A/N:Trigger Warning for References to Non-Con and whorephobia

Sarah's hands covered her mouth as she shook her head, eyes locked on the bottle. She needed to get away. They couldn't know she was here. She couldn't let him trap her again!

"Wait!" The Labyrinth's voice cut through her panic. "And watch how he responds."

Sarah dragged her eyes away from the bottle that contained her personal hell and towards the man that, despite everything that had happened in the last few weeks, she was afraid would try to force her into it.

Jareth's eyebrows had shot up.

"Klibdus, do you have any idea how illegal that is? What the High King and the Council would do to you if they knew you had tried to get it, nevermind that you actually had it?"

"It's worth it. For you, for my sister," there was a lot of complex emotion behind that last word. Worry, frustration, confusion, love, a desire to protect, Sarah was familiar with them all as sibling herself. She felt some very unwilling sympathy for the man that wanted to drug her . "It was incredibly difficult, but I think you'll agree it was worth the effort."

"Effort wasted." Jareth frowned "It wouldn't work. I have no power over her, remember?"

"Believe me, Klio has complained about listening to you complain about that fact more than enough to drum it permanently into my skull." He complained about that? She'd known she couldn't trust him. ("Hush," the Labyrinth instructed.) "And I've also heard of her rumored immunity to all Underground poisons. Whether or not that one is true—you can never be sure, Klio has informed me that she is definitely not ten feet tall, nor can she breathe fire. Really Jareth, I can't imagine what you see in her—I have also found a way around that."

"Indeed?" Jareth asked, leaning forward, inviting Klibdus to continue. Sarah felt sick.

"Yes. If it was true about the Underground poisons, then I needed to use only Aboveground ingredients. Difficult, but doable. However, the 'no power over her' was much harder to bypass. After all, you are a monarch. There are very few creatures you have no power over. There are the Kings and Queens of other kingdoms. However, there are none I know as well as I know you. I would not trust them to not try to turn me into the council to gain favour. However, there are a select few Fae whom you do not have power over. Fae who will have practice doing complex magic with only Aboveground things."

"An exile," Jareth said, voice very flat. "You dealt with an exile."

"Brilliant, I know," Klibdus replied, smirking. "Of course, this only works because it is a potion. No magic is required to activate it."

"Brilliant, indeed," Jareth replied, eyes bright. He leaned forward and put out his hand. "Let me see it." Smiling victoriously, Klibdus handed it over. Jareth lifted it to eye level and regarded it carefully.

"He took the damn potion! What more do you want?!" Sarah screamed to the Labyrinth in her mind. She'd been right to not trust him. He didn't want her. He didn't love her. He did just want a fucking submissive whore. Being right shouldn't hurt this much, she couldn't help but think.

"Your patience," the Labyrinth snapped back. "I have watched him grow for two and a half thousand years. Now attend." Frowning and terrified, despite the Labyrinth's words—after all, She'd made it very clear how much She wanted Sarah to stay and be Her Queen. Would She side with Jareth? Force her to stay against her will? Jareth had no power over her, true, but everything she'd heard suggested that the Labyrinth was more powerful than him, so, did that mean— "This is not attending. And, besides, We want you as Our Queen, not what that love potion would make you. Now, attend." Fighting down all her terror, Sarah forced herself to actually listen to what Jareth was saying.

"—feel the power even through the gloves and container," he finished, considering it carefully. "Tell me, could you get me a second dose, should something go wrong with this one, or one dose be simply not enough to subdue her significant magical resistance?"

She wanted to cry. She wanted to scream. She held still and quiet instead.

"Now, Jareth, I'd like to think you wouldn't be so careless as to let something go wrong with the love potion. While A Midsummer's Night Dream is a wonderful play, and it would be quite amusing if you managed to tag another mortal— watching them destroy themselves at the command of the magic would be quite the show—the council did rule that love potions were illegal on even mortals, and it will be both of our necks on the line."

"I think you underestimate her powers, Klibdus, a mistake you shouldn't make, even once." He frowned, probably recalling all the castle repairs and Goblin City clean up that she'd left him with the time he'd made that mistake. "I've seen her eat Banshee's Call and be completely unaffected. There are things I could do to lower her magical defenses, but they are not exactly subtle. There's a risk she'd notice. A second dose would be so much simpler." Jareth threw a leg over the side of his throne, and let a gaze that seemed casual and disinterested swing between the potion he still held and Klibdus.

