Disclaimer: You know what I'm going to say. And if you don't, check chapter one.

Author's notes: Well, here is my third and final chapter of this story. It has turned a bit dark, and I think I should go back and rewrite the first two chapters so they line up a bit better, but this story just begged to be written. Jareth and Sarah's relationship was always going to be twisted, from the very beginning. So for the love of peaches, tell me what you think! (Kudos to La Pitura for that classic line :P )

There's nothing I hate more than Jareth 'vanishing' clothing. Of course, this scene was so tricky to write I was tempted to do just that but NO! Magical undressing is for the weak! But this is my first really naughty scene I've written, so go easy.

Also thankyou to Pas-De-Chat – that's one of the nicest compliments I've gotten. I don't have a beta so there may be some typos, but I promise to NEVER EVER get 'lose' and 'loose' mixed up, as is wont to happen around here (groan).

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It was not ripples that shot all over her body, but the very opposite. She felt as though her skin had just contracted in around his mouth, like the light inhale of her flesh to his kiss had sucked all her nerves to that one point of her skin.

She turned and placed her palm flat against his torso to push him away from her. But as soon as her hand came into contact with his chest she felt his muscles tighten. Ah-ha! Painfully transparent indeed! Quick as a flash she made her decision – she would use Jareth's own weapons against him.

Pushing herself upwards and sideways she pinned his body down under her own, the shock of the move forcing a surprised Jareth onto his back. He growled under his breath as he realised she had brought the blankets with her; a flimsy yet impenetrable barrier between his pelvis and the delicious weight that bore down upon it. But after seeing the taken aback look on Sarah's face though he knew that it mustn't be that much of a barrier after all. "You're just full of surprises today kitten." He grunted as Sarah shifted slightly. "Not that I'm complaining."

"Oh I haven't changed my mind Jareth." She smiled inwardly at how he lifted his head towards hers as her face came down towards him. "I'm just proving that I can beat you at any game you care to name." She deftly avoided his lips and pressed her cheek against his, now whispering. "And you're going to tell me what it is you're really doing here." Sarah straightened up, flipping her dark locks Pantene style to settle around her shoulders once more. Another groan from the Goblin King.

"You want the reason I answered your summons?" Sarah's tongue pushed itself against the roof of her mouth (be in charge, don't be affected by him Sarah c'mon) at the sensation of Jareth's hands creeping up her thighs, the fingertips resting gently under the hem of her nightgown. "It's very simple," his eyes looked almost sad as they drilled into her own, "I came because you are unable to love."

Sarah made a very Jareth-like smirk. "Unable to love you, you mean? Or do you give yourself so much credit that I would never be able to love anyone after you?" His eyes were still staring up at her, a deep resignation within them. Not at what she had said she was sure, but something much much deeper. Despite the reaction of his body, she suddenly felt judged and embarrassed at being as forward as to – straddle, there was no other word for it – the Goblin King. At that raw look in his eyes she pushed herself backwards onto his thighs, breaking the sexual contact. But Jareth followed through on her motion and sat up, arms wrapping around her back and holding her uncomfortably close. How could she be so stupid to believe she had had control of the Goblin King, even for a moment?

"No Sarah." He held her fast as she struggled. And as much as he enjoyed the wiggling – she could still feel the evidence of his arousal pressed between them – his voice was at once steely and sad. "I once sent you a perfect dream of perfect love. And you broke it." His arms tightened at her sides. "You broke the dream of love. And without the dream of it, how could you ever achieve it?"

"That's stupid."

"Think about it Sarah. You shouldn't have said no to me when I offered myself to you at the end of the Labyrinth." His hands were well settled on her back.

Sarah almost laughed at the Goblin King's massive ego, but stopped when she saw the serious look on his face, mere inches away from her own. "You were lying. You were trying to trick me."

"You say that because love is beyond you now. Beyond you then. You don't believe in it, you can't dream of it."

"It's not true. I love Toby, I love my dad, I love Merlin, I love, ha, long walks on the beach… I have plenty of love."

"Not this sort of love." He leaned in close to her, placing his hand around the nape of her neck. For the aggressiveness of his position it was a surprisingly gentle kiss. Sarah stiffened as she felt his soft lips hard brush against her own. It was with great effort that she twisted her head to the side, and the hand that had been holding her head wandered back down her side to loop around her back once more. He looked altogether too pleased with himself.

