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Sarah awoke from a dream, her breath coming in gasps. Her eyes darted around the room, she relaxed when she realized it was her own, not his. Whew! No wedding dress, no wedding night! She got up, knowing she wouldn't be able to get back to sleep. I wonder what time it is. It would be nice to know how long I have to wait for his royal-horneyness to show up to wake me. After a few minuets of waiting her patience reached an end. I wish I had a window in here! Sarah felt energy rush down her arms and out her hands. Fear shot through her as the energy took a turn for the wall to Jareth's room. "Not there!" Too late, the floor length window was in place, at just the right angle that she could see his bed hers. Which means that he can see mine from his. Great! Just then the king walked out of the bath from the door in her room.

""Not where?" He saw the window and a smirk graced his features. "Unable to get enough of me Sarah?" She responded to his smirk with a scowl.

"It was an accident; I wanted to know the time. I didn't think the window would appear there!" It was then that she noticed his state of dress, or lack there-of. She turned away from him hoping that he missed her blush, no such luck. His chuckle caused her blush to darken as she heard his footsteps approach her.

"What's wrong Sarah?" She heard the amusement in his voice. "Is…" She spun back around, keeping her eyes on his face.

"That's quite enough! You know very well what's wrong! Now put some clothes on before I decide that you have an organ that needs removal!" She had meant to anger him or cause some other reaction than the one she got. The reaction that her threat caused was painfully obvious even with her attempt at avoiding looking in that area. Sick bastard!

"Do you promise to use your teeth?" He moved closer his smirk showing, if anything, more amusement.

Damn he's hot when he smirks…What am I thinking?!!!! Apart from the fact that he's hot all the time. "If there was anything to bite off I might." His smirk disappeared and anger flashed across his face; Sarah smiled with laughter in her eyes. He grabbed her and pulled her against him. She pushed against his chest, causing him to gasp and release her. Her hands were gloveless and her newly acquired magic was seeping out of her hands. Inspiration struck and she leaned into him pressing more skin against his chest. Here's a taste of your own medicine! "What's wrong your majesty?" The surprise on his face turned into anger. I'm sure making him mad today, maybe I should lay off. Through her hands and her newfound magic she could feel his anger; it was reaching a dangerous level. He could do something I'll regret, I'd better figure out a way to calm him down. In a split second decision she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into a kiss. His surprise lasted less than a second; he reacted to the kiss. His arm wrapped around her waist, holding her close; that, of course, led to a certain bulge pressing into her abdomen. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. His tongue requested access to her mouth; her mouth, being the traitor it was, granted it. He's not angry anymore, but this could turn out to be worse. His hand rested on her butt. Yes, definitely worse. She attempted to pull away, but he wasn't having any of it.

"Uh, uh, uh. You started this." She squeezed her eyes shut and slammed her jaws together, biting his tongue. He pulled away; hands at his mouth.

"I warned you to put some clothes on, and you asked me to use my teeth." Anger shone in his eyes, but it turned into amusement.

I just bit his tongue! Why is he happy? In an instant he was fully clothed; he adjusted his gloves.

"Get dressed, I will return for you in an hour. He turned to the door to his room and then to the window that was right next to it. He gestured and the window became a mirror. Now why do I get the feeling that mirror is one-way?

An hour later Sarah walked to the door that divided her room from the king's. Before she could knock, however, he opened the door. At the sight that met her eyes Sarah's jaw dropped. She had seen him in tights, she had seen him nude, but she had never seen him in jeans. Yum. His black skin-tight T-shirt showed of his muscles. Mommy, can I have that? What am I thinking? This is Jareth, baby-stealer, king of the goblins, a hot guy in jeans. "I feel overdressed." Jareth smirked.

"That can be fixed." The innuendo was not lost on her and she was a little worried as he neared. He tossed a crystal at her, when she caught it her dress changed. She was now dressed in jeans and a white tank top.

"Don't tell me that you go for all that yin and yang stuff." He offered an arm, she accepted.

"If the shirt fits." Sarah rolled her eyes. "I hope that you enjoy pancakes." She raised an eyebrow.

Him, in Perkins? This I gotta see. The castle walls disappeared and the Perkins waiting area took its place. "All right, but if you try anything I'll…" He interrupted her.

