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Authors note: Reviewers, I give you all virtual kisses.

Answering a few questions:

Bookfang: My chapter names are very randomly selected. There is no rhyme or reason to them. It's literally whatever I'm thinking at the time. Chapter 2, Fun and Fancy Free… that actually is an old Disney movie and since I was getting ready to make the move to Florida that is where that one came from. Chapter 3: Paint me a picture, that one actually came from nowhere. That chapter just happened to be about painting which is something I had not originally intended. Chapter 4: A Tisket, a Tasket, A Hoggle Sized Basket, I actually had the nursery rhyme (a tisket, a tasket, a green and yellow basket etc..) stuck in my head. The inclusion of Hoggle came by surprise. Chapter 5: Queenie, Queenie, Jareth's a Meanie, again this one came from nowhere just something I thought of right before I posted the chapter. Chapter 6: Red, Red Robin Comes Bob, Bob Bobbin' Along, is a song from the 1920's. It's a catchy little tune that I sing quite often. I just happened to be singing it right before I posted the chapter which is when I write the chapter titles. Chapter 7: We're Chicken Noodles: this one is actually an inside joke between me and my brother. When I worked at Cedar Point, we used to call our bosses chicken noodles. I have no idea why. It was probably to make fun of them, I'm sure of it actually. We used to say the big heap chicken noodles told us to do this. Chapter 8: Strolling through the park one day.. is actually a song. I'm not sure where it originated but I first heard it on an episode of I Love Lucy.

Chapter 9: Oode-a-lolly, oode-a-lolly, golly what a day

*Two months later*

Sarah stared at the King of the Goblins who stood on a platform in front of three mirrors across the room. He was being fitted for a new outfit for the welcoming ball. His posture was perfect, as always, his silver blonde hair streaked with blue was hanging down his back. He wore incredibly form fitting, tight silver pants with a deep plum colored waist length jacket, an off white lace shirt underneath. Completing his ensemble were the brown leather gloves and black knee high leather boots.

Staring in the mirror as the royal tailor took his measurements; he used the time to regard his bride. She sat with a few of women in the castle. Her nearly waist long brown hair hung in gentle waves down her shoulders. Currently, his queen was wearing a dark purple dress made of brocade silk, it laced with a matching ribbon down the front, the sleeves ended in a flare at the elbow. She chatted idly, smiling when it was polite too and laughing at their quips. Her eyes had an uneasiness at the corners. She glanced up at him catching his eyes in the mirror and looking quickly away. Something was different with her, he could tell. Ever since they had returned from his parents she had seemed more guarded around him.

"How are you getting along with His Majesty?" Hannah, one of the ladies of the Goblin court, asked Sarah quietly with a quick glance towards the male monarch to see if he'd given any indication to whether he'd heard. Hannah knew she was treading on dangerous ground asking personal questions about him when he was so close. It had been two months since Sarah had come to the Underground marrying the Goblin King.

Sarah also glanced at him. Rule number one with Jareth was "do not discuss our private life". However, Sarah felt she needed to speak to someone. She really didn't have any friends in the Underground. She really didn't know anyone well enough to call them her friend except, for her husband, inside the castle. "Fine, I guess."

"Just fine?" Hannah questioned with another glance at the male monarch. She hoped the man was treating his Queen well. Sarah seemed to be in good health. She'd been talking to Sarah for the last couple of days. The King usually had his Queen with him but rarely spoke to her or acknowledged her. He'd always just say 'come Sarah' when he changed rooms.

"He isn't one to sit and talk by the fire. He has been cordial enough. He answers all of my questions, lays out my clothes and tells me good night. That is pretty much the extent of our relationship." Sarah said pathetically thinking of just how lame her relationship with the King was even though Sarah desired it to be more. Admittedly, she was actually being a bit bland about their relationship. They did on occasion joke with one another especially when they were alone. However, other than the occasion jab they didn't really talk. Any dreaded baby talk was banned, not officially more mutually, after they'd returned from the High Castle. They hadn't spoken about it at all which Sarah was eternally thankful for.

"Oh," was all Hannah said before changing the subject. She'd noticed the King watching them his expression sour. She was afraid that he'd over heard them. "So, what are your plans for the Welcoming Banquet? It's kinda silly that you have to plan it even though it's being held in your honor."

