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Synopsis: Sarah & Jareth have to prove their love for one another. Sarah runs the gauntlet again, but what will Jareth do?
Everything I do
Chapter 13 - Getting to know Sarah
Nine weeks had gone by since Jareth and Sarah had got together and during that time they had had tremendous fun. Their day in Stratford had proved to be agreeable for them both; they shared a keen interest in history and had enjoyed visiting Anne Hathaway's cottage and the Shakespeare museum before going to the theatre that night and watching the comedic performance of 'Much Ado About Nothing' by the Royal Shakespeare Company.
They had mostly spent the weeks apart, mainly due to the fact that they both worked and Jareth had no transport. But at the weekend their time was their own. Jacob, Sarah's neighbour, had offered to watch the shop on a Saturday so that she had more time with Jareth. They had visited much of the Cotswolds, had a flutter on the horses when there had been a meet at Cheltenham, had spent a long, languid weekend at 'Centre Parcs' over the Easter break being pampered and enjoying the woodland walks; and another in Bath courtesy of an antiques friend of Sarah's over the Whitsun holiday seeing the sights and spending lots of quality time together.
It was now the school holidays and Jareth was at a loose end. He knew that if he went over to see Sarah too soon she wouldn't be too pleased, this was ultimately one of her busiest times of the year and although Jacob helped out where he could, Sarah insisted that he was doing too much for her without any recompense.
But he couldn't wait any longer, by the time he had walked into his local village to get a taxi to Sarah's he would be about on time for her. And if she wasn't quite ready he could always make himself useful by starting the dinner or something.
Finding his shoes, he slipped them on and looked out of the window deciding if he needed a coat. Although it was now July, there was still the chance of a sudden downpour. This was England after all. The sky seemed pretty clear so he headed out without it.
Twenty minutes later he was in a taxi and on his way to Sarah's. She had tried to get him to learn how to drive but he had dismissed it out of hand saying that if god had meant him to drive he wouldn't have given him legs, and if he had his way Sarah wouldn't live fifteen miles away and cars would not have been deemed necessary, but as it was he didn't mind. If she lived any closer he would have been sorely tempted to spend every waking hour with her, in fact, every hour with her, waking or not.
Another twenty minutes and he was stood outside of her shop wondering what she would be wearing today. She would definitely be wearing jeans, it still wasn't quite warm enough for her to brave the elements and wear a skirt or a dress, although Jareth always hoped that that was the day when she would. He looked forward to the time when she would wear something a little more feminine.
On the one and only occasion he had so far seen her in a dress it had been when they had been invited to a friend's wedding. He had been anticipating her arrival all day and had been pleasantly surprised when he had opened the door to her. She had been staggeringly beautiful standing before him in a cool pink cross over dress with capped sleeves. The dress accentuated her curves and the slightly bias cut skirt fluted outwards at her knee. Her hair was piled on top of her head; the ends curling slightly and the layers at the side had been pinned up with jewel-encased clips. She had worn a touch of eye shadow and blusher for the occasion and she had finished off with jewellery that matched the hairpins. He had gasped and lost his breath from his first glimpse of her. She had asked if he was okay, all concern, but then this was a man in love with the most beautiful and elegant woman he had ever met. He made a comment that she should wear dresses more often and that her hair suited her away from her face. She had replied, "The next time you see me in a dress and my hair immaculate is the day you make an honest woman of me".
Jareth collected his thoughts, if he continued in that vein he was likely to pick Sarah up and throw her over his shoulder, carry her to the back of the shop and make love to her, regardless of whether she had any customers or not. Placing his hand on the handle he pushed it down and opened the door, stooping as he had to whenever he walked in. He immediately found her eyes with his and watched as her face blossomed, she was glad to see him.
There were four or five customers in the small store as Jareth found his way over to her, excusing himself as he moved across the room, always graceful and gracious. "Hi," he eventually got to say as he lent in and quickly gave Sarah a peck on the cheek. The area he had kissed blushing under his touch.
"I think I'm going to be here forever," she whispered. "Why don't you go over to my place and make yourself comfy?"
"Can I do anything? Start dinner or something?"
"If you can find anything!" She smirked, knowing full well that her cupboards were probably as bare as Old Mother Hubbard's.
