Chapter Three

Are You Going To Help Me or Not?

Much Later that night....

"You said it wasn't that convincing," Sarah grumbled.

"Yeah," Jareth sighed "as in, sleeping with me as in, sexual intercourse. But how many married couples do you know that sleep in separate beds?"

"None, but I think we should start a trend," she muttered and he rolled his eyes.

"Are you going to help me or not?" he asked.

"Well considering that I'm already married to you," she sighed "I suppose I can't do much now huh?"

"I thought you weren't going to complain," he pointed out, changing into silk pajamas. Sarah tried hard not to watch him, as they were both turned around for the sake of the other. "You'd better stop staring and change before I finish," he teased "you're not changing in a separate room. So unless you'd like to change in front of me." Sarah rushed but Jareth still beat her and was watching her by the time she finished up. He raised an eyebrow. "Learn quickly."

"You can count on it," she said stiffly and Jareth sat on the bed. Sarah walked over to it, uneasily and sat down too. "Well," she said quickly "night." She quickly hid under the covers of the bed and Jareth sighed.

"You worry what I think too much," he sighed.

"No," she corrected "I worry about what you think of."

"Oh yes," he said rolling his eyes "because everyone knows I'm a pervert."

"Everyone does?" she asked teasingly "I thought it was just me." Jareth threw his hand over her body as if he was going to pin her to the bed and leaned down and kissed her.

"Don't get smart with me," he smiled when he finally pulled back, though he was still right in her face. Sarah's body tingled and she gave an annoyed look at what he had done.

"You can't-" she started.

"We're married," he said, glad to have a small amount of power over her "I can do just about anything. I just choose not to." Sarah gave an annoyed look and Jareth merely smiled.

"That's not funny," she muttered.

"No," he smiled "it is."

"Shut up," she snapped.

"Make me," he teased leading over to her and she smiled. She raised her hand to slap him but it froze mid-slap. She raised the other and it froze as well. She tugged at it but her hand felt as if someone had chained it in the air. Jareth grinned like a cat. "Interesting predicament you've gotten yourself into." She gave an annoyed glance and continued tugging at her hands.

"Let go," she grumbled.

"Let go what?" he asked, smirking.

"Argh," she grumbled and have a hard stair "let go, please."

"Hum?" he asked "oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention."

"Jareth!" she complained.

"Alright," he groaned "alright, relax." He took both of her hands in his and pulled down; they came free from their invisible prison. He laced his fingers with hers and looked up at her, as if looking for her approval. She looked from his hand to his face, then to his almost pleading eyes.

"Thanks," she said, giving a shy smile.

"Oh," he said, looking slightly confused at first and then letting it dawn on him "your welcome. Just," he paused "don't try and slap me again."

"Slap you," she grinned innocently "who said anything about slapping you? I wasn't gonna slap you."

"You lie very badly," he said blowing out the candle "night." Sarah couldn't sleep; she was still trying to figure out what had happened all that day. After an hour Jareth propped himself up on one elbow. "I can't sleep when you keep thinking about things," he sighed "your thoughts are too loud."

"Oh I'm sorry," she said "I wasn't aware I was keeping you awake too."

"Its alright," he smiled, looking into the dark "I don't sleep much anyways."

"I was just thinkin'" she sighed.

"I know," he said "I can here it."

"Oh Lord," she sighed and he laughed.

"I thought they were very good questions," he said teasingly.

"Keep out of my mind," she snapped.

"Why are you afraid of me?" he asked.

"That's a stupid question," she muttered.

"I'd never hurt you," he promised.

"Of course not," she rolled her eyes "the oubliette, the Cleaners, the bog of eternal stench, they weren't meant to harm anyone."

"Sarah," he sighed "I don't think you understand about what happened the last time you were here."

"No," she snapped "you wanted my brother." Jareth laughed, she couldn't be farther from the truth.