Sorry for the delay on this one; MBA has been crazy busy and I was out of town recently, and it kicked my ass. My body is not used to being out till 3 am and it takes me a week to recover. Being 25 is hard... haha ;)

Lemons below! Still don't own anything from Labyrinth.

Sarah chuckled as she dug beneath the covers, searching for the panties that had been shoved off with such abandon in the night. After she found them, she sat on the edge of the bed, her entire back exposed to her newfound lover. She still couldn't quite believe she'd just been intimate with Jareth the Goblin King for a second time in the last several hours. What's more, she couldn't believe that his alter ego was some wealthy entrepreneur who just happened to be her best friend's cousin. Quite a different scenario than she could have ever imagined at fifteen.

She didn't think to even bother asking him how long he planned to stay here with her, not only because she didn't want to appear anxious, but because it was his home and she already assumed it would be for an extended period of time if he was making sexual promises. She shivered at the thought of the immense pleasure she knew she would be undergoing if last night and this morning were any indication of what he could offer.

"So," she began to say, as she shimmied into her underwear. "Do you always go around the world whenever you feel like it?"

She was actually wondering how it was possible for him to leave not only his duties as a king behind, but to also leave his Aboveground duties behind as well to be with her. Surely if he had a job here, he had people to answer to? She glanced over her shoulder as she next pulled her cami over her head to see him stretched out perfect and naked in the bed. She couldn't look away from him, he was just too…mesmerizing.

"That's the best part about being king," she heard him reply shamelessly. "I can do whatever I want, whenever I want."

Sarah raised her eyebrows in disbelief and turned to completely face him again, sitting cross legged on the bed. "I didn't know you had another life here."

"I suppose you wouldn't," Jareth replied, situating his heads under his head. "You only knew one facet to myself the last time we met. We never did get the opportunity to talk to each other in a normal setting, after all."

Sarah looked down at her lap when he said that, regret filling her. She had always wished that things had gone and ended differently between the two, but decided to let it go after a couple of years after constantly asking Hoggle about Jareth. She decided if he wasn't interested, why should she be?

"Yeah, well. Shit happens, I guess," she said, looking back up to him. "How long have you been doing this?" she next asked, trying to make the situation less tense.

Jareth tilted his head, playing coy. "This?"

"Yeah, this," she answered, looking around the room. "This other big little life you have. How did this start and why?"

He sighed and straightened up in bed, making the covers on his waist lower a little. Sarah blushed when she saw how dangerously close the covers were to completely showing off his impressive package below. She didn't understand why it made her nervous, he'd just been inside of her. Act cool, Sarah. Act cool.

"I believe you're aware of the fact that Ericka is my cousin?" he asked rhetorically.

Sarah snapped out of her thoughts of Jareth's member and focused on his question. "Yeah, that was fun to find out," she said folding her arms.

"Well, I'm very close with my aunt," he explained, ignoring her cheekiness. "In fact, I was always closer with her than my own mother. Long story short, my aunt had an odd fascination with Above-life ways. One day when she went gallivanting Above, she met and fell in love with a mortal man. She'd never been married before in her long life and we all assumed it would never happen. You can imagine how surprised we were when she decided to forego her life Underground and become mortal to start a family. I was happy for her of course, but saddened nonetheless."

Sarah nodded as though she understood. The story sounded a bit like what Ericka told her on the phone yesterday. She'd met Ericka's mom plenty of times before, and she always thought she was beyond gorgeous for words, but it was crazy to find out she'd been immortal at one point, let alone Jareth's relative. She wanted to know more about her later. "So you're here part time to, what? Stay in touch with your aunt still?"

"Precisely," Jareth replied. "I thought it would be an amusing way to escape life below as well. It mostly all started when Ericka was born, though. She's like a little sister to me, and I felt it necessary to keep a normal appearance here in order to maintain a normal relationship with her and my aunt. Well, as normal as it can get anyway."

