A/N: I apologize for the wait. I hope this chapter is worth it.

Disclaimer: If I owned Labyrinth, I wouldn't have the student loan debts I have (read: I do not own Labyrinth…)

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Sarah and Andy walked out to their cars.

"Well, Sarah, before you make a decision, let me know. I want to say a proper good bye." Andy kissed Sarah's forehead not realizing what those words meant to Sarah.

Sarah whispered a goodnight and got into her car. Only then, she allowed her frustration and unease get the best of her. Tears fell from her eyes; a sigh escaped her throat; and her hands clutched her cell phone, wanting to call Toby. But it was well passed midnight, so her 10-year-old brother would be sleeping. The phone call would have to wait until tomorrow.

Sarah started her car and drove to her apartment. As per routine, she sat he purse and keys on the counter and backpack next to her desk. Instead of heading to change, her mind had her paralyzed to the spot. She couldn't move. Finally all alone to think. The silence held tight to her. Finally, she forced herself to blink out of the trance and begin her nightly ritual.

Andy's questions, and her own, kept playing on repeat in her head. What would happen in the Aboveground? Could I really part from everyone? Would I still have memories of this place?

Ultimately, Toby would be her deciding factor. She needed to talk with him. But she would talk with Jareth first. She needed the answers so she could answer them for Toby and Andy. She began to wonder how things were going with the latest runner and she thought of her time in the Labyrinth. How had she made it so far to defeat Jareth only to want him so badly now?

Sarah headed to her room to change into her pajamas. However, when she got to her room she felt eyes watching her.

There's such a sad love

Deep in your eyes.

A kind of pale jewel

Open and closed

Within your eyes.

I'll place the sky

Within your eyes.

That song nearly undid her in the Labyrinth and it still had power over her.

"No. You have no…" Sarah couldn't say the words even now. She knew he was there. Listening.

Without turning around, Sarah continued to change…but not to her regular pajamas. She knew he was watching and she was feeling brave.

Going to the dresser, she opened the bottom drawer, one she hardly ever opened. She pulled out a silk number with lace edges. She placed it on her bed. She turned on the radio and played some David Bowie, one of her favorite albums, Heathen. She tried to drown out the hypnotic tune from the ballroom…just for right now. She wanted to have him under her control.

Sarah's hands slid over her stomach and pulled her shirt over her head and let it fall behind her. She slowly unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. She put her hands on her hips and slowly eased the jeans down, bending over to get them to the floor and stepping out of them. She brought her hair up into a sloppy bun, allowing Jareth to take in the view of her nearly naked body. All that remained was her panties and bra.

Sarah kept her back to her window and unclasped the back of her bra. She held it in place, allowing the straps to fall as she trailed a hand down her spine to the hem of her panties then stopped. She let out a breathy hum of a sigh and let the bra fall to her feet. She could have sworn she heard a thud by her first-floor bedroom window but didn't turn to look.

The silky pajamas she chose were a gold color. The lace was stark white. She brought it over her head and allowed it to slip into place. The spaghetti straps rested on her shoulders. The neckline showed off her neck and upper chest, with a bit of cleavage. The gown, if that's what it could be called, fell just below her behind. The lace on the hem added a little length, but not much. There were little slits on either side.

"You can come in, Jareth." She spoke just above a whisper.

"You knew I was there, Precious?" Jareth appeared clearly now.

-Jareth's POV-

Jareth returned Aboveground. Victoria finished running the Labyrinth…unsuccessfully. She had fallen into the Bog of Eternal Stench and vehemently proclaimed that no baby was worth this mess. She allowed Jareth to keep Howie and he sent her off to a world of her dreams without removing the stench. She would be a queen somewhere with all the demands of such a life. She ruled over the Land of Stench that he had threatened Hoggle with before.

But now he was peering into Sarah's house, watching her. Taking in the beauty of his one and only champion. He watched her walk into her bedroom. He was accustomed to her routine and normal nighttime attire, but something was off about tonight.

Sarah played music. Songs he heard her listen to before. The gentleman's voice was smooth and provocative. He liked it. He made a mental note to ask Sarah about it. But all thoughts of that left as Sarah pulled out a gold slip of a, for lack of better word, dress. He got closer to the window while still remaining in shadow.

Her body swayed to the music and she slowly removed each article of clothing. Her hands grazed her skin. He could imagine tearing her clothes off, but he could also enjoy this show of sensuality.

He licked his lips as Sarah's fingers worked her trousers down to the floor. As she bent over slightly, he got a view of her backside…nicely taught and probably easy to grab and hold. There was his greedy side peeking through again. He wanted her and the feeling grew in his own trousers.

As her hands moved to undo her bra and allowing it to slip off, he had to grab hold of the windowsill, the only thing available to steady him.

As she slid the nightdress over her head, he decided enough was enough. Her power over him was overwhelming. He realized that more than her eyes could be cruel.

"You can come in, Jareth." Sarah spoke just above a whisper.

"You knew I was there, Precious?" her appeared clearly now.

"Your eyes…I could feel them."

"And is there anything more you can feel?" Jareth asked with a need growing even more inside him.

Sarah sashayed over to him; he was now leaning back against a wall, arms crossed, and lips in a devilish curl of a smile.

-End Jareth's POV-

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. It definitely felt good to write something non-academic. PLEASE review.