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Chapter 5 - Revelations
"And then he practically screams to me from the other side of the ravine – what are you thinking? How are you going to explain that?!? And then he just takes off running!" Ronin was practically on the floor laughing. His dinner companions were oblivious to his prattle, to dedicated to staring at one another – drinking in the visage before them as if it were the finest wine. Jareth and Sarah had barely touched the food, they simply wanted dinner to be over, to finish their conversation. Every time Sarah thought of his lips on hers, waves of energy flowed through her body. Every nerve screamed for his touch and it took all of her mental strength not to reach out to him, just to touch him. For Jareth, it was the same, if etiquette did not demand he entertain his friend, he would have picked her up and taken her straight off to his chambers to continue where they had left off. His mind kept circling around their kiss. He had never had to persuade a woman before, but thirteen years and his mind and body were starved for affection, real affection. He wanted her, but he would be as patient as he had to be, even if it killed him.
"And then there was this time where Myra asked Jareth to kidnap her so I could swoop in an rescue her – something about being rescued always does it for my little kitten whiskers – and he kidnaps her alright, and puts her right in the middle of the Bog! Can you believe this Goblin King? I mean, neither of us were in any mood for any kind of escapades after wandering through that mess.....but I did enjoy the bath that ensued."
Jareth set his wine glass down, and spoke for the first time in what seemed like an eternity. "Don't you have somewhere to be, Ronin?" Jareth asked, quite exasperated at his friend, never taking his eyes from Sarah.
"No." Ronin's eyes were big and innocent as he continued to weave his stories, finally Jareth broke his gaze from Sarah and stood, staring sternly down on his friend. Mentally he chided his friend 'you should thank me, old friend, the longer I prattle the more desperate she looks. You will be, how shall I say, bonding ten seconds after I leave. I mean look at her, she is practically panting....that reminds me....."
"Ronin!" Jareth practically yelled, he did not like the thought of his friend looking at his Sarah with such thoughts in his head. "I do not know how much more direct I can be with you. Please leave, now. If you do not, Myra will be the one rescuing you from the Bog – and I will ensure that the stench never leaves you."
Ronin blinked a few times and looked from Sarah to Jareth to Sarah and back to Jareth before feigned realization finally sunk in "Ooooooooooooooooooooooh I get it – you want to be alone! To ah, talk, I'm sure." Sarah blushed a bit, but the fact of the matter was, his comments had little effect on her. "Watch out for this one lass," Ronin winked at Sarah, "I hear its been a while for the old boy and he may be a bit out of practice!" The grin on Ronin's face was matched by the scowl on the Goblin Kings and wide eyes of Sarah. Without warning, Sarah laughed loudly, Jareth turned, and he too began to laugh, hearing his love free of anger and fear warmed him.
"And whatever practice I may be out of, you were sure to pick up the slack. And not always in the best of circles." Jareth chided his friend, and raised his glass.
Ronin walked up behind Sarah, he bent low, not seeing the cloud of silver dust solidify into the form of his betrothed behind him. "If you get bored with him, darling, you can always search me out for a good time. All the ladies say I have twice the skill and three times the charm of the Goblin King, you know." Sarah raised an eyebrow, and had Jareth not seen the sparkle in the seemingly demure elvin princesses eye, he would have dropped his friend into the darkest part of the Firey forest at that moment.
"Oh please, my love, I am sure Jareth could weave a passionate fire around your over stuffed....ego....and if you weren't a prince with lands coming out your ears, I would have left you long ago for some actual fun! Trust me, dear girl, he is all talk, and the skill comes from this side of the fence." With a very startled expression on his face, the rouge price turned around to find his betrothed elvin princess standing with her arms crossed and a smug look upon her face that begged the question ' and just how do you plan on getting out of this one? '
Recovering quickly amidst the chuckles of both Sarah and Jareth, Ronin turned to face his princess, and swept her into a deep full dip and whispered something into her ear, and proceeded to playfully nip at her porcelain neck. When the two were again standing facing the Goblin King, Myra was more than a little flushed.
Sarah stood and walked to stand behind the still seated Goblin King.
