Chapter 3

After the table was cleared and the dessert dishes brought out Jareth spoke. "Try the wine." Sarah rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, I'm going to get intoxicated while sitting at dinner with you." He took the lid off of the dessert platter, revealing a peach pie surrounded by alternating sliced peaches and watermelon. She looked directly at him. "Give me that wine." I'm going to need it.

Sarah avoided eating the pie and sliced peaches, she stuck to the watermelon and wine. After one sip of wine, however, Sarah remembered another reason why she hadn't wanted to drink with him. She had rarely had alcohol before, only for New Year's and other special occasions; she might react badly to it. After the first glass her head was fuzzy and her tongue had loosened.

"So Jenny says, 'Why can't you be more like Karen?' And I say, I say. This one was good, and I say 'What an egocentric bitch with something stuck up her ass?'" She took another sip of wine and with no warning she clamped her hands over her ears and closed her eyes tightly. "Bad mental picture, evil imagination!" He caught a glimpse of this image and wished he hadn't. It was of what Sarah thought was stuck up Karen's ass, and it had to do with the teen's father's anatomy. Jareth decided a change of subject was in order.

Though somewhat disappointed that the alcohol wasn't making her flirtatious, he thought that the loosened tongue could prove interesting. "So, my dear Sarah, who is this Chris person?" He was still slightly irked about that.

"Chris? Oh, he's just a guy I've been in some plays with," She was the most articulate drunk he had ever seen, and he's seen some drunks in his day. "We're called the 'kissing couple', because in most of the plays we are opposite each other; and we're the one's asked to show the new kids how to do it." She reached for more wine but he stopped her, she had had enough.

"How to do what?"

What an idiot! Maybe he isn't so hot, if he's that dense.

"How to kiss, of course!" She was still trying to get her wine glass out of his hand. "What really ticks me off is that everyone thinks we're going out, but Chris would more likely date you." That got his attention. Why would this guy want to date him? "See Chris is gay."

"What does being happy have to do with this?" Her reaction was to giggle, and that giggle turned into a drunken laugh. She slowly calmed down, and closely inspected him, well as closely as a drunk could.

"Are you sure you don't know? I mean the clothes, the hair, the glitter, and the eye shadow." At his blank look she rolled her eyes, and nearly fell out of her chair. "When I say gay I mean homosez, I can get this homeo, homosexual. There that's the word, don't make me say it aga…" She didn't finish the word, instead she fell face first into her watermelon. He rushed over to her to see if she was alright. She was, in fact, she was asleep.

He sighed and picked her up; with the flick of his wrist her dress was replaced by a set of pajamas and her face was clear of watermelon juice. He brought them to her bedroom and laid her down under her covers. She would not be happy in the morning, unless, he made her happy! With thoughts of what he would do in the morning playing through his head, he exited through the silver door.

Sarah awoke with a splitting headache. "Ohhhh." She opened her eyes, and wished she hadn't. The light from the candles just intensified the pain. "Ohhhh."

"Not the worst sound that I've came out of a woman's mouth when she woke up in my guest room. Usually the moans have a bit more pleasure behind them though." Jareth was sitting in one of the chairs next to the bed.

"Am I always going to wake up to the sound of your voice?" Her eyes were still closed so she didn't see him move closer. In one movement he was straddling her waist, with her arms pinned to her sides by the covers

"I do hope so" His hands moved to her temples and he stared massaging them. "I dearly hope that the next time you wake up, however, you'll be moaning my name." She squirmed around for a bit, trying to shake him, but to no avail. She wasn't about to buck him off, she had read way too many fantasy romances for that. He chuckled at the thoughts running through her head. She then thought about what always happened when the girl squirmed, and immediately ceased her squirming. When her movement stopped, the ministrations to her temples started to kick in.

How does he always know how to make my body ignore my thoughts?

"Call it a gift." Her headache had lessened and her body was relaxed.

"Go away." It was hard to get out; her throat wanted to express its appreciation of his hands, not stop them. I am in control of my body. I have the strength to resist him. He disregarded her words and concentrated on her thoughts.

"Do you?" He let go, and got off of her for just a moment; long enough for her traitorous throat to release a whimper. In the moment he was off of her he also flipped her onto her stomach, giving him access to her back.

