Quite a short chapter, sorry it took so long but I'm back at uni now and I've been busy, enjoy!!

Chapter 4

Jareth entered Sarah's room several hours later to see her gazing out the window, he placed the silken dress he had draped over his arm on the bed and walked over to her. He gazed out the window over her shoulder for a second waiting for her to acknowledge his presence. When she didn't, he gently slipped his hands round her slender waist and onto her belly.

Sarah pushed his hands away and walked over to the door. Jareth approached her so she backed away so she was pressed against the cold wood.

"Still so frightened of me little Sarah." Jareth tutted as he picked the dress up from the bed, he held out to Sarah. "Here you go." He said.

Sarah cautiously took the dress, it was so soft, it was the most luxurious material she had ever felt. "Thank you," She mumbled as she examined the dress. It was layered with several colors of material. Deep red for the bottom most layer, then light pink, then the top layer was a semitransparent white. The dress had long sleeves and a lace up back, the neck was quite low cut, she thought Jareth probably had some say in the design of it.

Jareth turned to face the wall and folded his arms, "put it on then." He said when he didn't hear any movement from Sarah.

Sarah sighed and quickly removed the shirt and nightdress, then pulled the dress on. The silk material felt wonderful against her skin. She reached round and tried to lace up the back of the dress.

Jareth heard Sarah sighing in frustration and turned round to find her attempting to lace up the dress. He smirked slightly and walked towards her "Let me help," He said as he turned her round and gently brushed her hair over her shoulder. He then began slowly lacing up the dress.

Sarah sighed impatiently, she knew he was taking his time, enjoying himself and she wasn't amused.

Jareth noticed her annoyed sighs, so he tied the last knot and spun her back round, stroking the dress down so it was smooth. "Pretty as a picture," he said smiling. "Now for the finishing touches," he continued as he reached round behind his back and produced some matching silk slippers, a hair bush and a silken ribbon. He then spun Sarah back round and began brushing her coal black hair.

Sarah closed her eyes, it felt strangely relaxing having someone brush her hair, it reminded her of her mother, when she brushed he hair when she was a little girl.

Jareth then pulled her hair back and tied it in a half ponytail. "Put these on." He said as he handed Sarah the slippers.

Sarah sat on the edge of the bed and pulled them on and then looked up at Jareth. "What's all this in aid of?" She asked bluntly.

"Well I can't have you looking like a tramp for dinner can I." He said as he held out his arm for Sarah.

"Well maybe I don't want any dinner." Sarah said as she crossed her arms defiantly.

Jareth raised his eyebrows. "Wrong answer my dear," he said as he grabbed Sarah's arm and picked he off the bed, leading her out the door.

"You hurting me." Sarah moaned as she tried to pry Jareth's hand off her arm.

"I'm not used to people being rude to me." Jareth said as he marched Sarah down the dark stone hallway. "You need to learn respect Sarah, respect for me."

They came soon after to a wooden door which Sarah recognized from her earlier escape attempt. Jareth pushed it open and walked in, still dragging Sarah.

The room was large and had very high ceilings. There was a large ebony table in the centre of the room with two places set out at it. Jareth plonked her down on one of the chairs and then sat himself down on the other one.

Moments later several goblins entered the room carrying trays of food. They were smartly dressed in white shirts black trousers and bowties. They started ladling food onto both Sarah's and Jareth's plates, Sarah just stared at her hands in her lap. After a few minutes of clattering and pouring of drinks the goblins left the room.

"Well eat up then," Jareth said to her.

Sarah looked up and was about to say something rude but Jareth's stern gaze changed her mind and she picked up her fork and began pushing the food round her plate.

Jareth swallowed his last mouthful of food. "So my dear, I think we should discuss the wedding plans." He said as he gazed intently at her, waiting for her to react.

Sarah dropped her fork and looked up at Jareth, he was smiling at her. "Your just saying that crap to freak me out, aren't you." She said frowning.

"Not at all my dear." Jareth said slowly, his temper beginning to rise.

Sarah stood up. "I am not marrying you!" She shouted.

Jareth then also stood up and walked quickly over to Sarah and stopped inches from her face, "Don't raise your voice to me." He said quietly and firmly.

Sarah took a step back. "Oh what are you going to do Goblin King, throw me into the bog of eternal stench? That would be interesting, wouldn't it. I'd make a beautifully smelling bride." She said sarcastically.

Jareth just smiled wickedly "That would be interesting." He said and then he clicked his fingers and Sarah's world went dark.

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For a split second Sarah thought he had sent her to the bog of stench, but where ever she was didn't smell like the bog, but it was pitch black, dingy, cold, damp....

"Back here again Sarah." Jareth's voice said out of the darkness interrupting her thoughts.

Sarah's eyes were then filled with light as Jareth lit up a touch and walked towards her. He grabbed her arm and then pulled her off the ground.

"Ouch, you're hurting me." Sarah said quietly.

Jareth ignored her and began leading her round the oubliette. Sarah gasped as she saw what looked like bones littering the floor.

"No secret doors out of his one Sarah." Jareth said as he continued to lead her round the room. "No one to help you escape. People go mad you know, when it's just them alone in the darkness." Jareth then stopped walking and turned to face Sarah. "Don't give me any reason to put you down here Sarah, because you know I will."

Sarah nodded, not knowing if he was serious or not. She looked up at him, the touch light was reflecting in his eyes making him look very mystical. He glanced down at her, the reflection was gone, leaving the real fire in his eyes. Sarah knew he was being serious.

Jareth waited for a moment, he then loosened his grip on Sarah's arm and blew the touch out. The oubliette was once again plunged into darkness. Jareth took his free hand and began stroking Sarah's hair. "We best get back to the castle my dear. I don't want the goblins destroying the place in my absence." He said and then pulled Sarah tight into his body forming a crystal in his hand. Jareth held her there for a second, feeling the warmth of her body against his, inhaling her scent. He then threw the crystal to the ground and the two of them were gone, back to the castle beyond the goblin city.