"Sarah, I would like you to meet the Princess Myra, of the Elvin Kingdom, betrothed of Prince Ronin. Myra, this is Lady Sarah Williams." Jareth stood, possessively wrapping his arm about Sarah's waist. Myra blinked and stared at the lovely woman Jareth had his arm wrapped about. The woman moved even closer at his touch, and their auras, Myra was positive that they practically shared one. There were so many questions, but Myra had come here for a reason, and delving into the romantic inclinations of a reclusive Goblin King was not it, as much as she wished it was. She would get her answers to this from Ronin soon enough.
"A pleasure to meet you, Lady Sarah." Myra turned her attention to the King then, "I sincerely apologize for the intrusion..." Myra began, before Jareth interrupted her.
"Yes, it is fine Myra. But Sarah and I were about to retire to the study for the evening. The two of us has a great deal to discuss. I thank you both for...."
"Jareth, its regarding your father." Myra pressed, her entire countenance both stern and concerned.
Jareth sighed. All he wanted to do was finish his conversation with Sarah, to tell her how he loved her, and to kiss her again, to make her feel as though the world would never fall down around her. The mere mention of his father was enough to squelch any romantic inclinations he might have had. He swallowed the bile that was rising in his throat. A tense headache began to form in his temples. Instinctively, Sarah rubbed his hand. At her very touch, he relaxed. Myra noticed and made a mental note. She could tell something was happening with the King, and it confused her – she hoped it was for the best.
"Can it not wait until morning, Myra?" Jareth asked, seeing that the insistent royal was not moving to take her leave.
"No. It cannot." And with that, the petite redhead began to make her way to the King's study, followed closely by Ronin.
Left alone in the room, Jareth turned to Sarah. "There is so much I need to tell you yet, so much I need to explain." He stared into her eyes, his hand resting gently upon her cheek.
She stared back up at him, her eyes full of what he could only pray was truly love and not some infatuation. "There will be time." Was all she said, before curling into his chest to be comforted by the beating of his heart, and he knew her feelings were pure. With all of his heart he wanted to wrap her up and carry her off. "I hope there will be time tonight yet, but family comes first, my love." Jareth closed his eyes upon hearing her words. He had never thought that he would be blessed enough to hear her call him by such an endearing name.
"Sarah, you mean more to me than anyone, than anything. You know that I......."
Myra appeared just then, a very apologetic look upon her face for interrupting what she knew to be a private moment between the two. "I am sorry Jareth, but we must talk. Not just about your father, but about other matters as well. Sarah, this concerns you also. It would be best if you were there." Again the King sighed. He kissed Sarah's hands, unnerved by the foreboding tone Myra's voice held, and the three were standing in the study shortly, where Ronin had already poured the liquor, a concerned look upon his features.
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"No. It cannot." And with that, the petite redhead began to make her way to the King's study, followed closely by Ronin.
When the two were far enough away, Myra pulled Ronin aside into an alcove. "And just who is that? She looks just like the....."
"It her, beloved. She came back."
Myra's face showed her shocked awe. "But she's mortal, and she..."
"He bound her to him. They are for all intents and purposes, one." Ronin could not hide his serious smile, and Myra nearly jumped into his arms she was so thrilled.
"But I just saw him two ago. He completed the ritual and everything? When is the wedding? Oh he will have to let me plan it....."
"Myra, he hasn't exactly completed it yet. But he will, he assured me. There will be time for explanations later."
Myra sighed, "Well this makes the situation a whole lot more pressing. Where are they? I will just have to go and get their collective arses in motion!" And with that she was gone, reappearing back in the dining hall, and interrupting a very personal moment. Although she did note, that such a moment could only mean that they would be completely bound that evening. She regretted having to tell them about Mavin.
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Myra had finished relating her information to Jareth, Ronin and Sarah. She detailed how she had suspected Mavin for the longest time, but never was able to garner any proof – the witch had so imbedded herself into the heart of the Queen. She related how she was able to snag the vial from the supposed healer. She handed the vial to Ronin and Jareth, who stood on either side of the fire in the study while Myra and Sarah each occupied a lounge. All three were silent. Opening the vial carefully, Ronin raised it to his nose and pulled it away fiercely.
"Iron." He said, a dark look clouding his normally jovial features. "There is no mistake. The kind of serum it is, I cannot say, that is where you come in, Jareth. But there is an acrid smell to it that can only be iron." Ronin's family crest was the wolf, and as such, his senses were keen, especially his sense of smell. His diagnosis of the serum was not wrong.
