Chapter 36 The long awaited chapter! I had to reread chapter 8 because it been a while since I had written it! Thank you to my lovely amazing beta Doctorreidisinthehouse. You rock!

I hope you enjoy this chapter! I also found out how to do line breaks it only took 36 chapters...yep.

Also found some the Labyrinth Funko's so adorable!

Sarah had waited for Jareth to finish his duties that couldn't be put off and Lydia had been tasked with looking after Rosalea for the afternoon, but now Sarah was looking at the peach as she sat on the bed next to Jareth, who had his arm wrapped about her waist. "Are you sure about this?" Jareth asked her for the last time, Sarah nodded.
"I'm sure' she told him. "I have to try, if I don't I'll regret it." "As long as you are sure," Jareth replied and kissed her forehead.

"Cheers. Let's hope this works!" she smiled as she bit into the peach.

It seemed all too familiar, even that taste was the same in her mouth as she chewed the peach. You could definitely taste the magic in it, so to speak. It wasn't a bad taste, but it wasn't what you would expect from any ordinary peach. It felt like a dream, she felt sixteen again and she momentarily forgot everything about her life at the moment, she was no longer a mother, a wife and a queen. It was all hidden in the back of her mind.

She was dressed in a ball gown she could only dream about, slightly reminiscent of Princess Diana's wedding dress, with the over the top sleeves and large skirt. She stopped in front of a mirror and looked at herself, pulling the layers of her skirt up slightly to reveal the crinoline and petticoats, her lace stockings and white heeled slippers. She smiled to herself, it reminded her of a costume party her mother had once thrown and let her go to on the condition that she wouldn't reveal herself to anyone.

She walked slowly into the ball room taking in the splendour and delight of somewhere she wasn't sure if she should be. The couples in dark corners made her blush as she ventured further into the room.

Then she spotted him in his sparkling, sequin bejewelled jacket, their eyes meeting across the room. She stares at him and he stares back before smirking and disappearing as a courtier passed in front of him.

She wandered through the room, flinching at a creature springing from a box as she scanned the room looking for her King, pushing her way through the crowd as people chased each other, laughing. Some were looking at her strangely as she made her way through the crowd, a human among fae was sure to be a rare thing.

She stood still for a moment trying to find him and almost instantaneously she felt a presence behind her, she turned around and almost simultaneously a large feathered fan moved aside to reveal his tall frame.

She gazed at him as he approached her, taking her into his arms and beginning to dance to the music. This was just like her dreams, her fantasies about the Great Goblin King; dancing in his arms. Her feet knew the steps despite never truly dancing in her life, but with his firm grasp on her waist and his hand laid gently upon hers, he lead her around the floor. She grew confident in herself, something she never truly felt. She was always too awkward and too strange in her ideas and ideals, she had managed to find area's where she fit in for school like drama and music clubs, but it was nothing like this.

No. She belonged here, she was her true self in this place she told herself as she straightened her back, looking down and taking in her body and how it looked in the dress and the corset that shaped her figure, the body she once desperately tried to hide from her classmates with large sweaters. Some said she was lucky to be the cup size that she was, but Sarah always found it unnerving how the boys would glance at them before glancing at her face. Jareth looked into her eyes, never focusing his attention on anything but her face even for a brief second. He was a true gentleman, even as he pulled her closer toward him, her skirts crushing around his legs, he kept moving along to the music in perfect rhythm despite the hindrance.

The heat of the room was getting to her as they twirled around, his voice singing in her ear the words of a love song which would become their song, something she would find out later down the line.

Twirling around, her skirts swishing around her and rushes of wind carrying them up as she spun in place. She found herself back in Jareth's arms, her cheeks flushed from the dancing. She straddled his leg as she felt herself fall back, his arm supporting her as her back arched, dipping her towards the floor. With his free hand he caressed her, his tantalizing touch ghosting down her neck over her collarbone.

She felt herself come undone in a way that she never experienced before. Even when she was in the back seat of Chris's car it was nothing like this. Her arms hung limply down by her sides, she couldn't feel the beat of her heart. She felt herself straighten up with his guidance, his hand moving up her back settling on her shoulder blades.

