Okay, here we go. Chapter four of Don't Stop Now. Sorry it took a while but I was debating on writing a full lemon. Decided not to so this is STILL PG-13! Anyway, I just want to reiterate my thanks to all my friends on this site. I don't have the time to put all your names here but I love you all! And also: Thanks Kagura for the tips!

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Chapter Four: The Teacher and the Student

"Sarah," Jareth laughed as Sarah tripped over her feet again. Her dancing tutor was losing patience and so was Sarah. "Sarah, darling, you are going to kill yourself if you continue like that." He was sitting on his throne, legs flung over the chair's arms. Still chuckling, he flung is legs in front of him and stood. He nodded to the dance tutor. "You are dismissed. I will take it from here."

The man nodded and walked out of the room quickly, clearly relieved. Jareth smiled broadly, showing his teeth as he walked off the dais and over to Sarah. When he was inches away he grasped her hands in his own and put one on his shoulder. Then he moved his hand to her waist and continued to hold her other hand. He closed his eyes briefly and when he opened his eyes the room around them was darkened and music was drifting faintly around them.

Jareth lowered his mouth to her ear and whispered. "Just move your body with the music, my dear." He slowly stepped, showing her where to place her feet. Soon they were moving across the floor in time with the music. Sarah laughed self-consciously each time she stepped out of beat but Jareth was a patient teacher. She was soon comfortable with the dance moves. Looking up at Jareth, she smiled timidly, a blush creeping across her face.

"Thank you, Jareth," she whispered.

"For what?" Jareth tilted his head.

"For, oh, everything. Without you I would probably be stuck with some heinous aunt, wishing every day that I was dead. Thank you for letting me forget…" She lowered her head, embarrassed.

Jareth wrinkled his forehead and bent down to kiss her cheek. "No, Sarah. Thank you."

Sarah looked up at him, surprise etched in every inch of her face. Jareth moved his lip to her temple, her jaw line, her ear and finally he kissed her bottom lip tentatively. Sarah stood still and when she felt his lips touch hers again she answered the kiss with one of her own. Her hand slipped out of his and traveled to his other shoulder as his hands slid to the small of her back. His tongue flicked out and tickled her bottom lip. She opened her mouth slowly, giving him entrance. She moaned as he pulled her close enough that she felt him pressing against her.

"Jareth," she gasped when she pulled away for air.

"Yeah?" Jareth mumbled as he moved to kiss her neck.

"I can't seem to breath, Jareth," she gasped as her hands moved to the back of his neck, pulling him in closer.

"Then don't." His answer was so simple but it sent a course of heat running through her veins. Jareth was moving her back and as Sarah opened her eyes for an instant she recognized her room. She was pressed against the wall and he was pressing his full body against her. She gasped as she felt evidence of his arousal press against her. She felt her face flush as her hands moved to his chest. Pushing him away gently, she looked into his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Jareth asked, panting.

Sarah shook her head. "Nothing. I just… I just want to look at you."

Jareth smiled faintly as his hands moved to cup her face. "Gods, you are a vision, Sarah."

Sarah blushed heavily and put her hands behind his neck. "Then kiss me again," she whispered coarsely. He obeyed and Sarah felt herself growling in the back of her throat as their tongues danced. Sarah had never kissed a man before but she was a good student and Jareth a patient teacher. Jareth moved her to the nearest surface that they could reach: the couch. He was on top, straddling her waist. He leaned down and kissed her exposed collarbone. She groaned in pleasure as her fingers splayed over his chest, digging in to the fabric there. His fingers drifted down her sides and hooked over the edges of her skirt. Sarah gasped in surprise as he began to slip them low on her thighs.

"Jareth," she moaned. "Jareth, I don't know how—"

Jareth chuckled into her skin as he pulled up and looked down at her. "Do you think I care, Sarah? Just do what your instincts tell you."

"And what if they tell me that this is wrong?" Sarah asked. Jareth instantly stopped smiling and looked down at her with a serious expression.

"Are they?"

Sarah nodded. "Yes." She sat up so that he was propped above her lap. "The heroine is never supposed to fall in love for the villain." She smiled shyly and her fingers moved to the buttons on his shirt. "But you know what my heart says?"

