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Chapter 72: Getting to Know (both of) You

Once outside, Jareth pulled her into a long kiss. "Oh, it's so good to kiss my wife," he exclaimed happily. "Sarah, you have made me so happy that not even another Troll War would dampen my mood."

Sarah laughed, remembering her dread at having to know all the dates for all those Troll Wars, and in a twinkling she transformed into her royal persona. She cocked an eyebrow at him. "Yes, Jareth, and let's talk about that, shall we?"

"Hmmm?" He was distracted, kissing her neck, and didn't realize she had changed into her new alternate personality.

"You forced me into memorizing hundreds of little factoids about Underground history," the queen said, "By telling me that I would have to know them all before the wedding. Well, Jareth: During twelve days of celebrations, not one single person asked me one single question about any of it." Her voice hardened, and she took a step closer to him.

Jareth glanced up in surprise; this was not the sweet Sarah he was used to. She had a ruthless light in her eye and she looked a little dangerous. He backed up. "Sarah," he started to say, but she advanced on him again.

"So I can only surmise, my dear, that you wished to torture me in some way, knowing that all those lessons wouldn't really be necessary for me to have mastered prior to the wedding." Her voice was silky, and step-by-step, she walked around him as she spoke. She cocked her head. "Now tell me, won't you, what sort of punishment I should inflict upon you for that?"

Jareth backed up a little more. In truth, he was a little startled by Sarah's "royal" persona. He hadn't thought she would be this forceful. She made him nervous, circling him like that, for all the world like he had done to her once upon a time. Enough of this. He slipped into his own royal persona and smirked at her as she came around. "My love, you speak treason to speak of punishing the king. I'd watch my mouth if I were you."

"Treason? How can it be treason, my dear husband, when we are now equals, and more than that, are equally devoted to the good of our kingdom? No, no; I was speaking of a more personal 'punishment.' I have no need to watch my mouth."

"Then I'd better keep it busy then, hadn't I?" the king replied, stopping her in the middle of the circle and abruptly stopping her mouth with his own. She returned the kiss hungrily, and when they stopped for air, she gave him a smirk and promptly transported them to his bedchamber herself.

"And here I'd been planning to offer you some luncheon first," the king teased.

His queen shook her head, a quick negation. "If that's the case, my dear, then I'd say your priorities need some work."

"I shall leave it to you to rearrange them, then," he replied with a smirk, "So… Your Majesty Queen Sarah… whom would you wish for your first bed-partner?"

The queen eyed him suspiciously. "I had assumed that honor lay with my husband… as I plan to, myself," she said stiffly.

"Oh, it does, it does. I was merely inquiring which incarnation you would prefer to lie with."

The Goblin Queen lifted her chin. "I think it would be fitting to begin as our royal selves," she announced. "Whether we continue in that vein or not remains to be seen. I am not adverse to becoming Sarah, later on if the situation warrants."

The Goblin King began by pushing his queen's dress off her creamy, royal shoulders, and kissing them until the queen was gasping. He got a gleam in his eye and spun her around quickly in order to push the dress down further.

The queen raised one imperious hand to stop him. "You first, Your Majesty."

The king conceded, and removed his own shirt. "Now you, Your Majesty," he ordered.

The queen gave him a smirk every bit as mischievous as his own. She pushed the dress down off her shoulders and unfastened the waist, so that it pooled around her feet.

"Very nice, my queen," the king purred, taking in the loveliness of her figure. "I shall have to show restraint, I can tell."

"Yes, you certainly shall, my dear," the queen said pointedly, her eyes dropping to his breeches. Her gaze flicked back up to meet his. "You'll probably succumb to your private persona first, from the look of things."

The king tipped his head back, arrogantly. "Highly doubtful, my dearest. You shall become Sarah long before Jareth makes his appearance. You won't be able to help yourself."

The queen just smiled at him. She reached down and began undoing the hooks on her corset-busk. "Would you care to make a small wager on that, my love?"

His eyes lit with satisfaction. "I thought you would never ask. What are the stakes?"

"If Jareth appears first, then you shall rule on the next three Court Days. If Sarah shows up first, then I shall."

The king nodded once, sharply. "Deal." His eyes darkenedas the corset came off. He reached for her, and then there was no more talking for a long, long time.