A small smile formed on Sarah's face. She found the idea that Jareth literally created a whole life up here just for family rather touching and much more sentimental than she would have ever given him credit for. She only knew him to be an intimidating jerk who kidnapped her brother, but it seemed like he really had strong family values. The thought made her stomach do somersaults. What the…

"What exactly do you do up here besides own houses all over the map?" she then questioned teasingly.

"I hardly own houses all over the map, precious. This is the only one besides my home in Malibu."

Sarah snorted. "Right on the beach, I'm guessing."

He shrugged. "If you're going to live in Malibu, you may as well do it right."

Shaking her head, Sarah said, "I just can't picture it. You, sitting in a beautiful home in Malibu, understanding technology and corporate…financial stuff. I mean, is all this really necessary to be close with Ericka and your aunt? Couldn't you just, I don't know, appear to them and hang out?"

Jareth smirked. "I suppose I could, but like I said, I do this out of entertainment as well. What's the point of being all powerful if you can't use it to your advantage?"

She laughed at his arrogance. This was just all too weird, but she decided to not think too much into it. He had another life out of love for his family and because…well, because he could. It made enough sense, she supposed. Though it still didn't negate the fact that it was just all very strange, and she still couldn't get the past the fact she'd actually slept with him. A fantasy she'd long kept hidden all these years and never thought could be reality.

"Why did you need an escape?" Jareth suddenly asked her.

Sarah pursed her lips and gulped. She really didn't want to get into this with him right now. His life was amazing and adventurous, and her life? Her life was dull and depressing. She didn't want to explain to him that she was about to be kicked out of her apartment and had a dead beat job at twenty nine years old and her life is going nowhere.

"I thought Ericka would have told you," she answered quietly. "I'm sure you're aware that my life pretty much sucks back home."

"She only told me you needed a new change of scenery to feel... inspired. I'm…I am aware of certain things, though."

Jareth took Sarah's hand and kissed her knuckles softly. "I'm so sorry, precious. When Ericka told me about your mother's passing…"

He stopped talking, as though he didn't know what else to say. Sarah stared at their entwined hands and a flash of disappointment stung her. She couldn't help it when her next words slipped out. "Why didn't you ever come if you knew?"

Her green eyes met his piercing blue ones, and she felt like she could cry for a moment. She held back though, for she didn't want to appear weak and she definitely did not want his pity.

A long sigh left his mouth. "I never came to you because I thought it was what you wanted," he told her. "The last time I saw you…you made it seem like you didn't want anything to do with me ever again and I didn't blame you. You were still so young. But I never forgot about you, precious. It's why I had Ericka befriend you. So I could be with you, somehow. Someway."

She bit the insides of her cheeks, and didn't know what to say to that. It should have made her happy, knowing she was on Jareth's mind all these years. But she was still hurt that Ericka hadn't ever told her about being related to him, and she was even more hurt that he never took a chance to come to her. Then again, she supposed she never called on him either, if she was going to be fair.

"I meant it when I said I needed all of you," she said quietly. "I wasn't just referring to Hoggle, Ludo, and Sir Didymus. I guess you didn't pick up on that."

He looked down as though he were ashamed of himself. "I'm sorry, Sarah. For not being there for you. Had I known, I would have been here in an instant. Can we please start over?"

She nodded. "I thought we already were," she replied, chuckling a little.

"Good," he said simply. "So have you? Felt inspired since being here?"

"Yeah, actually. I guess this…change of scenery has helped a little so far. Minus the odd complexities at first." She nervously chuckled before continuing. "That's why I've been using your computer… to look for new jobs."

"You could always work for me," he said with a wink, and she wondered how much he knew about her success. Or lack thereof.

She snickered a little. "As what? Your sex slave?"

He put a finger to his lip as though contemplating the idea. "Now that you mention it, I do have an opening for that position. It's yours if you want it."