"Jareth, there are more than enough power enhancers in there to ensure that she will be your loyal, loving slave until long after you've married my sister." Sarah could hear the dismissive exasperation leaking into his voice.

"Nevertheless, can you get your hands on another dose." Jareth's intense eyes belied his relaxed pose.

"No. Probably not," Klibdus replied, frowning in annoyance. "And even if I could, the dose would be nowhere near as powerful."

"Excellent," Jareth replied, throwing down the bottle and smashing it on the floor. Standing, thunder in his face, Jareth stalked towards Klibdus. "How could you, who has known me for well over a thousand years, possibly think I would use this." Jareth looked like he couldn't decide if he wanted to strike Klibdus or strangle him. "This is the vilest form of magic. Even if I did not love Sarah, which I do, more than you could possibly comprehend—and the Sarah I love is the woman who beat my Labyrinth, my challenger, my champion, my equal, not some fucking submissive whore! To use this on someone, to force their word, that you would even—" he cut himself off, his hands twitching at his sides.

Sarah hadn't ever seen him this angry. Not even with Jet. She could feel the dark cloud gathering around him, just waiting to be used. She flinched back, afraid of what she was about to see Jareth do. Klibdus almost cowered before him. "Go," Jareth finally managed, holding his hands still. "For the love I bear your sister, I will not tell the Council of your actions. Now leave, and I'd suggest staying out of my sight." Eyes wide, Klibdus turned and fled towards the door.

"Oh, and Klibdus? Stay away from Sarah, or I can assure you—" his voice was soft, but his smile was one that had appeared in Sarah's most terrified imaginings "—you will live to regret it." With a wave of Jareth's hand, Klibdus vanished.

"Now, I believe there are some things you and my Lord need to speak of, yes?" the Labyrinth whispered in her mind. "I'll leave you two to it then." And Sarah felt the Labyrinth's magic unweave itself from her, leaving her alone in a room with the man of her dreams and the man of her nightmares. Funny, how they'd turned out to be the same person.

"Sarah," Jareth whispered, eyes snapping towards her as she faded into sight. His eyes widened, then he frowned. Finally his face went very carefully blank. "Stay away from that, it's dangerous," he said, tone and eyes guarded, as he pointed to the shattered glass and splattered potion by his throne.

"You think dangerous is a serious enough word for a love potion? Wouldn't horrific or even evil be more accurate?"

"So you heard." There was very little inflection in his voice.

"I heard enough to know that you might wanna rethink your taste in friends. Not that I wanna tell you who you can hang out with, I mean, I wouldn't react well to you trying to dictate who my friends are. Then again, none of my friends have suggested drugging you." She paused, frowning. "Well, except Toph that one time, cause she was annoyed at the lack of dirt she had on you, but Katara talked her out of it." A puff of air escaped Jareth in a small laugh and the corners of his lips turned up for a moment. Sarah felt herself relax a little at the sight. Perhaps this wouldn't be so hard after all.

"I also heard the part where you told him no." Another breath, for luck, for courage, for no turning back, "and the part where you said you loved me. Me, all of me, the me you have no power over, I heard that too. You've never told me you loved me before." She crossed her arms, leaned back and raised an eyebrow. "As a matter of fact, you still haven't. You've implied it, sure, and now I've overheard you confess, but I don't think that counts. I mean, I know 'what's said is said' is how you guys work, but it's hard to take comfort in that when you won't say it."

The transformation of Jareth's face from guarded to hopeful warmed her heart. Yes, it was time and past time for both of them to heal a little.

"In that case, Sarah Williams, allow me to give you peace of mind." He offered her both of his hands, and, fighting a smile and the voice in her head that still thought this was a trap, somehow, Sarah placed her hands in his. His eyes were bright, and his breath a little fast—she wondered if his hands would be sweaty if he weren't wearing the gloves. "I love you, She-Who-Should-Be-Queen, Champion of the Labyrinth, Ruler of my heart," he smirked a little as he said it, but what was said was said and there was no going back now. Not for either of them. "Sarah, you are the woman I love, the person with whom I want to spend the rest of my rather immortal life with, the partner with whom I want to raise our children—inevitable arguments about parenting styles and all. I want to wake up next to you every morning, and stand by you and marvel and support you as you continue on the journey to become the person you will be. I love you, Sarah Williams, with all my heart."

"Well." Sarah blinked at the conviction in his voice. He really did love her. It really was time and past time for them both. "I just want to say, this doesn't change my decision on marrying you, I still won't agree without the negotiations, but, I think I'm ready." She stepped in towards him, and leaned up to kiss him, soft and slow and sweet. "Really, the only question left is," she leaned back a little and winked at him, "your bedroom, or mine?

