To all of you who reviewed, thank you so much. I'm ending it here, before it turns into nothing more than one problem after another and never stops. I hope you've all enjoyed it, and once again…thank you.

WARNING: Lemon! If you are under eighteen, or have moral objections to lemons, stop reading now!

The 'pinging' had worked. Sarah no longer did magic without thinking about it. She had progressed enough to please even Allana, who was the harder task master by far.

Well child, what will you do now? Everything has settled down to the point that Jareth doesn't even feel the need to constantly be at your side.

Sarah laughed out loud, grateful for the fact that she no longer had to worry about someone coming to kill her. "I don't know, teacher mine." Grinning wickedly, she chuckled low in her throat. "I think I'm going to show Jareth that staying by my side can have its rewards."

Allana's serene smile belied the amusement in her thoughts. You might be careful, child. You don't really want to give him a heart attack, do you?

"No, I think that would take all my fun away!" She turned serious. "Allana, I want to thank you. For helping me, for helping Jareth. For making sure I can defend myself, and not pose too much of a threat to the man I love."

Doing the unexpected, which she was soo good at, Allana rose and wrapped Sarah in a tight hug. "Child, you don't have to thank me. I actually care about Jareth, and have come to care for you also. I would have been around even had you not needed me." She laughed. "Now go take care of our King."

Sarah's astonishment turned to mirth as her teacher unwound her arms and planted herself back in the exact position she'd stood from.

She smiled to herself and went to follow Allana's advice.

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Jareth.

His blood instantly heated and pooled in interesting places at the sound of her thoughts. Her mind voice had gone low and throaty. Yes, my love?"

She smiled at the barely concealed hunger that she could feel flowing through him. I want you. Now. Can you pull yourself away from paperwork?

He nearly choked as she showed him exactly what she wanted: his mouth on her body, fingers diving into her as he licked and sucked her clit until she was screaming for more. For him.

Pulling himself into some semblance of calm, he told his ever-present aid to take the rest of the day off, and missed the smirk that passed the man's face. I'll be there momentarily, Sarah.

Good, because I'm about to start without you.

He actually did choke this time, and transported himself to their bedchamber without a moment's hesitation; afraid he'd miss something.

In the two seconds it had taken him to appear she had reclined against the headboard and begun lazily caressing herself. His breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight, and he was unable to move as he watched her hand trail from her breast to her center. When she hissed in pleasure, he made a tortured sound and finally broke from his paralysis; quickly walking over to her and kneeling beside her on the bed.

Sarah watched his eyes darken as he replaced her hand with his. She couldn't help the moan that escaped her as he gently slid one finger deep inside her and bent to take her mouth in a hard, possessive kiss. "Oh god, Jareth. More!"

Chuckling against her mouth, he moved to bite her throat, simultaneously pressing his finger deeper and rotating his hand so he could rub her clit with his thumb. His other hand trailed up her body to lightly stroke the sensitive underside of her breast before tweaking her nipple between his fingers.

Sarah tugged him until he was above her. She arched into his body, groaning as she felt his heat and strength against her softer curves. With a thought, his clothes disappeared, and she teasingly feathered her fingertips over his arousal. Her laugh was low and throaty as he moaned softly and bucked into her touch.

"Mmmm…wicked woman. You torture me."

Suddenly, her nipple was covered in heat and moisture, his mouth tugging gently until she gasped his name, and then not-so-gently. When her head swam and she couldn't think, he moved down her body, kissing and nibbling her stomach and her upper thighs before settling his mouth just above where his hand still moved.

She nearly jumped off the bed when she felt the heat of his tongue slide over her.

He slid another finger into her beckoning heat and groaned, sending delicious shivers through her. "God, Sarah, you're so damned tight. And you taste so good." Her breathy moans and writhing body took the last of his patience. He had to be inside her.

Opening her eyes, she watched his face as he crawled up her body. Etched in dark passion, eyes flaming, he took her breath away. She reached down to guide him into her, and they both growled as he slid home.

He thrust hard, desperate to feel her clench around him screaming his name. All he could see was her face; staring into his, eyes glazing over with her coming climax. She clutched his hips, pulling him harder against her. "Yes, Sarah. Come for me. You feel so good!"

She mindlessly writhed under him, arching her back and pressing tighter and tighter against him as she fought for her release. She was panting and moaning uncontrollably when he slid his hand back down her body and stroked her once…twice…she came on the third stroke, screaming his name.

Every muscle in his body clenched at the sound of her pleasure, and he drove into her one last time before his head exploded and he throbbed and came deep inside her clutching heat.

He stayed inside her as he moved them into a more comfortable position. "That was…incredible."

She giggled against his chest, her warm breath causing him to shudder and his hips to rock inside her involuntarily. "Jareth? There's something I should tell you."

Blinking, he searched her face for a moment. "How? When?" He couldn't keep his voice steady.

I cast the spell about a month ago, when things finally started to calm down. She smiled into his eyes. You aren't mad at me, are you?

Mad? No, Sarah. "I am ecstatic. I only have one question."

She couldn't help but moan when he hardened inside her and began to move again. She gasped when he once more took her nipple into his mouth, and barely managed to ask "What was your question?"

He spoke into her mind so he wouldn't have to take his mouth from its play. When are you due?

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A/N – I realize it's a little cliché, but I wanted to end it on a happy note. I hope you all enjoyed it! I know I did.