It had been over a month of nearly nude sleeping and she still woke up every time he moved in his sleep. It was just like when he started making her share the bed with him, only worse. But now, now things had gone too far. She had finally located her clothes from home, and they didn't fit. Well the shirts were still wearable, form fitting but not bad. But her pants were either too short or too tight. Looking at her body she couldn't figure it being the extra weight.

It seemed she had hit the final push of puberty, her bras didn't fit and if she tried to wear them they bit into her skin. She wasn't even going to think about her underwear. Worse yet, the clothes that had been perfectly fine, however outdated by her mind, were growing uncomfortable as well. It seemed her final spurt of growth was demanding a new wardrobe. Finding a midnight blue dress that had once been loose on her, she squeezed into it and slipped on the only thing that still fit. Her shoe size had thankfully remained the same.

Now was the fun part, asking Jareth to get her some new clothes. Somehow she thought fondly of going to the bog and dangling over it again, she didn't like asking the Goblin King for anything, asking for things meant owing that person something. She hated being indebted to others. Only a few could do her a favor and she not feel bad about receiving the help.

He had to admit that he was surprised when Sarah came into the room. Normally she only entered his study when she had something to yell at him for, or when he pulled her in for a discussion. Thinking back it had been quite a while since she angered him. When she was the one to enter after knocking he gave her his complete attention. Something that appeared to be the opposite of what she wanted. "It's been a while since I've asked you for something right?" Now he was really interested. She grumbled about things but never really complained about them, she hadn't asked for anything he might have considered giving her, not once. Well maybe a crystal to look in on her brother with but he had never thought to deny her that, her eyes when she had asked had made his heart twist.

"What is it you desire Sarah?" He drawled the word 'desire' and she came out of her nerves and sent him a sharp look. Her mouth opened but the door to his study opened behind her cutting her off. His smile vanished as he played his role. Sarah was allowed to see behind his role, others however were not permitted.

It was Randolph, an annoying man who thought too much of himself with a sister Sarah had already made the acquaintance of. He didn't miss the stiffening of her shoulders or that when she stepped aside she maneuvered herself closer to him. He saw the look on the noble's face and felt his emotions cool. Reaching out he tugged an unresisting Sarah onto his lap. Her shocked eyes met his but otherwise she was docile. Then as if deciding to play along she lowered her head onto his shoulder, the warmth of her hand over his heart. Suddenly he wasn't so annoyed for the interruption.

"Is there a reason for this interruption Randolph? We were having a discussion." The lesser lord bowed but his focus was Sarah. From beneath the table Jareth's grip on Sarah tightened. There was something he hadn't been informed of, he knew Randoph had seen Sarah after her escapade on the stairs, but that shouldn't have created the look of anger and lust he was seeing in the younger Fae's eyes.

"I apologize my King, I was unaware you were with your mistress." Sarah's hand fisted and he knew it was a miracle that she was remaining silent. Sarah's fingers pressed down before she shifted her weight off of him and back to her feet.

"It can wait, few hours isn't going to change anything. See you at dinner." She turned her back to him and left the way she had came, he didn't even have to guess, he knew she had glared at the other male. As he resumed business with Lord Randolph he couldn't help but ponder at what Sarah had been about to request. For someone to claimed to be selfish and self centered, she asked for very little. Other than he desire to have him keep his distance she never really demanded things of him. She hadn't even asked to return to her home, knowing he had a fair claim on her that unless he changed his mind, she would remain within his power.

By this time he was quite sure he had made it clear, he would never let her go.

She had tried to read, really, but her mind was not on the somewhat dry text. All she had on was her robe and it over that was a throw blanket she had introduced to the sitting area of their room. 'There I go again, when did this become my room too?' Pacing in an effort to relieve her nerves she almost laughed at seeing how little she had changed through all of this. She still sought escape from the world around her through books and exercise. What she wanted was to find a scale, she had lost a lot of weight and while she had gained some she had also hit the last flourish of puberty, mixed with her nearly constant dance practice she could do things she had only seen professionals do. Jareth had frowned at her many bruises, some falls were awkward and the had bruised skin and muscle were unavoidable.

But right now she wasn't thinking too much about bruises and pulled muscles, she was thinking about how cold she was. Fall had somehow been skipped and winter was nearly in full affect. She had spent the last three days as close to the fires as she could or huddling under blankets. Glancing at the clock she frowned, five minutes before she was pulled by Jareth's spell to the bed. That had taken getting used to, but there were ways around his magic enforcement spell. It was a matter of will and intent. At first when she had refused to sleep in his room she had found the buzzing in her head too great to allow her to sleep.

When he had demanded that she be in his bed by a certain time the buzzing that had been in her head, filled her body if she wasn't where he ordered when the clock hit the hour. But it was more of a matter of intent, once she had fallen asleep in front of the fire and it had only made her uncomfortable until she woke up, there hadn't even been pain while she slipped out of her clothes. A few times she had been distracted or delayed; it hadn't hurt her then either. It was always a matter of intent.

Looking to the silken sheets she grimaced, she really didn't want to be on the bed when she asked him for her favor. She was still disturbed with herself when he had pulled her onto his lap. It drove home how much she missed. Her home life had lacked affection, but the hugs from Toby and the gentle licks and snuggling sessions from Merlin were missed greatly.

Sitting on the bed she wiped at her teary eyes. She was not going to cry. She was fine. Just because she was starved for affection that didn't leave her with questions meant nothing. 'I want Mick.' It was only after the thought flitted through her mind that she realized how pathetic she sounded. But it was true; she was lonely and missed him. At least at home there had been the mail and occasional phone call. Sniffling she pressed her hands to her eyes in hopes of clogging the water, foolish but at least there had been an attempt. When the door opened and Jareth entered she mentally cursed. Of course he would come in while she was in the middle of a pity fest.

"Sarah?"

"I got something in my eye." She sounded annoyed and knew it. He didn't have to know it was with herself. First time in years she had shed tears born of emotion and he had to walk in on it, Murphy's Law in action. Gaining control of the water works she kept her act up. "There, gone." She glanced around and decided it wouldn't hurt to ask. "Can you let me off the bed; I'd rather not hold this conversation while stuck to the mattress." Already her robe was itching, the damned spell telling her to take it off soon or it would grow in intensity. "Please?" She had learned with many grievances that bending to his wishes gave her a few more liberties. All those manners she had known in theory at the very least had been taken off the shelf, dusted, and put to use.

"Stand if you wish Sarah." She hated that amused smile he was sporting. She didn't see the glimmer of worry he had displayed when he entered to find her in tears. Instantly the itching stopped and she was off the mattress. "You were trying to ask for something earlier Sarah?" She flushed under his stare and pulled the robe tighter around herself. The thick cotton was a comfort to her even if it did look hideous. Half her reason for keeping it was that she knew he hated it.

"Umm ya, well you see, I need. Well as it is." She glared at his amused features and let her anger take hold of her mouth, or more to the point it took control and ignored what little common sense she had. "I've finally hit that growth spurt I was promised as a kid and practically all the clothes I have don't fit. I was going to ask if you had any ideas that I would actually willingly go through with." She had seen the glimmer in his eyes, not the first time a male was about to suggest the female strut around naked she was sure. "And if you leave me to my own devices I will be going toga and your bed drapes will be the first to be sacrificed." She mentally hit herselft after she finished her tirade, oh ya that was the way to get what she wanted. She needed to work on her sweet talking skills. They were severely lacking. Someway, somehow, Mick was going to hear of this, and he would lauuuuuuuggghhhhh.