AN: Two chapters for you. I hope you like them, don't forget to tell me. Please.



Mine



The morning after

Sarah slowly came awake; there was a definite kink in her back, from lying in an unusual position. She opened her eyes slowly, squinting at the bright sunlight that filled the room.

Sleepy eyes surveyed her surroundings; a window was directly in front of her. There was no glass in the window, and a gentle breeze drifted in. 'I bet it's cold in winter.' She thought.

Needing to move to ease the ache in her back Sarah tried to put her hand down to lever herself up, but found she couldn't, her hand was caught. Looking down, she saw her hand, covered by another's, she froze, she knew exactly who that hand belonged to.

'We must have fallen asleep' her mind stated the obvious. 'Oh great, now what do I do? I can't believe I just spent the night in the same bed as a married man. A man who would like nothing better to make my life a misery.' As she thought this, the hand on her stomach began to move, the fingers traced caressing circles that got bigger, and bigger, then drifted away from her stomach, and began to gently rub her arms.

Little shivers ran from her arm directly to the pit of her stomach, turning slightly she looked at Jareth. His eyes were open; his sleepy soft gaze met hers. His lips lifted in a slight smile, as he spoke "Good morning.' Two little words that conveyed a lot more as his fingers brushed her collarbone. Past her throat, and up to cup her cheek.

Sarah swallowed repeatedly, her heartbeat was erratic, as heat spread from were his fingers had touched. 'Oh shit.' Her mind screamed.

Jareth could feel the baby move even though Sarah's hand was between his, and her stomach. He'd been awake for hours, not wanting to miss a moment of time with her. He was still a bit dazed at the turn of events; Sarah was here in his bed, pregnant and not going anywhere in the near future.

The night before had been perfect, they had lain for hour's neither of them speaking, just lying here, feeling the baby move.

He was aware that she was awake, she turned toward him, his hand moved instinctively caressing her. His gaze was drawn to her lips, they looked so soft and inviting. 'Just one kiss.' He brought his hand up to touch her face, as he leaned up and over her. His lips met hers a soft brush, her mouth opened under his, the kiss shook him, desire ripped through him, he kissed her harder, it had been so long since their one night together.

Sarah's body was on fire, her heart thudded so loudly, she wondered if he could hear it.

Wanting nothing more than wrap her arms around him and never let go, her hands glided up his arms to his sholders.

The baby kicked, hard. And that broke the spell.

What was she doing, this was another womans huband.

Sarah pushed at his chest and they broke apart. Their breath mingled as both fought for calmness.

Jareth frowned, "I wouln't have gone any further, not after last night." He said mistaking the look in her eyes. His hand still cupping her cheek.

Sarah pushed angrily at the hand, and rolled out of the bed to stand with her hands on her hips. "Don't touch me." She said looking down at him. "How can I think with you touching me. How could you?"

Jareth was confused, he'd been touching her all night, why was she so angry now? He slowly got off the bed, and stood looking back at her.

"Sarah, I only kissed you, where's the harm in that."

"Where's the harm? I'll tell you where the harm is, I'm not the sort of girl who goes around kissing men who." She was inturuped by a loud pounding on the door.

Jareth looked at the door then back at Sarah, obviously torn.

With a growl of frustration he walked over to the door, pulling it open so hard Sarah was surprised it didn't come off it's hinges. "What!"

The young man on the otherside, visably jumped at Jareth's clipped inquiry.

"Y-your Majesty, the forest is on fire again, The fire gang they."

"Dammit!" Jareth snapped. Turning back to Sarah he said in almost the same tone.

"We'll finish this later." Then he was gone in a flash.

"I don't think so." Sarah muttered, as she looked around the room for evidence of a bathroom.

Outside the room Taren smiled, 'Well that should get rid of him for a little while.' She thought. A malicious smile on her face. 'Now Sarah, time for our little talk.' Taren set her sholders and quicky jabbed a fingernail, albeit gently, into each eye to produce the tears she needed. And turned to walk into the room.