"Why would she do this?" Sarah asked, appalled by the thought of someone intentionally hurting Jareth's father.
"That part," Myra began, "is unclear. But I have a thought." Myra stood and walked to Jareth, who stared into the fire, his emotions masked. Myra took his hand and drew his attention from the flame. "Jareth, Mavin has asked a favor of your mother." Myra cast a sympathetic glance to Sarah, pleading with her eyes to let her finish before she jumped to a conclusion. "She has petitioned your mother to ask you to wed the healer." Jareth looked confused and then amused, Sarah looked stunned. "And she accepted." Sarah felt as though she would vomit at the thought of Jareth with another. Jareth pulled his hand from Myra and moved to stand beside Sarah, who had herself stood. He smiled gently at her, and there, in front of both Ronin and Myra, he laid his lips upon hers, drawing her into his warmth, wrapping his arms around her small waist. Without moving his body from hers, he responded. "I do not accept, and never would have considered such a choice. My heart is here, in this room."
Myra and Ronin both smiled at the show of affection, and Myra continued. "I believe she is mad, Jareth. I believe she somehow has planned this to get to you. And now, we have the proof that she has been poisoning him."
"So what do we do?" Sarah asked Myra and Ronin. She stood beside her King, chin held in defiance, looking every part the Queen everyone in the room knew she one day would become. A seeping anger at this woman she had never met had grown in her. Jareth had saved her life, her brother's life, and had given her reason for living once more. She loved him, and she would not sit idly by while others planned his fate. Jareth smiled beside her.
"First," he began "We heal my father. Then we set a trap, to snare her. The elfin ball Myra. Your announcement is in, what, three days?"
"Yes, three days. Your mother planned to ask you for her then. By the way, your mother knows you won't accept. The wedding ball is in two weeks – why?"
"Because, tomorrow we will go to my father and mother – we will bring my personal healer, he is very experienced and very good. Once he knows there is iron in my father, he will be able to purge it." Jareth produced a crystal and walked to Ronin. "Hand me the vial." Ronin did and Jareth joined the two, the vial appearing inside the crystal. It glowed blue briefly, then showed Jareth the nightmares that were flooding his father's mind. Rage reflected in his eyes, he separated the vial from the crystal and flung the orb against wall. "It is just a sleeping potion. A sleeping potion spun with a dark magic – a perpetual nightmare." Sarah walked to him and rested her hands upon his shoulders, and at her touch his anger subsided.
"It will be over soon, but there is nothing we can do until morning." Her voice instantly calming him.
"You are right. And tomorrow will be a long day. I suggest you both return home, and return at daybreak." Myra and Ronin nodded. With a wink from Ronin, they were gone, leaving Jareth and Sarah, quite abruptly alone.
"I am sorry," Jareth began. "The timing of this could not have been worse. There is....."
"There is nothing to apologize for. Tomorrow we will go to help your father."
"You do not have to come, my Sarah. My family, my history with my family, it is not the gentlest. My father and I have not always seen eye to eye."
"All the more reason for me to be with you." She stared up into his eyes, her lips slightly parted.
Jareth lowered his lips to hers, and without any hesitation, she met his in a lingering kiss, soft and seeking. Their kiss deepened slowly as his tongue sought out her lips, the kiss intensified, growing, his lips seek her chin, her neck, his hands rubbing her back. A slight moan escaped her mouth, and it only served to drive him into a deeper frenzy. Sarah found his neck, and gently let her teeth bite into it, spurred harder by a growl that emanated from his chest. She pushed herself against him, though there was no further she could go, she only knew that she wanted, needed to be closer to him. She felt him aroused against her, and she sought out his lips again, pleading with him, finding his tongue and running hers along it.
He pulled back from the kiss as she continued, running her tongue and small kisses along his neck. He was breathing heavily, his eyes closed. If he didn't stop now, he would not be able to. "Sarah, if we, if we do this, you are bound to me. We are one and I will never let you go. I love you Sarah. If we do this, I give myself to you and you give yourself to me fully – there is no going back."
Sarah stopped her kissing and looked up at him, her face glistening in the light of the fire. She saw love and passion in his eyes, and fear. Fear of what she would say now, and it tore at her heart.
"I am yours. I give myself to you, Jareth, and I take you for all that you are."
And they were gone, with only the crackle of the fire to mark that anyone had ever been in the room.