"You will do what, exactly. Scold me?" Anger filled her. "I would not do anything to begin with. We are in the Aboveground, we must follow their etiquette."

Etiquette, in America, where's he been?

"Not that you could do anything except scold me." The smile that Sarah's face adopted was as 'evil' as any Jareth could hope to produce.

"I can do a lot worse than scold you." She walked up to the 'Please wait to be seated' sign. He didn't get a chance to ask her what she meant until they were seated as the hostess chose that moment to appear. When he did her only answer was, "You'll see." You, Mister Goblin King, can go from Villain to Seducer in 1.8. I'm an actress; I can do innocent virgin to irresistible temptress in 1.6. Let's see just how well you take what you give. She looked at Jareth, who was reading the menu. "I know what I want, how about you?" His head shot up at her tone and the innuendo was not missed. He didn't answer as the server came to take their orders; Sarah slipped one of her feet out of her shoe. When the server had left she brought her foot up to his calf.

"What are you doing?" His voice went up at the end of his sentence and he closed his eyes as she started rubbing under his knee.

"What's the matter? Are you losing stamina in your old age?" Anger was clear on his face, but it disappeared as her foot started on his inner thigh. "Are you alright? You seem pale." She moved her elbow, knocking the salt off the table. "Oops!" She twisted, bending to pick up the salt gave her the reach she needed to hit ground zero. Sarah smirked as she did this, but her smirk disappeared as her grabbed her foot. He allowed her enough room to sit up, but he kept his hold on her foot. Sarah put the salt back on the table; he ran a finger up her arch. "If…" She shivered. "If I had known that you wanted to play footsie I would've…"

"Sarah." The warning in his voice was clear. She leaned forward; letting the loose neckline fall open, giving him a full view of her chest. She slipped her foot out of his grasp and into her shoe.

"Jareth." Where he spoke a warning, she caressed the name with her tongue. Much like I may be doing with another part of his body if I'm not a little more careful. He sighed. What was that frustration?! Point to me!

"Why are you acting like this now and not at the castle?" She smiled.

"You challenged me." He raised an eyebrow. "You said that all I could do was scold you. What do you think of this scolding?" He looked angry for a moment, it soon changed to amusement.

"Is that what I can expect whenever I challenge you?" He stressed 'whenever'.

"Don't get your hopes up." The food arrived; when the waitress had left he continued the banter.

"It's not my hopes that are up." She dropped her head into her hands. Fine, you want to go, let's go. She started eating, and continued as though she hadn't understood the innuendo and instead played it as though the comment was about his hair.

"Try pomade, I hear that works."

"Would you help me apply it?"

"I would think that you had lots of practice on that front." Both meanings hit him hard and the one bringing anger, the other hurt.

"I'll have you know that my hair is natural."

"That explains a lot, like were all of your pomade goes." He closed his eyes in anger, when he opened them again her gaze was elsewhere. Jareth looked in the direction Sarah was gazing and saw a male server busing the table next to theirs. He looked back at Sarah; her eyes were trailing up the server's body. Not bad, Jareth's better. She shot up in her chair. What?! Where did that come from?!!! It's true, but that besides the point. Since when did I start comparing guys to the king of tights?!!!!

"King of Tights?" He sounded as though he couldn't decide whether to be amused or angry.

Can he hear my thoughts again?

"You were talking to yourself." Was his answer to the unasked question. "And the human thought process is," He smiled at her. "predictable."

Use of irony, point to him. The score is tied.

"If I'm so predictable, what am I going to do next?" He pretended to contemplate the question for a moment, then he smiled; it sent shivers of fear down her back.

"You're going to blush when you realize that you said your entire thought." Sarah's jaw dropped; then, she blushed.

"Only compared to him." She muttered under her breath; he smirked. "What?"

"It amazes me that humans are so capable of convincing themselves of things just to keep their piece of mind; no matter how delusional that piece of mind may be." Sarah gave him an 'and-this-is-related-how?' look. "By comparing other men to me you have admitted that you are either attracted," She felt his foot on her leg.

He wouldn't.

"or have a relationship," his foot was at her knee. "To," his foot was at her inner thigh.

He moves fast, the table turning bastard.

"Or with," He kept it at her thigh a moment.

He better not or so help me… that feels good.

"Me." He pulled his foot away.

"Long-legged bastard."