Sarah shoved him lightly and the two of them laughed together for a few seconds. Sarah couldn't help but think how comfortable this felt. She was so angry and worried yesterday when she found out about Jareth's identity, and now they were in bed together laughing. Weird how things happen…she thought.

"Speaking of jobs," she said. "I should probably get back to searching for some and check my email. Unless you need the computer for work, I can…" What could she do? Use the one in her back pocket? "Stop trying to look for work." She'd hate to do that with her pending doomsday, but she felt it was necessary to make the offer to him.

"Nonsense, precious. I have a laptop. Anything I need to do for work up here, I can accomplish it without interfering with your needs."

"How thoughtful," she said, probably too softly.

"What can I say? I'm a thoughtful kind of man."

They again laughed when she met his wicked gaze, since it seemed clear that his thoughtfulness definitely fell within the parameters of him also being deadly seductive and slightly domineering.

"So you'll spend your day toppling empires from here?" she asked.

He gave his head an easy shake. "I might have to do some work and check on the castle at some point, but this trip is mostly for pleasure. While you're busy today, I'll ski."

Jareth? Skiing? She pictured him swooshing down a black diamond like a pro – he seemed like the kind of man who was probably skilled at everything he did.

"I have a friend who lives here as well. Derek. He lives here part time in the next house up the mountains" – he motioned in that direction – "and he's always looking for an excuse to be in the snow."

"Alright then, cool," Sarah said.

The two finally got up and out of bed at that point. Sarah made them some bagels and they small talked over some coffee, mostly about Jareth's extracurricular activities and how much Sarah loved his home here. Once they were done eating, Jareth sweetly kissed Sarah on the cheek before going to get ready for his ski session with his friend, Derek. Sarah wondered if that was the same dark haired man in the picture with who she now knew to be Jareth. She told herself to ask him about that later. In the meantime, she'd check out more jobs and send out resumes.

Please be kind, potential bosses.

It was good to hit the snow – and prime too, smack in the middle of February. A little cold never bothered Jareth, much. In fact, he loved the cold. The day was bright and clear, the runs well groomed, and he felt full of energy as he and Derek boarded the lift to the top of the mountain.

"You're serious?" Derek said as soon as the lift chair left the ground. "You actually came here to seduce the woman you've been pining over all this time? Just because she happened to be staying in your home?"

It was the last thing Jareth had had a chance to tell him before heading down one of their favorite runs, a killer double-black that led straight back to the lift. Derek had been a longtime friend of Jareth's, since childhood really, and Jareth only saw it fit to have Derek be a part of his Aboveground Empire, considering Derek was one of his closest confidants Underground as well. Derek had a passion for the Aboveground, so it worked out. He had called upon his friend shortly after deciding to go skiing, and Derek couldn't say no to a good ski run.

"Of course I'm serious. It was a perfect opportunity, and you know me," Jareth replied. "I never turn down a good opportunity."

"How did this even happen?"

"Webcam."

Derek lowered his head and glowered at Jareth. "You watched her on that fucking contraption of yours?"

Jareth supposed that did sound rather heinous. "And my crystals," he pointed out, as though it were less creepy. "I was just checking in to make sure she was alright. After Ericka mentioned to me that Sarah was staying here, I was already on my computer and wanted to see if she settled in." He left out the part about her touching herself. Not so much because he was a nice guy, but because he assumed Derek and Sarah would meet at some point, and he didn't wish to embarrass her. He knew Sarah wouldn't want outside people knowing about their little secret.

"That's a tad presumptuous of you to just assume it was okay to arrive here and knock on her door," Derek said.

"My door, first of all," Jareth clarified. "And it wasn't as though she said no."

"Still, though. Did you really think this was the right way to go about showing her how you've felt all these years? It's rather arrogant of you."

Jareth flashed him a look. "Since when did you become the morality police?" Usually, Derek was all about good sex and would go to extreme lengths just to get it, yet here he was slightly judging. They'd just had lunch together the other day and he wasn't acting like this about casual sex.