As always – own nothing
Chapter 5 - Revelations
"And then he practically screams to me from the other side of the ravine – what are you thinking? How are you going to explain that?!? And then he just takes off running!" Ronin was practically on the floor laughing. His dinner companions were oblivious to his prattle, to dedicated to staring at one another – drinking in the visage before them as if it were the finest wine. Jareth and Sarah had barely touched the food, they simply wanted dinner to be over, to finish their conversation. Every time Sarah thought of his lips on hers, waves of energy flowed through her body. Every nerve screamed for his touch and it took all of her mental strength not to reach out to him, just to touch him. For Jareth, it was the same, if etiquette did not demand he entertain his friend, he would have picked her up and taken her straight off to his chambers to continue where they had left off. His mind kept circling around their kiss. He had never had to persuade a woman before, but thirteen years and his mind and body were starved for affection, real affection. He wanted her, but he would be as patient as he had to be, even if it killed him.
"And then there was this time where Myra asked Jareth to kidnap her so I could swoop in an rescue her – something about being rescued always does it for my little kitten whiskers – and he kidnaps her alright, and puts her right in the middle of the Bog! Can you believe this Goblin King? I mean, neither of us were in any mood for any kind of escapades after wandering through that mess.....but I did enjoy the bath that ensued."
Jareth set his wine glass down, and spoke for the first time in what seemed like an eternity. "Don't you have somewhere to be, Ronin?" Jareth asked, quite exasperated at his friend, never taking his eyes from Sarah.
"No." Ronin's eyes were big and innocent as he continued to weave his stories, finally Jareth broke his gaze from Sarah and stood, staring sternly down on his friend. Mentally he chided his friend 'you should thank me, old friend, the longer I prattle the more desperate she looks. You will be, how shall I say, bonding ten seconds after I leave. I mean look at her, she is practically panting....that reminds me....."
"Ronin!" Jareth practically yelled, he did not like the thought of his friend looking at his Sarah with such thoughts in his head. "I do not know how much more direct I can be with you. Please leave, now. If you do not, Myra will be the one rescuing you from the Bog – and I will ensure that the stench never leaves you."
Ronin blinked a few times and looked from Sarah to Jareth to Sarah and back to Jareth before feigned realization finally sunk in "Ooooooooooooooooooooooh I get it – you want to be alone! To ah, talk, I'm sure." Sarah blushed a bit, but the fact of the matter was, his comments had little effect on her. "Watch out for this one lass," Ronin winked at Sarah, "I hear its been a while for the old boy and he may be a bit out of practice!" The grin on Ronin's face was matched by the scowl on the Goblin Kings and wide eyes of Sarah. Without warning, Sarah laughed loudly, Jareth turned, and he too began to laugh, hearing his love free of anger and fear warmed him.
"And whatever practice I may be out of, you were sure to pick up the slack. And not always in the best of circles." Jareth chided his friend, and raised his glass.
Ronin walked up behind Sarah, he bent low, not seeing the cloud of silver dust solidify into the form of his betrothed behind him. "If you get bored with him, darling, you can always search me out for a good time. All the ladies say I have twice the skill and three times the charm of the Goblin King, you know." Sarah raised an eyebrow, and had Jareth not seen the sparkle in the seemingly demure elvin princesses eye, he would have dropped his friend into the darkest part of the Firey forest at that moment.
"Oh please, my love, I am sure Jareth could weave a passionate fire around your over stuffed....ego....and if you weren't a prince with lands coming out your ears, I would have left you long ago for some actual fun! Trust me, dear girl, he is all talk, and the skill comes from this side of the fence." With a very startled expression on his face, the rouge price turned around to find his betrothed elvin princess standing with her arms crossed and a smug look upon her face that begged the question ' and just how do you plan on getting out of this one? '
Recovering quickly amidst the chuckles of both Sarah and Jareth, Ronin turned to face his princess, and swept her into a deep full dip and whispered something into her ear, and proceeded to playfully nip at her porcelain neck. When the two were again standing facing the Goblin King, Myra was more than a little flushed.
Sarah stood and walked to stand behind the still seated Goblin King.
