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Jareth knocked on Sarah's door. "Sarah?"

Nothing.

He kept on knocking. If he did it long enough, it would piss her off enough to answer the door. "Sarah? Open the door."

He knocked some more, a little louder this time. "Open it. NOW!"

He nearly fell forward when she yanked the door opened. Sarah was in her nightgown and a silk robe, folding her arms. "What?"

Jareth looked at her with snark clear on his face. "Oh, so you weren't ill?"

"I never said I was." She snapped. "I said that I didn't feel well."

"So, because on a whim of your feelings, you decide you want to change everything?" He scoffed. "Just as you did when you wished Toby away?"

He knew he shouldn't have said it, but his pride and arrogance made him do so. He could almost feel her breath coming faster onto him.

She wanted to slap him. That arrogant look on his face would be so easy to swipe off.

But she had never resorted to violence, and she wouldn't start now. Especially when she wanted to show that she was better than him.

She turned away and walked to the window on the other side of the room.

She just stared at the moon, wishing that she could enjoy it. She hoped that he would go away, but he did not. He came into the room and she knew that he stopped behind her.

"What game are you playing this time, Precious?" Jareth's voice seemed to diffuse all over her.

How dare he use that old term of endearment with her with such sarcasm?

She turned, not giving a shit anymore. There were tears of sadness, of regret, of love, deep in her eyes.

Jareth was taken aback by her tears.

"Game? Is that all I am to you?" She put a hand on the wall. "All you think I'm doing?"

She threw her hands up in the air, laughing dryly. "Games are your thing, Jareth. I only played them because that's how YOU operate."

"How dare you?" He seethed. "All that I did was for you."

"NO it wasn't, and you fucking know that!" She closed her eyes and put her hand on her forehead.

It was time for this to end. To end this game of trying to pretend they didn't care or to do something just so the other person would react or act a certain way. Time to tell him exactly how she felt, since there was nothing else at stake.

Maybe he would see her as weak, as a loser for being so honest. But she already lost him months ago. What else did she have to lose?

Before he could speak she spoke first. "I still love you."

It was more powerful than any binding spell that anyone could've conjured up. Just like that, Jareth was speechless.

"I loved, and STILL love you with all my heart." She wiped a tear off. "Is that what you want me to finally admit? That I've been thinking about you this whole time? I wanted us to work out. I know I'm not perfect but neither are you. You keep bringing up these things from my past to hurt me, things that I told you because I trusted you to not use against me. Things like how I'm embarrassed at wishing Toby away."

She turned around, sitting on the window sill, gathering her robe to her body. "I admit that I'm a bit jealous that you're able to move on and I haven't. That every date I've been on these past few months have ended before it could go anywhere, not even a kiss, because I see you everywhere. I'm jealous that you can easily find some new pretty thing to bed."

She wiped a few more tears off. "I know I shouldn't care, you can do whatever the fuck you want, I'm not your girl anymore. I will say that I am disappointed at your lack of tact and decorum. Why even ask me to accompany you to the Water Sprite Queen's wedding if you'd rather be with someone else? Don't tell me it's because I was invited. I could have gone alone. Or you could have fucked that woman AFTER dinner. That's why I don't feel well."

She stood. "You win, Jareth. Here I am, admitting that I love you more than anything. That doesn't mean that I'm going to crawl back to you or beg. My will is still as strong as yours. But I'm sick of having to act like it's strong to not say how I feel, that being vulnerable and sensitive is weak."

Jareth couldn't say anything, his face betrayed nothing but shock.

Since he didn't say anything, Sarah continued. "That's one of the many problems I had without our relationship: that it was considered stupid or like I was losing to admit that I loved you first or that I gave a shit. Because apparently then you'd have some power, some hold over me. Because you're a control freak! And I hated that. You wanted me to be queen, to be equal. I can't do that if you keep goading at me and making fun of me. So, like I said. You win. We're not together anymore, please stop trying to win some game that you've made up."

The silence in the room was so much louder than any yelling they could have done.

This time, Sarah didn't keep speaking. She didn't move, just looked at his eyes, challenging him and also bracing herself for a possible tongue lashing from him.

Jareth swallowed thickly, his heart racing. She had laid herself bare for him. Every insecurity, every fear. She also stabbed him at the same time, pointing out his faults. No one dared to speak to him like this except for his family and her, which was why he fell for her in the first place.

