The waistcoat was the first victim to Sarah's assault, Jareth shrugging out of it easily as Sarah almost ripped it from his frame. That left only the shirt, gloves, leggings, and boots. Throwing the gilet away her hands returned to his chest, only to encounter skin instead of a shirt. Somehow, mid-kiss, he'd removed it himself without her noticing. Her fingers traced over lean muscles, smooth skin, and an unnatural heat. She leaned backwards to look at him, reluctant to leave the kiss but unsure what it was that she was feeling. He watched her carefully, lips slightly open, it was almost enough to distract her.

"You're warm," she whispered into the eerie silence.

"Yes, fae are colder than humans to the touch," Jareth sank down to sit on his knees, letting her see more of him.

"So why are you warm?" Sarah wanted to lean forwards, forget the question and just resume the pleasure. He smiled crookedly.

"I thought it would be more comfortable for you. Until you return to me," Jareth folded his hands in his lap, watching her in amusement. It irked her.

"Return to you?"

"Yes, once you're fae again," Jareth continued. "You won't notice the difference then because we'll be the same."

"Fae?"

"Sarah… this is getting tiresome," he sighed in visible irritation and stood up, heading for a side table where there was a glass decanter of wine and two glass goblets.

"I don't understand," Sarah stated, trying not to get too distracted by his effortless movements, that lean physique.

"You were stolen from me, you no longer know who you are, or what you are. I've spent more lifetimes of humans than I care to recall searching for you with nothing more than your name left as a clue," Jareth held out a glass of wine to her, sipping from his own.

Sarah took it, downing a good portion of the goblet in one gulp. This was unreal, was she a lost fae? Not just any lost fae but Jareth's… what had she been to him? Jareth dropped onto the bed, effortlessly elegant as he leaned back against the pile of pillows and watched her, idly sipping at his wine. She let the silence sit between them for a while, let the potential realisation creep in. The reason she felt like she belonged in the Labyrinth was because she did. "How do I remember…?"

"We finish our marriage ceremony that we started all those centuries ago, all that is left to do is to consummate it," Jareth swirled the wine casually, the goblet balanced between his ethereally long fingers, still gloved. "Once it is completed you should remember everything and return to who you truly are."

"So, we just have to have sex?" Sarah declared in surprise.

"No, you have to fall in love with me again. Human sentimentality makes the task easier, otherwise we could be at this for another eternity. Not that I would necessarily complain about that. However, you weren't exactly convinced at our first meeting," Jareth smiled wickedly, draining his goblet. "I'd prefer not to relate the tale to you right now, I would rather you lost your little human illusion and remembered for yourself."

"Humans don't fall in love by having sex," Sarah stated, watching as he put the goblet down on the side table.

"Oh, but you do, with fae you do. It's quite comical how weak you are, how weak all humans are," Jareth folded his legs casually.

"I am not weak," Sarah started.

"Yes, you are, do you think for one moment I didn't see how you looked at me all those years ago? That simple lust in your young features. You wanted me to take you in the ruins. I saw it in your face, your eyes… down to your very soul," Jareth grinned. "All I had to do was wait, after you said those words, after you bested the Labyrinth, I knew it was you. I knew you'd return."

"How?"

"This is where you're meant to be Sarah," Jareth sighed. "You would always come back to where you belong."

"So, those words, you have no power…"

"That's what you said when we very first met, that's how I knew it was you. It was the only reason I let you go and your brother," Jareth finished, watching her take in the information. "You were always mine Sarah. I have loved you for centuries without you knowing… without you remembering."

Sarah glanced back at him, she finished the wine, placed her goblet besides his and then carefully crawled over the bed to him. On all fours she leaned over him, capturing his lips gently. She wanted to remember, wanted to see him how she had once seen him, to fit into his world once more. The false warmth was still there, but it didn't offend her as much as previously. His hands brushed her hair over her shoulders, out of the way as she sat on his hips, feeling a growing bulge against her inner thigh through his leggings. Some part of her brain was arguing that this was ridiculous but mostly it was being restrained and silenced by the rest of her brain that was holding its breath and cheering her on. The Goblin King was between her naked thighs, she was sat on his lap stark naked. He'd already done things to her with his tongue, clever, devilish things, and she wanted more.

She rolled her hips over his, drawing a slight moan from his lips, that made her tremble. She wanted to hear that noise again, once more she moved, gently pressing the bulge. He sat up quickly, wrapped his arms about her warmly before tumbling them both over until he was on top of her, lips on hers, claiming and dominating. Hands trailed over her body, stroking, pressing, gripping, and then gone momentarily as he battled with the leggings and boots. She wanted to help but he was too quick for her, his lips only leaving hers for a second as he kicked the discarded attire away. One hand trailed back down, working between their bodies until gentle, inquiring gloved fingers brushed against her clit. Fireworks set off in her mind's eyes for a moment before her reality became pinprick sharp as she felt skin against her entrance.

A thumb circled her clit tantalisingly gently, keeping her painfully on the edge of a second orgasm. His lips left hers, trailing down to her throat and instead working over her now furiously skipping pulse. Her breath was ragged with anticipation and desire. His weight shifted over her. The full length of his cock rubbed against her as he adjusted himself once more. She moaned, arched, and contemplated begging, he would have enjoyed that too much though, she wasn't going to let herself be caught out like that. Jareth seemed to have other ideas though, the gentlest of bites on her throat ripped a moan she didn't know she could make from her throat. Instinctively her body arched against him, arms wrapping about him, pulling him closer, the words begging him to complete and fill her almost fell from her lips. She stopped herself at the last moment, he would not win, not now, not after he'd just called her weak.

He seemed to have understood her game, wickedly he removed his heated body from hers, sliding down until his lips were once again hovering over her core. Sarah reached for his hands, wanting to pull him back up but every time she thought she'd made contact he slipped out of reach. Arms snaked about her thighs and held them open, hands pressing over her hips to keep her still. Then he was there again, his tongue doing things no tongue should be able to do. She tried to remember how to breathe as her body betrayed her once more. Her heart threatened to break her ribs as her fingers tangled into her hair, he was going to break her. The wave started to build, remembering what else he was capable of. It built in heat and power until she could feel the very edge of it, she was so close to another earth-shattering orgasm.

Without warning he was gone, his hands from her hips, his tongue from her core but the wave stayed. "No, please, don't stop, don't ever stop," Sarah blurted without thinking as he smirked at her from his seated position at the end of the bed.

"Tell me what you want Sarah," Jareth whispered as she groaned, trying to hold her brain together as her body writhed, desperate to break that denied release. She did not want to beg. She would not beg. "Sarah?"

"Please," her voice cracked with the effort of trying to stop it but every iota of her being was screaming for him. Just for him but he didn't move. "Jareth, please."

"Please what Sarah? You must be specific," he purred, that assured smile plastered over his face. She groaned, what did he want from her?

"Please, please complete me Jareth," she begged, her voice cracking with the genuine emotion she laced through it.

Hands rested on her feet, stroked up her bare legs, pressed her thighs open, lips caressed against her inner thigh, a tongue flicked over her clit as his hands rode up her stomach. They rested on her breasts momentarily, stroking the soft skin as he repositioned himself between her legs. With exaggerated care he lowered himself to cover her completely, his eyes holding hers, keeping her focused on him. Not that she could have looked away if she'd even wanted to. His lips met hers, his arms eased under her shoulders, holding her close as she wrapped her arms about his upper body also. Her face buried into the crook between his throat and shoulder, that unnatural heat almost overwhelming with her own. With a single smooth flex of his hips he eased himself into her and the world didn't fall, it shattered.