Sarah was shocked. Jareth had exerted such force, such power...it was kind of a turn on. She felt herself slipping further and further away from reality as their kiss deepened, his tongue gently exploring the inside of his mouth, his lips caressing hers. He pushed her body against the car and pushed his body next to hers, causing a falling sensation in the pit of her stomach. Heat flared all over her body, but it was mostly centered in between her legs, where his evident arousal was pressing.

"Jareth-" Sarah tried to mumble out a weak protest, but was quickly silenced. His hands stopped their exploration of her back, reached around her and opened the car door, pushing her down into the backseat. He ended their kissing, although reluctantly, to look her in the eyes and speak.

"Sarah, it should be obvious as to how much I want you. But I want you to know that this isn't just lust...it's so much more than that. We could be something so beautiful, Sarah, but if I'm moving too fast, then just let me know. I'll stop whenever you tell me to stop, and I won't push you. Do you believe me?"

Sarah, too stunned to speak, just nodded. Jareth smiled, one eyebrow raised, and moved his kisses from her lips to her jawline, leaving a tantalizing trail down her neck and to her collarbone. Every touch of his lips to her skin felt like fire, but a pleasant burn instead of a painful one. His hips rolled against hers, almost dance-like, and even though she was embarrassed, she didn't want it to stop. She didn't want it to ever stop. She became aware of a soft, silky texture in her hands, and realized that she was running her fingers through his mane of shocking blonde hair.

His hands at her waist and slowly traveling downwards, Jareth looked up at Sarah's face. The expression resting there of such peace and such pleasure at the same time was enough to both break his heart and mend it. It was then that he realized that he really, truly, honestly loved her, from the bottom of his soul to the top of his heart. Everything he'd ever done in his entire life had been for this moment, and all of the sweet moments that they would share when they were finally together.

"Jareth? Are you okay?" Sarah had broken from her trance and was now looking at the face of the man resting his head on her abdomen. She felt something wet against the skin that her rumpled shirt had revealed, and was surprised to find out that they were tears. "Jareth? Jareth, answer me. Jareth, please, are you okay?" Sarah completely set up, making Jareth fall out off of her stomach and into her lap.

"Sarah," he said softly. "I can't help it. I've never...this is something so...it's all just...I don't even know how to describe it. I'm at a loss for words. That's how you make me feel, Sarah, and I like it. I like it a lot."

Sarah felt like crying herself. Never had she heard this man, this seeming cruel, stone-hearted man speak with such emotion and tenderness. She shivered as a chill went down her spine, causing him to sit up. He was taken aback when he saw tears rolling down her cheeks, as though trying to match the ones cascading around his.

"Sarah, do I make you sad?"

"No, Jareth, it's not that at all. I just...you...you don't understand what kind of position I'm being put in." She knew that he didn't understand anything about the position she was being put in, nor would he ever know. She felt herself falling in love with the Goblin King, the man who could make her the happiest person on earth, yet she couldn't have him. Her only obvious choice was to end it, here and now, before it went any further. But that would mean having to live without him, and she didn't know if she could bear that.

As much as she wanted to, Sarah resisted throwing herself into his strong arms and bawling like a baby. He wouldn't be able to take care of this problem, and she knew it. This would have to be her own battle.

"Jareth."

"Yes?"

"I think it might be best if you leave now."

Jareth blinked in surprise, then nodded. "I understand." Sarah knew that was a lie, how could he understand? He didn't know what she was going through.

He sighed, then summoned a crystal and vanished, not even saying goodbye.

Sarah curled up in the corner of the backseat. Her lips seemed to be screaming at her to get back the thing that made them burn so delightfully, and her hips seemed to be begging her to roll back into the warmth and excitement of his body, but she couldn't.

Instead, she cried.

Jareth paced in the doorway of his bedchambers. He was flustered and still aroused from the incident in the car, but he knew that neither would go away until he was fully satisfied. Before, he had wanted just another taste of her lips, and then her skin...he wanted to feel her beneath him, her heart pulsating with his, the two of them in sync. Now, he had felt it, and the only thing he wanted in life was to have more. But not even more was enough, he had to have it all. He had to have her: body, mind, and soul.

"Sarah." He spoke her name aloud to the empty room. "I understand so much more than you think."

He fell backwards onto his bed, his entire body screaming for the erotic, whispery touches that he had felt only minutes before. He couldn't satiate them, though, so instead he laid his head onto the pillows, and cried.