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Chapter 4. Do you think we could play another game?

Jareth conjured a blanket and a basket full of food and wine. Sarah and him sat on it, next to the water. Sarah was drinking slowly, after eating a few sandwiches. She hadn't said a single word since Jareth's bomb and the latter didn't want to be the first to break the silence. Sarah set her glass of wine down and looked up at Jareth, still eating. "Alright, now how am I going to do for my work and for my family?"

"Easy." Jareth said, wiping his hands on a napkin, he conjured a small crystal hang at the end of a silver necklace. "Here" he said, giving it to her, Sarah held up the tiny crystal and watched it in delight as the sun was reflected in it, creating a thousands of little rainbows. "With this you are allowed to travel between the worlds but it would work only once a week and you need to come back here to get it refill in magic." Sarah frowned at him, closing the clap of the necklace around her neck. Was he implying that he didn't trust her? "And this, he kept on, would provide you anything you want from Aboveground." Jareth handed her another crystal, like one he uses.

"Then, I think I need a typing machine…"

"It is the thing you have on your desk?"

"No, that's my computer, it works with electricity."

"And so?"

"Jareth, you don't even know what electricity is."

"Then, what's the matter? I mean, in the thing on your desk you have all your stories, no? I saw you using it everyday."

"But I can't ask for my computer, Jareth, there isn't any electricity here, and I don't think you could handle electrified goblins, now, could you?"

"Sarah. It doesn't matter, when you ask for something, the crystal will take it from your world but it would still be part of your world. It will put your thing in a two-dimensions space. Your computer would be still on your desk and in your bedroom in the castle, in the meantime."

"Alright. I believe you, no matter if it's physically impossible and that I'm not sure I understood everything and everything that it implies, but it's ok, I believe you."

"Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, do you really think that floating fall, you keep on staring, is possible too?" Jareth asked, smiling smugly.  "We're in the Underground, the rules here are different."

"Yeah, I know." Sarah took her wine glass and drank some more, gazing at the lake and the shiny falls. Jareth, content of himself, finished his meal. He was about to refill Sarah's glass when he felt eyes on his back. Instantly, he knew who were spying on Sarah and him.

Jareth let a growl fall from his throat, startling Sarah, and looked around. "Alright, now, Galion, Calandra and Nathan, get out of here before I come for you." Sarah sat up and looked around, trying to find the spies but she only heard a crystal-like laugh and a few amused whispers. Jareth stood up and Sarah heard squealing and sounds of people running away. Sarah started to laugh while Jareth was still fuming. "Gal! When I'll get my hands on you!!"

Jareth turned back to Sarah and seeing her laugh to her heart content, calmed him and filled him with warmth, longing and, he admitted sadly, love. A one-side love, he thought bitterly. The urge of kissing her took him, gulping, he tried to fight it, but found himself willingly losing to it. 

He kneeled next to Sarah, taking her hand in his, smiling to her. Sarah's laughter calmed down and she looked up at him. Jareth's face was a mixture of pain and happiness.

How weird.

Jareth leaned closer to Sarah, moving slowly, just holding her hand so that she could push him away if she didn't want him to kiss her. But the souvenir of an earlier kiss played in her mind, making her flush. She remembered oh too vividly the feel of his lips against hers, the way his hands traveled down her body, the way her heart fluttered painfully and happily in her chest, the way she…

Jareth brushed his lips on hers and withdrew; waiting for her reaction but Sarah had her eyes closed and didn't seem to mind at all. When Jareth pulled away, Sarah slowly opened her eyes, not really believing it had actually happened: Jareth had kissed her again, not a soul wrenching kiss, but a gentle, kind, sweet, little kiss.

"Daddy told him to take it slowly"

Was Nathan right? Were the twins actually telling her the truth? Could Jareth really be in …love with her?

I want and need to know… Sarah leaned forward and kissed him. Jareth, taken aback, didn't respond until Sarah moved away from him, he watched her touching her lips and noticed the red color of her cheeks. Sarah turned to him again.

