EDIT: Taking the advice of some of my reviewers, mainly Bejipan, if-666, and kalinda, I am going to extend the ending and make it less cheesy. Ok, it'll still be cheesy, because I suck at endings, but it will flow better.

Note: Sarah's thoughts

The little voice in Sarah's head AKA subconscious.

Wow, I've gotten so much typing done recently that I am slightly frightened. Back to the main topic, here is the next update.

Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to the movie "The Labyrinth".

The moment Sarah regained her sense she jerked her hand away and took several steps away from her fiancé. He laughed at her obvious discomfort.

"Come now Sarah, is that anyway to treat your future husband?" He started to close the space between them.

"Just because I have to marry you, doesn't mean that I have to enjoy it." She backed up further, paying close attention to where the wall was. I've read way too many books to be backed into a corner.

"Oh, but I can make it very enjoyable." His eyes raked her form, causing a blush to rise to her face. "I don't know if I'll be able to wait for the wedding night."

"You'll be waiting a while; this marriage won't be consummated for a long time, if at all." He made a sudden rush toward her and while she had been watching the wall, she had not kept track of other things, like a chair for instance. She fell into the chair; he was there in a moment, his hands placed on the armrests, effectively imprisoning her. A rush filled her. Why am I excited? Sure, he's hot, but he's the Goblin King! And I am so not into the whole masochist thing.

"I wouldn't be making promises that you can't keep." His breath brushed her ear, and his presence filled her senses. One of his hands drifted to her leg.

"I … I didn't think that you were the raping kind, guess I was wrong." He smirked against her ear.

"You're right, I'm not, but I won't have to." He pulled back, and brought his hand off of the armrest and up to the back of her neck. Pulling her into a bruising kiss he forced Sarah to rethink her earlier mental statement. Or maybe I am.

Slowly he pulled away; Sarah found her hands holding tightly to his shirt. Quickly, she let go, and looked away. "I hate you." He backed up from the chair, giving her some breathing space.

"Hate is such a strong word Sarah. And is it really me you hate? Or do you hate how I affect you?" Sarah leapt from her seat.

"What are you implying?"

"It was just a simple question." His back was to her, hiding his expression.

"Nothing is simple with you." A laugh followed her comment; he turned back around and again closed the distance between them.

"You're absolutely right, like a simple chair." He shoved her into the seat again. "Is not so simple." She tried to stand again, but found leather straps holding her in place. "I have to be off, Drakion pulled me away from something very important."

"Playing with yourself?" The smile he turned on her made her regret her words.

"Now Sarah, I've never had the need to do it myself and with you here, I don't think I ever will." He kissed her again, biting her lip lightly. "I'll see myself out, no need to get up." She pulled against the binds, but they didn't budge and rubbing against the leather began to give her a burn. Sarah let her head fall back against the chair, temporarily resigned to her fate. This must be what they meant when they came up with the expression 'A Love/Hate relationship'. Wait, hold on a minuet there, I don't love him; I'm just physically attracted to him. A little voice in the back of her head rebelled. Sure you are, just keep telling yourself that. He's hot and probably an experienced seducer, that's it. And all those dreams of romantic evenings with him were what? Bad tuna, under done potatoes?

"Hey, whose side are you on?"

"Talking to yourself, Sarah?" His voice came from right behind her, she did not have the freedom to turn her head and look.

"As a matter of fact, I am. Now would you leave me, it's rude to butt into someone else's conversation." A chuckle followed her comment. Why do I always make him laugh? Why does he have to have such a sexy laugh?

"Even in the Underground talking to yourself isn't normal, unless of course you are divided into two beings, or your subconscious is displayed in a mirror or other reflective object." The chair released her; Jareth helped her to her feet. He kept a hold on her hand, not allowing her to pull away again. "Neither of which are the case here, mind telling me what you were discussing?" She jerked against his grip, to no avail.

"Whether that blonde was a dye job or natural, I decided that it was too damaged to be natural." She was pulled closer to the monarch; there was no space between their bodies.

"Oh, I can prove that it is natural, Sarah. Don't tempt me to show you." Sarah gasped as the meaning hit her, but quickly collected herself. He's not the only one who can play that game. She slipped her hand between them, gripping the implied appendage and bringing a surprised gasp from the king. His grip loosened and she pulled away.

"I hope that you liked that, it's the farthest that you're going to get with me." He was suddenly behind her, holding her against him, sharing with her what her touch had done. Another gasp issued forth from Sarah's throat. So we're still playing are we?

"I thought that we already covered that. You want me Sarah." The fingers of one hand played over her stomach, just above her abdomen. The muscles of her abdomen spasmed. She knew that a smirk played across his lips without needing to see him.

"So what? I can do without what I want and live fairly well. It's the American way. Not to mention the fact that I have two friends, Pointer and Birdie who can help me out if absolutely necessary." She attempted to pull out of his embrace.

"Can I watch?" His warm breath on her ear sent shivers down her spine. His hand traveled lower, and rested against the button of her jeans. "Or maybe I can help." Bastard, the second I stand up to him he turns it on me. Taking a deep breath, Sarah tried with another approach. She placed one of her hands over the one at her zipper and held it there; she then shoved her hips back and into his. She was rewarded by a hiss from the man behind her. She stretched up on her toes and arched her back, quietly, she breathed into his ear.