His friend shrugged in his parka. "Since I realized what a complete and utter bastard I am, I suppose."

Jareth blinked. What the hell? "What are you talking about?"

Derek sighed. "You know Keira?"

Keira was a beautiful fae from the Underground who Derek had been spending a significant amount of time with, ever since last winter. It was unusual for Derek, since he never committed to one individual at a time, nor did Jareth usually. He supposed that's why they got along so well, but Derek rarely spoke about the details of their relationship and had blown through so many women in the past, Jareth almost forgot about her.

"Sure. Why?"

"I couldn't be faithful." Derek kept his eyes straight ahead as he spoke.

"I see." Jareth would never condemn a friend for that, but he also thought it was an idiotic move. As a rule, Jareth didn't cheat. Because in the past he made it a point to never commit. He hated feeling obligated to anyone, but also believed that if you chose to be monogamous, it needed to stay that way. But he'd never put himself in that particular position. The idea never even struck him. Until now that is. Now that Sarah was here with him. "I'm assuming Keira found out."

"Yes, and it hurt her – bad." Derek shook his head helplessly. "I don't even know what urged me to do it. The woman I slept with here wasn't anything special, but it was as though I was doing it out of habit. I'm a fool."

Jareth had never heard Derek be self-deprecating before – he was normally confident and carefree. He hardly knew what to think of it. "When did this happen?"

"About a month ago. I didn't want to tell you because I was hoping Keira would come around."

"But she hasn't."

Derek slowly shook his head. "She has not."

"And the moral of this story is?"

"It was a huge mistake," Derek replied aggressively. "I cared for Keira more than I thought. I think I was actually in love with her…"

Jareth's jaw dropped slightly. "You? In love?"

Derek shrugged. "The end of an era, I know."

"Perhaps she'd forgive you if she knew how sorry you were," Jareth suggested.

"No. She wants nothing to do with me, I know it."

"Then you should move on as well. No need to beat yourself up over it."

Derek let out a sigh. "It isn't that easy. I feel awful about it."

"I'm sure you do and it's a lesson learned. But please remind me again what this has to do with me showing up here?" Jareth asked. Shocked as he'd been by Derek's confession, he'd been waiting to get to that particular point for the whole lift ride, which was nearing an end. The lift chair was fast approaching the departure point at the top of the hill.

"It may be none of my business, but. I suppose I'm just thinking more about women's feelings than I used to. And it seems like an utter dick move to just show up unannounced when your little champion of the Labyrinth clearly came here for privacy. I mean, for Lords sake, what did she do when she saw you?"

"She fucked my brains out," Jareth said smoothly as he stood from the moving chair to glide down the exit ramp, ready for the next run.

Sarah smiled at the computer screen as she read an email from one of the places she'd applied for the other day. This particular news company was wanting to do a phone interview with her tomorrow and she couldn't have been more excited. Sure it wasn't an official yes, but it was a step in the right direction. Maybe her luck was finally getting better, she told herself.

Just then, the front door opened, letting in a small blast of brisk air. Another sunny day had filled the house with solar heat, so she wore only a tank top and jogger pants. She looked up, wrapping her arms around herself to ward off the chill. Jareth appeared rugged and cold in his ski gear, like a man you wanted to wrap up with in a blanket next to the fire.

"Did you have fun skiing?" she asked, pushing to her feet to greet him.

"Yes, thank you. I'm exhausted though."

"Oh." Well, that was okay. She might have sex on her mind, but the blanket-and-fire idea appealed too, so she'd make the best of it. She had skied before plenty of times, and knew how tiring it could be.

"Don't worry, precious. I'm not that tired."

She practically felt her nipples harden at the deep promise in his voice. "Well, if you were I'd understand. It isn't like I need sex constantly or anything."

He chuckled. "That's too bad, because that's how often I plan to give it to you."

She drew in her breath. "Is that so?"

"Yes. In fact, I want you right now. In the shower."