"I'll order us a takeaway then, for about an hour or so?"
"Yes, I should be home by then." She handed him her house keys.
"I'll see you then." He replied and planted another kiss on her, this time on the lips.
"Mm, did you have to stop?" She asked passion welling in her depths.
"Yes, unless you want me to take you here and now and lose the customers you still have in the shop!"
"Okay, you win this time but you may not be so lucky later on!" She exclaimed to his retreating back. Jareth stood at the open doorway turning to face her. "Promises, promises," he answered as he closed the door behind him with a small wave.
Walking the short distance to her home, Jareth wondered what he was going to do when he got there. He had been to the house a couple of times; Sarah having the transport usually came to him. He often wondered if he had an opportunity such as this would he do the same to her as she had him. On their second date she had systematically worked her way through all of the rooms in his flat trying to decipher the man she was falling rapidly in love with. He, on the other hand, knew Sarah, had watched her grow up from the 15 year old awkward teenager to the woman she was today, although not remembering each of the encounters she had had with him in his Labyrinth she still was pretty much the same person. So what should he do?
Walking through the front door of the cottage he went to the kitchen hoping to find some inspiration there but not finding much. He picked up the handset of the phone and phoned the local Chinese takeaway. He had built up quite an appetite for it after Sarah's introduction of it to him, and he was now quite a pro. The meal was to be delivered in 45 minutes so he had a little time to set the table in the dining area of Sarah's living room.
He walked out into the back garden after finding the secateurs Sarah used for pruning her shrubs and borders, and snipped a couple of stems off some of the rose bushes she had growing there. They would go nicely in the small vase he had bought her when they had been in Bath. He set the table, putting on a tablecloth and napkins as well as the cutlery, the vase and its buds taking pride of place. He also acquired a candlestick from one of the shelves by the front window and set that on the table too.
While he was waiting for the food to show up, he stole a few minutes in the office knowing exactly what he would find there. Surprisingly, she had never insisted that he stay out of the room like he had known she had with everyone else. Perhaps she thought that he couldn't do or say anything untoward when he saw his picture up on the wall. All of her other suitors would have become angry or jealous but he couldn't, could he? After all he was the subject of all of them. He sat on the couch as he had seen her do so many times before when he had been in owl form.
Now there was a thought. Had he really missed his magic? He didn't think he had in all honesty and he had had Sarah to thank for all of it. He hadn't thought that his lack of magic would debilitate him whilst he had been here on earth and in fact he had proved himself right. The only time he had ever thought he wanted it was after his first encounter with Sarah, that night he had wanted to glide freely over the hills and woodlands that stretched out around his residence. But since then, he had never given it another thought.
He looked up, his mismatched eyes searching the drawings in front of him. He became lost in their apparent love, mesmerised that Sarah could truly capture his soul and recreate that in all of the pictures she had ever etched.
The knocker on the front door sounded bringing him out of his reverie. Going to it he found the usual deliveryman waiting for him. They exchanged money for food and he was soon alone again. He put the food in the oven, which was lit with a very small flame; it would keep the food warm until Sarah arrived home.
He thought he best set the mood for the evening. He lit the candle that sat on the table and placed a disc in the CD player, another wonderful invention allowing anyone the freedom to listen to their favourite piece of music whenever they wanted to. They didn't need an orchestra it was all there on one disc. Granted, you had to have several different discs but they were inexpensive and gave excellent quality every time they were played. He selected one of Sarah's favourites, a compilation album of female singers, each singing an enchanting melodic ballad, setting it on repeat so that it would continue if they were in the middle of something.
He made his way back into the office as he needed another hit, much like an alcoholic needing a drink or a smoker needing nicotine. He drew in a long shuddering breath realising how much he loved his sweet Sarah, how much she loved him and judging by the array in front of him, how much she had always loved him; even if it had been rooted into her deep subconscious. He heard the front door open and shut again behind his love as she entered her abode, but he didn't move didn't feel it necessary to. He would take her wrath if she wanted to bestow it, he would ask about the pictures and soon enough he would tell her his story, her story, their story.
