DISCLAIMER: I don't own Labyrinth or any of the characters associated with the film. They are the property of the Jim Henson Company. I do own all other characters in the story (especially Maria, I've grown quite fond of her and her wriggling eyebrows). Also, I do not own Lindt Lindor truffles, they are presumably owned by Lindt. (Well, it's not to say I don't own any Lindt Lindor truffles…because that would be lying…but they will soon disappear into my belly and then I'd be telling the truth again…)

Jareth looked at Sarah and saw only sincerity. He stretched forward and brushed his lips against her temple. Instead of the shocked jump that he had expected, he felt her relax against him. Sarah wanted nothing more than to collapse into his shoulder and allow Jareth to comfort her with his warmth. She closed her eyes, inhaling deeply. Fairy dust. Fairies bite. Who cares? She finally shook herself from his magic. She realized it wasn't magic, it was Jareth. She looked at him tentatively. Falling in love was not an option. But, what if she had already fallen?

Sarah stood up from the couch and Jareth's eyes followed her as she moved back towards the front door. She bent down to pick up the bag she had brought in with her.

"I've brought you some presents," she said, smiling.

She sat next to him again, and dug through the bag. She looked at him teasingly, and he merely watched her. He was trying hard to hide it, but he was excited; a small part of his Faerie nature still present. She gripped the bag of truffles and leisurely pulled them out of the bag, eventually dangling them in front of his face. He looked at them, frowning.

"Truffles," he said with disgust. Sarah looked at him, and then at the bag. She repeated the action, completely unsure of what the problem was. He had wanted to try chocolate, and she had brought him chocolate. Silently she cursed Maria for taking away the Jersey Milk. It was simple and pure. Now she had a bag of moderately expensive chocolate that would take her months to consume.

"Although I have only been eating for a day, Sarah, I have found that I don't like mushrooms," he said quietly. "I have read about truffles." He said this as he pointed to a book about France. Sarah finally caught on, and a wide, easy smile spread across her face. It was Jareth's turn to be confused.

"Jareth, these are chocolates," she laughed with emphasis. "Not gross little mushrooms that pigs sniff up."

"Oh."

And, with that, he snatched the bag and tore it open with a grace Sarah had never seen. Of course, the only people she'd ever seen open Lindt Lindor packages were rabid, chocolate-loving fiend girls from beyond. Jareth didn't know what chocolate tasted like, and therefore had no knowledge of the urgency of the matter. He removed one perfectly round truffle from the bag and inspected it with scrutiny. Sarah couldn't help herself from smiling.

"Just eat it already!" she commanded.

Jareth shot her a sideways glance and popped the truffle into his mouth. He rolled it around, relishing in the melting sensation and becoming lost in the shock of sugar. He closed his eyes to better utilize his sense of taste. He shook his head, and peered at Sarah, who was watching him with enjoyment.

"I do not understand," he said in puzzlement. Sarah looked at him, eyebrows raised, expecting a question. Jareth frowned slightly, and avoided looking her in the eye. He was trying to think of how to say it to Sarah, human morality sneaking in. He finally conceded that there was no good way to say it, and if Sarah became angry, he would have to deal with it accordingly.

"In my experience, women tend to enjoy chocolate," he snuck a glance at Sarah, who was smirking slightly. "Sometimes more than other…specific….actions."

He finally finished and refused to look at Sarah. He was confused by the emotion; he had never felt ashamed of anything in his existence, least of all his experience with women. Somehow, with Sarah's expectant eyes on him, he began to realize that perhaps he should be at least aware of the moral implications of his past actions. Jareth looked up at her, finally, finding her laughing lightly, both at his embarrassment and his statement.

"Endorphins, Jareth."

"Endorphins," he repeated.

"Chocolate releases endorphins," she whispered to him, moving her face close to his.

"The same endorphins released," she paused, enjoying his discomfort on the subject.

"During sex."

Sarah stared at him knowingly, an amused smile playing on her lips. He narrowed his eyes at her slightly and frowned bemusedly.

"Hmph."

Sarah reached into the bag once more, producing the toothbrush and handing it Jareth.

"When you're done discovering chocolate, I'll show you how to use it."

Sarah started to head to the kitchen to make up something edible for dinner when Jareth's fingers lightly encircled her wrist. She stopped moving, her back to him.

"Sarah, you've given so much to me," he said quietly. "Without asking for anything in return."

Sarah's mind reeled. Ask for something in return? He'd given up being a Faerie and a King for her, what else could she ask for? That is, if he in fact had done so for her. She was about to ask him the questions that had been festering in her brain when he continued talking.

"May I do something very small for you, in return?"

As he asked the question, he dragged the fingers of his free hand across her palm delicately. Sarah said nothing, lost in the sensation. Jareth looked up at the back of her head, seeing only a hint of flushed skin hidden behind a curtain of ebony. He used his fingers to flatten out her hand, and moved his face close to it. Sarah could feel his breath caressing her skin; his long hair tickling her palm so slightly. She felt her heart begin to pound. How was he able to do this to her with the smallest touches?

Jareth dragged a finger along the top of her palm, just under her fingers. The sensation was nearly erotic.