Was a child talk worth a try? What if the Goblin King was only seeking revenge? What if…

Jareth kissed her again, silencing her doubts and fears, she wrapped her hands around his neck as he slowly, quietly, gently gave her a kiss, a chaste kiss, a small peek on her cherry lips, nothing like the one they shared on her room, on her bed. Nothing. Disappointment tugged rather painfully on Sarah's heart.

Jareth cupped her face: "Do you want me to kiss you like I did this morning, Sarah?" Jareth whispered, his voice low and husky, against her lips, taunting them with his words.

This morning… Was it really only this morning? It felt like years for her…

"Do you, Sarah? Tell me, I need to know…" He insisted hoarsely, pain and desire ragging inside of him. Pain for having her so close and so far in the meantime, he wanted her, oh that for sure, but not only in a physical way. He wanted, above all, her heart but only if she was the one giving it to him. If she asked him to kiss her, could he dare to think that he had a chance of winning her?

Sarah was growing hot and breathless. "Jareth…"

"Sarah, tell me." He implored again.

"Please…" The whisper was almost unheard by Jareth, almost. And suddenly, the world became full of light.

I dreamt that we could fall in love

I had dreamt about the word to love

Jareth moaned almost painfully and leaned on her, lying on top of her, kissing her greedily. Sarah wounded her arms around his neck to hold him closer and he buried his hands in Sarah's hair, leaning on his elbows not to crush her under his weight. His hungry mouth slanted over hers, covering her moans of pleasure, sending hot shivers down her spine, his tongue playing with her mouth then withdrawing, daring her to come in his and get what she wanted. The hesitating answer of her tongue across his lips could have brought him to his knees, she was responding to him. Jareth, at this point, completely lost his mind. He could only feel her, he no longer was in a field, no, all that mattered was Sarah. Sarah and her sweet lips, lips that he claimed as his own now, Sarah and her beautiful long hair, which felt like satin to him, Sarah and her delicious skin he longed to taste more. His hands, from themselves, left her hair to travel down her body: they caressed her swan-like neck, lingered on her small chin and touched her small shoulder blades…

Jareth suddenly pushed himself off Sarah, falling on his back next to her. Sarah opened her eyes with a start and sat up to look at Jareth, confused and surprised at his reaction: he was lying next to her, on his back, his hands on his face, trembling and just like her panting heavily.

"Jareth?" She held out a hand timidly to touch him when he jerked away.

"Don't touch me!" he hissed. He knew he was confusing her, but he couldn't help it: if he looked at her right now, he might as well, end up making love to her, right now in the grass, but she deserved an explanation for his behavior:

"Sarah," his voice low and shaking, Jareth removed his hands but still didn't dare to look at her, "you drive me crazy," he whispered, "I always want to hold you and kiss you. But now is not the place or the time for that, now is it?" Hope shone in his mismatched eyes as he turned to Sarah. Would she tell him that she could love him back?

Sarah sat, stunned by his confession, and when he turned to her, hope shining in his eyes, she didn't find the courage to turn him down or to give in to his hopes. So, she answered his unspoken question in the only logic way to her: without a word, she leaned forward and kissed him slowly, caressing his lips with her owns.

Understand me, Jareth, please. I still don't know how I feel around you…But, but…

Jareth wrapped his arms around her, bringing her closer, deepening the kiss even if his mind kept on yelling at him to stop before he completely lost control. Jareth planted butterfly kisses all over her face and started to kiss her neck. "I'm so weak when you're around." He whispered huskily against her neck.

"Why do you feel weak around me?" Sarah replied, in an ushered voice too as Jareth wrapped his arms around her waist. She threw one of her leg on the other side of his body to let him have a better access to her neck, as he sucked on her pulse point, making her gasp and she shuddered against him. Sarah, sitting on his lap, could feel his hardness against her lower belly and suddenly, she felt like there was a sun shining inside of her. A sun, created by Jareth, because of Jareth, because he made her feel so special… The way he looked at her: so gentle and so passionate in the meantime, the way he held her: sometimes as if she was the most precious thing in the world, sometimes as if he wanted her to be part of his body, the way his mouth hungrily roared on her, like he never had enough of tasting, kissing, biting her…

"You… turn me… crazy…" Jareth managed to say between his kisses. "I'm afraid i fell…"

Jareth suddenly stopped and blinked several times. Sarah looked down at him; confused again, he looked lost as if not knowing what to do next. And Jareth disappeared.

