Disclaimer: I own nothing, but I deserve to be impaled for taking so long.
Sarah's mind raced. Jareth's words echoed in here head. He stood before her, hand out, waiting for her to reach out and claim the crystal that lay in his palm. "My dreams….And what would you know of my dreams?" Sarah's tone was light, but there was an undertone of accusation.
Jareth raised an eyebrow. He stepped forward and lowered his hand. The crystal disappeared instantly. "Sarah, I know more than you can imagine…" His eyes swept her body. "Yet there are some things I do not…"
"You haven't answered me." Jareth nodded. He wordlessly reached out and pulled her into his arms. "What do you dream about?" he said, his voice low and thick. He tilted her head up so she was looking directly into his face.
"The same thing I do." Pulling her tightly against him, Jareth kissed her.