Sarah sighed. She thought the same thing. When Jareth had told her that she'd be planning her own introduction, she'd thought it fastidious. He'd huffily informed his wife that it was her job as Queen to play hostess for all the castle's affairs. Just as Sarah was about to answer her, Valentine walked through the door. Sarah frowned. She'd been fortunate enough to have avoided the woman for the past couple of weeks. During dinner, Sarah didn't even look towards that direction of the table. Something that hadn't gone unnoticed by Jareth.

He'd noticed right after they had returned from the High Castle that, contrary to what he believed, the two women in his life seemed to generally dislike each other. The first time he'd noticed had been in the library when Valentine had entered. Sarah had dropped her book, smoke metaphorically pouring out of her ears as her face reddened with anger. Valentine had gone out of her way that day to run into the couple.

A few days earlier, when Valentine entered the gardens where Jareth and Sarah were having lunch, Sarah had been seething, accusing her of sabotaging their picnic.

Sarah nibbled on a strawberry that she had selected from the various assortments that were laid out in front of her. She'd requested this lunch as a way to escape the stuffiness of the castle. She was still on a "probationary" period of her "little stint with the dwarf" as Jareth callously referred to her day at Hoggle's. He'd willing obliged to have lunch with her outside.

Four goblin guards stood at the four corners of the garden to guard their King and Queen as they ate. Jareth relaxed with his long thin legs stretched out in front of him as he lay on the large blanket that covered their picnic area on the ground. His head rested on his arm as he looked out over the flowers of the garden. It was the most relaxed Sarah had ever seen of her husband except for when he was sleeping. And yes, she mentally admitted she had watched him sleep.

She heard the guards welcome someone into the garden and twisted her upper body around to greet their guest only to take a harsh breath trying to keep herself from snarling. Valentine lazily waltzed into the garden area. Her eyes searched the grounds before landing on the pair. She smiled as she strutted her way towards them. Jareth, having noticed Sarah's defensive posture, sat up to see who had come into the garden. He smiled as he saw his lover approaching.

Sarah glanced at her husband noticing the joyous smile on his face. Her eyes narrowed angrily. Why couldn't he look at her like that? His aura had brightened fifteen shades since that trollop had entered the garden. Jareth stood offering Valentine his hand to help her get seated. He was thrilled to have the two women in his life sharing this beautiful lunch together. He turned his attention to Sarah and was shocked to see the murderous look on her face directed at Valentine.

He glanced at Valentine equally as shocked to see her grinning wickedly like she knew the cause for Sarah's anger.

"You don't mind if Valentine joins us do you Sarah?" Jareth asked as he tried to figure out what the possible cause for the animosity between the two women could be.

"Yes, actually I do," Sarah ground out through gritted teeth. Jareth looked at his wife again surprised by the venom in her voice. The Queen glared at the woman in front of her. Valentine turned hurt eyes towards her King which Sarah scoffed at.

"I only wanted to join you for lunch, Your Majesty, I didn't mean to cause trouble," Valentine purred innocently as she batted her lashes towards Jareth. Again, Sarah scoffed.

"Yes, you did," Sarah barked as she crossed her arms over her chest. "You always do. You are nothing but a trouble maker and a whore."

Valentine eyes flashed dangerously. Sarah grinned evilly. Good she'd stuck a nerve. "You can't talk to me like that," Valentine said angrily.

"I'm Jareth wife which makes me the Queen of this kingdom. You are under my rule. I can call you whatever I want," Sarah bit out, throwing her title into the fae's face.

"You foul little-" Valentine began before being cut off by Jareth.

"Valentine, do not forget your place. Sarah is right. I don't understand where this animosity is coming from. I had hoped the two of you would be friends. Sarah, you could learn a great deal of things from Valentine," Jareth said as he glanced between the two women. He realized that any hope he'd held for the two becoming friends would likely never happen.

"I don't want to learn anything from the likes of her," Sarah said coldly.

"What do you mean?" Jareth asked still generally confused about why the pair couldn't get along.

"Forget it. Just keep her away from me, Jareth. I don't want to look at her. I don't want to be in the same room as her. If you are still insistent on keeping this little tramp in the castle then keep her the hell away from me." Sarah shouted as she fled the gardens.

Jareth watched his wife go. She almost seemed jealous.