"What?" Jareth asked through gritted teeth as Sarah leaned forward and kissed his chest timidly.

"Screw instincts," she said as she slipped Jareth's shirt off his arms. Her face was red as he pulled her closer and she kicked off her skirt but she wanted this. Everything she had ever learned was telling her that this was not right. She barely knew this man and he was so much older than her. And what could she give him? Surely there were many women with much more experience than what she herself had that would be willing to take this man without any qualms. So what was his motivation for choosing her instead of the more beautiful women that surely littered the land?

As if he could read her thoughts, Jareth kissed her earlobe and reached a hand under her shirt, warming her skin with his fingers. "I told you once that I moved the stars for no one," he whispered with a husky voice. "That was a lie. I would gladly move the stars and all the planets just to be with you."

Sarah felt her heart quicken even more as she felt his lips on collarbone and her shirt rising. "Why?" They fell back onto the couch and Jareth pressed closer.

Jareth chuckled into her skin as the shirt came off the whole way. "My dear, isn't it obvious?" he stopped his lavish kisses and looked her straight in the eye, his blond hair falling down to mix with her own brown hair. "It's because I'm an egotistical King who fell in love with a innocent human. We are opposites and that pleases me. You aren't afraid to stand up to me which is – needless to say – a new sensation to me." A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "If you need me to summarize that for you: I love you, Sarah of New York." Sarah giggled a little at that. "And I will never stop. I want to be there for you when the world falls down." He lowered and kissed Sarah full on the lips.

Sarah sighed into his kiss and knew one thing for certain. She knew that no matter what happened she loved this man. 'Screw what I was taught. That was then and this is now. I'm living in a new place and I will live by its rules and customs,' she thought to herself as her shirt slipped above her head and her hands traveled of their own volition to Jareth's pants and began to remove them. That was her last lucid thought before she went over the edge. The only sound that escaped her lips after that were moans and gasps and the only word that formed was his name. "Jareth."


Sarah opened one eye and shut it immediately, groaning at the aches in her body. Turning from her stomach to her back, she looked over and found the pillow next to her empty. Sighing, Sarah gathered the black sheets around her and stood at the side of her bed. Wrapping the sheet tight around her body she opened the curtain and stepped out into her room. Jareth was standing next to a window that Sarah couldn't remember ever being there. When he heard Sarah step out from the bed he turned to her and smiled. Regardless of what had just happened between them (or perhaps because of them) Sarah felt her face go red as she realized he was only in a large shirt and in one movement that shirt would expose a lot more skin.

"You feeling okay?" Jareth asked, walking over to Sarah, wrapping his arms around her and looking down at her face. When she nodded and looked back up at him he rested his forehead on hers. "Are you feeling up to a bath?" Sarah felt a small laugh escape her lips.

"Most definitely. I feel sweaty." Jareth smiled and his shoulder shook as he laughed silently.

"And I wonder why, my dear Sarah. You were definitely an eager student." He smiled down at her open mouth and blushing face. "I was playing with you Sarah. Don't get so embarrassed so easily."

"Well it's kind of hard not to," Sarah said in a bashful tone. "You're so… formidable and when you start acting all kind and tempting I can't help but be embarrassed." Jareth chuckled again and pulled her close, resting his chin on her head.

"Why don't we go get you clean and then we can get ready for that ball," he murmured into her hair.

"What do you mean 'we'?" Sarah asked cautiously but before she could do anything Jareth had scooped her up in his arms and was carrying her into the bathroom. Mortified, Sarah struggled, but Jareth's strong arms pinned her close until the door was closed behind him and he was telling the bathtub to fill up. The pool filled up almost instantly. Smiling wickedly, Jareth tugged off the sheet that covered Sarah. She yelped.

"I hope you can swim, my dearest." Sarah's eyes darted from his to the water that was filled with blue bubbles.

"You wouldn't dare," she snarled. But he apparently could for, with one last cackle, he dropped her into the warm water. When she surfaced, sputtering and pushing her hair out of the way, Jareth was already in, his shirt gone. Sarah felt her face go even redder as Jareth gave her a look that reminded her of one of those lions on the Discovery Channel when he had spotted an extra-tasty looking gazelle. "Jareth," she said in what she hoped was a warning tone. He just smiled, showing his canine teeth. Sarah quickly revised what she had compared him to. Now he looked more like a smug panther just about to pounce.