Now he had to decide: would he do the same, or keep pushing her away?

There was only one right answer.

He put a hand on her shoulder before she could farther away from him. "You still love me?"

Sarah couldn't help it.

She sobbed.

"Please don't, I already told you that I do. That it still hurts and that you've won. Just leave me alone and after tomorrow, I'll stay out of your hair as much as I can and you can do whatever you were doing. We can put this chapter behind us."

"Sarah, please. No." He guided her to gently sit down on her bed. He knelt in front of her, putting his hands on her knees.

Sarah wasn't sure how to feel. To see him humble and on his knees for the first time that didn't involve some sex act was jarring. He loved being in control.

Jareth know what he had to do. She was like a light shining on him, making everything clear. "I'm sorry."

She had never heard him be so sincere. He took her hand and she let him.

He wasn't even sure where to start, not really. So he started off with responding to her first confession. "I still love you too. That's why I had this record player here, why I gave you a dress I know you'd love. I did it not because I wanted to trick you, to win you back. Because I don't think anything can. I did it because I care."

Sarah knew he meant it. He could be a trickster but if he said he wasn't then she knew it was true.

Jareth took her hands in his and rubbed his thumbs on her knuckles, smirking. "You think that I moved on from you so quickly? Someone who puts me in my place and argues with me, who fascinates me, who is so thoughtful and kind, whose beauty almost rivals mine."

She couldn't help but laugh at that. Even in his confession, he would always be vain about his looks.

"But, you also have your faults." He stood, his knees hurting and sat next to her. "You love to play heroine, the star of the show. As if everyone is out to get you."

She started to argue but when he raised his eyebrows, she realized he was right.

If she was pointing out his faults and trying to get him to see, then she had to do the same for her own faults.

"And you have pride too. Not in about feelings and communications, but in that you stand around and let people do work for you. Hell, you did that when your friends were fighting Humongous when you ran my Labyrinth."

They both laughed a little. Sarah nodded. "Yeah, you're right."

"And you like to act like you've been through a lot without thinking about what others are going through. You are selfless, but if you're taking a test for example, you seem to think that your test is the hardest one in history. That is another big part of why our relationship didn't work out. You also like to win in your own way, don't forget that."

It hurt to hear it, but she had to just accept it since it was true.

Sarah had been letting Jareth hold her hand, but this time, she held his hands back just as much. "You're right. I guess we're both a couple of stubborn, hard-headed, extremely temperamental and arrogant people, aren't we?"

"That we are." He cupped her face and wiped a tear off with his thumb, their hearts racing. "And for the record, that woman in my bed was not someone I had been sleeping with. You are right, I do have a better sense of decorum than that even with my sex drive. Apparently my cousin sent her to cheer me up, whatever the hell that means."

Sarah raised an eyebrow. "Was that cousin, Tristian?"

Jareth looked at her with a cheeky smile. "How did you know?"

"He thinks sex solves everything, I'm sure that if someone was dying, he'd suggest sex would fix it." Sarah laughed.

Jareth threw his head back and laughed with her. The very image of his cousin telling someone to have sex on their death bed was so stupid, and so very much like Tristian. He also had another image of Sarah yelling at Tristian, sending him through another round of laughter.

It felt so good to joke and laugh together. Just like old times.

"You weren't kidding when you said that you're the tame one when it comes to sex." Sarah squeezed his hand.

Jareth nodded. "Yes. And since you were talking about being honest and vulnerable, I haven't been in a relationship with anyone since you. Not a date, not even sleeping with someone casually. I can't move on from you like that so soon, you have captured my heart fully."

Her heart melted. He loved her, and he was being honest and vulnerable with her. Just as she always wanted.

Sarah sighed. "Maybe things would be different if we had this conversation instead of us yelling at each other when we broke up."

"Maybe." He agreed.

They sat that way for a while longer. Was it a minute longer? Maybe ten. Maybe years, for that's how it seemed. Time with Jareth was hard to gauge.

Jareth let go of her hand. "I suppose I should go."

"Wait." Sarah put a hand on his shoulder. "Please don't go, don't leave yet."

Don't leave ME yet.

He sat down, his eyes asking her what she wanted. That he would give anything for her, even now.

Sarah wasn't sure what to do. She wanted him so much, she missed him. She didn't want him to go, because for the past half hour or so, her heart had been opened to him again.