He noticed her standing in the doorway and looked over to her, his face a blank canvas, but he couldn't fathom what was going on behind Sarah's eyes. Her body was slumped forward, forlorn looking, almost as if she was in defeat but he couldn't understand why.
"I suppose you want to know about them, right?"
Jareth watched her as she moved over to the couch and took a seat at the end of it away from him. Tears were in her eyes as she started to speak. "Jareth, please understand the last thing I ever want to do is hurt you."
"I know, Sarah, you won't. Just tell me everything . from the beginning."
"It all started when I was about 15, I kept having these dreams about a far off place with mystical beings and a Goblin King. I didn't really know what was going on with me at the time but the dream reoccurred nearly every night of my teenage years. I started to write a journal about them, about events that happened and about this desire I had for I man I never knew. I didn't want to believe it was all fantasy although many people kept trying to tell me that it was just all in my imagination. I started to draw him, as you can see and I truly believed that one day I would meet him and he would be my soul mate.
"I went to college and started dating. At first everything seemed normal, I seemed to attract and be attracted to normal guys, but one by one they fell by the wayside none of them ever living up to my expectations. I went through like . well that doesn't really matter," she said daring to look at Jareth to ascertain what his reaction to that last comment may be.
"Did you sleep with any of them?" He asked, not knowing what it would do to him if he knew or not.
"Yes, most of them. I lost my virginity at 17, to a man that resembled the King slightly. But each of my lovers took on a more striking resemblance to him than the one before had. At 21 I moved here, no one at home had his accent, his beautifully, velvety rich tone. I met Gary not long after I came here, he was always a good friend and he knew of my obsession. He started asking questions after I had got rid of the sixth boyfriend in as many months. I told him everything at the time but I never showed him the pictures, not until we first met anyway.
"Eventually, Gary and I got together. We became lovers very quickly and if it hadn't been for the dreams that kept coming I probably still would have been with him when I met you. I had stopped dreaming about 'him' for a while but as soon as I started to get a bit closer to Gary they started again and became much more involved than any of the dreams I had had before. I saw him like I had never seen him before, I saw you. They took on a completely different angle too; they were mostly here in England, always on earth, never in the other place. They became increasingly passionate as well." She again ventured to see Jareth's reaction. He sat there thinking about what she was telling him, knowing full well that these dreams she had been having were matching his completely, but he didn't let on, it was too soon for that. He looked up to her encouraging her to go on.
"That final picture, the one where you appear normal, was the last one I drew. I drew it the night I split up with Gary. I had been in his bed having the most erotic dream I had ever had involving us and I just couldn't lie there any longer, lying to him. I told him I had to go, he told me to find my prince. Well I think I finally have but its up to you now Jareth. Do you believe me?"
"Wholeheartedly," he said, "I have always believed, as I think you have, that I was destined for one woman and ever since I started to visualise her I knew I would meet her one day. And then there you were, nervously deciding whether to go into the pub on that fateful night or turn and run home."
"Fateful? It brought us together."
"Yes it did, and that is exactly why it was fateful. I need you Sarah, if something happens and we are for some reason torn apart from one another I know I will never be able to draw another breath and not be able to remember you. You are my world."
"Jareth, if something happened to us and we split up you would be able to forget me!"
"Please believe me, I would never be able to forget you!" Tears shone at the corners of his eyes as he found her face with his eyes. "I love you Sarah Williams, with all my heart, I am yours forever."
"Jareth, you're not angry with me for not telling you sooner?"
He merely shook his head and moved up the seat toward her. Taking her head between his hands he looked deeply into her eyes laying his own open as a pathway to his soul. She could read all of the emotion and truth that was there in his heart; she knew that everything he had said to her was sincere.
Finding each other they kissed, it was the sweetest kiss they had ever shared both hoping that the other wouldn't end it this time. Jareth knew instinctively that tonight would be special, not only would he make love to his Sarah for the first time but they would move mountains for each other. He pulled back rubbing her nose with his, like Eskimo's and he looked on as she smiled at him. "Wait here a minute," he whispered to her as he rushed off into the kitchen, he turned off the oven they weren't going to need the food at the moment, he made sure that all of the doors were locked and he took all of the candles he could find up to Sarah's bedroom, including the one that had been alight on top of the dining table. Tonight was going to be perfect if he had anything to do with it and he went about lighting all of the candles that he know had in the bedroom also making sure that nothing would easily catch on fire and burn. He decided against the music as well. After all, they would be making enough of their own sweet music and that was set to burn the house down too if he was correct about each of their own passions.
