A/N: Remember those chapters we had discussed? Well, since I have a feeling most of you are ready to bog me for my last campy little chapter, I've come to relieve your tension. Sort of. This is a mature chapter, intended only for a mature audience. this will not mess with the story if you'd like to skip it. Any movement within this little ditty will be skimmed over and explained in the next chapter. Feel free to skip it if you are not into steamy deliciousness!

MAY EVE

I believe in everything until it's disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it's in your mind. Who's to say that dreams and nightmares aren't as real as the here and now? ~John Lennon

Chapter 11: Passion

The snow had long since melted and the labyrinth was back to its normal mild weather. Sarah and Toby had been studying daily and when they weren't studying they were having their meals since all the hard work made them hungry. And when their days were finally done it was all the two of could do to fall into bed.

Unfortunately that was when Sarah would lie awake completely and utterly frustrated. She would see Jareth throughout the day here and there, usually at meals, and even - few and far between - they would steal kisses in private. That didn't seem to satisfy her anymore and she was wondering what, exactly, the Goblin King was up to.

They hadn't discussed their. . .relationship. . .or lack thereof. They simply were, and this didn't sit right with her at all. She didn't have much in the way of dating practice, but to her that seemed a bit odd. Wouldn't he suggest they date, or whatever it was called here? If they weren't dating, going out, exclusive, whatever, then he could be doing the same little things with another woman right behind her back. This aggravated Sarah to no end.

Why do I even care? So we've kissed, it isn't like he's made an attempt to make this thing more. I shouldn't be jealous, he has a right to do whatever he wants, he's not mine. Sarah pouted. Could it be possible that this was exactly the problem? She wanted him to be hers? She grabbed the sheets as tightly as she could and clenched her teeth together. She was as close to a screaming fit as she had ever been in her life and this upset her further.

I am acting like a child, she huffed.

She took a deep breath, held it until her eyes blurred and let it out in a whoosh. And I'm tired of always having to take care of things just to sleep. You would think I was just some silly hormonal teenager.

But it did feel good. And it did help her sleep, which she really needed since she hadn't in almost twenty-four hours. How could one man twist me up this bad? I should just wish him hear and force him to. . . She burst into a fit of giggles then.

"Yeah, right. Gee, you know I really just need you to be my play thing for the evening so that I can get some sleep. No strings attached of course. . ." Yeah, right. . . "I need a hobby."

~M*E~

Jareth could hardly contain his laughter, but he did not want to alert Sarah to his whereabouts, let alone the fact that he was avidly watching her. "Dear Sarah, my how you cause yourself infinite discomfort. All that needs to be said are your right words. . . And I will be your slave." He whispered to the crystal he held.

Thinking of all the ways he could cure her discomfort, he shifted under the sheets. His sleeping pants suddenly became a bit too tight for his comfort. He cursed the fact that he had decided to take things slow with the girl, let her move at her own comfortable pace. Clearly, she had no idea what she was doing, and in turn she was making it awfully difficult for the both of them. "Just say your right words!" He growled as he palmed himself with his free hand.

~M*E~

"Ugh! I need a cold shower. That might help, yeah. . . I'll go ahead and do that." Sarah said as she rubbed her legs together under the blankets trying to get all the friction she could. She stood and padded into her bathroom where she stared at the large tub. "Well, a cold bath might work, too. . ." She turned the water on, mixing hot with cold so that it wouldn't freeze her out, but would relieve the heat that seemed to be burning her up from the inside out.

She quickly undressed and sank into the deep tub, picked up a peach scented bar of soap and began to lather herself. Unfortunately, this did not seem to help as she soon found herself forgetting the soap and letting her hands move about her of their own accord.

She threw her head back and sighed as her right hand slipped through her folds and toyed with her most sensitive area as her other hand caressed and pinched her breasts. "Ugh, so good," she sighed.

~M*E~

This was unexpected, something he never would have thought he would see. It was one thing to imagine what Sarah might be doing under the mound of blankets on her bed nightly. It was a whole other to witness with such clarity, her pleasuring herself.

He gripped himself tightly and scowled as he flicked his wrist to remove his sleeping pants. Replacing his hand he imagined Sarah in its place. Her warm body covering him, gripping him, bringing him home as he kissed her neck, her breasts, nipped and licked eliciting moans and gasps from her as her warmth surrounded him, tightly.

It had been a long time waiting for her, and though he couldn't have her to himself yet, this was close enough. As he watched her come to her peak, screaming unintelligibly he quickened his movements, imagining her tightening around him, squeezing every bit of him as he watched her tremble above him. Watching her bring herself back down he made one more swift pull and growled low in his chest as he emptied himself onto his stomach.

"One day, Sarah, you won't have to do this alone. Just say your right words. . ." He sighed as he threw the crystal and set himself to rights with the flick of his hand.

A/N: Well eff me! That was pretty hot. Wasn't expecting them to go THAT far. . . sheesh! Excuse me while I go jump into the shower. . . *Whistles and stumbles away*