A/N: Yes everyone I am back. Thank you again for all your wonderful feedback. Keep it coming. It had to happen, this chapter is Completely Mushy.

Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the labyrinth or its inhabitants.

Sarah couldn't sleep. She was nervous for a number of reasons. Her father the Elf King could attack at any moment. Second although technically she was married to Jareth she would have to go through the formalities. Her mind and her heart were not in agreement either.

She was confused as to her feelings for Jareth, the last week he had been kind, helpful, and comforting, nothing like she remembered from her previous journey.

She finally rose from the bed and walked up the hall then stepped out onto a balcony. The campfires were slowly dieing out, letting her know that either the army was resting or they had moved on closer to the castle.

Jareth was giving a few last minute instructions to the guards and decided he needed to get some rest. He walked out into the hall and noticed Sarah, and walked to her.

"Can you not sleep?"

"No, to restless I guess."

"Yes I am as well." He paused, he looked at her just gazing out in the distance, and he allowed himself to chuckle.

"What do you find so amusing?" She asked with a frown.

"Just that I was so preoccupied with winning the contest I never realized how much you resemble your mother."

"I have no memory of her. Robert, the man who raised me, said she died when I was a month old."

"I'm sorry, Sarah, your mother was the most kind person I ever remember meeting. Yet your father was slowly destroying her. When you were born she didn't want him to hurt you all though that would have been impossible."

"Why?"

He touched her neck on the spot where the mark was instantly her body felt a bolt of energy. "This mark was more of a symbol of my agreement to marry you, it was a way of offering you protection. I knew how your father was; I did not want any harm to come to you. I remember holding you in my arms when I gave you that mark. Your eyes held no fear. They still do not" He smiled at her.

"Jareth, how old are you?" She hesitated in asking, but obviously he was at least as old as her father.

Jareth laughed. "Older than you can possibly imagine, but no worries Sarah, I am immortal, as well as you are. Age does not matter."

"There seems so many." She sighed looking at the slowly fading campfires.

"Were prepared, you have nothing to worry about. Here let me give you something." He took something out of his shirt. He then placed the chain around her neck and clasped it. "According to tradition I should wait until tomorrow to give you this, however since technically you are my wife, we will ignore tradition this once."

Sarah glanced down; it was a crescent moon pendant that exactly resembled his. "It looks like yours."

"Yes it is a symbol being the Goblin Queen. The council will have no doubt that I have already bound you to me. So you see there is nothing to worry about."

"I just wish" she started.

"Sarah, you know better." He said teasingly, he glanced at her again; she was so stunning underneath the moonlight. He did not now how she would react but at this moment he did not care.

He carefully turned her head toward him, gently playing with the strands that fell in her face. At first she tried to pull away, but he pulled her closer to him, his face was inches from hers.

"Jareth please don't do that," She said nervously.

He simply smiled at her then took her mouth in his.

Sarah felt the electricity of the kiss pass through her, her whole being felt alive, she found her self responding to his kiss, opening her mouth to him. He pulled her tight to him wrapping his arms around her intensifying the kiss. Sarah found herself wrapping her arms around him. His hands caressed her back, and she realized he was ungloved. The feel of his hands against her skin sent sensations through her she never felt before.

Jareth was the first to pull away although his body wanted him to continue. Sarah looked at him and smiled.

She sighed why did it take her so long to realize she loved him. He would make everything all right.

"Jareth, I want to apologize?"

"Whatever for Sarah?" He gently cupped her face in his hands.

"For not realizing I loved you sooner."

He smiled. "Sarah, I have waited so long for you to say that." He kissed her again more passionately then before. Sarah found her self responding just as hungrily.

Jareth moaned into her mouth, he wanted her, and needed her more then he had ever needed anyone.

"Sarah" Jareth started.

Sarah sighed. "No, please don't say anything, lets not end this, please."

He smiled, and kissed her again. Within a moment he transported them to his chambers. Sarah didn't even seem to mind, in fact she intensified her kisses.

He gently removed her robe, and she gently unbuttoned his shirt. Their kisses became more passionate and needy. Their bodies were pressed against one another's.

He gently lifted her and carried her to the bed, gently laying her down, then joining her.