"Even assuming you're telling the truth, what's the point then? What's done is done. I can still be happy." Sarah thought frantically over the last few years. Had she even had a crush on anyone after she had returned from the Labyrinth? Had she ever felt anything more than disdain for those who approached her? "No, you could never be happy." She shifted her eyes away from his intense gaze. "I thought you would be happy that my life would be incomplete. Appropriate ending and all that for the girl who dared to defy you." Her voice quivered at all the unexpressed emotion at having him so close, so masculine, and so arrogantly certain of her fate. "Why can't you leave me alone?"

"Why would you invite more loneliness to your life? Your empty, bare, human life." The last part was a statement that almost made Sarah's heart break. It was so true. She had wondered whether she was destined to be alone forever, whether there was a purpose to how her life was ending up. Seeing her bewildered expression Jareth continued softly. "How many suitors have you entertained Sarah? Or do you question, somewhere deep inside, that there is a point to it for you?"

Sarah swallowed her hurt at his words down hard. "Let me get this straight. You have been desperately waiting to return Aboveground to talk to me because I'm not dating?"

"I never said I returned just to talk to you." Although Sarah had been uncomfortable with her closeness to the Goblin King, she had begun to calm just a little at his inaction. But he was moving again, lifting his left hand to his mouth and pulling off his glove with his teeth. Sarah took the opportunity to shift further away but his other arm tightened on her hip and he lifted his eyebrow with reproach. Wiggling his fingers free of the leather he stroked her hair with his bare hand. For some reason Jareth divesting himself of his glove made Sarah flame with embarrassment; it felt as personal as another man taking off his pants. Stop thinking of those damn pants! she admonished herself fiercely.

"We're well matched to each other Sarah. It's time you admitted this, now more than ever." At this he lifted Sarah off his lap with a sigh. She felt her mind clear slightly and her eyes narrowed in anger. "You shouldn't try to manipulate me." Jareth simply continued his explanation. "If you never feel love, you will grow bitterer and harsher with every passing year. Resentment will drive you away from others. Soon you will find pleasure only in inflicting pain on others. Even if you hold onto your empathy you will have no respect for your body. You will come to treat yourself as a mere commodity. Your earlier position on my lap shows that you already have no scruples in that area."

"So it's ok for you to waltz in here and try to seduce me to get your way, but as soon as I try it I'm not respecting myself? You… you…" Sarah was almost rendered mute by her rage. "You… chauvinist!"

"My actions cannot be judged on the same scale as yours." Jareth replied cryptically.

"Is that why you're here then? I'm due to become a slut so you thought you'd pay a visit?" She sat up on the edge of the bed. Why did that thought so horrify and intrigue her at the same time? "You could always be cruel Sarah. I just don't want you to become brutal." He moved up behind her, biting her on the shoulder with an air of consideration. "At least, not without a safety word."

She simply put her head in her hands, a laugh choking up her throat. The spicy scent of his closeness was playing games with her mind again. "Who else would take you? Who else would want you? Would you want to inflict a loveless self on anyone you cared about?" Jareth's voice sunk low and arrogant. "I could take it Sarah. I would be your slave. I can teach you how to love again – from the other side."

"I hate yo—" She turned and grabbed his shoulders, driving him backwards onto the bed and hitting him wildly. He grinned up at her. "That's it. I know you want me. You know you want me." Inhumanly fast he grabbed her hands with his and rolled them over. She gasped with an erotic anger as she felt him ease her legs apart with his own, thrusting his hips into her. Her nightgown was up above her waist and she felt the earlier heat in her belly come back at the feel of Jareth's manhood against her. "Hold onto that passion Sarah." He leant down over her, revelling in the feeling of having her so close.

She wrapped her legs around him with a growl, feeling the bulge between them. She rolled again, this time taking them off the bed entirely. Blankets, sheets and pillows followed, wrapping around the pair struggling for dominance. Jareth ended up on top again, although somehow Sarah managed to scoot out from underneath him. Jareth laughed as he pursued her on hands and knees, the motion somehow not looking silly but utterly magnificent as he emerged from beneath the mess of the bedding. Sarah's heart beat wildly with adrenalin, lust, anger and a myriad of fears as she backed up to her chest of drawers.

