A/N: Warning: there's a little smut in this chapter.


Jareth walked to the hotel room with Sarah clasped to his arm. He should have been happy; truly, he should have. Unfortunately, he felt like the worst person in existence. Sarah meant more to him than anyone else. Here he was, taking advantage of her friendship.

Sarah began kissing his neck and cheek, "I can't believe we are officially married."

"The wedding was fine, but I cannot wait to celebrate our honeymoon," he purred into her ear.

"We are actually going to do this?" she asked.

Jareth led her to the bed, "I would love to, but if you're not ready . . ."

She sat on his lap and buried her head in his chest, "No, no, no. I just need a moment to get ready. This is all happening so fast."

"How about you take a nice warm bubble bath while I get things set up out here. How does that sound?" he said before capturing her lips. Sarah wrapped her arms around him.

"That sounds great," she whispered before kissing his nose. Sarah walked to the bathroom. Jareth took a deep breath, after she closed the door. He needed to focus. They had to have sex if the marriage was going to be considered legitimate Underground. Jareth made a few crystals and threw them across the room. Soon, the room was filled with lit candles and rose petals. It was beautiful.

Jareth pulled out some champagne from one of the cabinets in the kitchen and two wine glasses. Linda had gone through some Aboveground traditions with him. She told him what would be considered romantic for the average American woman. He was not horrible with women, but he would have never thought of these things on his own. This was their wedding night, so it had to be special.

He undressed and folded his clothes neatly. Carefully, he put the two glasses in one hand and the bottle under his arms. With a deep breath, he walked over to the bathroom and opened the door. Sarah's jaw dropped when she saw Jareth fully nude.

"Oh my! I don't think that's going to fit inside me," she squealed before covering her mouth. It was clear that she did not mean to say that out loud, but Jareth let out a chuckle anyway.

"Well, I guess we'll have to find out then, Misses King," he stated, admiring the way her entire body blushed.

Sarah brought her knees up to her chest, "I did not mean to say that."

Jareth set down the glasses, "They say communication is very healthy for a relationship. I say we are off to a good start. Care for some champagne?" She nodded quickly. He popped open the cork and the bubbles started overflowing. Jareth poured the drinks before it would make a huge mess. Sarah took the glass as soon as he handed it to her. He got into the bathtub and maneuvered Sarah so she was on top of his lap, facing him. Luckily, the bathtub was big enough to fit them both comfortably.

Sarah held up her glass, "To us?"

"To us," Jareth agreed while toasted their glasses. They intertwined their arms and drank. He thought it was a good idea to set the glass aside, and Sarah followed suit. All he wanted to do was make love to his gorgeous wife. His previous guilt was forgotten at sight of her body. Jareth held her closer and looked her over with dark intentions in his eyes. Sarah kissed him on the lips. His tongue begged for entry. Jareth put one hand on the small of her back, while the other one sought out her breast. He rubbed his thumb over her slippery bud. She began breathing heavily. His lips made its way down to her neck.

"Jeremy?" she called, pulling Jareth from his thoughts.

He kissed her lips once more, "Yes, love?"

"I don't think I'm ready. I mean, we've only seen each other romantically for almost two days. We are already married. I really like you , but . . ."

"I've only had a taste of you and I'm afraid I'm already addicted," he purred before kissing her neck again, "Let's just see how this plays out. I will not go any further than you want me to." Jareth was already hot and bothered, and he was willing to say anything to be inside her at that moment. His mind was taking a backseat while his libido was in full control.

Sarah looked at him bashfully, "You promise?"

Jareth pulled her in closer, "I promise." He gave her sweet peck on the lips before locking his eyes on her breasts. Her head fell back when Jareth began sucking on her nipple.

"I thought . . . we were going to take it slow," she gasped.

"My apologies," he whispered before running his tongue up the side of her breast slowly. She shot him a glare because they both knew that was not what she meant. Sarah moved his head up so his lips met hers. Jareth growled at her. He grabbed her bottom with both hands to press her body against his manhood. Her body turned crimson. Jareth took another sip of champagne. It was beginning to have an effect on him; Sarah was becoming more irresistible by the moment. This champagne was made by goblins, and if goblins knew anything, it was alcohol.

Sarah looked concerned,"Jeremy, maybe we should-"

"Take this to the bedroom? I wholeheartedly agree," he joked before Sarah shot him another glare, "I'm sorry, Sarah. You are so beautiful and so naked right now. I want to make love to you so very badly."

"Well, you're being an ass right now," she huffed covering her breasts, "This is my first time; I want it to be special."

Jareth head in shame, "I guess, I am just nervous . . . It is my first time too."

Sarah's eyes nearly popped out of her head, "You can't be serious. You're not a virgin. I mean, you're like old. Why?"

"I've never gotten around to it, okay? If you tell anyone, I will kill you. I will brutally-" Sarah kissed him, "massacre you. I'm not joking, Sarah."

"A thirty-year-old virgin? How corruptible!" Sarah giggled before getting out of the tub. Jareth wanted to die of embarrassment. He wished he had not told her that. She toweled herself off, while Jareth pouted.

He hissed, "You're a virgin too. I don't know why you find it so funny."

She took a sip of her champagne, "I just think it's cute. Now, come on, Lover-boy, let's go to bed."

"You still want to sleep with me?" he questioned.