Sarah, missing so suddenly Jareth support, fell heavily on the blanket, on her stomach. She quickly looked around for the Goblin King but she was alone.

"What the hell?" Sarah wondered, "He left me…" Sarah's voice trailed as if she didn't quite believe what she was saying. Sarah stood up, rather angry, fuming she yelled: "Now, what was that, Jareth? Kissing me like that? And then, then, then…"

Unable to go on, Sarah groaned in frustration and threw her hands up. "I GIVE UP! Heard me, Jareth? I GIVE UP! YOU CAN GO AND SWIN IN THAT DAMNED BOG OF YOURS FOR ALL I CARE!!!! DAMN IT!!" Her voice rising as she talked, tears of frustration filled her eyes: Jareth was behaving like he really did have feelings for her, he had made her feel so special when.... suddenly, he decided to disappear. "YOU CAN BURN IN HELL, JARETH! CAUSE, CAUSE I… I… I HA-" A strong hand covered her mouth and a deep voice told her.

"Sarah, don't say things you'll regret in the end." Sarah whirled around, her long hair slapping the stranger on his chest. Galion, the twins' father was standing in front of her, looking gently down at her.

He smiled at her angry glare and sat down, looking at the lake: "This is Jareth's favorite place. He only brings people he likes here. By the way, my name's Galion, one of the War Lords of the Underground, if that ever mean something, of course. I guess I was a little too emotional earlier to introduce myself properly and I bet Jareth didn't bother to tell you who I was." Sarah, speechless, stared down at Galion: the man's eyes twinkled with secret and mischief as he pat the ground next to him, gesturing Sarah to sit down next to him. Sarah fell more than sat, emotionally exhausted, drawing her knees under her chin, her head tilted in Galion's direction, waiting for him to go on.

"When Jar was around eight of your human years, my father died. His father, the previous Goblin King, took me in, because he and my father were close friends. I was ten. Jar was a skinny, little boy whose mismatched eyes either frightened the other kids or made them laugh. Children can be so cruel…" Sarah hastily looked away. "I became like an older brother for Jar, as he was the only child and the future heir, he didn't have many friends. And being raised like a prince, boasted for his incredible talents and powers in the Art, didn't help either to turn him… sociable, I would say." Sarah laughed bitterly. "But, after that he opened to me, I found a terribly lonely little boy, who needed love, like any other little boys. But his father was King and Kings preferred not to show their love to anyone, not even to their sons, because it could put their loved ones in danger."

Sarah interrupted him, dryly: "Jareth is a King too, so what's the point of all this?" Frustrated, Sarah sat, cross-leg and nearly yelled. "What is it? Some kind of revenge?" Tears watered her eyes, she couldn't help but feeling deeply hurt. "That's it, isn't it? He wants me to fall madly in love with him and then he'll reject me! Is it what he wants? Then, go, go and tell him that his-"

"Sarah." Galion's voice firm and steady stopped her hysterical ranting. "Jareth is the Goblin King, the most powerful one and the most feared monarch of all Underground. He likes playing with others, true, he likes blackmailing, he enjoys threatening people and daring them to affront his Labyrinth. Your victory on him first turned him bitter and annoying to everyone, even to our old nanny, who bored by his pain in the ass attitude gave him the longest lecture ever."

Galion chuckled softly at the memory. Jareth, eyes wide, as the old, small and round nanny that raised him and Galion, pinched his ear like she used to do when he was a child and lectured him for days. Always grumbling about his attitude, his bad manners, his horrible temper and above all, she couldn't admit that Jareth refused himself to love.

"But, I think it'd would be better if Jareth is the one who tells you this. It wasn't his most finest hour and his pride was deeply wounded, so let him tell you this story when he'll be ready. Anyway, after nanny's lecture, Jareth took the habit of disappearing, for days sometimes. He would come back home half dead, sometimes happier than I thought he could be after you, sometimes he'd just come here to kick some Goblins in the wall or break some of his crystals. Nanny was really worried, she started to think he was mad and called me: once I followed Jareth and realized where he was going. You too, no?"