He gaped at her for barely a second, but it was more than long enough for her to decide it was a good look on him. She wanted to make him look like that again. But too soon the gaping was converted to something between a smirk and a smile that Sarah decided she liked just as well. He gripped her hands a little more tightly.

"Oh, mine, Precious." He released one of her hands, summoned a crystal and dropped it at their feet. Sarah blinked and when she'd opened her eyes again, she found herself in Jareth's bedroom. "My bed is bigger." He smirked.

That it certainly was. This might be the third time Sarah had been in this room, but she'd never really bothered to look around before. The two previous times she'd been...otherwise occupied. It was quite a spacious room. There was no closet, but she bet at least one of the doors along the wall lead to a walk-in-closet. Probably more than one, knowing his taste in clothes.

There were plenty of bookshelves around the room as well. That was all she'd really had time to notice, before Jareth's lips caressed the side of her neck. At some point, she'd actually look around, but that, she decided firmly, could wait. She leaned back against him as his hands slid around her waist, holding her close. The whole time, he never stopped teasing her neck. Her hormones were right, she decided, as she let out soft moan. It had been way too long since she'd done this.

"Sarah," he whispered into her ear, before trailing a slow line of kisses down her neck. Too slow. He held her tenderly, lovingly and—and—and it wasn't what Sarah wanted. It wasn't what she needed. She wanted to heal, to move on, yes. But she also wanted to lose herself in this. She needed to be so overwhelmed that thoughts of Je—of what had happened couldn't interfere.

She turned in Jareth's arm to face him and reached up and kissed him. She pressed her lips against his, her urgency bleeding into the kiss. She clung to him and let her hands explore him in turn as she poured herself into that kiss, pushing everything else away.

Eventually, they ran out of breath and pulled apart. Jareth looked at her with dark, dark eyes and raised an eyebrow.

"Eager, aren't we?" he asked.

"Yes." Sarah gave him a shove and he fell back onto his bed. Good. Him in bed was better. And besides, he was gaping at her again and she really liked that look on him. It switched quickly to a look of indignation mixed with a sort of smugness. Even if he wasn't used to getting pushed into bed, he didn't seem to mind. She got on the bed and straddled him, before going back to kissing. The kisses were starting to get more and more heated on his end too. Good. Sarah felt she could drown in these kisses. It was what she needed.

His mouth tore away from hers and he rolled them over and started kissing her neck again, this time more frantically, if just as skillfully. His tongue teased at her pulse point and his teeth nipped along her collarbone and she whimpered. It was good, it just wasn't enough. The sound she made encouraged him, and one of his hands moved down to tease her at her waist. If she was in her normal clothes, this would normally be around the time in the proceedings where she took off her top, but, no. Today of all days she'd had to decide to wear a complicated dress that it would take a miracle to get her out of quickly.

A miracle… or magic.

She closed her eyes, feeling for the place she kept her magic and pictured the dress crumpled on his floor (for all it was a gorgeous dress, she couldn't help but think it look better there) and herself no longer in it, under Jareth on his bed. It was a good image. Not wanting to be exhausted after, she tried to keep her magic in check. Not a lot, just enough to get her mostly naked. At least the image was easy to keep clear in her head. She almost had it—

Then Jareth ground down against her and the magic swelled in her. It spilled out and away from her, doing her will. It felt better this time. She wasn't really afraid, even with the loss of control. But nonetheless, the feeling of using her magic did call up the memories. The knife. The blood. The fear. The pain.

Jareth froze above her, and the sudden stillness brought her firmly back to the present.

He slowly raised himself off her and remarked with an unconvincing calmness, "You know, Precious, it is considered a little rude to remove your partner's clothing with magic without even asking first." It was then that Sarah realized that, not only had she managed to remove her dress, she'd gotten rid of Jareth's clothes as well, leaving him in just his underwear. She hoped she'd managed to land all the clothing on the floor. She'd thought they'd all look better there. "Though as you are still just learning magic and the outcome of this is such a pleasant one—" he took a long moment to look down her now almost bare body, eyes lingering on the places still covered by cloth, and then smirked up at her. "I'll forgive you this once."

Jareth. Almost completely naked. Sitting above her. Sarah decided she could get used to this. The only problem was he wasn't touching her… Well, that could soon be fixed. She propped herself on her elbow and reached over to run her fingers down his finally bare chest. His eyes fluttered closed and he practically purred as she let her fingers trace out the lines of him.