"Sarah, I would like you to meet the Princess Myra, of the Elvin Kingdom, betrothed of Prince Ronin. Myra, this is Lady Sarah Williams." Jareth stood, possessively wrapping his arm about Sarah's waist. Myra blinked and stared at the lovely woman Jareth had his arm wrapped about. The woman moved even closer at his touch, and their auras, Myra was positive that they practically shared one. There were so many questions, but Myra had come here for a reason, and delving into the romantic inclinations of a reclusive Goblin King was not it, as much as she wished it was. She would get her answers to this from Ronin soon enough.
"A pleasure to meet you, Lady Sarah." Myra turned her attention to the King then, "I sincerely apologize for the intrusion..." Myra began, before Jareth interrupted her.
"Yes, it is fine Myra. But Sarah and I were about to retire to the study for the evening. The two of us has a great deal to discuss. I thank you both for...."
"Jareth, its regarding your father." Myra pressed, her entire countenance both stern and concerned.
Jareth sighed. All he wanted to do was finish his conversation with Sarah, to tell her how he loved her, and to kiss her again, to make her feel as though the world would never fall down around her. The mere mention of his father was enough to squelch any romantic inclinations he might have had. He swallowed the bile that was rising in his throat. A tense headache began to form in his temples. Instinctively, Sarah rubbed his hand. At her very touch, he relaxed. Myra noticed and made a mental note. She could tell something was happening with the King, and it confused her – she hoped it was for the best.
"Can it not wait until morning, Myra?" Jareth asked, seeing that the insistent royal was not moving to take her leave.
"No. It cannot." And with that, the petite redhead began to make her way to the King's study, followed closely by Ronin.
Left alone in the room, Jareth turned to Sarah. "There is so much I need to tell you yet, so much I need to explain." He stared into her eyes, his hand resting gently upon her cheek.
She stared back up at him, her eyes full of what he could only pray was truly love and not some infatuation. "There will be time." Was all she said, before curling into his chest to be comforted by the beating of his heart, and he knew her feelings were pure. With all of his heart he wanted to wrap her up and carry her off. "I hope there will be time tonight yet, but family comes first, my love." Jareth closed his eyes upon hearing her words. He had never thought that he would be blessed enough to hear her call him by such an endearing name.
"Sarah, you mean more to me than anyone, than anything. You know that I......."
Myra appeared just then, a very apologetic look upon her face for interrupting what she knew to be a private moment between the two. "I am sorry Jareth, but we must talk. Not just about your father, but about other matters as well. Sarah, this concerns you also. It would be best if you were there." Again the King sighed. He kissed Sarah's hands, unnerved by the foreboding tone Myra's voice held, and the three were standing in the study shortly, where Ronin had already poured the liquor, a concerned look upon his features.
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"No. It cannot." And with that, the petite redhead began to make her way to the King's study, followed closely by Ronin.
When the two were far enough away, Myra pulled Ronin aside into an alcove. "And just who is that? She looks just like the....."
"It her, beloved. She came back."
Myra's face showed her shocked awe. "But she's mortal, and she..."
"He bound her to him. They are for all intents and purposes, one." Ronin could not hide his serious smile, and Myra nearly jumped into his arms she was so thrilled.
"But I just saw him two ago. He completed the ritual and everything? When is the wedding? Oh he will have to let me plan it....."
"Myra, he hasn't exactly completed it yet. But he will, he assured me. There will be time for explanations later."
Myra sighed, "Well this makes the situation a whole lot more pressing. Where are they? I will just have to go and get their collective arses in motion!" And with that she was gone, reappearing back in the dining hall, and interrupting a very personal moment. Although she did note, that such a moment could only mean that they would be completely bound that evening. She regretted having to tell them about Mavin.
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Myra had finished relating her information to Jareth, Ronin and Sarah. She detailed how she had suspected Mavin for the longest time, but never was able to garner any proof – the witch had so imbedded herself into the heart of the Queen. She related how she was able to snag the vial from the supposed healer. She handed the vial to Ronin and Jareth, who stood on either side of the fire in the study while Myra and Sarah each occupied a lounge. All three were silent. Opening the vial carefully, Ronin raised it to his nose and pulled it away fiercely.
"Iron." He said, a dark look clouding his normally jovial features. "There is no mistake. The kind of serum it is, I cannot say, that is where you come in, Jareth. But there is an acrid smell to it that can only be iron." Ronin's family crest was the wolf, and as such, his senses were keen, especially his sense of smell. His diagnosis of the serum was not wrong.
