Chapter 10

What Love Is. Or Take your time.

The appropriate legal documents had been summoned from the goblin kingdom, and Jareth and Sarah had both picked over them with a fine tooth comb to make sure the other hadn't tried to pull anything. Fortunately neither of them had. Part way through this process their salads arrived. As soon as the documents were finished, they were copied via magic so both Jareth and Sarah could have one. Then the copies had to be gone over to make sure they were also was all above board. Thankfully everything went smoothly.

Sarah put her copy in the bag she had brought, and Jareth simply sent his away. After that there was a comfortable silent while they finally dug into their food, and felt reasonably safe drinking.

"I am curious Sarah," Jareth said, "what are your future plans for your enterprise? This shipping things between the Aboveground and Underground surely has more applications than just in the Bog."Sarah had to swallow before answering, "Expansion has always been a long term goal, but given current events, I'm not sure I cannot say how far in the future that will be."

Jareth was intrigued, and slightly confused, "Has my interference done a very great deal of damage?"

"Yes, but that is not why, it might have but since you are making it right it won't be a problem. There are other factors." Sarah said.

"Really? May I ask what they are." Jareth said.

Sarah stuck her fork into her salad, "You can ask, but I am not inclined to tell you, since it not really your business."

Jareth brow lifted, but he let it sit for the moment, "As you wish." He took a bite, and decided he had had enough strictly business talk, "So Sarah, I am curious, how many people did it take to open your portal to the Aboveground?"

"Just one, I did it." Sarah replied still with that cool edge to her voice.

Jareth gave a nod, he found himself not that surprised. Interesting. "That is quite an impressive feat. Even for a large group of accomplished people, ripping a hole between dimensions is very hard."

"So I am told." she replied.

He decided she could not be blamed for looking just a bit smug about it. He would be. "What made you put in the effort?"

"What do you mean?" Sarah asked, leaning back in her chair.

"What made, or compelled, you to put so much effort into The Bog of Eternal Stench? Surely there are other methods for you to get assistance to them, without having to rip into the fabric of our realities to get there. And why work so much in the Bog itself?" Jareth said. Tell me Sarah, what inspired you so greatly?

Sarah thought about that a moment before replying then gave a small shrug, "I saw an opportunity and I took it. I saw labor, I saw the raw materials, I knew I could get a market for cheap furniture. The benefits outweigh the cost of working with the stink, and we pretty much solved that problem with our clothespins."

"You took a calculated risk," Jareth smiled, then his eyes seemed to wander off into to space. "I have always admired and felt at ease around people such as yourself, though of late I will understand if I am not worthy to place myself among the ambitious, and great wheels of the world."

Here Sarah started giving him that strange look again, that at a glance was somewhere between confused and hostile. He allowed himself to smile with total confidence, then let his eyes wander over the couples on the dance floor.

He continued: "I must say, Sarah, I find your homeland's latest pursuit of space travel fascinating."

"It is," Sarah agreed still sounding wary and uncertain, "My peers and I have wondered if space travel is possible through magic," then in a more conversational tone, "Though personally I would rather travel to the bottom of the ocean."

"Really? You haven't wondered what it would be like to sail out among the stars like the ancient kings of old?" Jareth asked.

Sarah shrugged, "I wouldn't pass up the opportunity, but I would rather see the strange life, geology and artifacts, there then search huge masses of rock for it."

Jareth had to politely disagree, and this kept the conversation going well into their main course.

You have to take life as it comes sometimes, without worrying too much, just accept that things are what they are. That meant it was alright that Sarah was having a reasonably good time chatting with Jareth after signing a non disclosure agreement over assault charges, and there was no reason to feel guilty.

"You know I'm not quite sure I believe you." she said, amused.

"And why not?" Jareth asked.

Sarah shook her head, "Your Majesty, you have some interesting pastimes."

"You have no idea, Sarah." he smirked.

"I'm sure I don't." she mused, and had to physically keep herself from clucking. Did he really do that? Part for her said no, never, but after looking at him, another part said maybe he did. They were coming to the end of their food, and the mood was if not relaxed, lighter than it had been.

Sarah's eyes strayed around the room, quite happy with the way things were, so long as she didn't think about the trolls. She deserved it a night out, she decided, so tonight she did what she wanted to.

"Something on your mind?" Jareth asked, calling her back from her thoughts.

"I was just wondering if we might end this night with a dance," she said. It would be a good ending to the evening.

Jareth grinned, "I would be delighted."

They rose, Sarah slipped out of her suit jacket and put it on her chair back, then The Goblin King took her arm and led her to the floor.

They came in midway into a rumba song, and moved at a decent pace around the floor. They spun, stepped, rotated around the floor, each in their own thoughts. Sarah's thoughts were debating the idea of another body just laying beside her tonight, nothing more just being there and warm, against the fact that she really didn't need him there. She could and would make it on her own. Because that is what independent women did. Right?

Of course they were also driven to get the things they wanted, and didn't she deserve this and more for everything she had to do? She did, and just because something isn't going to happen doesn't mean she couldn't dream. Nothing really wrong in thinking about having him lay beside her.

Jareth spun Sarah, the two of them moving together, back and forth, around, and back, knowing what to do by just feeling and watching the others moments.

His thoughts at present were not as unholy as they could be, because something felt wrong in imagining Sarah in fairly compromising positions, it seemed disrespectful to her as a person.

Maybe they would just dance, and go about their lives as people, and someday kiss, and hold each other and have fun. But that day wasn't today, even if a good half of him still wished it was.

This calm feeling didn't last as long as it should.

The next dance was a tango.

There was something about moving in sync, going off of the other person's movements, which in this case were just a bit sensual. Sarah's pulse rate was up, and she felt feelings of arousal becoming more and more acute.

They moved to the count of eight, spinning, stepping, touching, she would twirl out from him, only to come back twice as close and have him lift her up and spin them around.

Sarah knew she should stop, her hormones were fast gaining power over her mind, coming up with ideas that wouldn't lead anywhere good – Or would they? Her train of thought suddenly shifted. It had been a long week, a long, terrible week. Wasn't she allowed her own private fantasies? Didn't she deserve to indulge herself just a little?

Yes, so long as it was only the dance. Her reason told her, she didn't know him well enough to go any further.

By the end of the dance Sarah felt blood pounding in her ears, and lower regions. There were butterflies in her chest. For a moment after they stopped, eyes locked, which didn't help the pounding.

Two powerful wills combined towards their masters desires.

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The next dance was a tango. Once it was done they both stood and drank in the sight of the other. Both of them suddenly feeling free from all concerns and needs, other then the need to be with the other. They paid and then left the building arm in arm. Their magic's imposed their will on the other, so they really just 'felt' what they were supposed to do, neither of them questioning that they were in total control of themselves.

They both got into Sarah's car, and she drove them to her home.

A/N: Hello, for all those who are still fallowing. I'm back, for now. My plans fell through with posting chapters often. I would like to thank all of you who are still with me, especially my beta. If you review I will send you a thank you, if you don't, I understand, thanks for reading my little fic anyway.

To: HonoriaGranger,

I'm not sure what is going on with the reviews, I know I can't PM you for some reason, and I'm not sure how I might get in contact with you safely otherwise. :( I'll look into the problem.