"My Queen," Sarah heard him whisper into her ear with a hot breath that gave her goosebumps before she once again found herself moving to the music pressed against her King in ways she had only dreamt about.

Staring up at him, she took in the glitter of his make-up, the faint shimmer of his Fae complexion. Those mismatched eyes, one so bright while the other completely taken over by his fixated pupil which bore into her as she looked upon him. Licking her lips self-consciously as he stopped in the middle of the music, pressing her back into the wall that she didn't realize she was standing in front of.

His kiss came crashing down, her hands finding themselves around his neck, into his hair that was tinged with blue, matching his jacket.

He looked down at her breaking the kiss, as she traced his eyebrows making him groan and she took the opportunity to kiss him once again without hesitation. With a flick of his wrist the whole place emptied, only the two of them left in the room alone. She heard him growl as she licked over his lips, biting his lower lip gently before his tongue invaded her mouth, marking its territory as it found its mate.

A feeling shot down her body, and a tiny husky moan from the back of her throat escaped as she pressed herself into him as close as her voluminous dress would allow.

Sarah pouted as she felt Jareth pull away from her, not noticing the effect she was having on him at the moment. She allowed herself be led over to an area full of pillows and chaises encased in canopies and what seemed to be fairy lights from hanging bobbles. She noted he chose a peach coloured chaise to sit on, pulling her into him and inviting her into a kiss, she settled herself next to him, her skirts splaying around them but never once breaking contact with him.

Her hands finding their way underneath his jacket, pushing it off his muscular shoulders before undoing the buttons of his waistcoat and playing with the elastic of his suspenders pulling them down over his shoulders as well. It wasn't until the jacket and waistcoat were thrown on the floor that her hands dived towards the opening of his shirt and the exposed skin that lay there.

He leaned forward, pushing her into the reclined arm of the chaise as his deft fingers undid the tiny buttons down the back of her dress, somewhere in the process he had taken his gloves off. She felt his cool skin trace over her shoulder blades as he moved to pull of the enormous sleeves off her one at a time, pulling down her bodice in the process.

Her breathing felt laboured and her breast felts heavy in the confinement of the low cut corset they were encased in. Looking down she saw Jareth give in to his desires and bury himself in her chest, kissing the pushed up flesh. Her hands ran through his hair, then down his neck and his back. Grasping at the silk and tugging it rather violently, making him chuckle while he kissed, licked and nipped at her exposed flesh, he then stepped back and let her pull off his shirt, raising his arms for her before watching her toss it aside.

"I am yours to do whatever you please with." Jareth told her as she looked at him beneath her lashes, she sat up and realized her skirts were too large to sit in his lap.

Sarah stood up, finding the placket of her skirt and undid the hooks and ties of her skirts, letting them fall in a heap on the floor. Standing there in her corset, white panties, stockings with gold bows on and garters that tied around her thighs.

She stepped out of the skirts and sashayed back over to him, straddling his hips she sat over him, feeling his hands fall over her hips as she kissed him passionately. She felt him pulling at the ties of her corset, loosening it so that there was enough slack for the top of the basque to come undone without help, finally letting her breasts fall free for his mouth claim them eagerly.

Her nipples hardened to stiff peaks from the heady combination of the cool air and Jareth's warm breathe, she panted, her head rolling back and her eyes closing as she revelled in the feeling. He pulled off the rest of her corset, tossing it aside leaving her practically naked except for stockings and pair of pants. Her hips ground against the very obvious arousal of the man she sat on, and even with her limited experience of the male anatomy, she knew it was definitely larger than the last one she had felt.

Finally it seemed Jareth grown tired of being teased, as he grabbed her ass and lifted her up, carrying her over to a mound of pillows and tossing her onto them gently before joining her. He crawled on top of her and she couldn't help as her legs fell apart naturally in anticipation. She felt him resting against her, his manhood pulsing and twitching beneath his trousers, her hands snaked down his chest as she kissed him, her tongue battling for dominance with his. His breathing hitched as she found her prize, groaning as she explored his length, squeezing it through the wool, before managing to undo the clasp and sneaking her hand underneath, only to find he wore nothing beneath and was greeted with the hard yet velvety soft skin of his pulsing member.