It was suddenly clear to her what Jareth had been talking about. There was no one that made her feel the way he did, even if it was infuriated. Jareth had stopped moving towards her, although he was still crouched on the floor with his eyes locked on her own. He made her feel wanted. He made her feel strong yet weak at the same time. He was beautiful and exotic and powerful and he wanted her. He made her feel like she couldn't trust her own judgement. He made her feel alive.

The bastard.

With an inarticulate cry she sprung at him again. Wrapping arms and legs around his taut lean body she desperately pressed her face to his. It was so fierce their teeth clashed together, but he hungrily opened his mouth, plundering hers with passionate kisses. She felt him growl into her as she drew her nails down his back. Wrapping his strong arms around her again he carried her back to the bed, dropping her unceremoniously on the now bare mattress.

She eyed the lump in his trousers with a curious gleam in her eye. He caught her hand as she reached out towards the waistband. "Not yet kitten." He released her wrist to run his still ungloved hand up her arm to brush her hair back off her face. "Not if you want this to last." She flushed and dropped her arm back to her side.

Joining her on the bed he dragged his shirt up and over his head, pulling off his pendant with it. "I knew you'd come around Sarah." He dropped on his side next to her. "I'll look after you kitten. You won't have to worry abo—" His arrogant declarations were cut off as Sarah kissed him again to shut him up. He didn't argue, slipping a hand down between them and massaging Sarah through her panties. Her back arched, grinding her hips onto Jareth's hands and her breasts against his chest. It wasn't like before, with her own hesitant explorations beneath the sheets. Jareth was a master, bringing her to the very brink and back again until she was near sobbing from frustration. The kisses now were getting sloppier as she broke against his mouth. "Please… Jareth… oh please…"

This time he didn't protest as she reached for his pants, letting her help him wriggle out of them. His eyes slid closed as she wrapped her delicate fingers around the shaft, weighing it hot and hard in her hand. She pushed him down on his back with her other hand, relishing the skin-to-skin contact. Fixing her eyes on Jareth's she nodded to his unspoken question, skimming her sodden underwear down her legs and off the side of the bed. She felt his hands on her hips guiding her up, over and slowly down to straddle him with nothing between them. She felt between them to slowly steer her painfully slow (to Jareth) impalement. She felt something inside of her tense and break, and she fell with a cry onto Jareth's chest.

He struggled to stay still within her, the gentle caresses of his hands on her shoulders a welcome change from the fierceness of their foreplay. After a drawn out moment he ventured a question. "Are you alrig—" Again Sarah kissed him to stop his mouth, and with that encouragement he began to move his hips in little circles. As he felt her begin to respond and pick up the rhythm he pulled at her nightgown, helping her to peel it from her sweaty skin. His large hands covered her breasts, cupping them as she rode him on high.

That delicious feeling was growing within her again. She started to push herself harder against Jareth, mewling deep in her throat and he snuck a hand between them once again to caress her most secret of places. Shuddering she arched backwards, the tightening of her muscles around him making Jareth groan. But it was the look of absolute completion on her face that pushed Jareth over the edge, Sarah's insides flooding with heat twice over.

She collapsed once more against his chest, exhausted but at peace. She felt his strong hands stroking her hair down her back, content to just let her rest there for the moment. She broke the silence.

"I love you."

Jareth tucked a loose strand of hair back behind her ear. "No kitten. You don't. Not yet" He said coldly. Bitterly. Sadly. She choked back a sob at being rejected so, the first man she had ever told she had loved, and cried into his chest no less. She lifted herself off of him in a huff, emotions roiling again.

Sarah lay down facing away from him, feeling him get up from the bed. The bed suddenly felt so empty, the loneliness she had felt before his arrival returning a hundred fold. But he was simply gathering the bedding from their earlier romp on the floor. She felt his hands pull up and tuck the blanket around her shoulders, snugly fitting himself in behind her. "Don't regret this pet." He nuzzled softly against her shoulder. "I always take care of what is mine." The unexpected tenderness of his actions contrasted with his jealous tone made tears come to her eyes.

"Sometimes I hate you." She mouthed the words silently into the darkness.

His arm wrapped possessively around her waist. "I know."