A soft gasp escaped her. She'd envisioned them making dinner together, maybe talking a while and getting to each other a little better – then having more sex.

"What's wrong?" He stripped off his black ski gloves, tossing them in the corner of the foyer.

She bit her lip. "Nothing."

He moved towards her and rested his hands on her hips. "Is this where I have to convince you, persuade you?" He let his palms glide upward to the sides of her breasts. She wore no bra, so her nipples jutted through her top as he stroked his thumbs over them, making her pussy surge.

"I don't think," she said, her voice breathy as her hands curled into the fleece at his chest, "you'll have to work too hard to get me where you want me."

A slow grin spread over his face. "Then let's go get wet together."

They stood in the master bedroom, outside the massive marble shower, Jareth's eyes sparkling with mischief and sex. Part of Sarah wondered again how she'd found herself in such a game – where she was willing to do whatever this man wanted and he knew it. Fortunately, she brimmed with more anticipation than trepidation.

"Pants. Take them off, now," he said, pointing to hers, then the floor.

Pulling at the drawstring below her navel, she felt the fabric loosen, then pushing it down. The pants dropped, and she stepped smoothly out of them, leaving her in her red tank and black cotton boy shorts.

"Shirt," she said, following his lead and lifting one finger toward his fleece.

He took it off over his head and tossed it aside, but still wore a mock turtleneck and ski pants.

"That one, too," she added, nodding towards the turtleneck.

He smiled softly, then removed it as well. "Now you."

Slowly, never taking her eyes off his, she pushed down one shoulder strap, carefully withdrawing her arm, then the other. Hooking her thumbs into the neckline, she peeled the fitted tank down, hotly aware that she enjoyed revealing her breasts for his hungry gaze. She pushed the little top past her waist, wiggling her hips to help its descent, until finally it dropped to her ankles. His eyes burned through her, making her feel wholly owned by him.

She had to swallow back her lust before she could speak the next words. "Your pants now," she said, watching intently as he lowered his ski pants and thermal underwear at the same time until he stood before her in sleek briefs that hugged his ass as well as the erection growing in front. She had to bite back a gasp at the sight of that arousing bulge.

"All that's left are the panties, precious." He gave his head a lecherous tilt, punctuating the words with a grin.

Sarah's whole body pulsed with need now, so she didn't hesitate. She pushed the cotton to her knees, then let them fall the rest of the way. His gaze dropped unabashedly towards her pussy.

"You now," she said. "Drop 'em."

He had to lift the elastic over his cock to lower his underwear, and she couldn't hold back her gasp this time, reminded anew of what a magnificent male organ he possessed.

"After you," he offered.

Sarah stepped into the shower that was big enough to walk around with ease and sported a built-in marble bench at one end as well as marble shelves at different heights. Jareth followed, turning on the overhead nozzle. Her eyes were drawn back to Jareth's enormous cock – it was difficult to believe she'd managed to handle that. But she wanted it again anyway, and soon.

"Come here, precious," he said from beneath the spray, and taking her hand, he drew her into the hot flow of water, letting it wet her breasts, belly, and lower. He slid his dampened palms from her hips upward to stroke her beasts, then bent to kiss her mouth.

Just like the previous night and this morning, Jareth's kiss was at once easy and stunning, heightening every other sensation. She left her hands to his shoulders, let the kiss swallow her, let his tongue capture hers. When it finally ended, they both let out breathy sighs, and she couldn't help but think that even Jareth seemed affected. She knew he had to have kissed thousands of women, so it imbued her with unexpected power to think hers might actually be special in some way.

"You make it hard to go slow," he said softly.

She tilted her head. "Then don't. Go slow, I mean." With that, she curled her hand around his cock. His groan filled her with the need to pleasure him.

On impulse, she began to run her hand up and down his rigid length, causing him to growl. He caressed her wet breasts, and peered longingly into her eyes.

"I want you," she heard herself murmur.

His voice came deep, strained. "Not yet."

