If you don't like her reactions, don't worry, read further and you will understand.

He slipped his hand between her chest and her knees, Sarah gasped; he had yet to put his gloves back on. He captured her lips with his, when she pulled back Jareth gained full access to her chest. She opened her mouth to gasp as his second hand found her chest; she was cut short by his tongue entering her mouth. She backed up until her back hit the headboard. Stop, please. He ignored her thoughts as he followed her back. She was divided, part of her wanted this whole adventure to have never happened, another wanted to go further, the rest was perfectly happy were it was. This is so confusing!

"Just give in." He murmured against her mouth, "I know you want to." He encouraged her tongue with his own. "You can stop me from going any further."

He didn't say he wouldn't stop me from stopping him. Her body was screaming for her to react, so she closed her eyes and simply reacted. She felt his hands move lower as she started to respond. Anxious bastard. She grabbed his hands just before they reached her waistband. She moved the monarch's hands up to her neck; and her own hands to pull his shirt out of his waistband. Sarah pulled the shirt up to his head, and stopped, his hands were above his head, and they were being held by his shirt.

Sarah pulled back, away from the king. She ran into the closet, pulling on the first thing she saw. Just before she could tie the cloak closed Jareth entered the closet, running into her and knocking her to the ground, causing the cloak to open. He pulled her up by her lapels. "What in the name of Oberon was that?"

"That was my latest attempt to get you off me. How'd it work?" He pressed against her, and she felt how it had worked. She pulled the cloak closer to her. "That well, huh?" His hands went down to her hips. "I should get started on the throne room." Leave, go, shoo.

"It has waited hundreds of years; it can wait a few hours." He started to pull the cloak off. "Acting without thinking was a good strategy, perhaps we should up the stakes." He pushed the cloak off of her shoulders and to the floor, admiring her as he spoke. She reached down to grab the cloak, but stopped at his last words.

"Up the stakes? This isn't a game! This is my life we're talking about. I don't want to spend the next twenty years off my life sleeping with someone I don't even like just to be thrown in the garbage when I reach my late thirties!" She tried to turn away from him, but he caught her shoulders and held her there. She looked in his eyes, she saw surprise for a moment, but it was covered by amusement.

"I wouldn't get rid of you, you're too much fun. If what you're worried about is your age, you shouldn't." She gave him a questioning look. "While inside the Labyrinth you will not age, however, if you leave the walls of the Labyrinth without magical safeguards the time you have spent in here will catch up to you." Immortality or death, what a choice. His eyes changed from playful to angry and taunting. "You don't have a choice Sarah, you will remain in these walls. Soon, though, I doubt that you will want to leave." He turned his attention back to her body, holding her waist to his with one hand, and giving her chest attention with the other.

"Stop." The hand holding her waist was dipping below her waistband. He was gauging her reactions and changing his ministrations accordingly. She grabbed his hand and pulled it out of her pants. "I told you to stop." She pushed against his chest with her other hand, trying to get him to back off.

"What if I don't want to?" He pulled his hand out of her grasp. "Are you going to make me?" He returned his hand to her waist.

"I'm going to ask you nicely to stop." Her voice shook as his thumb started doing circles around her nipple. "I don't even like you!" I don't think. "I'm defiantly not ready for this." Her voiced jumped as she said 'this'; his hand had gotten completely below the waistband and he had pinched her butt.

"I'm sorry you feel that way, you won't for long." With one final squeeze of her butt he backed off. "You will begin cleaning after lunch, your breakfast is waiting on your bed. He turned and left the closet. Note to self: avoid closet as much as possible. Sarah grabbed a rusty-brown dress that had a zipper and headed to the bathroom.

When she was finished scrubbing, Sarah sat under the waterfall thinking about her predicament. If he would just back off for a while I could figure this out. It was hard to think when he was in the room. It feels so good to be near him, but I'm the heroine, he's the villain, its wrong!

"Wrong, but so very right." She plunged under the water only letting her head show. He stood at the edge of the pool, wearing a blue robe, he had no shoes. "Miss me?" Her obvious horror at his state of dress brought a smirk to his face.

"How can I miss you," She moved to the opposite side of the pool from him. "if you don't stay away?" He untied the robe and started to open it, Sarah turned around; the wall behind her became extremely fascinating. "What are you doing?" She kept her back to him until she heard a splash, turning around she found herself face to face with the monarch.

"This is my bathroom too." He gestured to a second door she hadn't seen before. She felt his hand on her side; the water kept him from seeing anything she didn't want him to get a good look at, but it also kept her from seeing his hands. She wanted out, now.