She was right. As soon as the thought crossed her mind Jareth lunged at her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back to his chest. He growled in her ear as she struggled in vain. "Aha, my pretty," he cackled, doing a very good impression of one of those creepy witches in old movies. "I've got you now. And there's nothing you can do about it."

Sarah glowered up at his twinkling eyes and struggled even harder. "Let go, Jareth," she whispered. "Or terrible things will happen to you. Terrrrrible." She tried to look fierce as she drew the word out but she was barely able to hold a snigger back.

Jareth shook his head simply and turned her around. Sarah was immediately aware of what kind of position they were in now and she sobered up. "No, Sarah. First I would like to have my way with you here and now. Then I am going to wash you and then we are going to go to a ball. Afterwards I will again have my way with you. In short I am not letting you go for a long while."

Sarah's eyes hardened. "And what makes you think that after one time I am going to let you go at me again and again? Sorry to tell you this but you aren't really that talented." That last jab was inspired by her memory of how guys hated it when girls would say that in school. It had no effect on this man, however, and he just cocked his head curiously.

"First," he held up his index finger, "it was not only one time. It was several. You are a very demanding student. Second," he raised his second finger and ignored Sarah's blush, "the fact that you emitted very frequent screams leads me to think otherwise when you say that I was not talented as a lover. And third," he grinned arrogantly, raising up his third finger, "you haven't done anything to make me believe that you don't want it again." Sarah glared, feeling the heat coursing through her body. Why did he always have to be right? Then a thought occurred to her. She was tired of letting him be in control.

Slowly, she let what she hoped was a sultry smile cross her face. "You're right, Jareth," she said, calling upon all her acting skills.

Jareth's eyes had widened considerably. "I am?" he asked. "Why am I getting the feeling that you are up to something?"

Sarah pouted. "What could have made you think that?" she said, pressing her naked chest to his. She mentally smiled as she felt his quick breathing. Her hand traveled low and Jareth sucked in breath as she brushed against him. Sarah finally let a triumphant smile cross her face. She was in control now.


Jareth and Sarah walked out of the bathroom together, laughing animatedly. Sarah was in a large white bathrobe that reached the floor and Jareth had a towel wrapped around his waist. When they reached Sarah's room and they looked away from each other, both stopped laughing and stared. A man was sitting cross-legged on the couch, smiling. Sarah cried out and dodged back behind Jareth in surprise. Jareth was glaring at the man in front of him vehemently.

"What, in the name of the Underworld, are you doing here?" Jareth growled. Sarah could feel his resentment pulsating through his body. The man shrugged, standing up. Sarah looked at him and gasped. He was lovely. His hair was a jet black and his eyes were a dark brown, almost crimson color. He was pale and tall and Sarah's first thoughts drifted to Dracula and his legion of the undead. Was he one of them?

The man was smiling in amusement at Jareth and his voice interrupted Sarah's thoughts. "I was just here to say hello, Jareth." His voice was smooth and had a heavy accent that reminded Sarah even more of Dracula although it had less of the twang in it. "I am sorry to intrude." He bowed low, looking at Sarah. She nodded slightly, pressing closer to Jareth.

"This is Fala," Jareth said through gritted teeth. "Fala – I don't think I have to tell you seeing as Selwin will have already informed you – this is Sarah." His hand reached for Sarah's and he gripped it reassuringly. "Fala is the King of the Vampyers and one of my most trusted friends. Although that might have to change after tonight." He was still glaring across the room in anger.

"So you are one of the undead?" Sarah whispered in awe. Fala laughed, throwing his head back.

"Ah, yes, Lady Sarah. I am what you would think of when you say undead although the title does not fit my kind. We are not as the human lore describes us as. At least not in the Underground. But before I bore you with this talk why don't I excuse myself so you can get decent." He bowed low in her direction again. "Please forgive me for intruding. I hope to see you at the ball." He rose and nodded to Jareth before exiting. Sarah stared at the door in wonderment as Jareth heaved a sigh.