She couldn't hide her frustration. "Why not?"

"Because I want to do more. You'll get what you want eventually. But first, we do things my way."

He sounded so sure, so confident – she didn't even think about protesting further. "Okay."

"Good girl," he whispered, then lowered a kiss to her forehead.

He gently pushed her back against the cool marble wall, and dropped to his knees. Using one hand to part her legs, he said, "I want to taste this sweet pussy," then sank his tongue eagerly into her slit.

"Uggghh," she cried out, as the pleasure shot through her.

He licked her again, and again, tongue and mouth eagerly working at her folds.

"God, yes," she whispered. His expert tongue lapped deeply at her most intimate flesh before capturing her engorged clit between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. Her hands clutched at his head, and when she found the strength to glance down, he was peering heatedly up at her.

"So good," she told him, her legs rapidly weakening beneath her.

Soon, he ran his tongue in languid circles around her clit, and Sarah thought she'd collapse from the pure pleasure. Her breath came heavier and she felt her body nearing that crucial apex, then seconds later tumbled into ecstasy. She cried out as the heat streamed down along with the water, the spasms making her clutch at his shoulders as they washed through her.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

And then she was collapsing, her knees gently giving way – but Jareth eased her down onto the floor, her legs bent in front of her.

Their eyes locked. His shone glassy. She was still trying to catch her breath, but she lifted her hands to his face and kissed him hard, thrusting her tongue between his lips. She shouldn't have been surprised to taste herself there, but she was – slightly put off, but also aroused.

"I want you in my mouth," she said, pulling away. She'd never felt hungrier.

He only grunted in reply, clearly excited, and she said, still breathless, "Stand up."

Jareth pushed to his feet, his eyes wild with anticipation now, and Sarah moved to her knees. She didn't hesitate to drag one long, slow lick from the base to the head, relishing how rock-hard he felt on her tongue. He moaned, his fingertips gently stroking her cheeks as he peered down at her. Curling one hand warmly around his length, she slid her tongue around the head, lightly tasting the semen that gathered there, then sank her mouth over him.

She knew she couldn't take all of him – a physical impossibility- but she wanted to pleasure him as deeply as possible, so that meant swallowing as much of him as possible. She lowered her lips, letting the thickness of him stretch her mouth, fill her. Above her, he moaned, and it encouraged her to take more, a little more, and then even a little more.

His breath rained down heavy, labored, and he whispered, "Fuck, Sarah. Feels so good."

Hearing him talk persuaded her to press herself a bit farther, until the tip of his cock touched the back of her throat. She worked hard to relax the muscles there – and then she began to move. Up and down. Taking him in and out. She continued to do this for several minutes as she caressed his balls with her hand, listening to his sounds of hot delight.

"Sarah," he growled. "Sarah, stop now."

When she ignored him, he gently lifted her head until she was forced to release him. She peered up, wondering why he wanted her to stop.

"I don't want to come yet," he said, his voice dark with passion. "I want to lick your hot little cunt again."

Sarah swallowed, hard. He took her hand to help her stand up and and eased her down onto the marble bench, only to issue a simple command. "Spread for me."

Pulse racing, she parted her thighs slowly, until she was lifting them both onto the bench on either side of her. She sighed and moaned when Jareth knelt and licked up her slit through her wetness. Her breath grew labored with his ministrations, each stroke of his tongue lifting her higher. She moaned even more when he inserted two fingers into her, causing her eyes to fall shut. His licking never ceased as he fucked her with his fingers.

Yes, yes, yes. So fucking good. She kept the words inside, because so much emotion combined with so much sensation was weakening her.

Suddenly he raised his head and said, "I need to be inside you," so firmly she would have thought his life depended on it.

"God, yes," she agreed.

Grabbing her wrist, he yanked her to her feet, turned her body, and used his hands to plant her palms flat against the shower wall. Mist from the warm spray floated over them as Jareth gripped her hips and plunged inside her.