"You are romantic," he said, his voice rich and intense. Had Sarah just heard him correctly? Did he just tell her that she was romantic? Her thoughts were cut short as he dragged a finger smoothly across a slightly lower section of her palm.

"Interesting," he breathed. He then started dragging two fingers across her palm, at first together horizontally, later separating: one continuing horizontally, the other dragging down to her wrist. Sarah inhaled deeply, trying once again to remain in control over her own senses.

"A strong sense of mind, but a cautious childhood?" he asked softly, his velvety voice delighting her ears. She sensed a tone of mockery in his voice, but it wasn't malevolent, simply teasing.

"From you, Sarah, how could I expect any less?" he laughed throatily, and Sarah felt herself smiling in response, although he could not see her face. She was forced to close her eyes and give into the sensations he was causing across her palm.

He continued to drag his finger down the vertical line on her palm, swooping across her palm.

"Ah, strength and enthusiasm, and," he paused glancing up at her, curious at her reaction. "An active love life."

Sarah showed nothing bodily, but internally she was drawn by his voice just saying the words. The words "active love life" coming from Jareth's mouth. Yes, please.

"Hmm, one marriage," he whispered, as interested in the information as she was.

Chuckling, he traced one more line on her hand. Sarah's eyes popped open. What was he laughing at now? Did she have sweaty palms? Because at this point, she'd have to say that her palm wasn't the only sweaty part of her body.

Jareth said nothing, and lightly kissed her palm, sending a new wave of ecstasy through her. Her hand instinctually closed from the unexpected touch, and she was drawn back to reality when her fingers gently brushed Jareth's nose. Sarah would have liked to swing around and kiss him madly, but she fought the urge because the question was burning inside her. She pulled her hand away and turned to face him, a natural blush of arousal across her cheeks.

"What did you see?" she asked. Jareth smirked at her lazily, indicating that he wasn't going to tell her.

"What?" she asked, irritated at his lack of response.

Jareth stood to his full height, causing Sarah to have to tilt her head back to look him in the face. He bent down, bringing his face close to her ear.

"You won't want in the bedroom," he whispered, sliding past her to the kitchen. Sarah was left breathing in heavily, staring at her couch. She scratched her eyebrow absently, and wandered to bathroom, shaking her head. Once in the bathroom, she stared at her reflection, embarrassed to find a girl smitten with lust. From fingers touching her palm. Telling herself to breathe, she splashed her face with cool water. She shook her head at her reflection once more, and noticed a pile of clothes in the corner of the bathroom. She frowned and scooped them up with one hand.

Sarah walked out to the kitchen. She wanted to ask Jareth her question; she wanted to know if he was here to stay, or if this was just another game. When she finally reached the room, she found him now chewing on an apple contentedly. The sight brought a smile to her lips, and she found that she could not bring herself to ask the question. She wasn't ready to hear the answer. Jareth stared at her hand, his brow furrowed in bewilderment. Sarah looked down at her hand.

"Oh, these are going in the garbage," she said, striding towards the garbage can. Jareth was startled out of his lazy stance, turning to her quickly, wrenching the apple from his mouth.

"What?" he cried.

It was too late; Sarah had already thrown his clothing out. She looked at him as though he were an unruly child, and stood in front of the garbage can with her arms crossed.

"You can't walk around up here in those clothes."

"Why not?" he cried, incensed.

"Because, Jareth, look around you! People don't wear frilly silk shirts and tight pants everyday!" she said, exasperated.

Jareth raised an eyebrow in defiance. "They did last night."

"Hallowe'en, Jareth. Hallowe'en."

Jareth stared at her, having no idea as to what she was talking about.

"It's a holiday where everyone dresses up as something they're not," she explained.

"Including under-dressed service people?" he asked, sincerely.

Sarah shrugged, laughing. "Sometimes."

"Well, that's not right Sarah," Jareth replied.

"What's not right?" she asked, unable to follow where he was going with this line of thought.

"You've always been a princess."

Sarah could not stop the slight smile that had begun to spread across her face, blushing again. Jareth looked at her in all seriousness. She shook her head to gain her bearings again.

"That's not the point! Things are going to change around here starting tomorrow!" she exclaimed, staring pointedly at his hair. Jareth frowned and touched his hair, understanding the look that she gave him.

"Certain things that worked for you in the Underground simply don't work for you here," she said softly. Jareth looked as though he was edging on misery, and Sarah was glad for it. That would teach him for seducing her with his fingertips. She bet he'd think twice before he did that again. But, on the other hand…

Sarah raised her chin defiantly.

"I don't have classes tomorrow, do you know what that means?" she asked.

Jareth's expression brightened. It meant that he'd have her in his company for the entire duration of the day, that's what it meant. Sarah smiled cruelly when he didn't give her a verbal answer.

"It means that we're going shopping."

AN: I am very ill, and it sucks very much. I will try to write another chapter today, but it may be an incoherent disaster…so, it may be a couple of days until I post again. I will try to post one tomorrow, I really, really will. Because I, myself, hate waiting for new chapters…it causes me to roll around in agony. But, I can't force the story either. Toodles, my little darlings.