"He was coming to my world…watching me…"

"Have you ever woken up at night or early in the morning because you felt like being watched? It was Jareth, all the time; it's always been Jareth. Sarah, never doubt of Jareth's feeling for you. It's just that as you may have realized Jareth isn't a simple person to handle… I mean, when he hates, his hatred is almost physical. Just like his love. It's everything or nothing with Jareth, it's always been and it'll never change. You know of course what are Jareth's feelings for you, don't you?"

"I…Oh, please, understand me, Galion. For the longest time, I thought Jareth hated me from the bottom of his heart and he was so cold, back there. His face was always emotionless and… now… now, your kids tell me he…loves me and… I think my world is completely upside down for now, I don't even know...Oh, shot, maybe when I'll be able to put some order in my life and have a good talk with Jareth I think that…"

Galion stared at the mortal woman: while speaking, she was playing with her hair, making nervous moves with her hands, definitely not at ease. Not caring that he was cutting her, Galion asked her. "Have you ever loved my King, Lady Sarah?"

Sarah, surprised, turned to Galion: his tone wasn't friendly anymore; more cold and impersonal than nothing and it was the first time he called her "Lady Sarah".  It wasn't Galion, Jareth's older brother that was talking, no; it was one of Jareth's lords, one of the War Lords of the Underground.

Sarah avoided Galion's piercing gaze and confessed in a whisper: "Good Lord, Jareth was my dream when I was a child. I would dream every night, when I was younger, that he would come to get me and take me here, to live with him because he was in love with me." Sarah paused for a while and started with a clear and steady voice, " But now, I'm an adult and don't have the time to live in fantasies. I've put my past behind me and Jareth's just confusing me."

Galion smiled and stood up, Sarah following in his moves. He extended a hand to her, which she grabbed and he led her to the lake, curious on what he wanted, Sarah followed without saying anything. Galion made her kneel above the water and told her softly: "Have you really changed? I think that the child Jareth met is still here, otherwise she wouldn't have been screaming earlier that she was giving up. Right, Sarah?" Sarah looked in the water to look at herself, Galion smiling above her. She swallowed hard. Did she really put her past behind her?

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"Have you looked in his study?"

"I have."

"In the library?"

"Yes."

"In his bedroom?"

"Yes, Cal, for the hundredth times, yes!"

"Ew… Cool down, older brother, I was just asking. Anyway, we have to get Daddy and tell him to go to Uncle Jar because we can't find him… Have you looked in the throne room?"

"No."

"Ha! Then he must be…

"Because you were the one supposed to go in there."

"Oh."

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Sarah looked at her reflection in the water: had she really that changed from the teenager she once was? Had she really put her past behind her? Had she… really put Jareth behind her?

Galion walked several feet backwards to let Sarah some intimacy with herself. He looked up at the sky. The things I do for you, Jareth… Galion sighed and waited. A little voice called him: * Daddy? *

Galion turned around almost instantly but nobody was there. * Cal, you're not supposed to do that with someone else than your brother. * He stated irritated.

* Oh, well, we'll see my punishment later. We can't find Uncle Jar! *

Galion sighed. * I guess he's hiding in his secret place. I'll go, you two come here and bring Sarah to that place. *

* Is it wise, Daddy? This place holds many difficult memories for both of them. *

* Cal, you were the one who talked us into playing matchmaker. So you have to have faith in us! Otherwise, what's the point of doing all this? *

"You're right, Daddy." Nathan said, smiling softly at his father. Galion looked down at him and smiled broadly, ruffling his hair.

"Sneaky brat, I didn't even sense you coming! Good job! Good job! Jareth will be happy!" he exclaimed loudly, Nathan grinned, rather proud of himself. Sarah looked up from the water to see father and son, grinning like devils. Next to her was sitting a smiling Calandra, her honey-like hair blowing gently around her and her amber eyes shining with love and happiness. She turned to Sarah and told her.