Oh God – so big, so deep! Her legs nearly dropped out from under her as she released a hot sob.

"Are you okay?" His breath came warm on her ear.

"Mmm," was all she could manage.

He growled with a response. "You're so beautiful, do you know that? So beautiful and tight around my cock."

She sobbed again, lightly this time, overcome by the whole encounter.

When he first began to thrust, she had to fight to keep her footing, keep her knees steady. He anchored one strong arm around her waist to help her stand. Every hard stroke pulsated all the way to the tips of her fingers and toes and made her cry out from the intensity.

But before long, she was instinctively arching her ass toward him, wanting to somehow take him even deeper. His hands snaked around to grasp her wet breasts, massaging in time with each drive of his stiff shaft, then one dipped down to stroke through her moisture in front. His big fingers turned in perfect circles over her clit, and thrusting against his cock in one direction brought a sweeter, hotter pressure in front when she moved back the other way.

Another orgasm was beginning to take over as he pounded her from behind, and it finally broke over her in waves of light and heat, and like before, she started to go down – too weak to keep to standing – but the hand at her breast dropped to her waist to support her as she screamed out her pleasure.

"I've got you, precious. I've got you," he cooed in her ear as the final vibration echoed through her.

That's when it struck her that she felt…safe with him. When the hell had that happened? She barely knew him, really. And they'd done nothing together besides have sex and briefly danced with one another during her time in the Labyrinth.

Yet she trusted him, as odd as that was. Trusted him to take her to these new, hedonistic places without letting her fall. Figuratively or literally.

But then there was no more time for thinking or examining, because he was still pumping into her, hard and fast, and she knew he was getting close. Each stroke filled her, thrilled her beyond words.

"I'm going to come soon," he rasped. "So hard. I want to come all over your ass."

Whoa. That caught her off guard and she looked over her shoulder.

"Let me," was all he said, voice low and persuasive.

"Do it," she replied.

And it was only as he pulled out of her, growling the word "Now" through clenched teeth, only as she felt the hot liquid evidence of his orgasm arc across her rounded flesh, once, twice, three times, that she discovered yet another new, searing pleasure. Feeling his semen this way made it more real, more like a vital part of him that she'd brought forth, that he was giving to her.

Instantly wanting to feel it even deeper, she followed the urge to reach behind her and begin rubbing into her skin.

"Mmm, you like my come on you?" he purred. And then he began to help her rub it in, which was so hot she almost she could come again.

They stood that way, silent, hands meshing with the moisture, massaging it into her ass, until she peered once more over her shoulder.

"I never come twice," she said.

His gaze twinkled darkly. "You do now."

AN: Phew, that was a lot. I'd like to remind everyone that this story will have a lot of freaking sex. But don't worry - the two will have more conversations with each other where they find out more about each other's past, what they've been doing with their lives for the past however many years, and all that good stuff. We'll get to know more about Jareth's "second job" in upcoming chapters too, if any of you were wondering.

Also, yeah, Derek and everyone who is Fae can transport between worlds in this story. It isn't just Jareth. Some are more fascinated with humans than others too. So think of Ariel and her obsession with them. That's Derek and Jareth's aunt haha.

I've been so lazy with my other stories, but! I hope to have a chapter of If the Stiletto Fits within the next week or so. I've been getting a lot of PM's on when I'm going to update. Never thought that one would be as well liked as it is lol. But it makes me happy! Hope to update Strangers When We Meet and Survive soon too. Stay tuned! Thanks guys!

PS: I'd also like to mention that Jareth resembles a '93 Bowie in this story. I put a lot of thought into what I wanted Derek to look like. He wasn't described here yet because from Jareth's perspective, his looks don't really matter. But we'll get there. For now though, and for future reference, imagine him looking like David Gandy (look him up if need be). He might not be everyone's taste, but he fits almost exactly what I wanted him to look like and he's 37 in reality, so right about the age that Jareth looks to be as well. I think he's quite yummy looking ;)