*Later that night*

"That wasn't really fair what you said to Valentine this afternoon," Jareth said as he removed his jacket to prepare for bed. Sarah stilled in her undressing and whipped around to face him. Her face wrinkled in anger.

"Excuse me? It wasn't fair that she interrupted our lunch." Sarah bit out angrily. She couldn't believe the nerve of this man. Didn't he realize that his relationship with Valentine was killing Sarah? Ever since they'd returned from his parents Sarah couldn't shake the feelings that had been brought on by his kiss. She was head over heels in love with Jareth and the fact he didn't return her affections, even in the slightest, was a sickening blow to her heart.

"She only wanted to join us Sarah. That wasn't a big deal." Jareth said trying to reason with his wife. His original hope for peace between the two women in his life was never going to happen. This fact really upset him. He was beginning to realize there would be no peace between them.

"Yes, Jareth, it was a big deal. She just waltzes in on our lunch, overstepping her boundaries. She treats me like garbage, she disrespects me. What kind of a message does that send to our subjects? Besides, that was our time together."

"We spend all day together, Sarah." Jareth said trying again to reason with his wife. Her face was set in an angry line. He knew this face, he knew this face very well. This was her stubborn Labyrinth face as he affectionately called it. The face she used when she wasn't going to budge an inch on how she was feeling.

"And you spend all night with her. I am your wife Jareth. I'd like to spend a little alone time with my husband," Sarah said suddenly defeated. She sunk down into the bed and wiped angrily at her face. She would not cry damn it. She would not let him see how much his words and actions upset her. In a last desperation Sarah locked herself in the bathroom until the tears passed.

Jareth frowned as he glanced at his wife before turning his attention to his mistress. He really didn't like when the two women were in the same room. He'd actually warned Valentine about seeking the Queen's company after that dreaded day in the garden.

As Valentine sashayed into the room wearing a dark plum gown, Sarah couldn't help but feel jealous. This was the woman that her husband currently had an intimate relationship with. The Goblin King and Queen had not been intimate since their wedding night. They shared a bed every night but Sarah slept as far from her husband as possible. The jealously Sarah felt made her blood boil. The rage inside her almost consumed her. She hated the red headed fae. She was also tired of fighting her for Jareth's affection.

Hannah tsked as she watched the harlot flirt shamelessly with the King. It angered Hannah even more to see the King flirting back especially in front of his wife. Jareth and Valentine had been lovers for years. Therefore, it really hadn't surprised her when Sarah told her he'd refused to give her up. She glanced at her Queen. Sarah was watching the exchange with a disgusted look on her face absent mindedly twisting the diamond ring on her finger.

Jareth caught Sarah's eye once again in the mirror not surprised to see her angry. He cleared his throat dismissing Valentine.

"Your Majesty, after your fitting you must take a turn about the garden with me," Valentine said in a sing song voice as she touched his arm causing the King to smile widely at her suggestive tone.

Sarah, who had looked away from the exchange thoroughly aggravated by the nerve of this woman, snapped her eyes back to her husbands. He'd promised Sarah the afternoon. He was going to take her on a riding lesson.

"Jareth…" Sarah started in a warning tone. Valentine and Jareth's both turned to face her. The fae woman regarded the Queen with murderous eyes. He watched his wife for several seconds as if weighing his options before turning back to Valentine.

"I'm sorry, Valentine, but I promised Sarah I'd take her for a riding lesson this afternoon. Perhaps another time," he apologized before the tailor called his attention back to the fitting. Mentally, Sarah recorded her victory with glee.

"Of course, Your Majesty," Valentine replied coldly curtsying before walking away. As she passed Sarah, she gave her such an unfriendly, childish look that Sarah thought the woman might stick out her tongue. "Your Highness," Valentine spat before walking out the door.

A few minutes later, Jareth was finished with his measurements. "Are you ready to go, Sarah?" he called over his shoulder as he put on his jacket. Hannah took her leave promising to catch up with Sarah later leaving the two monarchs alone.

"Yes, I'm ready whenever you are," Sarah told him as she rang her hands together anxiously. She hadn't been on a horse in years. When Jareth told her she'd be expected to ride, she expressed her concern and he had offered to teach her.

They'd been riding for about two hours now and the insides of Sarah's legs were utterly sore. She was sure she was going to have bruises on both her inner thighs. They'd stopped again for a picnic lunch. This time, however, they were far from the castle and there was no chance for the infuriating Valentine to interrupt them.

