Jareth kissed her back without hesitation, but grabbed her face in his hands and made her look at him when she started pushing at his shirt in order to get closer to him.

"Sarah," he looked down at her with hooded lids. "Have you changed your mind?" He wrapped his arms around her waist, her hair dripping little waterfalls on the backs of his hands.

She simply tightened her grip on his hair and pulled his mouth back to hers. Again Jareth got lost nuzzling her for a moment before leaning back while her mouth kissed along his jaw line. His head fell back on a groan. "Precious…? Are you giving up?"

She pushed herself closer to him and whispered against his skin "No," before looking up at him again.

Jareth's eyes darkened as he looked down at her; lightening flashed across the sky behind him.

"Then what are you doing Sarah?" He meant to push her away; to move her out of his personal bubble, lest she know what effect she had on him, but instead, pulled her closer.

"I'm living out one of my dreams. I wish the Goblin King would make love to me. Right now."

Jareth sighed down at her. He was breaking his own rule, now. He wanted her; wanted everything she was offering him and more, and he would have it. But he wasn't sure if he wanted it this way. She was cheating.

"Now, Sarah, you know I can't do that. It would be against the rules and you know it. Give up – tell me that you give up and you can have me." He leaned in again and placed soft kisses against her jaw.

"There are no rules here, Jareth," she said as she peeled the soaking wet sweater from her own shoulders and tossed it to the bench. "Just give me what I want, Jareth."

He didn't know how it happened, but he was now unbuttoning her shirt and sliding it down over her creamy arms. "I always give you what you want, Precious."

"I want more," she said on a shudder. Her shirt was tossed to the muddy ground behind her, and Jareth's mouth immediately went for her neck, all gentle kisses and tugs of the skin. He could never deny her anything.

They were in the muddy grass before either of them knew it, Sarah's hair matted to her face as she frantically tried to lift herself closer to him; Jareth's hand gripped on her hip pushing her down, away from him. If he was going to do this, it was going to be his way. He'd already waited too long to get here.

His kisses were rough and urgent, but he was in control – every time Sarah pulled him closer, he pulled away again. Finally she realized that he was the one in control of this situation and that they were moving at his pace.

His wet hair dripped water onto her chest as he placed small kisses between her breasts; she arched her back into him and sighed when he nipped at her. His name escaped as a pleading moan on her lips and all he could do was chuckle.

"Slowly, darling. This isn't just your wish, and since I'm breaking the rules for you – again – we'll do this my way." His mouth trailed a hot path down her stomach, and he was pleased to feel her stomach muscles ripple beneath his lips. His hands made quick work of her pants and he took a moment to savor the sight of her wet pants peeling back from her smooth legs, the dark pants giving way to the creamiest skin he'd ever laid eyes on. It wasn't long before she was lying there in nothing except the drenched black lacey set that covered all the places he wanted to be. There was mud on her hands and arms; not something he imagined he'd see the first time he took her, but the sight of it, her skin slick and wet from the rain, the primal look of it all, had her panties yanked down her legs quicker than he'd remember doing later. He pressed his thigh between her legs, rubbing against her as her head fell back with a groan; he made quick work of her bra.

He gave himself only a moment to savor the sight of her, naked completely to him; head back against the wet ground, eyes closed begging him – finally – to touch her. He obliged happily. He placed his hand on her belly, covering the expanse between her hips with his palm, and slowly slid his hand up her torso, between her breasts and up her neck to lock his hand in her hair roughly. He pulled her to him, his mouth right at her ear, nipping at it before he whispered, "What do you want, Precious?"

She opened her mouth, but nothing came out; he pulled at her hair again; tighter this time. "What do you want Sarah," he whispered to her again.

"Y-y-you. I want you."

He chuckled, his breath warm against her neck. "Yes, darling. That's quite obvious now. I'm afraid you're going to have to be a little more specific than that." He pressed his thigh into her again, quite pleased when she tucked her face into his neck with a moan of frustration.

"I want you to touch me." She arched her back into him and again his hand was on her hip, pushing her back into the muddy grass.

"I am touching you darling," he said with a grin. Begging – he wanted her begging him.

"Please, Jareth… I.. I don't know—" She trailed off as he dipped his head down and ran his tongue slowly across one of her nipples.

"Do you want me to touch you there, darling?" Her answer was another moan, and when he wanted, he could follow directions quite well.

He alternated between the two most perfect breasts he'd ever seen – and he'd seen quite a few in his day – pinching and biting, licking and sucking; Sarah was breathless as his hands inched further down her torso.

"Where else, darling? Here," he asked with a smile on his lips as his fingers slid up her slit. She almost came out of her skin.

"Yes. Yes, please Jareth…" Her body, already slick from his teasing and the rain, offered no resistance as he slid two fingers inside of her.

She came immediately. Jareth looked at her, licking his lips as he watched her come undone, unable to press his lips against her to steal the breath from her mouth. She kissed him feverishly, a woman possessed in his hands.

Her kisses slowed until he began moving again. She came for him again, once, twice…

Sarah knew what was coming next when he removed his fingers from her and, after licking each one clean, began to remove his own clothing. Her breathing hitched at the sight of him; the rain was falling harder now, washing away to mud from her body, though she had a feeling it wouldn't stay that way for much longer. The look in his mismatched eyes gave her a shiver; they were as bright and fierce as the lightning that lit up the sky above them.

He was over her, his skin finally touching hers; he hissed. The feeling was much more intense than he could have ever imagined. His hand slid up the length of her leg, adjusting himself in the cradle between her hips. One hand flat on the ground above her head, his other arm wrapped around her waist to lift her from the ground, he simply looked into her eyes. He kissed her gently, trying to work out whatever tension she was beginning to feel. She melted against him, her arms snaking around his neck.

"Have you ever done this before, Sarah?" Her face was buried in the side of his neck and a simple shake of the head told him all he needed to know.

"Well, Precious, this is going to be unpleasant for a moment, I'm afraid." She was tense as she whispered that she knew against his jaw.

Never one to prolong unpleasant things, as soon as she'd braced herself, he entered her in one quick thrust. She bit into his shoulder – hard – but never whimpered, never cried out.

Jareth almost lost all control of himself right there. Her bite combined with the feeling of finally being inside of her tested all the self control that he had. He wondered how long he was going to have to wait for her – not that he wouldn't (and hadn't) wait for her forever until she lifted her face to look him in the eyes.

"Do that again." His eyes searched hers, wondering if he'd heard her correctly. He slid himself from her and entered her again.

Her head rolled back on her shoulders, "Again. Harder."

Jareth didn't need to be told a third time. He entered her quick and hard, faster each time, until she was screaming his name, her nails scoring his back, her teeth at his neck.

He was no gentler with her. She'd have matching bite marks across her neck and shoulders, bruises on her hips and shoulders from where he'd gripped her tighter and pulled her closer with each thrust. Her scalp would be sore from his pulling it back to get his mouth on her, and she'd love every second.

They came together; the screams lost in the sound of the thunder that rippled and cut through the sky, and as they lay there, joined, wet, covered in mud and grass, Sarah muttered three words into his neck that changed everything.

"I love you."


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