He ran back down the stairs jumping down the last few, he had been away from her long enough already.
"Where have you been?" She asked him walking over to him.
"Just had a few things to sort out," he answered as she took him into her embrace and kissed him. He kissed her back with all his might, lips crashing against lips, tongues finding each other in the caverns of their mouths, their minds intermingling as each instinctively knew what the other was doing, each heart rapidly beating against the cage of its owner.
Jareth felt Sarah's hands move over the silky fabric of his shirt and then down under the loose hem as it lay over the top of his pants. He moved away from her a little so that she was able to unbutton his shirt, 'she wouldn't be so lucky when it came to him removing her clothes' he thought as her slow movements heightened his sexual tension.
He pulled out of their embrace and she moaned at the loss of his lips. "Sarah, if you continue like this then I will take you here and now. If you don't want to spoil the surprise I have for you upstairs then give me time to take you there."
She nodded she wanted the surprise. He picked her up effortlessly carrying her up to her bedroom. One of her arms strayed around his neck but she used her other one to tease his nipples as they made their way up the stairs.
"Do you realise how bad you are being, my love?" Jareth asked, a feral grin upon his lips. She may not have waited but he was enjoying it all the same.
"I just want to know what you are going to do with me? Have I been very bad?"
He watched her wickedly trying to decide what to do to her first. He threw her onto the bed and removed his unbuttoned shirt letting it pool at his feet as he watched her expression. She was in awe, he had made her room look more beautiful than it already was and to have him stand there in front of her dominating the whole picture was more than she could bear. She had to have a piece of him and it had to be now.
Jareth moved in for the kill, he would make their first time as slow and passionate as he was able to, making sure that Sarah's enjoyment and happiness was paramount, and he was sure they would continue like that for most of the night. And tomorrow . well tomorrow he would tell her the truth.
Synopsis: Sarah & Jareth have to prove their love for one another. Sarah runs the gauntlet again, but what will Jareth do?
Everything I do
Chapter 13 - Getting to know Sarah
Nine weeks had gone by since Jareth and Sarah had got together and during that time they had had tremendous fun. Their day in Stratford had proved to be agreeable for them both; they shared a keen interest in history and had enjoyed visiting Anne Hathaway's cottage and the Shakespeare museum before going to the theatre that night and watching the comedic performance of 'Much Ado About Nothing' by the Royal Shakespeare Company.
They had mostly spent the weeks apart, mainly due to the fact that they both worked and Jareth had no transport. But at the weekend their time was their own. Jacob, Sarah's neighbour, had offered to watch the shop on a Saturday so that she had more time with Jareth. They had visited much of the Cotswolds, had a flutter on the horses when there had been a meet at Cheltenham, had spent a long, languid weekend at 'Centre Parcs' over the Easter break being pampered and enjoying the woodland walks; and another in Bath courtesy of an antiques friend of Sarah's over the Whitsun holiday seeing the sights and spending lots of quality time together.
It was now the school holidays and Jareth was at a loose end. He knew that if he went over to see Sarah too soon she wouldn't be too pleased, this was ultimately one of her busiest times of the year and although Jacob helped out where he could, Sarah insisted that he was doing too much for her without any recompense.
But he couldn't wait any longer, by the time he had walked into his local village to get a taxi to Sarah's he would be about on time for her. And if she wasn't quite ready he could always make himself useful by starting the dinner or something.
Finding his shoes, he slipped them on and looked out of the window deciding if he needed a coat. Although it was now July, there was still the chance of a sudden downpour. This was England after all. The sky seemed pretty clear so he headed out without it.
Twenty minutes later he was in a taxi and on his way to Sarah's. She had tried to get him to learn how to drive but he had dismissed it out of hand saying that if god had meant him to drive he wouldn't have given him legs, and if he had his way Sarah wouldn't live fifteen miles away and cars would not have been deemed necessary, but as it was he didn't mind. If she lived any closer he would have been sorely tempted to spend every waking hour with her, in fact, every hour with her, waking or not.