"Aren't I supposed to clean the throne room after lunch?" His hands were moving up and down her sides with just enough pressure so as not to tickle.

"You haven't even had breakfast yet. We have quite a bit of time." He started to kiss her neck, and was moving south.

"Didn't already we go over this? I don't like you." I think. "And even if I did, how long have I known you? One day? I am not ready for this kind of relationship." He raised his head and looked her in the eye.

"As I said before, I won't go any further if you protest." She gave him a look that said, quite clearly 'you expect me to believe you?'.

"How about …NO. To be nice, I'll give you two reasons." She held up two fingers. "Reason one: We're naked in the middle of a pool! Do you really expect me to trust you?" She put down one finger; when she stated her point his attention had returned to her hidden form; she grabbed his chin bringing his gaze back to her. The show of bravado bringing surprise to his features. "Two, I am not ready for this level of a relationship. How many times do you have to hear that?" She was about to lower the second finger when he caught a hold of it. He didn't reply to anything she had said, instead he brought her finger to his lips. Just the lips; they're just his lips. He smirked and brought her finger down his face and his neck; he brought it down past his breastbone, and chest. Her eyes were fixed on the spot where her finger would have been had she been able to see it. Her finger, still in his possession, traveled down his stomach to his abdomen. Sarah jerked back, attempting to free her hand. "Stop it!" He didn't listen, he was nearly there. Dad and Karen! He paused. Dad and Karen making out! Her scare tactics seemed to be working. Mr. Miller and Principal Musegades. He let go and backed away from her, his face going pale. Clinton and Lewinski. He put his hands to his ears as though he was trying to block out the image.

She was on a role, but she had forgotten why she was thinking up couples; she was blocking everything, but her own thoughts out. She remembered a question a friend had asked her; what couples do you think belong together but are considered wrong by society? She had answered with TV shows she liked. Bulma, and Vegeta, Buffy, and Spike, Usagi, and Mamoru. He had stopped trying to block her out, the names and pictures he was getting were intriguing. Jareth and Sarah. What?!!!! It had just come out, she didn't know where it came from but it was there, hanging between them. Her eyes widened and she moved toward the tree of leaf towels; her eyes were following his every movement.

"Belong together Sarah?" The way he said her name made her shiver. "Couples?" He moved toward her, she jumped out of the pool and grabbed a towel at the same time. The king disappeared from the pool; Sarah turned around, anticipating his next move. Sure enough he appeared directly in front of her, fully clothed, expecting her back to be to him. Surprise shone on his face, Sarah decided to answer his unasked question.

"You're predicable." He smirked and disappeared, reappearing in the same spot; Sarah didn't move. "That is the oldest trick in the book. Maybe you should update your tactics, old timer." Naney-naney boo-boo, you can't catch me. She smirked at him, the age insult might not have been the smartest thing, but she was on an adrenaline high from out-smarting him.

"Predicable?" He moved up close to her, "Old-timer?" He grabbed the edge of her towel.

Think Sarah, think! "P..Pulling the towel off would be very predicable." Her voice shook uncontrollably.

"Oh, really?" He pulled the towel hard, spinning Sarah around. When the room stopped spinning Sarah looked down to see a very low-cut red dress clinging to her curves.

Hello! Fifteen year old here!

"In the time you humans call the Dark Ages, it would be predicable for one of your age to be married and a mother of two by now."

"Welcome to the twenty-first century. I'm Sarah; I'll be your guide." He raised an eyebrow. "Please keep your hands and feet inside the ride at all times." She looked him up and down, and then she began. "You're clothes need an update from the 80's; you're hair needs a brush and some scissors. Gloves are out and unless you want to be known as an S&M freak I advise you to ditch the stick. Also the heels would peg you as a fairy." His eyes had narrowed, but now he raised an eyebrow.

"I am a fairy by some mortal definitions." Sarah covered her mouth to hold in a giggle.

"So, you admit to being a fairy?" She kept her humor in check.

"I am a Fae, in some languages Fae and fairy are the same."

"So, you are a fairy."

"To an extant I am, yes." Sarah couldn't hold it in, she burst out laughing. "What's so humorous?"

"Nothing, nothing." She doubled over in laughter and nearly fell out of the dress; she stood up straight and pulled it up. He moved directly in front of her and put his hands on either side of her chest. He pulled the dress down to its original position; she glared at him and pulled it up. He pulled it down, she pulled it up. He grabbed her hands and lifted them above her head, tying them there with a vine that hung from the ceiling. He pulled the dress back down and backed away; he put his chin in his hand and surveyed her.

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