Wow, was this chapter short. This is the end by the way. I suppose that I could have put it on the end of the last chapter, but this took me a while. This ending is still REALLY cheesy, but I think that it is better then that last attempt and there is a little more development of feelings. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own the movie "The Labyrinth" so don't sue me.

Sarah stepped out of the bath, searching for a towel. One landed on her shoulders, causing her to jump. Gloved hands rested on top of the towel.

"Did I scare you?" His breath played against her ear, causing her to shiver. She didn't answer; her anger was too great. "Calm down, love. I'll get to see it soon anyhow." He whispered, correctly guessing the reason for her stiffness.

"I will not calm down you pompous self-centered bastard. I've already told you that you won't be seeing it, ever." She tried to pull the towel down to both dry and cover her body. His grip tightened.

"I will not play these games forever Sarah, you will concede sooner or later."

"If those are my choices I choose later. So much later that you'll already have several illegitimate children so I won't bear that burden." His grip tightened again.

"I would never cheat on you Sarah, I love you." His grip had loosened to the point that it seemed none existent. The tone of his voice caused Sarah's breath to catch. No, he's lying; he just wants me to sleep with him! Then why did he do those things when you ran the Labyrinth? It was to delay me. It was to make me forget Toby. I don't love him. She lied to herself. I can't, I won't. Just then, arms wrapped around her now dry form, and a silver dress covered her skin. She tried to pull out of his grip, but the arms around her waist held her with just enough force so she couldn't leave the embrace.

"Let me go." Her eyes were closed and a tear slipped out of her eye. "Please." He turned her around and wiped the tear from her eye.

"Sarah, I'll never let you go, ever." Sarah jerked against his hold again; this time he released her. She fled the room, tears pouring down her cheeks; she ran blindly and tripped over the leg of a chair and fell to the ground. Jareth kneeled next to her, cupping her face in his hands. "Shh, don't cry, my Sarah. Why do you fight? I have seen that you want me, and you know that I love you. Why do you continue?" He rested his forehead against hers. "I do not ask for your love in return all I ask is that you accept mine, why do you continue to deny me that?"

"Because I love you, and I don't want to."

"You, you love me?" He watched her nod her head and crushed his mouth down on her lips. He slowly pulled away, looking Sarah in the eyes; they lay there for a moment. With a smile that rivaled the King who lay over her, she pulled said king into a kiss, biting his lip. A low growl/purr was her reward. He straddled her and moved to continue their previous actions.

"Wait." She placed hand on his chest. "What of the Court?" He grasped her hand and brought it to his cheek

"They have waited over a millennium to meet you and to see us together; they can wait a little longer. Though, I do feel a little bad." The king smirked and drew her hand to his lips.

"For what?"

"I don't think that Pointer and Birdie are going to be able to keep you company." He kissed the two fingers, but Sarah pulled them away.

"They won't be too lonely I don't think, not when they have other things to play with." He gasped as the two topics of conversation rubbed against his hardened organ.

"Beast." He growled. She giggled against his neck and accepted the compliment.

"You know it."

With the flick of a wrist a crystal disappeared, banishing the image of the engaged pair.

"You shouldn't spy on them Drakion." A slight blush tinted Robetrik's cheeks as he forced a glare at his younger sister.

"I was only making sure that they got along. Far too much rode on this. Besides, you don't want to have to fulfill the agreement yourself should Jareth's temper get the better of him, would you? We had no idea how he would react to her, now we do. So shh. Before I tell him that you were spying." She smiled smugly at him, her position on the papasan making it appear to be a throne.

"Me!? You were the one spying!" He received a smirk from his sister.

"Me, spy? But dear brother I rule the Eastern Court, what reason would I have for spying?"

"I really don't like you sometimes." Robetrik glared at his sister.

"I know, but you love me all the time. By the way, I need someone to act as my heir and I was wondering…" Her gaze drifted toward the sleeping Toby.

"NO! Absolutely not Drakion. He will not even learn of the Underground until he is eighteen, and he will not be heir to the Eastern Crown, ever."

"Good, then you can. Ta ta big brother; welcome back to the family." The monarch disappeared.

"Darkion!!!"

"Did you hear something, Jareth?"

"No, but I know what I'd like to here."

"St...Stop that this instant! Don't you have some custom about waiting until after the marriage?"

"I was never fond of customs."

"Mmmm, no, stop. Waiting, we are waiting."

"I thought that you didn't care about the wedding?"

"…"

"Uh huh, so about ignoring customs."

"Ohhh. No. Stop. Waiting. Customs good, oh so good. Did I not just tell you to stop? Oh, this is going to be a long wait."

The End

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