Disclaimer same as the first part.

Part Three:

Apon arriving back at his castle, Jareth set the woman down on a bed in a long disused guest chamber. A flick of his wrist had the dust scurrying up the chimney and a pointed glance at the fireplace caused it to leap to life with a crackle. The lamps obedient to the presence of the king lit the chamber with a warm glow giving him a better look at her. She was fair skinned and dark haired. She may have been pretty were she not so worn and thin.

Since she was not awake to object, Jareth stroked a hand in the air over her body removing the ragged clothing. Stripped her figure was sweet though again too thin, the only lush thing about her was her breasts, apple sized and firm with dusky rose nipple that were puckering in the cool air. As she stirred, Jareth with a similar motion clothed her in a long nightdress, clean and pristine, high necked and long sleeved. With a small pop an elegantly carved cradle appeared in the room and within moments a couple of husky goblins carried the cooing child into the room.

Children, at least very small ones, very seldom seemed to be scared of goblins and this one was no exception to the general rule. The goblins put the babe in the bed made for her and with a pat and a grunt scampered out. The child, clean comfortable and warm soon settled and slept. Her mother still stirring slightly was soothed by a softly whispered sleeping charm. Jareth floated a soft blanket over her and soon her breathing deepened and she toppled into the gentle arms of Morpheus.

Jareth settled himself on the chair by the bed and dimmed the lamps glow with a thought. He summoned a crystal as light as a bubble and as set it spinning on his fingertips, then staring into it he began to shape her dreams. He built the acquisition of the child and her own abduction, he let her dream that she woke in the guest suite she was in alone but for a figure looming quietly in the golden light. Then he stopped directing her dream to see what she would do.

Her dream self sat up in the big bed and looked at him carefully, taking him from in his tall black boots and tight breeches to his broad shoulders and exotic hair that was almost the crest of a bird.

"Who are you? Where am I?" she asked. Jareth just gave a not particularly nice smile that was full of sharp teeth.

"You called me. Do you not remember?" he finally answered. His voice was soft in the small chamber and flavoured with a hint of an accent.

"But… what am I doing here?" she wondered out loud. "I was told you would just take the babe…"

"You were not available to complete the bargain," Jareth replied softly, "there are rules that must be followed you know. You must be given a chance to get her back."

The woman's dream image stood and walked over to him looking up into his sharp featured face as if fascinated, staring into his mismatched eyes.

"What have you done to me? I feel so strong and well."

"You dream, Molly Gant. Your dream self is hale and strong."

Molly nodded and in an apparent shift of thought asked,

"You are the king? The Goblin King?"

Jareth merely nodded his face expressionless.

"And you came and took Bridget away?" Again the spare answer of a simple nod.

"I never knew goblins would be so fair."

Jareth looked slightly puzzled as she rose high on her toes and leaned upwards looking into his eyes. Those eyes widened in shocked surprise as she places a hand on his cheek and kissed him softly on the mouth. Her lips burned him, even though it was his spirit walking in her dream. It rocked him to his immortal soul.

"Thank you." She murmured against his lips before he fled from her dreamscape.

As he jerked back into his own body and the fragile dream crystal popped, he could still feel the ghost of her lips against his, burning with a mortal fire.