"Yes, I feel much better knowing that the playing field is even," she taunted. Sarah took off the towel and ran off to the bedroom. Jareth's eyes lit up at the challenge. He rose from the tub and dried himself off. Sarah sprawled out on the bed in a seductive fashion. Everything was on display for Jareth to see. A lump was caught in his throat. His eyes met hers, and in an instant, he pounced. Sarah squealed in delight, when he started attacking her neck.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Jareth kissed down the valley between her breasts. Then he ran his tongue over her navel. Sarah stared at him with wide eyes, when he started go down farther. He kissed the folds of her lower lips, and Sarah began giggling even more. Jareth fought hard to give her a seductive stare, but he wound up laughing too. He buried his head between her legs, so he would not make eye contact with Sarah. This was serious business, and here they were laughing like two idiots.

"You can come up now," she chuckled.

"Hush, I am trying to be sexy," he growled.

Sarah jokingly frowned, "Oh, sorry." Jareth ran his tongue between her lips, flicking her sensitive bud repeatedly. He started sucking her and licking simultaneously. Once he got into a steady rhythm, she began gasping and moaning from underneath him. Her legs boxed Jareth's ears in. Sarah grabbed his hair and let out a piercing scream. Jareth had a goofy grin on his face as he climbed up her body. She was panting hard as he kissed her.

Jareth raised an eyebrow at her, "Not bad for my first time, eh?"

"That was only round one," she smirked, "I love the rose petals, by the way." Jareth let out a throaty chuckle. His cock was beyond ready for the next round. He grabbed hold of it and rubbed it against her clitoris. Sarah held him to her and kissed him deeply. Since it was too late to give his penis a pep talk, he just plunged in. They both gasped at the initial entrance. He went in and out of her for about thirty seconds before releasing inside of her.

He pulled away from her and sat down at the edge of the bed. Jareth buried his head in his hands in shame. When Sarah got her strength back, she crawled up next to him. She put a hand on his shoulder, and he moved away. Jareth felt humiliated. He could not satisfy Sarah like he wanted to.

"Jeremy, why are you pulling away from me?" she asked.

"You know why. Go ahead and laugh at me," he groaned.

She wrapped her arm around him, "No one's laughing at you. What happened is perfectly natural. We just need to practice. Now, come back to bed, Mr. Grumpy, I want to cuddle." Jareth looked back to her. Sarah sat on his lap and pushed him on his back. He moved up the bed, and Sarah moved with him. When he saw that he was not going to get rid of Sarah, he just held her in his arms until they both fell asleep.

Jareth felt something bump him in the middle of the night. It was a crystal. There was no doubt that it was from his from his mother. He grabbed a robe and took the crystal to the kitchen. "Hello, Mother, how are you?"

"Fine. How did everything go?" she asked.

"We're married," he told her.

Linda smirked, "I'm guessing from your state of undress that you have consummated the marriage as well."

He really did not want to go over the details with his mother and mother-in-law, "Everything went according to plan. Now the tough part is what to do with her. I can't just leave her here. I can't take her back to her father or the asylum, and if I take her Underground, she would hate me forever."

"A crystal? You're not Jeremy!" Sarah screamed in horror. He had not noticed that she was behind him the whole time.

Jareth crushed the crystal in his hand, "Sarah, calm down."

"I need my medication. I-I-I'm hallucinating again. I am. I'm going crazy," she began hyperventilating.

"You're not going crazy, Sarah."

She covered her mouth and cried, "Then you're not Jeremy . . . You're the . . . You're the goblin king." Jareth went to hold her, but she backed away.

He grabbed her wrists so she could not run, "Yes, I am. I'm the goblin king. Sarah, I love you so much. I never wanted to hurt you."

"Then why would you do this to me? You tricked me and you took my virginity!" she screamed.

"Sarah, it's a long story. I promise, if you calm down, I will tell you everything. Sarah please, I know it's hard, but I need you to quiet down," Jareth pleaded. Sarah screamed even louder and Jareth heard someone from outside the door. He made a crystal and quickly transported them into his bedroom, Underground. Jareth went back to being dressed in his full goblin king attire. His sheets were midnight blue and made of satin. He had an old oak frame and large area rug. There were two coffee tables and a cabinet.

She pulled away from him, "Where am I, Goblin King?"

"You're in my chambers," he sighed defeated, "You can get some clothes from the cabinet on the right. Get some sleep. We'll speak in the morning."


"No you need to explain things now!" she screamed. Sarah stilled when he ran his fingers through her hair and gave her a kiss on the lips.

"I apologize, Sarah. I love you, and I'm not sure if I will ever get to kiss you again. Please rest, love, it's been a long night for both of us," he responded.

Sarah slapped him in the face, "I hate you!" He grasped his cheek in pain before walking out. Jareth closed the door behind him. She jiggled the door and found that it was locked. "I defeated you once, Goblin King, and I will do it again."

She dropped down with her back to the door and sobbed. It was not fair. She knew that he was too good to be true. Jareth disguised himself as Jeremy to get in her pants. Sarah could not help but to wonder if he was Jeremy her whole life or just for the last two days. He was a monster. The man was truly sick if he thought he could prey on a young girl that was mentally ill. Was she really mentally ill though?

Deep down, she hoped that it was a bad hallucination. She hoped that she was back at the hospital strapped to her bed, while they stuffed medication down her throat. Sarah wanted to be anywhere but there. She did not want to be in the goblin king's room, naked, with his semen still wet between her legs. Her nails dug into her scalp painfully. How could she be so stupid? Sarah really thought that people could fall in love in two days.

The scariest part for her was that he still said that he loved her. Jareth did not go about and taunt her in a goblin king fashion. There were no "tra-la-la"'s and no stolen babies. He had to be getting something out of this, but what? She wondered if he was mad all these years because she turned him down. This could have been an act of revenge. He did not look vengeful, though; he looked heartbroken.