"I just…" She looked past him, unable to meet his eyes, her hand still on his shoulder. "I just wanted to tell you how wonderful you are. All the stuff I said, yes you're all of that. But you're a good person. You always have been."

Jareth looked at her like she was hope itself.

"You are so sweet with kids." She smiled warmly. "You are lonely, I know that, which doesn't excuse things but you're not a bad person by a long shot. It's why I fell for you, you know. Because I saw how kind you can be. You just have to be willing to be a little more vulnerable. When I was sad, you'd always comfort me. Maybe not when we argued, we'd just pretend nothing happened which was bad."

She looked to Jareth for confirmation. He just shrugged sadly.

"But still, I know you cared about me. And no matter what has happened between us, you can always be honest with me. You can always show me how you are and I would never use it against you, you know?"

Jareth took her hands and kissed them reverently. "Thank you, Sarah. I'm sorry for how I've used your insecurities against you. That was vicious and vile of me, I will not do that again."

"Thank you for apologizing. It means more than I can say."

That was supposed to be the end of it. That they would have ended things on a good note. To take what they had experienced together and to make new relationships better.

But the universe had other plans.

If someone were to ask them who made the first move that night, they couldn't say. Maybe it was Jareth. Maybe it was Sarah. Maybe they did it at the same time. It didn't matter, because they both wanted it and reciprocated.

Sarah put her other hand on his shoulder and Jareth put his on her back, holding her lower and upper back as they kissed.

It felt so good, so right. No one had made them feel this way, the wholeness and the completeness of a kiss. Sarah nibbled his bottom lip the way he like it. He swept his tongue erotically on the roof of her mouth to make her moan exactly as he knew she would.

Sarah slid her hands down his chest, undoing his robe. He was shirtless, to her delight. She traced her finger down a long scar on the left side of his chest, something he had gotten from a battle long before they had met. Something that he had always been self conscious about.

She didn't hesitate to lean over and brush her lips on the scar. Jareth's hand came to hold the back of her head, his eyes full of unshed tears at the simple gesture. A gesture that said "you're beautiful, don't think otherwise." She always made him feel wonderful, and it was something he missed about her: How she wasn't trying to gain his favor like other women at court. She did it because she meant it. Because she cared about HIM. Not his title or power, but him.

Sarah kissed her way up to his lips, savoring the taste of love from him. They were both shaking, both as nervous as the day they first made love together.

There was a lot of uncertainty. A lot of unanswered questions. What would happen after this? Would they still go their separate ways? Was this a kiss to reignite the fire, or to have one last taste before they said goodbye as a way to remember each other?

Well, no matter what the reason was, they were going to enjoy this as much as they could.

Jareth put his hands on Sarah's face. He looked at her, really looked at her. "You are remarkable, Sarah. Always were, always will be." He moved to slide her robe off her shoulders, leaving her in her silk nightgown. He pulled her onto his lap, a hand supporting her from behind and the other making lazy circle on her legs, leaving goosebumps traveling all the way up her body. He kissed her neck, eliciting a gasp from her as he nibbled lightly up to her ear. Her response was instant, pushing herself against his body.

Sarah rubbed her hands all over his chest, letting her fingernails lightly scratch him. He growled lowly. She leaned down to lick his nipples, pushing him on his back.

She straddled him, her knees caging him in as she sat right above his very hard, very long erection. His silk pants did nothing to hide his desire for her. A burst of wet arousal filled her panties at feeling him right under her.

The moonlight illuminated his hair, and she swore she saw it sparkle. His eyes certainly did, and it almost sent her crying again at the look of affection and lust in them.

She intertwined her fingers with his, leaning down for a kiss. He eagerly accepted, kissing her just as softly. As if afraid that if he went too hard, then she'd stop.

This was not the normal and fast sex that exes usually have. It was not one that they had to race to climax.

This was a slow burn of intensity.

This was lovemaking in every sense of the word.

Sarah made sure to lick and kiss every part of his chest, her mouth following the path her hands had set. He was perfect to her. Most of her friends seemed to love overly muscled men, but she was always into men that were lean yet lightly muscled. Graceful but strong. Jareth fit that perfectly, his elegance unmatched by any other man she had been with. Every possible imperfection was perfect to her.

She gave him tiny bites on his stomach, feeling his muscles clench in anticipation. His erection hardened farther and his breathing increased.

She held him captive with her beauty, with her smile and her kindness. And for tonight, she was his.

