Author's Note: I am so sorry. I got so caught up in writing other stuff that I completely forgot to finish my first story. I am back now and I promise that this will get finished. It's hard to go back to this style of writing now that I have two other stories that are completely different. As always read, review, and enjoy.

Chapter 9 - Beds, Friends, and Good Intentions

After a brief mental struggle, Jareth decided to be noble and give Sarah the bed. The chairs wouldn't be too uncomfortable, not as nice as the bed mind you, but not bad for all that. Moving quickly across the room, Jareth turned down the bed. Giving a last longing look at the feathery softness, me moved back to Sarah, who was completely asleep.

"Sarah?"

Nothing.

"Sarah? Can you hear me?"

Still nothing.

Jareth sighed, he really wasn't well enough to be doing things like this. Debating again whether or not to put Sarah in the bed, his inner gentleman won. Cradling Sarah gently in his arms he carried her to the bedside. There was no way he was going to undress her, she'd kill him, and he didn't think she would be comfortable sleeping in denim pants and a cotton shirt, what was he going to do? In the end, deciding that it was better not to undress her, or allow anyone else to, Sarah was put to bed fully clothed. Jareth couldn't help but feel content. The woman he loved more than anything was back in his life, and incidentally, in his bed. What more could a man ask for? Curling up in the wing chair he had taken Sarah out of, Jareth gave a last look at her sleeping form, and fell fast asleep.

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Sarah was hot and uncomfortable. As she fought to wake up, she realized she was fully dressed and tangled in some really soft sheets. Sitting up, Sarah realized immediately where she was. It wasn't a dream after all, she really had come back to the Labyrinth. A small sound in the corner drew her attention. There, curled up in all his majesty, was Jareth. Sarah couldn't help but smile, the Goblin King had a noble side after all. Either that or a strong survival instinct, Sarah thought, giggling in spite of herself. At the sound of her laughter, Jareth stirred. Stiff and sore, Jareth woke to see Sarah sitting on his bed, tangled in his sheets, laughing. There were definitely worse things to wake up to. A knock at the door reminded Jareth of the worse things.

"What?" he demanded in a gruff voice, the last traces of a smile fading from Sarah's face.

"Sir?" it was Hoggle on the other side.

"What do you want Hogbrain?"

"I was looking for Sarah."

"I'm here Hoggle, you can come in."

On the other side of the door, Hoggle turned bright pink. What on earth was Sarah doing in Jareth's bedroom at this hour of the morning? None of the goblins had seen Sarah leave the night before...did she? Hoggle couldn't bring himself to consider such things. Bracing himself for what he was sure was going to be a terrible sight, Hoggle was left quite disappointed. Sarah had succeeded in untangling herself from the bedclothes, Jareth was still in the chair, and they both had all their clothes on. It could have been worse.

"Sarah?" Hoggle questioned timidly

"Yes Hoggle?"

"Lugo and Sir Diddamus are going to be arriving this afternoon from the Enchanted Forest and I wondered..if you're not doing nothin'...did you want to..."Hoggle trailed off at the strange look on Jareth's face.

"Of course I want to see them. You must promise to come and get me the moment they arrive."

"Alright. I'll go now." With a last weak smile at Sarah, Hoggle backed out the door.

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Sarah and Jareth shared a lazy breakfast in the little corner Jareth had slept in the night before. Each were aware of every nuance of the other, each was lost in their own contemplations. Jareth, for his part, was trying very hard not to allow his mind to wonder in...romantic directions regarding Sarah. He didn't know how ling she was going to be with him for, but odds were it wouldn't be forever. Sarah, however, was allowing her imagination full reign and the things she was thinking were not of the most...pure. There was one thing they had very much in common, intentions. Neither wanted a return to the verbal war of their previous acquaintance, or the night before, but they really didn't know any other way to behave together. If good intentions pave the road to hell, they were taking the fast train.