Another twenty minutes and he was stood outside of her shop wondering what she would be wearing today. She would definitely be wearing jeans, it still wasn't quite warm enough for her to brave the elements and wear a skirt or a dress, although Jareth always hoped that that was the day when she would. He looked forward to the time when she would wear something a little more feminine.
On the one and only occasion he had so far seen her in a dress it had been when they had been invited to a friend's wedding. He had been anticipating her arrival all day and had been pleasantly surprised when he had opened the door to her. She had been staggeringly beautiful standing before him in a cool pink cross over dress with capped sleeves. The dress accentuated her curves and the slightly bias cut skirt fluted outwards at her knee. Her hair was piled on top of her head; the ends curling slightly and the layers at the side had been pinned up with jewel-encased clips. She had worn a touch of eye shadow and blusher for the occasion and she had finished off with jewellery that matched the hairpins. He had gasped and lost his breath from his first glimpse of her. She had asked if he was okay, all concern, but then this was a man in love with the most beautiful and elegant woman he had ever met. He made a comment that she should wear dresses more often and that her hair suited her away from her face. She had replied, "The next time you see me in a dress and my hair immaculate is the day you make an honest woman of me".
Jareth collected his thoughts, if he continued in that vein he was likely to pick Sarah up and throw her over his shoulder, carry her to the back of the shop and make love to her, regardless of whether she had any customers or not. Placing his hand on the handle he pushed it down and opened the door, stooping as he had to whenever he walked in. He immediately found her eyes with his and watched as her face blossomed, she was glad to see him.
There were four or five customers in the small store as Jareth found his way over to her, excusing himself as he moved across the room, always graceful and gracious. "Hi," he eventually got to say as he lent in and quickly gave Sarah a peck on the cheek. The area he had kissed blushing under his touch.
"I think I'm going to be here forever," she whispered. "Why don't you go over to my place and make yourself comfy?"
"Can I do anything? Start dinner or something?"
"If you can find anything!" She smirked, knowing full well that her cupboards were probably as bare as Old Mother Hubbard's.
"I'll order us a takeaway then, for about an hour or so?"
"Yes, I should be home by then." She handed him her house keys.
"I'll see you then." He replied and planted another kiss on her, this time on the lips.
"Mm, did you have to stop?" She asked passion welling in her depths.
"Yes, unless you want me to take you here and now and lose the customers you still have in the shop!"
"Okay, you win this time but you may not be so lucky later on!" She exclaimed to his retreating back. Jareth stood at the open doorway turning to face her. "Promises, promises," he answered as he closed the door behind him with a small wave.
Walking the short distance to her home, Jareth wondered what he was going to do when he got there. He had been to the house a couple of times; Sarah having the transport usually came to him. He often wondered if he had an opportunity such as this would he do the same to her as she had him. On their second date she had systematically worked her way through all of the rooms in his flat trying to decipher the man she was falling rapidly in love with. He, on the other hand, knew Sarah, had watched her grow up from the 15 year old awkward teenager to the woman she was today, although not remembering each of the encounters she had had with him in his Labyrinth she still was pretty much the same person. So what should he do?
Walking through the front door of the cottage he went to the kitchen hoping to find some inspiration there but not finding much. He picked up the handset of the phone and phoned the local Chinese takeaway. He had built up quite an appetite for it after Sarah's introduction of it to him, and he was now quite a pro. The meal was to be delivered in 45 minutes so he had a little time to set the table in the dining area of Sarah's living room.
He walked out into the back garden after finding the secateurs Sarah used for pruning her shrubs and borders, and snipped a couple of stems off some of the rose bushes she had growing there. They would go nicely in the small vase he had bought her when they had been in Bath. He set the table, putting on a tablecloth and napkins as well as the cutlery, the vase and its buds taking pride of place. He also acquired a candlestick from one of the shelves by the front window and set that on the table too.
While he was waiting for the food to show up, he stole a few minutes in the office knowing exactly what he would find there. Surprisingly, she had never insisted that he stay out of the room like he had known she had with everyone else. Perhaps she thought that he couldn't do or say anything untoward when he saw his picture up on the wall. All of her other suitors would have become angry or jealous but he couldn't, could he? After all he was the subject of all of them. He sat on the couch as he had seen her do so many times before when he had been in owl form.
