Author's Note: Sorry guys. I did leave it at a cliffhanger on purpose, but I didn't mean to leave it that long. I had to leave town for a last-minute emergency, but I'm back and the story's almost done. (Which I'm a little sad about to tell the truth.) Since this was the only semi-original idea I've come up with I really don't know if I'll be writing any more fan fiction in the foreseeable future, so I hope you enjoyed this one.
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Jareth didn't respond immediately. Instead he pulled Sarah over to him and wrapped his arms around her waist. She didn't pull away, merely stood there with her hands against his chest awaiting his answer.
"Once upon a time," he began, "a very beautiful young woman entered my kingdom and stole my heart. Unfortunately, we were on opposing sides and I let my pride keep me from telling her how I felt. I waited until the last minute and, in my desperation, I said things I thought would convince her to stay. I'm afraid I went about it the wrong way. I don't want someone who fears me or simply goes along with whatever I say, I want the woman who stood up to me and beat me at my own game. The woman who proved to be not only an equal, but a worthy Queen." He smiled down at her, "Your love is all I've ever wanted."
Sarah moved her arms up, entwining them in his hair as she pulled his head down to meet hers. As she deepened the kiss, she began slowly stroking her body against him. He responded instantly, tightening his grip around her waist and pressing her to him. She could feel his hard-on through her dress, so she was surprised when he, albeit reluctantly, pulled away. She didn't stop, however, she just moved her lips to his neck and listened to his ragged breathing against her ear.
"About that whole pedestal thing," he whispered, "I know you say you don't like it, but you do realize I'm going to worship you?"
"I expect nothing less." she told him, biting his ear. "Now let's get out of here."
In a flash of glitter they were gone.
Disclaimer: You know the drill...
Jareth didn't respond immediately. Instead he pulled Sarah over to him and wrapped his arms around her waist. She didn't pull away, merely stood there with her hands against his chest awaiting his answer.
"Once upon a time," he began, "a very beautiful young woman entered my kingdom and stole my heart. Unfortunately, we were on opposing sides and I let my pride keep me from telling her how I felt. I waited until the last minute and, in my desperation, I said things I thought would convince her to stay. I'm afraid I went about it the wrong way. I don't want someone who fears me or simply goes along with whatever I say, I want the woman who stood up to me and beat me at my own game. The woman who proved to be not only an equal, but a worthy Queen." He smiled down at her, "Your love is all I've ever wanted."
Sarah moved her arms up, entwining them in his hair as she pulled his head down to meet hers. As she deepened the kiss, she began slowly stroking her body against him. He responded instantly, tightening his grip around her waist and pressing her to him. She could feel his hard-on through her dress, so she was surprised when he, albeit reluctantly, pulled away. She didn't stop, however, she just moved her lips to his neck and listened to his ragged breathing against her ear.
"About that whole pedestal thing," he whispered, "I know you say you don't like it, but you do realize I'm going to worship you?"
"I expect nothing less." she told him, biting his ear. "Now let's get out of here."
In a flash of glitter they were gone.