"Why would she do this?" Sarah asked, appalled by the thought of someone intentionally hurting Jareth's father.
"That part," Myra began, "is unclear. But I have a thought." Myra stood and walked to Jareth, who stared into the fire, his emotions masked. Myra took his hand and drew his attention from the flame. "Jareth, Mavin has asked a favor of your mother." Myra cast a sympathetic glance to Sarah, pleading with her eyes to let her finish before she jumped to a conclusion. "She has petitioned your mother to ask you to wed the healer." Jareth looked confused and then amused, Sarah looked stunned. "And she accepted." Sarah felt as though she would vomit at the thought of Jareth with another. Jareth pulled his hand from Myra and moved to stand beside Sarah, who had herself stood. He smiled gently at her, and there, in front of both Ronin and Myra, he laid his lips upon hers, drawing her into his warmth, wrapping his arms around her small waist. Without moving his body from hers, he responded. "I do not accept, and never would have considered such a choice. My heart is here, in this room."
Myra and Ronin both smiled at the show of affection, and Myra continued. "I believe she is mad, Jareth. I believe she somehow has planned this to get to you. And now, we have the proof that she has been poisoning him."
"So what do we do?" Sarah asked Myra and Ronin. She stood beside her King, chin held in defiance, looking every part the Queen everyone in the room knew she one day would become. A seeping anger at this woman she had never met had grown in her. Jareth had saved her life, her brother's life, and had given her reason for living once more. She loved him, and she would not sit idly by while others planned his fate. Jareth smiled beside her.
"First," he began "We heal my father. Then we set a trap, to snare her. The elfin ball Myra. Your announcement is in, what, three days?"
"Yes, three days. Your mother planned to ask you for her then. By the way, your mother knows you won't accept. The wedding ball is in two weeks – why?"
"Because, tomorrow we will go to my father and mother – we will bring my personal healer, he is very experienced and very good. Once he knows there is iron in my father, he will be able to purge it." Jareth produced a crystal and walked to Ronin. "Hand me the vial." Ronin did and Jareth joined the two, the vial appearing inside the crystal. It glowed blue briefly, then showed Jareth the nightmares that were flooding his father's mind. Rage reflected in his eyes, he separated the vial from the crystal and flung the orb against wall. "It is just a sleeping potion. A sleeping potion spun with a dark magic – a perpetual nightmare." Sarah walked to him and rested her hands upon his shoulders, and at her touch his anger subsided.
"It will be over soon, but there is nothing we can do until morning." Her voice instantly calming him.
"You are right. And tomorrow will be a long day. I suggest you both return home, and return at daybreak." Myra and Ronin nodded. With a wink from Ronin, they were gone, leaving Jareth and Sarah, quite abruptly alone.
"I am sorry," Jareth began. "The timing of this could not have been worse. There is....."
"There is nothing to apologize for. Tomorrow we will go to help your father."
"You do not have to come, my Sarah. My family, my history with my family, it is not the gentlest. My father and I have not always seen eye to eye."
"All the more reason for me to be with you." She stared up into his eyes, her lips slightly parted.
Jareth lowered his lips to hers, and without any hesitation, she met his in a lingering kiss, soft and seeking. Their kiss deepened slowly as his tongue sought out her lips, the kiss intensified, growing, his lips seek her chin, her neck, his hands rubbing her back. A slight moan escaped her mouth, and it only served to drive him into a deeper frenzy. Sarah found his neck, and gently let her teeth bite into it, spurred harder by a growl that emanated from his chest. She pushed herself against him, though there was no further she could go, she only knew that she wanted, needed to be closer to him. She felt him aroused against her, and she sought out his lips again, pleading with him, finding his tongue and running hers along it.
He pulled back from the kiss as she continued, running her tongue and small kisses along his neck. He was breathing heavily, his eyes closed. If he didn't stop now, he would not be able to. "Sarah, if we, if we do this, you are bound to me. We are one and I will never let you go. I love you Sarah. If we do this, I give myself to you and you give yourself to me fully – there is no going back."
Sarah stopped her kissing and looked up at him, her face glistening in the light of the fire. She saw love and passion in his eyes, and fear. Fear of what she would say now, and it tore at her heart.
"I am yours. I give myself to you, Jareth, and I take you for all that you are."
And they were gone, with only the crackle of the fire to mark that anyone had ever been in the room.