"I hope one day, you'll be part also of our family, Auntie Sarah."  Sarah avoided her old and young amber eyes. How could a child be so wise at a so young age? How could a child read her heart so easily and put her little inquiring fingers where it hurts the most? How could a child know so much and so little in the meantime? Calandra reached for Sarah's hand and squeezed it, childlike. "Come on, Auntie Sarah, Nat and I will take you to a beautiful place too! We're sure you'll like it! Come!" Her joy was communicative and Sarah, despite her gloomy state of mind, smiled. Nat greeted her as happily as his sister and Galion winked at her, while telling her goodbyes. "I'll see you much later, I guess." Perplex, Sarah raised an eyebrow at his words but forgot it instantly as the kids pulled on her hands.

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Galion went straight to Jareth's study. There, he sat on the couch and took a look at the book, laying carelessly next to him. He opened it and tried to look interested in his reading, knowing all too well that Jareth was hiding behind the bookcase. A heavy sigh was heard and Galion dropped his book, not even bothering to suppress the wide smile playing on his lips. Jareth stepped out the illusion in which he was hiding and glared at Galion, his arms crossed on his chest.

"Okay, Jar, now what was the big idea?"

If looks could kill, Galion would be eating flowers by their roots… Inside, Galion mentally winced. Jareth was mad at himself and at the world in general, it seemed. Not exactly the best time to try to talk to him about his foolish behavior. The only way to snap him out of this state of mind was a either a fist match, their last one lasted for two hours and ended up with the two of them completely worn out and a wonderful black eye for Galion and a big blue bruise on Jareth's jaw, either a glaring contest, which unfortunately could last forever with Jareth. But Galion wanted him to meet Sarah again, and in good shape, so the only solution was the glaring contest… Or maybe…

Galion's smile broadened while Jareth's eyes darkened. "What are you smiling at, you dolt?" Jareth growled.

Galion chose not to answer and kept on smiling, Jareth had never been a patient man and his temper would slowly get the best of him. Maybe a little push in the correct direction and he'd lose his temper in a matter of seconds…

Galion, still smiling like a Cheshire cat, took the book again and hide his face behind. Angry, Jareth marched to him and threw the book by the window. Stunned, Galion blinked, mouth agape, then slowly, surely, his smile came back to his lips and he looked up at Jareth.

"ENOUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Power flying, rushing down in the study, bringing shelves down, papers flying everywhere, chairs knocking in the wall. Galion protected himself, waiting for Jareth to calm down.

Well, Galion mused, secretly amused by his little brother behavior, he held his temper a little longer than last time.

The amount of power suddenly fell and the magical wind completely stopped. Exhausted, Jareth collapsed more than sat on the couch next to Galion.

"Bastard."

Galion smiled bitterly. "Well, thank you, little brother."

"Stop calling me like that!" Jareth snapped back.

"What, little brother?" The older man tried to sound innocent, but failed miserably because he couldn't suppress a laugh.

"GALION!!" Jareth growled again.

Galion stopped laughing and said. "Oh, alright. Now, Jareth, seriously why did you leave Sarah like that?"

"None of your business." Jareth bit back.

Galion crossed his arms on his chest and glared at Jareth, telling him. "Jareth, the ball is in your camp, I'd rather not do it, but I will if you force me to. You either explain yourself or I beat you up."

"As if you could."

"Are you daring me, Goblin King?"

"Pff."

"Jareth." Galion snapped.

Jareth remained silent for few minutes before he started, in a whisper. "I lost control... I don't know what happened, but suddenly she became the world, my world. Back then, in the grass I wanted her. Nothing else mattered to me, not even you. I…" his voice was becoming passionate, rising slowly. "She could have asked me anything, I would have given her everything… I was about to tell her how I felt and it struck me how much power she holds on me." Losing suddenly all its warmth, his voice dropped back to a whisper. "If she wants my life, I'd gladly give it to her… Anything… I'll offer her anything, just as long as she's happy. But if she leaves... I couldn't stop thinking that she could tell me no in the end and I… I don't think I could…"

"So you ran away." Galion completed. "Coward." He added, mad at Jareth.

Jareth too was turning mad. "I did not run away. I needed time to myself to figure out what I could do."

