Slowly, Sarah opened her eyes. The sunlight streaming in through the windows hurt her eyes, and she closed them again. Her bed was so warm, and so soft, and she just wanted to stay in there forever. But she couldn't, and she knew it.

What day was it? Was it Saturday? Sarah couldn't remember. The last event she could remember was screaming out something while Jack was on top of her, and then fainting.

"Wait. If I fainted, then who took me home? How did I get out of Jack's car and back to my own? Why did Jack stop?" She opened her eyes and sat up, looking around her. She was in her apartment, in her room. "Maybe it was all just a dream," she said aloud to nobody. She stretched, then lazily lifted herself out of the bed. On the way out the door, she caught her reflection, and gasped.

Her face was bruised and covered in whisker burns from where Jack had grabbed and kissed her so roughly the night before. She ran her hands over her body, and winced when she felt the tenderness between her legs. How far had Jack gotten? She didn't remember. She slumped down in the chair, feeling the sobs rising up in her throat.

"He didn't, if that's what you're wondering."

Sarah nearly fell off the chair when she heard that voice. She slowly raised her eyes to look in the mirror. Her unmade bed was show in the reflection, and to her surprise: so was Jareth, the Goblin King.

He was lounging on her bed, like he laid there like that every Saturday morning. In such a wanton position, Sarah felt the sudden desire to run to him, to let him love her and love him in return, and let him have her. But she fought it, and instead replied with a shaky, "What do you mean?"

"He didn't get as far as he wanted to. I stopped him before he had the chance. Did he hurt you, Sarah? Are you okay?" His mismatched eyes were suddenly deep and full of worry as he got up and walked towards her. He reached out a gloved hand to cup her face, but she recoiled.

"What are you doing here, Jareth?" She tried to sound as cold as possible, hoping that the warmth she felt at feeling him didn't show through in her voice.

"You called upon me, remember?"

"I did no such thing." She turned her head and stuck her nose in the air. Jareth just laughed softly and waved his hand. A crystal appeared, and he blew it so that it floated in front of Sarah's face. She gasped when she saw what was inside: Jack was on top of her, his hands punishing her for no reason, his mouth raping hers. She heard herself scream for Jareth, and saw him appear out of nowhere, throwing Jack out of the car. He had saved her. He had brought her home, and he had watched after her throughout the night.

"You see?"

"Well, I appreciate what you did for me. You can go back to your castle now."

"Sarah, don't deny it. You know you're glad to see me, so why won't you just admit it?"

"I'm not glad, I'm disgusted." She was shocked at her outright lie. Why was she being so horrid to him? Was she afraid of falling in love and then getting her heart broken? Was she afraid that he'd leave her once she opened up? She didn't know, and that worried her, but she didn't let it show when she turned around to face him.

She gasped. While she was watching the orb, he had come up behind her. They were now face to face, closer than they'd ever been before. The nearness of him was like a magnet, and she was willing to do anything to close the almost inexistent gap, but somehow restrained herself.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, Sarah, but I'm not leaving yet. Not until I get what I want from you."

"Tell me what it is, and I'll give it to you. Anything to get you out of here!" Sarah wanted to scream out loud, tell Jareth that she didn't mean any of it. The words just kept flowing out of her mouth on their own accord, startling her every time she heard the harsh tone that came out with them.

"Don't play games, Sarah. You know what it is that I want. I've wanted it ever since I met you." He stepped closer, leaving no space between their bodies. She was at eye level with his chest, and she inhaled, taking in the way that he smelled and the way his breast rose and fell with every breath. He slid one gloved hand behind around her neck, and gently forced her to look up into his eyes. "Merely fear me, love me, do as I say, and I will be your slave," he whispered.

Trying to keep tears from spilling out of the corners of her eyes, Sarah blinked. In that split second, Jareth had pressed his lips against hers, his tongue lightly flicking out and trailing the line between her lower and bottom lips. Then he was gone.

"What's said is said, Sarah. I'll be back."