CHAPTER 2

Sarah went to apologize to him, when he turned around and let out a small sigh of shock.

"Sarah!?" His voice a slight whisper and his express lit up with a sweet and excited smile. A second thought crossed through his mind. "You're not real, are you? I'm just seeing wishes?"

Shocked at what had taken place, Sarah looked around, and then collected herself so that she could talk to him. She was glad to be looking up into his mismatched eyes of deep blue and hazel.

"I'm as real as you are Jareth. You called for me, so I answered you. It's good to see you again." She saw a confused expression begin to place upon his handsome face features. A slow dance came on, so Sarah took his hand lightly and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I'll explain after. Come on; let's just have fun and dance for the moment. So then, may I have this dance?"

Jareth could have jumped for joy, but held it in. He gave her a slight, but elegant, bow. "It would be my honor, my dear little Sarah." She returned his bow with a small curtsy, smiled, and they walked to the dance floor.

They were in the same ballroom as the one they had danced in during the 'peach' incident, save that there were some differences. Sarah's dress wasn't a puffy, it was more form fitting, but still a shiny, silky, beauty graced it. Her hair wasn't tied up; it was done in a tight neat French braid with a string of rhine-stones entwined in the braiding, tied up with a silk white ribbon.

Jareth himself had basically the same outfit. A white poet's shirt and leather blue vest, with black knee-high boots. The only two differences were that of his costume cape wasn't worn, and his usually stern face was replaced with a warm, soft, gentle smile and eyes.

They glided across the floor silently. Soon, all of the other dancers faded away, leaving them the whole floor to grace with their dancing. They started to enjoy dancing so much that it began to feel as if they were floating, and dancing in the clouds. What Jareth spun Sarah, she went to glimpse the shiny marble floor, that wasn't there. They were floating; they were dancing in the clouds. She spun back to Jareth and whispered to him.

"We're dancing in the clouds Jareth."

His eyes surveyed her body slowly. Letting out a questioning sigh, and with a small hint of worry, he asked. "Are you scared? We could go back to the ground if you would like Sarah."

Sarah gave him a reassuring smile, then leaned on his chest, closing the space between them. "No, I like it up in the clouds. I feel that you'd never let me fall, that I can trust you."

Jareth looked down at the beautiful figure hugging him. His eyes widened and his ,outh open only slightly with the surprise of what she had just said. 'She trusts me,' he thought. A soft smile took over his lips and he hugged her back. Jareth turned a brilant, put pale colored crimson.

"Sarah, I'd never let you fall." His eyes closed lightly and gently while a small, loving smile neither played or snuck across his face, but just showed up from the love he felt.