"Do what, Jareth? She kisses you, you turn mad. This is called raging hormones, pal."

"GALION!" Jareth yelled.

"You're an idiot, Jar. Oh, listen for once, you're in love with a girl. Right? Then the both of you start to make out in the grass and you, for goodness sake, you know nothing better than to disappear like a thief! Did you think of her, Jar? Did you think of how she could feel after? She asked me if it was a kind of revenge from you. She asked me if your plan was to make her fall in love with you then throw her out when she'll be crazy about you! She's confused, Jar, she believed you hated her because she defeated you in the Labyrinth, ten years ago, and I'm afraid to tell you she thinks she's over you. I guess she's damned right."

"What?"

"If you don't shake yourself out of this crap, you're going to lose her for good, Jar! Stupid badass king, what are you waiting for? A kick in your royal ass? I can do it, if you want!" Galion was losing his temper. He couldn't just let his little brother run away like that! That was so un-Jareth-like!

Jareth stood up and marched to the table on which he slammed his hands, his back to Galion. "ENOUGH!" He yelled again.

Galion stood up as well and approached Jareth. "Enough of what Jar? Point out the truth, that you're losing her because of your cowardice? Because you're scared of confessing your feelings to someone?"

"GALION!"

"What will you do, Jareth? When she'll scream in your face that she'll hate till the end of times? Which, by the way, she'd almost done but I stopped her in time. What will you do, when you'll send her back Aboveground? What will happen when a man will come in her life? When she'll have another one's child?"

Jareth's fist connected with Galion's jaw, sending him crashing in the couch. "SHUT UP!"

Galion ran a hand over his jaw, making sure it wasn't broken. Jareth was panting, his eyes as wild as his hair, his trembling hands at his sides, looking at nothing in particular. The idea of losing her for good scared him to death. Sighing, he suddenly sat down on the ground, head bent. Galion managed to pull himself on his feet and walked to Jareth. He collapsed on the ground next to him and looked up at him:

"Jareth, don't be scared of that power as you call it she holds on you. You don't know, maybe you hold as much power on her. The only way for you to know is to confess clearly your feelings to her, maybe she'll answer them." Jareth said nothing. "Go, she must be waiting in the ballroom."

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 Jareth walked slowly down the corridor leading to the ballroom of his castle. After Sarah had left, Jareth had spent a lot of time in this room, sending crystals smashing on the walls, punching the walls till his hands bleed, trying to get rid of the memories but he couldn't leave the room. For the first few weeks after Sarah's winning over the Labyrinth, Jareth remained in the room. And that was where his old nanny found him and lectured him. Jareth winced at the memory. He remembered trying first to forget about Sarah and so he changed the ballroom completely. Now, huge windows, on which white and gold curtains hung, chandelier placed at regular interval on the walls, some hanging from the ceiling and others on each pillars, to lit up nicely the room, the walls had been repainted in white, with golden border. When he arrived in front of the golden door separating him from the ballroom and Sarah, Jareth hesitated. He frowned and was about to push the doors open, when Nathan appeared on his left. The little boy smiled softly and opened the doors for him.

At the sound of the door opening, Sarah turned around. Calandra and Nathan had led her to this room. At first, she had refused to even take a look at it, but when Nathan noticed how much the room had changed since she had last seen it, her curiosity took the upper hand and she had to look at it. Amazed, she had walked into the ballroom, not really believing that it was the same, from ten years ago.

Jareth stood speechless in the door frame of his ballroom: Sarah stood, few feet from him, with her bare feet, hair flowing around her face, but still, she looked royal. A Queen from the books she wrote. Her beauty wasn't only in her facial traits or in her figure, no, it was something else, something that was filling her with light, a light Jareth wished he could touch but feared to be burnt. But the temptation was there, teasing his nerves, caressing his over-sensitive flesh, he needed her as the air around.

Inwardly, Jareth sighed in defeat. Again. He walked casually to her while it was evident that she was angry. She clenched her little fists and started to glare at him but still he didn't say a word. Finally, upset by his silence, Sarah ironically asked. "So, the high and mighty Goblin King pays me a visit, I should be honored, now shouldn't I?" Jareth kept on staring at her, face unreadable. "What? Not a word? My, I should mark this day! The Goblin King without words! How could this be?"

