if you're trying to impress me with your charms...it's working..." And she fell asleep next to him.

Several weeks later...

Sarah was ecstatic, she had made the lead role of Juliet! And Jareth got the part of Romeo, of course.

The past few weeks were eventful in itself, minus the countless rehersals for the famous pas de deux Balcony Scene. Sarah was getting along with Jareth wonderfully, much to her surprise. She had introduced to her family she was "seeing someone". Every day or so, Jareth would make himself known to the family, visiting during the afternoons, joining them at dinner and such. Sarah was slightly disturbed how well Jareth got along with her father. Richard Williams was not the type of person who allowed his baby girl to date boys...

Summer had long since past, and the Autumn was here, and beautiful. Outside there were trees with golden, brown and red leaves, a light, crisp scent naturally drifted around...cool breezes, and gorgeous sunsets. Autumn was always her favorite season. Not to hot, not too cold, and the scenery was almost magical...

Walking up to her room after dinner one evening, she saw a small note from Jareth. "Damn, he has good handwriting...", she muttered.

Sarah,

I went out for a late night-flight. And I know you know what special day is coming up, you can only expect the unexpected with me..

Always, Jareth

She smirked. How did he know about her birthday? She never told him...

Pondering if he could read her thoughts, and oddly enough, not even minding, she went over and grabbed the pillow off of Jareth's cot and held it close, inhaling deeply. Jareth's masculine scent still lingered on the red fabric pillowcase.

Trying to occupy her time until Jareth returned, she started packing her bags for the practices the next day. Setting her bags aside, and a fresh change of clothes for the morning, she delacately waltzed around the room, absent-mindedly practicing her dance while tidying up. Before long, she heard the ever so familiar sound of wings beating against one another. She smiled and opened her window, allowing the white owl to perch on her arm. She stroked his head lovingly, in turn he nibbled slightly on her lower lip in an affectionate gesture. Suddenly that beak turned into human teeth, and found herself looking into the eyes of the human form Jareth. She grinned, and kissed him ever so lightly before pulling back, and skipping to her bed. He groaned, "You are a tease, you know that?". She shrugged innocently.

Jareth snapped his fingers and reappeared in a poet-like nightshirt, and black breeches. He started to sit on his cot, when Sarah stopped him, "Wait..."

He looked up at her with eyebrows raised. "It is getting a bit chilly lately...", she began, "Do you want to sleep up here with me?" Sarah smiled shyly. Jareth grinned, "I thought you'd never ask..." The bed wasn't all that big, but all the more of an excuse to get closer to Sarah. Snuggling against Jareth's chest, and planting her head firmly udner his chin, she muttered sleepily, "Night, Jareth..."

Right at that moment he had the biggest smile he'd ever smiled in his life. "Good night Sarah..." As the two souls fell asleep at once in each other's arms, a strange magical force began to recharge itself faster and stronger than ever.

All right! Not the longest chapter ever, but at least it's a bloody chapter! Too much fluff? Oh well, I like fluff. Trying to stay true to the characters with that steamy romance. More dancing to come, and more holidays will too

Stacy, Goblin Mistress