Sarah smiled at his breathy pleas. She licked the v-lines, pressing a kiss right above his pubic hair. She looked into his desperate eyes as she undid the ties on his silk pants and pulled them down and off his legs.

There, his thick length standing tall and proud. She took hold of him with her right hand, pleasuring him. Squeezing not too hard or too loosely, making circular motions as well as the up and down motions.

She took his hand with her left, kissing his palm and all his long fingers, doing the same to the other hand.

Still holding one hand, Sarah leaned down to kiss right above his heart, feeling the pulse beneath her lips. When she looked up, Jareth caressed her cheek lovingly.

It was something she did when he was sad. She would give him soft kisses and reassure him that she loved him. At the time, he thought it was sweet and didn't realize how much he missed it until he no longer had her by his side.

It seemed that she wasn't the only one who took things for granted.

He groaned at seeing her move down his body, her breasts more visible as she came level with his hard length. Her lips grazed hisbtip and he threw his head back as her tongue came to tease him, kissing him up and down his length before putting him in her mouth.

He buried his hands in her hair. To him and Sarah, oral sex was a way of being selfless, of giving love and pleasure to the other person without reaching their own pleasure. Her cheeks hollowed, pulling him even more into her as her head moved faster.

He wanted to keep looking into her eyes, but it was just too much for him. It had been so long. "Oh gods, Sarah…"

She could feel that he was close, and she went faster. With a satisfied groan, he came in her lips. The explosion rocked him to the core, stars appearing behind his eyes and sweat covered his body.

Sarah swallowed everything, licking him clean. She crawled up to him, her nose touching his. "How was that?"

Jareth quickly sat up, cupping her face in his hand as they kissed, now putting her on her back, her perfect black hair fanning all around her head in perfect contrast with her pale skin. "How's that for an answer, Precious?"

Sarah felt her heart grow in her chest. His voice was so tender, so endearing as he called her Precious again. "That was a great answer."

He pulled her gown down and off, exposing her whole body except for where her panties were covering. She was always beautiful to him. He had been alive a long time, with many women in his bed, but none of them could hold a candle to Sarah.

Because with them, they were superficial relationships. Not that he didn't care about them or that they were bad people, it just wasn't intimate like with Sarah. With her, he could share his fears and his dreams. As a king, he always had to guard from others his true thoughts. Even with women he had been previously courted and had a serious relationship with.

That made his bond with Sarah stronger, why even as others may find other people more attractive, he couldn't see that himself. He was thoroughly charmed by Sarah.

"Every time I look at you, my breath is taken away." He whispered, running his hand down her body, holding her hips and caressing them, making circles with his thumbs. "There aren't enough words to express how I feel."

Before either of them could be overwhelmed by emotions, Jareth massaged her breasts in his hands. Sarah's response was instant. Her nipples hardened and her skin turned pink as he gently licked one nipple with his tongue before pulling it into his lips to suck.

Sarah was in heaven, her whole body was on fire. He continued his molten touches as she arched her back, trying to put more of her body into his mouth and hands. He gently cascaded down to her hips, his tongue dipping into her belly button.

He nibbled the inside of her thighs just as she liked. Her legs started to close automatically but he pulled them back open. He could smell her arousal. It was intoxicating to him, for it showed him how much she desired him.

He didn't take his eyes off of her the whole time as he took her damp panties in his teeth, pulling them down to expose her, seeing how wet and swollen she was.

He bent his head down, kissing her folds like he would the lips on the lips of her face. He brought a long finger, sliding it into her wet channel. Then he added another, kissing and licking her.

Sarah couldn't keep still. She was moaning and gasping, her convulsions reaching a point of no return. Jareth didn't relent, he wanted to give her something incredible to remember him by, should this be the last time he could make love to her.

A burst of wetness filled Jareth's lips. He cleaned her with his tongue and climbed to face her.

"That was wonderful, thank you." She snuggled to him, not thinking about whether she should have or not.

"Mmm, my pleasure." He kissed her forehead as he often did after they made love.

They laid there for a little while, trying to shake off the fears and sense of dread that was creeping up towards them.

Trying to forget that this was possibly the end.

They're not finished yet! (Pun intended). I hoped this was okay, that it was realistic enough. For this story, I always felt like only one of them had to overcome the pride and list all the reasons needed for them to start over. Because there's still so much love between them, that the would still be there for each other even if they broke up.

I hope the sex scene was okay too, I'm still new to those. Love you all!