Softly, Jareth suddenly inquired. "Is that all you see in me?" His pained voice stopped the acid words Sarah wanted to throw at his face. "Just the Goblin King, nothing else?" he insisted. Jareth moved closer and held up his hand to caress her hair. Jareth's question caught her off guard and the anger she wanted to keep was fleeting away.

"Jareth…"

"Tell me. Am I only a Goblin King to you?" His voice dropped an octave and he tilted his head on the side, holding some of her hair in his left hand, slowly bringing it to his mouth. Sarah watched him kiss her hair, her heart threatening to jerk out of her chest because of the way it was pounding on her ribcage. With his free hand, Jareth took hers and placed it above his heart, he then leaned closer to her and rested his head in the hollow of her shoulder, his forehead touching her neck. Stunned by his actions, Sarah didn't dare to move and waited for Jareth to explain, her anger long forgotten.

Oddly enough, as soon as Jareth had taken her hand, as soon as she had felt his warmth invaded her body, she had felt relaxed, completed… and her heart had stopped its crazy course.

Under her fingers, Sarah felt Jareth's heart beating madly in his chest. The latter, his hot breath teasing her skin, whispered against her shoulder. "Can you feel my heart, Sarah? It's the first time it's running like that. And it scares me. How can you hold so much power over me, Sarah?"

Jareth raised his head from Sarah's shoulder and stared in her eyes, his emotions running high. "You are just a mortal woman and still you can crush my heart to pieces with a mere look."

Jareth leaned forward again, not resisting the envy of smelling her, feeling her warmth, feeling her. He dropped her hair and removed his right hand above hers on his heart to put his hands on her waist, pulling her closer to him. Sarah willingly followed his movement and she felt his long, hard legs against hers. Her heart started to beat faster again in anticipation. She couldn't help but stare back at him, looking in his strange mismatched eyes.

"How can you? Are you a witch? Did you cast a spell on me, Sarah? Tell me, why am I so scared of losing you?" His raw emotions were whispered in a husky and low voice against her lips.

"Jareth…" Sarah breathed before Jareth groaned low in his throat, almost painfully, definitely excited by her nearness. Her hot breath tingled his senses.

"See, just having you near and look how am I…" He placed a feather like kiss on her lips and watched her awe as eyes closed she passed her tongue on her lips. "Sarah…" The sound of her name in his mouth sent shivers down Sarah's spine and so when Jareth kissed her again, her legs turned out into jelly and she threw her arms around his neck, holding him tight. She could feel him tremble within the circle of her arms, but how on earth could she make the Goblin King shake when she couldn't stand on her own?

His mouth sought on her, tongues fought each other to dominate the other, moans and hands investigating each other's bodies, learning as much as possible of each other's curves. Jareth broke the kiss first and walked several feet backwards, panting hard and sweating. He stared down at Sarah and her heated gaze attracted him as the fly to the candle. And as the fly, he knew he was going to get burnt.

Sarah opened her eyes, excitement commanding her senses, her rational mind long gone. She held out her hands to Jareth, which he took in his, and pulled him closer to her. Jareth let go of her hands to close his arms around her waist while Sarah did the same, resting her head on his shoulder, feeling his warmth and body, Sarah felt complete and calmed down.

"Jareth… Do you love me?" Jareth, I'm so confused, please understand me. I'm lost.

Jareth took a sharp inhale of air and buried his face in her hair, trying not to look at her. He had heard her thoughts and he had to admit he was feeling the same. He knew he loved her, he had for a long time but before he had restrained himself from touching her. Maybe kissing her this morning was the biggest mistake in his life because now he couldn't do it anymore without her close. How did he survive without touching her, kissing, smelling her, was beyond his comprehension. Maybe it wasn't such a mistake, after all.

Tell me exactly what I am supposed to do.

Now that I have allowed you to beat me

Do you think that we could play another game?

Maybe I could win this time…

End part 4.

See you next time…

mikim