Jareth once again was lounged lazily in the grass. His lithe body stretched out as he rested on his elbows. He watched out over the landscape, his eyes constantly searching. Sarah took a bite of her apple and chewed thoughtfully.

"What are you looking at?" Sarah asked him. He did this all the time she realized. His eyes very rarely focused on one thing.

He took a deep, casual breath before he answered. "Nothing, everything. We are the monarchs of the Kingdom, can't be too careful."

"Do you honestly think we're in danger out here?" Sarah asked feeling a little unsettled by his answer. They'd come out here without guards. She started looking around the field too now worried.

Jareth glanced at his wife and realized his words had upset her. He smiled then reached over to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. Something he'd been doing a lot lately. They'd been married for almost three months now and they were much more comfortable around each other.

"Don't worry, Sarah, I wouldn't have brought us out here unguarded if I didn't think I could handle anything we might encounter alone."

Sarah relaxed a little at his reassurance then grinned. "We're doomed. You're so wimpy you couldn't protect me from a bunny rabbit, fairy boy."

Jareth looked offended, his mouth hanging open before he grinned too. Lighting quick, he pinned Sarah to the ground, his body on hers pressing her into the ground. Sarah gasped in surprise at the sudden movement and her body flushed as she became aware of the contact their bodies had made.

"I am not a fairy," Jareth bit out faking anger. Sarah put her arms on his chest ready to push him off even if he was supporting himself with his forearms. Their lower bodies were pressed together, a sensation that was slowly driving Sarah wild.

Sarah laughed causing Jareth to break his angry persona and grin like a mad man. Sarah snaked her arm out from underneath his to brush away the hair that had fallen into his face. Jareth's grin fell and his face immediately went blank. Again, his eyes were the only part of his face that showed any sign of emotion with their mismatched intensity.

They stared at each other for a few moments before Jareth began to lean his head towards her again. When his lips were inches from hers, Sarah felt him begin to pull away again. Determined Sarah closed her eyes and quickly lifted her head causing their lips to crash together. At first, they just laid there with their lips pressed together. Then as if ignited the kiss became fiery. Jareth let his full weight crash down on Sarah wrapping his hands behind her head pulling it closer to him. Her hands ran up and down his back and she smiled as he shivered under her touch.

Just as Sarah was beginning to enjoy herself Jareth rolled away leaving Sarah feeling cold, confused and a little exposed. She took a moment to catch her breath and to fight back the tears that were threatening to spill over.

"Is there something wrong, Jareth?" Sarah asked as she sat up pulling her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around her knees as she rested her head against them. She blinked her eyes a few times.

Jareth sat with his back towards Sarah taking a moment to compose himself as well. He turned to face her again smiling reassuringly. "I made a promise to you, Sarah."

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Sarah laid next to the Jareth listening to his steady breathing as he read. She had her back to him. She was incredibly nervous. Tonight was going to be the night, she'd decided after what had happened in the field today. She was going to offer to try for a baby. She was ready she realized today. She'd wanted him so badly, loved him so much, that the only natural step she could think of was to complete their bond and produce a heir. Even if he didn't love her in return, she knew he respected her and cherished her friendship.

She only hoped she worked up enough courage before he decided to quit reading and go to sleep.

Trying to be courageous she rolled over to face him. He glanced at her and smiled before returning to his book. The first night Jareth had picked up a book and began to read before he went to bed had sent Sarah into a fit of giggles. Who would have ever thought that the big scary Goblin King with all his wild hair, seductive outfits and glittery pompousness would like to cozy up with a good book before going to sleep? If he ever put on a pair of glasses she'd die.

Sarah reached a hand towards him intending to initiate the intimate encounter but lost her nerve half way there choosing to run her hand idly on the satin sheets instead. He glanced at her again suspiciously before returning once again to his book.

Sarah shifted nervously moving just a fraction closer to him. She tried, unsuccessfully, to be seductive. Instead of sliding gracefully to glide over the sheets, she'd felt the wrath of static cling as the satin sheets bunched up hindering her movement.

Jareth closed his book and placed it on the night stand before giving her his full attention. "Is there something wrong, Sarah?" he asked fully aware that something was up. Sarah swallowed. Damn. She thought. So much for seduction.