"Thanks," she deadpanned. "You're too kind."

One of Jareth's eyes cracked open, to give her a very half-hearted glower.

"Really, Sarah—" Sarah's hand slid from the skin of his abdomen to cover the half-hard shape of him through the cloth. His head fell back and as she started to rub her hand against him through the cloth, and he began to swell. He rolled off of her to lie on the bed and let out a low, guttural moan, continuing to harden under her hand as she kept moving. She sat up in turn to look down at him. Her Goblin King laid low before her, arching slightly into her touch. For the first time in a week she truly felt powerful, felt in control. She'd missed this.

She stopped stroking him and moved her fingers to the waistband of his underwear. She hoped they'd stretch enough to come off. Did the Underground even have stretch fabric? She decided they must, given the way his pants had looked painted on, and didn't have any fastenings she'd ever noticed. Unless he got them on by magic? Her fingers slid easily under the waistband. Stretch fabric was a thing after al—

Jareth's hand grabbed her wrist, vicelike. Her head snapped up to look at his face. His eyes were so dark, his muscles taught.

"My turn," he growled, before quickly flipping them so he was on top. Sarah gasped at the sudden movement. Before she'd even settled fully on the bed, he was dancing kisses along her jaw, down her throat, across her chest, but never crossing the boundary of her bra. Damn Fae git. Why did he have to pick now to get all aware of personal boundaries!

She whimpered and futilely tried to direct him to one of her actual breasts. He, however, seemed to very content teasing just the skin she'd exposed with her spell. Bastard.

"Jareth," she practically whined as he once again kissed just along the line of her bra.

"Yes, Princess?" he smirked up at her between her breasts. She was reminded of the morning, his head between her legs. Things had felt so much simpler then. Easier. Then, she'd wanted to enjoy it. Now, she wanted to lose herself in it. She grabbed a fist full of his hair and glared at him.

"More," was all she said.

His smirk widened into a genuine smile. This wasn't about conquest. He gently slid a single finger just under the edge of her bra.

"If I may?" he asked, smile confident, eyes hungry yet patient.

"Yes." It was all that needed to be said.

As his smile turned joyful, she felt the power surge out of him and her bra just melted away. Sarah blinked down at her now exposed breasts, before narrowing her eyes at Jareth.

"That bra better be unharmed. It was one of my favorites."

"Bra? Is that what those things are called?" He kept talking before she could reply. "Not to worry, love, it's on the floor with the rest of our clothes." He sat partially up and moved his hands to cover her breasts. Skin to skin, she arched up into his touch. He shifted so his thumbs toyed with her nipples. Electricity shot through her and she moaned. He bent his head and started to toy with lips and tongue and teeth, making her writhe. All the while, his mouth would switch between her breasts, the other hand would keep toying and teasing. Sarah let herself get lost in the sensations, let them push every other thought out of her head. Thumb of one hand circling one nipple, on the other, a sharp pang of teeth, quickly soothed by his tongue. His free hand was supporting him above her. Still supporting himself, he moved up her body. One hand tangled in her hair, he kissed her passionately and tenderly all at once. He pulled back far enough to look down at her.

"You're beautiful, Sarah Williams, and I love you." The truth of his words blazed out from his eyes. She felt them hit her, like the heat from a burning building. She reached up and pushed him over, away. He fell back, next to her, a concerned frown on his face. Sarah ignored his expression and climbed on top of him, bending down to kiss him fiercely. She had a lot of emotion to pour into that kiss, and she did. She let her hands explore his chest, his shoulders, run up to tangle in his hair to change the angle and deepen the kiss.

When she pulled away they were both panting, eyes hungry. She slid down his body and ran her fingers along the edge of his underwear. Her head close to his body, she looked up at him. "If I may?" she echoed him. Eyes locked with hers, he waved his hand and his last piece of clothing disappeared.

Sarah looked down at him and smirked. Well, the pants certainly had not lied. She wrapped her fingers around his base and started kissing along his length. A groan slipped between clenched teeth and he twitched in her hand. She smirked. It had been a lovely sound, and she needed to make him make it again. She started moving her hand up and down as she wrapped her lips around him. His hips twitched up as let out a grunt. She started moving her head up and down and his hands formed fists in the sheets.

"Sarah…" he panted. She started moving faster, losing herself in the rhythm and the sounds he was making.

"Sarah, wait!" he growled. She stopped, frowning up at him.