"Not on your life." She slammed her heel into his instep and pulled away from him. He hunched over his foot for a moment, pulling it up to his chest. Flexible. In the moment it took her to process that thought, he had regained composure. With genuinely feline ability he managed to growl and purr at the same time as he leapt at her. Sarah found herself on the floor with a very turned on Goblin King kneeling over her. Great, I just can't win can I? She felt his hand under her shirt; she slapped it away. He pulled his hand out, but played with her chest though the shirt, making her body scream at her for putting the cloth in between. She pulled his hand away from her chest; he shifted his weight so it rested on both of his arms.

"Sarah." The word was like a caress, she fought her body as it attempted to thrust upward and meet his. "Why are you fighting me?"

"Hmm, let me think. In less then an hour's time I not only learned that my father, and therefore myself, was a Fae, but that he was also royalty, I had an aunt, my father was engaged to you, and I was too. I also am not a fan of sleeping with someone who has slept with my father. Oh, and did I mention that I don't like you?"

"It was only a couple times." He pouted at her.

"ARGH!" She shoved at him, trying to get him off of her. "You are arrogant, possessive, controlling, and self-centered." She glared up at him, he anger and frustration coming to a peak. "You expect everything to go your way, and when it doesn't you try to force things so they end up how you wanted them anyway. Let me tell you something Goblin King, this will not go how you want it to, and there is nothing you can do about it." Above her various emotions flowed across his face and in his eyes: anger, lust, confusion, and finally determination. His smirk returned and his eyes were alight.

"Nothing?" He shifted so that he now sat on his heels, his hips positioned directly over hers. His body heat made her body want to touch his. "I'm fairly certain that I have quite a few resources at my disposal, and more options then you think. Ask your father, I always get what I want." He stood then and walked over to the chair that had earlier held her captive. "For now however, we need to discuss wedding arrangements, I trust that you are not fighting that at least."

"It has already been established by my aunt that the only other option is my father and that is no option at all." She stayed on the floor, moving her hands behind her head to form a pillow, and closed her eyes. "What exactly needs to be discussed?"

"It is a wedding; there are decorations, invitations, seating arrangements..." He was interrupted.

"What is the service like?" She still hadn't opened her eyes. "I don't know the customs of your society; I don't even know what religion you follow." We are actually engaged in conversation, who knew?

"Religion is too touchy a subject in the Underground; some still worship the Sumerian gods, thus weddings are entirely political and social, no religion is involved." The king replied absentmindedly, with her hands above her head, Sarah's shirt had ridden up above her navel.

"So I'm guessing that I won't recognize the ceremony at all." She opened one eye, and saw were his gaze landed. Closing her eye again, malicious thoughts filled her head. Horny ass, lets see how you handle this. Stretching, she arched her back and gave a soft moan. Then sighed contentedly and lay still again.

"N…no, I suppose that you won't. It is still your wedding; you should be the one to make the decisions." He cleared his throat and she heard him shift in his seat, and fought back a smirk.

"As long as there is no one running the Labyrinth at the time and the dress is extremely hard to get on and off I don't care. Marriage hasn't interested me for a while, not since…" Not since I came back from the Labyrinth. She fought a tear; she had felt that part of her was missing since she had left her friends and the other creatures of the Labyrinth, including its king. She hadn't noticed before, but that spot had been filled. "Does dad feel it? The pain? Like a part has been ripped from your heart?" She looked over at the monarch, unashamed of the underlying confession of her statement.

"Yes, but ten times worse then you did. He was born here, as much as he fights it, this is his home. Most waste away far before now." A contemplative looked passed over his face, as thought something had occurred to him. "I believe that you were what kept him from returning. Twenty years is not long for those who live for centuries, but it's different there. Longer almost." His eyes refocused on her face. "We should dress for Court; I'll have to present you to the heads of the Grand Houses." Sarah stayed where she was, eyes closed again. "I know that you aren't sleeping."

"I never claimed to be, but I enjoy being fashionably late like never getting there, besides this is comfy. I don't want to get up."

"I can think of some activities that don't require you to stand." He made no move to start these actions, however. Instead he moved over to where she was and picked her up off of the floor, carrying her over his shoulder.

"What are you doing?" Depression had come over her and she was unconcerned about what he was going to do.

"You are moping." He brought her to another room. From the smell of soaps, Sarah would guess that it was a bathroom.

"And?"

"And that is not expectable, you are getting married, to an attractive man if I say so myself. Moping is unhealthy, be angry, rage at me and the world, but I will not have you be depressed." With no more warning then that, he dropped her directly into a small pool of warm water. She let her body fall to the bottom before her life preserving energies kicked in.

"Ass." She said when she caught her breath.

"You do have a nice one yes. Now, do I need to help you or can you bathe by yourself?" Her glare was her only answer. "Good. I'll be in the room when you are ready to dress. You will need help in that effort."

"I can dress myself."

"I have no doubt, but you have never been to Court." He turned and left the room.