Sarah froze in the doorway and gaped at the man laying on her bed. She was painfully aware of the fact that she was wearing nothing but a towel and her hair was a wet mess, clinging to her face and shoulders. He gave her a considering look, his eyes raking across her face, down her near naked body, to her feet and back up again. She felt herself grow warm under his gaze. He gave her a half smile and Sarah felt an unwilling pull towards him. She kept her feet firmly planted and narrowed her eyes.

"What are you doing here?" She demanded. Jareth shrugged, making it look graceful, rather than awkward, and Sarah scowled at him. "You can't just come and go as you please," she insisted, her hands clenched into fists at her side, "this is my bedroom, I don't think it falls under your rule." Still he said nothing and Sarah crossed her arms over chest, growing irritated. "Seriously, get out." Jareth raised an eyebrow at her and sighed. He stood in one fluid movement and crossed the room.

"Sarah, dear, I am not going anywhere." He said, brushing his gloved fingers across her bare shoulders, she shivered at the contact, and hated herself for it. Sarah pulled herself from his touch and pushed past him.

"Well, you have to, because I need to get dressed, and I'm not going to do it with you standing there staring at me." She reached into her closet and pulled out a camisole before crossing to the dresser to get some jeans, she paused before pulling open her underwear drawer. She glanced at Jareth over her shoulder and groaned when she saw that he had leaned against the wall and didn't appear to be going anywhere. She yanked open the drawer and grabbed a pair of panties and a bra without really looking at them, wadded them up in her cami and walked back into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. She heard Jareth chuckle and she cursed him under her breath.

Sarah toweled off and unballed her panties from her shirt, she was mildly pleased to see that she'd grabbed red boy shorts, but grimaced when she realized that she'd grabbed the only black bra she owned. The camisole was white, of course, and her bra was going to be blaringly obvious through the thin fabric. Still, at least it would be better than no bra at all. She got dressed and ran a brush through her hair. She didn't want to leave Jareth alone in her room for long, so she decided to let it air dry. She gave her reflection a considering look before grabbing her makeup bag and applying some thin eyeliner and mascara, telling herself that she was not doing it for Jareth, but was doing it in case she decided to go out later. Satisfied, she stepped from her bathroom and her eyes widened when she saw that Tonya was talking to Jareth.

"…was really nice of you. I mean, more than nice. You're like a hero, or something." Sarah caught the end of Tonya's sentence and wanted to smack her. Jareth was smirking at Sarah and she knew that he would be reveling in the idea of being her 'hero'. "Sarah," Tonya started when she noticed her entrance, "you didn't tell me Jay stayed the night."

"I… um," Sarah began, stammering over her words, how did Tonya not see that this was Jareth and not Jay, "he, uh…"

"I slept on the floor," Jareth/Jay interceded, "you weren't home and I wanted to make sure that Sarah would be alright." Sarah's face flooded and she felt relief from not having to give explanation.

"Right," Tonya replied, with smile, "anyway, Sarah, I came in to tell you that the Bean called, they want to know if you can close tonight, I guess one of your co-workers is sick or whatever." Sarah sighed.

"I guess so, I'll call them back," she picked up her phone from the night stand and turned to Jareth, "first, though, I should see you out. I'm sure you have something better to do than hang around here all day." She stood there waiting for Jareth to stand up, he gave her a grin but stood up and started towards the door.

"Actually, I have nothing else to do," he said, but continued out the door and across the apartment to the front door, Sarah on his heels, "but I'll go. First, I wanted to give you something." He turned back to her and handed her a small box.

"What is it?" She asked, slipping the lid off the box, her eyes widened, inside was the necklace she'd returned to him the day before. "I already told you I can't accept this, especially now…" she trailed off, throwing a glance over her shoulder, Tonya was watching them from Sarah's doorway. She turned back to Jareth and started to hand the box back over to him.

Jareth did not take it and instead reached out to pinch a piece of her hair between his fingers. "It is yours Sarah," he leaned into her and whispered into her ear, "it has always been, and will always be yours." He leaned back from her and Sarah caught her breath. There was a look in his eyes that scared her. Yes, the necklace was expensive, any fool could see that, but she felt that he meant something more with those words. She cast her eyes to the pendant around his neck and then to it's match in the box she held between her trembling hands.

"Thank you." She said, and meant it. He nodded and opened the door behind him, turning to go. "Jar… I mean, Jay, will you, I mean can I…" She trailed off not sure what she was going to say and he smiled at her.

"Soon." He replied and disappeared around the corner.

Sarah stood there for a moment, she felt confused because she wanted to run after him. Instead, she stepped back into her apartment and shut the door. She turned to Tonya, who gave her a very serious look.

"Oh, Sarah, you are in trouble." Sarah nodded in agreement, she reached into the box and pulled the necklace out by it's silver chain.

"You have no idea." She murmured.