Now there was a thought. Had he really missed his magic? He didn't think he had in all honesty and he had had Sarah to thank for all of it. He hadn't thought that his lack of magic would debilitate him whilst he had been here on earth and in fact he had proved himself right. The only time he had ever thought he wanted it was after his first encounter with Sarah, that night he had wanted to glide freely over the hills and woodlands that stretched out around his residence. But since then, he had never given it another thought.
He looked up, his mismatched eyes searching the drawings in front of him. He became lost in their apparent love, mesmerised that Sarah could truly capture his soul and recreate that in all of the pictures she had ever etched.
The knocker on the front door sounded bringing him out of his reverie. Going to it he found the usual deliveryman waiting for him. They exchanged money for food and he was soon alone again. He put the food in the oven, which was lit with a very small flame; it would keep the food warm until Sarah arrived home.
He thought he best set the mood for the evening. He lit the candle that sat on the table and placed a disc in the CD player, another wonderful invention allowing anyone the freedom to listen to their favourite piece of music whenever they wanted to. They didn't need an orchestra it was all there on one disc. Granted, you had to have several different discs but they were inexpensive and gave excellent quality every time they were played. He selected one of Sarah's favourites, a compilation album of female singers, each singing an enchanting melodic ballad, setting it on repeat so that it would continue if they were in the middle of something.
He made his way back into the office as he needed another hit, much like an alcoholic needing a drink or a smoker needing nicotine. He drew in a long shuddering breath realising how much he loved his sweet Sarah, how much she loved him and judging by the array in front of him, how much she had always loved him; even if it had been rooted into her deep subconscious. He heard the front door open and shut again behind his love as she entered her abode, but he didn't move didn't feel it necessary to. He would take her wrath if she wanted to bestow it, he would ask about the pictures and soon enough he would tell her his story, her story, their story.
He noticed her standing in the doorway and looked over to her, his face a blank canvas, but he couldn't fathom what was going on behind Sarah's eyes. Her body was slumped forward, forlorn looking, almost as if she was in defeat but he couldn't understand why.
"I suppose you want to know about them, right?"
Jareth watched her as she moved over to the couch and took a seat at the end of it away from him. Tears were in her eyes as she started to speak. "Jareth, please understand the last thing I ever want to do is hurt you."
"I know, Sarah, you won't. Just tell me everything . from the beginning."
"It all started when I was about 15, I kept having these dreams about a far off place with mystical beings and a Goblin King. I didn't really know what was going on with me at the time but the dream reoccurred nearly every night of my teenage years. I started to write a journal about them, about events that happened and about this desire I had for I man I never knew. I didn't want to believe it was all fantasy although many people kept trying to tell me that it was just all in my imagination. I started to draw him, as you can see and I truly believed that one day I would meet him and he would be my soul mate.
"I went to college and started dating. At first everything seemed normal, I seemed to attract and be attracted to normal guys, but one by one they fell by the wayside none of them ever living up to my expectations. I went through like . well that doesn't really matter," she said daring to look at Jareth to ascertain what his reaction to that last comment may be.
"Did you sleep with any of them?" He asked, not knowing what it would do to him if he knew or not.
"Yes, most of them. I lost my virginity at 17, to a man that resembled the King slightly. But each of my lovers took on a more striking resemblance to him than the one before had. At 21 I moved here, no one at home had his accent, his beautifully, velvety rich tone. I met Gary not long after I came here, he was always a good friend and he knew of my obsession. He started asking questions after I had got rid of the sixth boyfriend in as many months. I told him everything at the time but I never showed him the pictures, not until we first met anyway.
"Eventually, Gary and I got together. We became lovers very quickly and if it hadn't been for the dreams that kept coming I probably still would have been with him when I met you. I had stopped dreaming about 'him' for a while but as soon as I started to get a bit closer to Gary they started again and became much more involved than any of the dreams I had had before. I saw him like I had never seen him before, I saw you. They took on a completely different angle too; they were mostly here in England, always on earth, never in the other place. They became increasingly passionate as well." She again ventured to see Jareth's reaction. He sat there thinking about what she was telling him, knowing full well that these dreams she had been having were matching his completely, but he didn't let on, it was too soon for that. He looked up to her encouraging her to go on.