It was only a few moments before he grabbed her hand in one of his and held it over her head, roughly pulling at her panties with the other as she wiggled her hips, helping him pull them down. His long fingers dived into her slick flesh and she cried out as he found the area that was pulsing and begging to be touched.

"You are mine" he whispered into her ear, feeling him bite the lobe. Distracting her as he guided himself to her entrance, she hadn't even noticed that his pants and boots had disappeared with the help of a little magic. He pushed his way into her, stretching her as he did. Sarah both gasped and sighed at the feeling of him inside of her, he groaned and pushed further, looking into her eyes as he did. It was slightly uncomfortable for a moment when he was fully in her, but it was nothing like what she heard girls talk about in the locker room.

He started off slow, thrusting gently in and out of her, letting her become adjusted. She wanted more. More of what, she wasn't completely sure but her body seemed to know as her hips began to move of their own accord.
Sarah heard let out a cry as he held her tightly in his arms. She took the opportunity to nip at his earlobe that was close to her mouth and then kissed down his neck, dragging her teeth against him lightly. He growled and let go of her arms as he traced down the side of her body to her knee, he grasped it, hiking it up and holding it up around his waist.

Sarah found herself gasping at the change of the angle and the pace, an intense feeling constantly building with in her. That spot he hit that felt so good it hurt, her hands grasping anything in their reach. It was all getting to be too much as she felt his fingers once more toying with her. It was like nothing she had ever felt before, yeah she could make herself orgasm but it was nothing like this.

Her mind went blank, before she heard a husky voice telling her to 'Just let go,' her body felt like it had exploded at his words. Her breathing became more laboured before a cry escaped her lips, her back arched and her eyes pinched shut. She felt him thrust once more as she clenched around him before he too, let out a strangled cry like grunt and she felt him release inside of her before falling off to the side and kissing her forehead, her eyes closed and she fell asleep.

Sarah woke with a jump as the peach fell out of her hand, disorientated like the last time she had eaten one of Amira's peaches. At least this time she wasn't in a junk yard, but in her own room. She wriggled her toes around and stretched out her body as Jareth came out of the bath room.

"Well, that was a treat was it not." Jareth kissed her forehead. "You feel ok?"

Sarah nodded. "Just taking it all in, my god that peach made me into hussy."

Jareth shook his head. "The peach made you into the Queen that you are, maybe you didn't realize it back then. But I saw it, and I see it now when you're in court, or when you are in bed with me. You knew what you wanted and it gave you just that, just like it cut off before removing your memories."

Sarah nodded as she made sense of it. "I still don't understand how it truly works, I felt like my sixteen year old self. I thought like her, but yet I am here, even my body had subtle changes."

"It creates a sub reality from what I gather." Jareth answered her. "Or something along those lines. I'm not entirely sure how it works but we were together in that reality just like we are standing here."

Sarah nodded. "It was just great to not have to worry about nursing times and having my boobs leak." She laughed. "Which reminds me I should probably go feed the little goblin." She said looking at the time.

"I thought you hated me calling her that?" Jareth teased her, watching Sarah shrug it off and head to the nursery.

"One question though?" Sarah turned to him, Jareth nodded motioning for her to continue. "I know conceiving is a lot harder for women here, but I was mortal then, I know birth control options are not really a thing here. But dealing with mortal wished aways, you had to have some sort of idea in the back of your mind that it was a possibility."

"To be honest it had been many years since I had been with anyone, and I didn't even consider the consequences of you being mortal." Jareth told her, running his hand through his hair. "It's why I felt so guilty when finding out you were with child, even though I had been under the peach spell, I still should have known better. I still had most of my own mind unlike yourself. That is why I was so intent on righting my mistakes."

Sarah nodded and went over to him giving him a quick kiss. "And that is one of the reasons why I love you."

Jareth gave her a small smile. "And I love you."

There you all go! I hope I did it justice, I figured Sarah would concentrate more on details them maybe Jareth would have and what not.

As always let me know what you think! Tina.