"Um," she began nervously inching closer to him. "I think I'm ready." She spit out quickly hoping he'd understood what she said and feeling utter ridiculous.

His eyebrows shot up past his hair line. He had not been expecting that. They still had only been intimate once even though they'd been married for three months. His eyes searched her face then made their way down her body before meeting her face again. Her face flushed red under his sultry gaze.

"Ready for what?" he whispered inching closer to her. The light in the room had dimmed. No one had touched them but Sarah had a sneaking suspicion that Jareth had done that one on his own. Since he'd been in bed already he was shirtless and she could feel the warmth radiating from his body.

"To try for a baby," she said quietly as her breath caught in her throat. He was so close to her now. He smiled warmly before moving the last few inches to meet her lips. He pushed her back into the mattress kissing her a little more forcefully. His hand cradled her head pushing back her hair. He pulled back leaving her breathless. He could feel the rise and fall of her chest underneath his own. She was incredibly flushed.

Slowly, almost painfully slow, he trailed hot kisses down her throat. His other hand moved its way up her thigh causing her nightgown to rise with it. His hand paused on her hip as he leaned in to claim her lips once again. She mewed in protest when he backed away causing him to chuckle.

He placed his hands underneath her nightgown. She put her arms in the air as he pulled it over her head and then went in for another kiss. She shivered as the cold air hit her naked upper body. Jareth felt an urge come over him. He pushed her back on the mattress pressing his naked upper body against hers. He once again trailed down her neck, shoulders, chest. He kept his hand on her neck and pushed gently as he bent down and took one of her breasts in his mouth.

She gasped in surprise and again in pleasure. Her body writhed under his. He looked up at her with such fire, such intensity, such passion that it took her breath away. He came up for another kiss laying his body fully on top of hers. As his lower regions pressed against hers she became painfully aware of how much he was enjoying this and how ready he was to further their encounter.

Deftly, Sarah grabbed the waist of Jareth pants and pushed causing the Goblin King's eyes to narrow in surprise as he paused in his lavishing. Sarah mirrored her surprise when she felt his fingers brush the hem of her underwear before he pushed them down her thighs. She winced as he hit a sore spot caused by the horseback riding earlier. His eyes brightened in recognition and he gently removed her underwear then his own pants.

They were both fully naked now. She ran her eyes up and down his body. Her body ached in anticipation. He moved to kneel between her legs. He put a hand on either side of her hips and kissed her hip bones, her belly button, the top of her pubic bone She looked down the length of her body. He knelt before her. She could tell he was ready. He moved to kiss her again and she felt him hit her but not enter. It sent shockwaves throughout her body. He kissed her hard and passionate. He held himself on his forearms.

"Ready?" he whispered gently in her ear.

She nodded her head and opened her legs in response. He pushed himself slowly into her. Both emitted a soft groan. She looked down the length of their bodies to see them conjoined as he found a steady rhythm.

She had never felt anything like this before. So worshipped, so needed, so passionate. So much desire. His breathing was coming out in shallow gasps. She moaned softly. He would occasionally lean down to kiss her but for the most part he just kept his eyes locked on hers. His rhythm started to lose control. His breathing was becoming more ragged. She tightened her legs around his back as he drove himself deeper. He was losing control but fought to hold on a little while longer. He closed his eyes trying to control himself. She reached up and touched his face pulling him down to her. He opened his eyes again and momentarily were wild. She cupped his face and put her mouth next to his ear.

"Jareth, I'm ready, let go," she said and kissed him. He lost control gasping and moaning into her mouth. She felt his body shudder just as she let go as well. She felt him spill deep within her. She spasmed around him causing him to groan. He kissed her again. His breathing was shaky as he collapsed on top of her unable to support himself any longer. He laid his head down on her chest fighting to get his breathing back to normal. His face glistened with sweat. She put her hand on top of his head and held him while he regained composure.

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HOLY FUDGESICKLES BATMAN THEY DID IT! Like, I know right? I hope this makes all of you very very happy. And two chapter is one day… how lucky are you guys? Ha! That's only because I had most of this chapter written already before I changed my mind about what number it was going to be. I hope you all enjoyed it and please review!

Oh an also, if you see any mistakes let me know because it is right now 12:49 am and I'm a little tired.