The monarch was determined to get some appreciative noise out of her; the whimper just intensified his determination. He started on her shoulders, and worked down her back. Every time she got close to vocalizing she would bite her tongue and bury her head in the pillow. His eyes narrowed, he would make her moan, he would make her scream; but how? A smile tugged at his mouth as he did the same to his gloves. Sarah gasped as she felt his now glove-less hands on her neck. She heard him chuckle as his hands moved down her back. His hands radiated a liquid fire, burning and pleasurable at the same time.

"Pure, untamed magic." He explained. "Hands are a major focus of power, but it builds up, and radiates out. The gloves hold it in unless I wish to use it; she felt a crystal roll along her spine. Almost immediately a moan escaped her throat. The crystal disappeared and his hands returned. She moaned again.

Damn those hands!!! Sarah tried again to escape his grasp. When he had flipped her over her hands had gotten loose. She tried to push up off the bed and him with her. All she ended up doing was aiding him in cracking her back; the suddenness of it caused pain to shoot down her limbs and bringing forth a scream of pain. Her arms gave out on her and she fell back to the mattress; Jareth's hands were still under her shirt. When she fell his hands had stayed in the air causing her top to rip. Oh great, just what I needed, and me without my bra. The bra hadn't fit under her dress and Jareth wasn't exactly the type to remember such things when altering her apparel.

"You are absolutely right. That is just what you need." He tore the shirt the rest of the way and pulled the back edges forward, binding her arms in place.

"Jareth." There was a warning in her voice. He slid his hands up her back. "Jareth." Her voice shook. He massaged the sides of her rib cage. I have to stop this now. Who knows what I might do if it doesn't? She heard him chuckle, she didn't need to see his face to know that he was smirking. His hands started to move around to her front. "Jareth, stop." His hands paused.

"What's wrong Sarah? Aren't you 'in control'? Don't you have the 'strength to resist'? He got off of her: She nearly whimpered when his warmth left her, nearly.

Why is he affecting me like this? I hate him. I hate him! So why do I want to be near him? Lost in her thoughts she not only forgot that he was in the room but he could hear said thoughts also. Ok, take this logically. Pluses, cute butt, nice chest, magic fingers, literally, he sent Toby home, powerful, cute butt. Drawbacks jerk, horney, arrogant, perverted egocentric, overbearing. One for one, crap. Why am I even considering this? What is wrong with me? He stole Toby, well not quite stealing; I did ask him to. He made me run the Labyrinth, I asked him to give me a chance to correct my mistake. He kept me in the center; Hoggle warned me. He's an arrogant, vain, domineering jackass! With a cute butt; what does his cute butt have to do with it? Did I really just admit he has a cute butt? Jareth found Sarah's argument with herself humorous, but if he chuckled she would remember he was there. He's so cruel! A song from the day prior came to mind. 'Your eyes can be so cruel, just as I can be so cruel.' What did he call us 'well matched'? This is so confusing.

"It doesn't have to be." His words woke the girl from her thoughts and reminded Sarah that he could have heard that entire mental conversation. She looked up at him.

"Did you hear all of that?" Please no, please no. He turned and walked to the door separating their rooms giving her a view of his 'cute butt'; he turned his head.

"Is it really cute enough to count twice?" He opened the door to his room and started walking in.

"Wait!" He stopped. "What did you mean 'It doesn't have to be'?" He smirked and started walking back to the bed.

"It doesn't have to be confusing, you could give into me, be my queen. We…" was speech was interrupted by her snort.

"I think you mean bedmate with perks…" It was his turn to interrupt.

"I would consider being bedmates one of the perks." Sarah was still on the bed, her ripped shirt effectively holding her arms in place. She looked over at him and ignored his comment.

"Could I get some help with this shirt? I don't like breaking my neck to look at you. Also, it is your fault that I'm stuck like this." He flicked his wrist and the shirt disappeared completely, she gasped and pulled the blankets up before turning over. "You perverted jackass!"

"I solved your problem." He sneered at the blanket and it disappeared. Sarah brought her knees up to her chest, and linked her arms around them; glaring at him.

"You horney bastard." She put on a brave face but inside she was trembling. He appeared right next to the bed, Sarah would have backed up but her knees would have moved.

"What did I tell you about insulting me?" He moved up against the bed and gripped her arms. "Words have consequences Sarah,"

Don't I know it.

"The consequence for yours words is to clean out the throne room,"

Not hard, I do it at home all the time.

"While the goblins are still in there." Her eyes widened. Multiply Toby by a hundred, great. Oh, well at least he forgot about my lack of shirt. She then realized her mistake in thinking that. Well shit. He smirked and leaned in close.