"My turn." he growled, taking her by the shoulders and guiding her up. Smirking, she hooked her thumbs in her underwear and started sliding them off. It was nice to be with a partner who understood taking turns.

They'd traded places, him between her legs, her looking down at the Goblin King, cloud of soft white blond hair tickling gently at the inside of her thighs, looking at her with an absolutely reverent expression. His fingers gently opened her, spreading her wetness and making her insides tense up. He drew moans and whimpers from her as he skillfully moved his fingers and studied her reactions, his bright blue eyes attentive and curious.

And then he bent his head and started teasing her with his tongue and she was gone. It was all so intense, building her up and up and up, but he wasn't giving her enough to tip over the edge. She was so close she could almost taste it. Fucking Bastard. She needed more .

She drew up all of her willpower, and reached down and tugged on his hair. He pulled away from her, looking both confused and smug and unfairly good. He licked his lips and she shivered.

"Yes, Pet?" he asked.

"Kiss me." And suddenly he was on top of her kissing her, and he tasted of her and she was kissing him back. After a few moments of reveling in the kiss, she grabbed his shoulders and, with a slightly modified version of a move Katara and Zuko had taught her in training, she found herself on top of him, straddling him. Good, but not quite enough. She bent down and kissed him. It was a passionate, sloppy kiss, of two people who just desperately wanted each other.

He twitched beneath her, and suddenly it was just right, and she slid down onto him. They both moaned, and held still in that one, perfect moment. Then it was passion and movement and holding on for dear life. She was so, so close, whimpering with sensation. Then Jareth slid his hand between her and stroked her with the rhythms of their thrusts and she was gone. She cried out as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her. She collapsed against him as he slowed slightly, helping her ride out the waves of the orgasm.

He gently rolled them over and started picking up the pace of the thrusts again. Sarah somehow found the energy to meet his thrusts, as he covered her neck with kisses. He was tight as a strung bow, above her, his thrusts irregular. And then he melted against her, radiating warmth and contentment. Sarah reached up to run her hands gently through his hair. He propped himself up a little, saying:

"I really do love you Sarah Williams with all my— Precious, what's wrong?" He frowned down at her.

"What do you mean?"she replied, confused. This was the first time in a week she'd felt truly relaxed and safe. The orgasm had seemed to take all of her anxiety and fear with it.

"Precious, you're crying," he replied, pulling out of her and lying beside her. She missed his warmth.

"Don't be ridiculous," she scoffed, hand flying to her cheek as she turned to face him. "I'm not…" But her cheek under her hand was wet.

"Sarah, I'm here for you, you can talk to me and I'll listen." He didn't ask what was wrong. She suspected he knew.

"I—I keep seeing, Jareth," Sarah said, the words feeling pulled from her as the tears came more freely. "I keep seeing his eyes and I can feel the knife. Nerda did an amazing job, there isn't even a scar, I've checked. There isn't a mark on me, I survived but I keep getting dragged through it over and over again…" She was crying in earnest now. "Every loud noise—I try not to lean on walls—I wake up from nightmares every night and I thought I was going to die and I'm just so scared all of the time!" Jareth opened his arms to her and she grabbed him and held on as she cried and cried and cried. He held her gently, rubbing her back in slow, soft circles, doing his best to comfort her. He spoke words in languages she couldn't understand, so she could hear his voice and know she was not alone as she cried for the first since Jet had tried to kill her.

They stayed like that until she had cried herself out and still lay in the warm circle of his arms. They fell asleep like that, too, the Goblin King and She-Who-Should-Be-Queen. A Fae furious at how the world had treated his lady, and a woman who was tired of being afraid. Jareth and Sarah. Two people in love.

A/N: Hey guys. Sorry it's been almost an entire year. It's... It's been a long one. There was a death in the family and sickness and... Well, we're all getting through :) But yeah, I'm sorry this has taken so long.

I'm really really happy with how this chapter turned out. And I really love these two characters. They've come a LONG way in 6 weeks. So far in this fic, only 6 weeks. Crazy, huh?

ANYWAY, THEY FINALLY KNOCKED BOOTS (Pika is an inspiration to us all). Thank you to all of you who have stuck around and waited for this to happen. I know my little brother has been after me about this scene SINCE I STARTED WRITING TSHP. Seriously. THREE YEARS of every chapter being responded to with "Great chapter sis, but when will they have sex".

I hope you guys enjoyed that scene. It was nice to get that out and both of them healing.

I hope to see you all in significantly less than a year!

See you next time with the next chapter of

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