Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Labyrinth or any genius creation of Jim Henson. I do, however, wish that I had his kind of imagination!

~Sarah~

A fiery passion she had never experienced kindled itself inside her very soul. She couldn't explain it, but she knew that she needed him to be complete. She couldn't exist like she had for the last ten years. She was tied to him, and she knew it. She would take him up on his offer and he would be hers.

Her body acted without permission and leaned further into his hard chest. Without thinking she tilted her face up to his and brushed her lips over his.

She knotted her hands in his immaculate hair and pulled his head closer to hers. She broke the kiss only to rid him of his crimson-stained jacket which she discarded on the stone balcony.

Then he broke the kiss and whispered against her lips, "Come home with me." Her answer was another kiss.

"Marry me," she responded as his lips moved to the outline of her jaw. He raised his head to meet her eyes and raised an eyebrow.

"What?" he asked in complete surprise.

"You heard me," she said as she caressed his cheek. His response was quick and very obvious. With a feral growl he claimed her mouth. He tangled his hands in her hair and pulled her close, as if being separated would kill him. The taste of him drove her senses wild.

"Do you have any idea how long I've waited for you to say that?" He backed away a little and gave her a chaste kiss.

"Come with me to the city. We will be married straight away. I've waited long enough for you." He reached up and caressed her face with his gloved hand. Then he pulled her close to him and said, "Hold tight." With that he conjured a crystal and threw it at their feet, immediately plunging them into darkness.

~Sarah~

They materialized in the deserted throne room where Jareth had kept Toby once upon a time. Jareth released her from him and lightly kissed her forehead. "Give me a moment, I think we must change." He gave her his signature smirk and continued, "Don't fret, precious. Tonight will be the best night of your existence and mine."

He stepped away and crushed a crystal in his hands. He blew the shards at her and a beautiful dress, eerily similar to the one from his original masquerade, replaced her bloody clothing. While she marveled at her dress, he changed with a snap of his gloved fingers.

Suddenly, Sarah felt Jareth's chest pressed into her back. His breath was hot on her neck as he asked her, "Now, where were we?"

Spinning around to wrap her arms around his neck, she replied, "I think we were getting married."

He gave her his enchanting smirk and nodded, pushing her away slightly. "The ceremony is simple, no witnesses required. It's all before the gods, no one else."

"Good," she said eagerly as he pulled out of her embrace.

He conjured a crystal and crushed it in his hands, revealing a grand diamond ring.

"As I recall, rings symbolize marriage Aboveground, correct?" he asked.

She nodded and eyed the ring. It had to be at least a carat, maybe more. A beautifully-cut emerald shone in the center surrounded by a small diamond on each side. It wasn't gaudy, but it was simply perfect to match her eyes.

He used his teeth to take his gloves off and discarded them onto the floor. He took her hands in his and recited the oath that he had learned from his adoptive mother, just like every other creature had learned from theirs. "I, Jareth, King of the Goblins and Prince of the entire Underground, do take you to be my wife this day. I promise to guard your life as though it were mine own. I give my oath to be faithful even should temptation rear its head, and I will love you until the stars fall down from the heavens and beyond. Should the earth shake and lightning roar, I will never leave your side. I give you my oath: love me, fear me, and I shall be your slave." He slid the ring onto her finger and gave her an adoring smile. His eyes never left hers and they seemed to stare into her soul.

The same voice that whispered earlier spoke again. Repeat what he said, and he will be yours.

Without hesitation, she began to say the words that poured from her soul, "I, Sarah Williams, Champion of the Labyrinth, do take you to be my husband this day. I promise to guard your life as mine own. I give my oath to be faithful even should temptation rear its head, and I will love you until the stars fall down from the heavens and beyond. Should the earth shake and lightning roar, I will never leave your side. I give you my oath: love me, and I will be yours forever."

He took her right hand, and before she could react, he sliced it with a razor-sharp knife. He did the same to his own hand and pressed it to hers. Their blood mingled and her hand burned. It wasn't painful, but it was strange.

Then it hit her. A feeling of indescribable joy filled her heart. Their souls had been joined through blood and oath. They were bonded for life, and then some. The burn was replaced with waves of pleasure that rocked her whole body.

With his free hand, he lifted her chin and gave her a passionate kiss. He broke the kiss to whisper, "Come to bed with me, wife."

She didn't bother speaking; rather, she pressed herself against his chest and reclaimed his mouth with renewed vigor. He threw a conjured crystal at their feet and she opened her eyes to find them in his chambers.

In one corner, an ebony-wood four poster bed was covered with black sheets and furs. He caught her eyeing it and smirked. He kissed her with a ferocity that was unmatched, even from before.

Jareth led her to his bed and pushed her down onto the furs that covered it. "You're mine, Sarah. You've always been mine," he growled possessively as he claimed her.

That night, as Jareth worshipped her body, Sarah's dreams finally came true. The Goblin King, her Goblin King, had claimed her as his own.