"That final picture, the one where you appear normal, was the last one I drew. I drew it the night I split up with Gary. I had been in his bed having the most erotic dream I had ever had involving us and I just couldn't lie there any longer, lying to him. I told him I had to go, he told me to find my prince. Well I think I finally have but its up to you now Jareth. Do you believe me?"
"Wholeheartedly," he said, "I have always believed, as I think you have, that I was destined for one woman and ever since I started to visualise her I knew I would meet her one day. And then there you were, nervously deciding whether to go into the pub on that fateful night or turn and run home."
"Fateful? It brought us together."
"Yes it did, and that is exactly why it was fateful. I need you Sarah, if something happens and we are for some reason torn apart from one another I know I will never be able to draw another breath and not be able to remember you. You are my world."
"Jareth, if something happened to us and we split up you would be able to forget me!"
"Please believe me, I would never be able to forget you!" Tears shone at the corners of his eyes as he found her face with his eyes. "I love you Sarah Williams, with all my heart, I am yours forever."
"Jareth, you're not angry with me for not telling you sooner?"
He merely shook his head and moved up the seat toward her. Taking her head between his hands he looked deeply into her eyes laying his own open as a pathway to his soul. She could read all of the emotion and truth that was there in his heart; she knew that everything he had said to her was sincere.
Finding each other they kissed, it was the sweetest kiss they had ever shared both hoping that the other wouldn't end it this time. Jareth knew instinctively that tonight would be special, not only would he make love to his Sarah for the first time but they would move mountains for each other. He pulled back rubbing her nose with his, like Eskimo's and he looked on as she smiled at him. "Wait here a minute," he whispered to her as he rushed off into the kitchen, he turned off the oven they weren't going to need the food at the moment, he made sure that all of the doors were locked and he took all of the candles he could find up to Sarah's bedroom, including the one that had been alight on top of the dining table. Tonight was going to be perfect if he had anything to do with it and he went about lighting all of the candles that he know had in the bedroom also making sure that nothing would easily catch on fire and burn. He decided against the music as well. After all, they would be making enough of their own sweet music and that was set to burn the house down too if he was correct about each of their own passions.
He ran back down the stairs jumping down the last few, he had been away from her long enough already.
"Where have you been?" She asked him walking over to him.
"Just had a few things to sort out," he answered as she took him into her embrace and kissed him. He kissed her back with all his might, lips crashing against lips, tongues finding each other in the caverns of their mouths, their minds intermingling as each instinctively knew what the other was doing, each heart rapidly beating against the cage of its owner.
Jareth felt Sarah's hands move over the silky fabric of his shirt and then down under the loose hem as it lay over the top of his pants. He moved away from her a little so that she was able to unbutton his shirt, 'she wouldn't be so lucky when it came to him removing her clothes' he thought as her slow movements heightened his sexual tension.
He pulled out of their embrace and she moaned at the loss of his lips. "Sarah, if you continue like this then I will take you here and now. If you don't want to spoil the surprise I have for you upstairs then give me time to take you there."
She nodded she wanted the surprise. He picked her up effortlessly carrying her up to her bedroom. One of her arms strayed around his neck but she used her other one to tease his nipples as they made their way up the stairs.
"Do you realise how bad you are being, my love?" Jareth asked, a feral grin upon his lips. She may not have waited but he was enjoying it all the same.
"I just want to know what you are going to do with me? Have I been very bad?"
He watched her wickedly trying to decide what to do to her first. He threw her onto the bed and removed his unbuttoned shirt letting it pool at his feet as he watched her expression. She was in awe, he had made her room look more beautiful than it already was and to have him stand there in front of her dominating the whole picture was more than she could bear. She had to have a piece of him and it had to be now.
Jareth moved in for the kill, he would make their first time as slow and passionate as he was able to, making sure that Sarah's enjoyment and happiness was paramount, and he was sure they would continue like that for most of the night. And tomorrow . well tomorrow he would tell her the truth.