"Please forgive my friend," he mumbled as he turned to face her. "He is a bit eccentric and is not used to our laws of privacy." Sarah nodded, smiling. Jareth lowered his face to hers and kissed her gently. "Why don't I call your handmaiden and have her get you ready?"

"Handmaiden?" Sarah asked, cocking her head in confusion.

Jareth nodded. "Yes. You need a maid to help you around. I will have Nadia care for you. She is the quiet type but I think you will like her." He motioned with his hand and a crystal appeared. Jareth murmured something and a woman's face appeared in the globe.

"Yes, Your Majesty?" the woman asked her voice clear.

"Send Nadia up to sweet adjacent to mine. There is a woman here waiting here. If you remembered I did order a dress be made." He gave the woman a long look and she nodded, smiling.

"Of course, your Omnipotent One. Have you no confidence in me?"

"It's not that I don't have confidence in you. It's just that you like to irk me and I very well know it." Jareth lifted his eyebrows. "Are you going to send Nadia here or not?"

"She's on her way, your Most Excellency." The woman said, nodding.

"And stop with the formal crap, sis. You know I hate it."

"Whatever you say O' Most High and Honorable Ruler." The woman smiled maliciously and the crystal darkened. Jareth sighed and put it away, turning to Sarah.

"My sister," he said shortly. Sarah nodded, dimly noting the fact. Jareth kissed her cheek once more and turned on his heel. "I have some business to attend to, Sarah. I hope you don't mind waiting for Nadia here." He turned to check and she shook her head.

"No. No, I don't mind waiting," Sarah said smiling.

Jareth smiled softly and turned back to plant a long, luxuriant kiss on her mouth. Pulling away slowly, Jareth nodded. "And I will be keeping up with that promise. Don't get too tired at the ball."

Sarah snorted and shoved him gently. "Get out'a here."

Jareth grinned, silently complying, sending a wicked glance over his shoulder. "I meant it when I said don't get too tired. It would be a tragedy to not be able to enjoy your company. I may just die in disappointment." He dodged an airborne pillow with a cackle and left Sarah in her room with a frown on her face. She was still glaring at the door when it opened once more and Jareth popped his head back in. "Dear – please don't throw that pillow at me. I just want to say something – your handmaiden is here. Are you ready for her?"

Sarah put the pillow in her hands back on the bed and nodded. "Yeah. Send her in." Jareth smiled and disappeared for a moment and in his place a young girl walked in slowly, her head bowed. Sarah's eyes widened for a moment as she looked at the girl but immediately she composed her face. The girl had silvery-blue hair that fell down her back and her skin was milky white, giving her an air of translucence. Jareth's head appeared above the girls and he smiled.

"Sarah, this is Nadia. She is to be your attending handmaiden for the time-being unless you feel that she is not qualified for the job." He nodded at Sarah and winked. "Nadia, don't let Sarah ware herself out too much at the ball. She has something that she needs to do." Sarah protested and moved to throw the pillow at him but he pushed Nadia all the way into the room and closed the door. Sarah yelped in frustration and threw the pillow on the floor and fell back onto the bed. A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth and Sarah gave her a look.

Nadia shrugged and walked to the door that led to the closet, smiling over her shoulder. "What color dress do you want to wear to the ball?" she asked. Sarah noted her clear voice that seemed almost musical.

"I don't know," Sarah said, sitting up. "I thought Jareth had one made."

Nadia nodded. "Yes but you get to choose the colors."

Sarah shook her head. "I don't know. What does it look like? Can I see it?"

Nadia nodded and turned to open the closet door. Hanging on the back of it was a beautiful black dress with long sleeves and a V-neck. Sarah stared at it for a moment before speaking. "Is that really what he expects me to wear?" she asked softly. Nadia nodded with a small smile and Sarah stood up from the bed, moving to touch the fabric. It was soft under her fingers and it caught the light, shimmering. "Can I see it in violet?" she whispered. Nadia nodded and moved a hand over the dress. It changed to a beautiful dark purple and Sarah gasped. "What color is the ballroom going to be?"

Nadia shrugged. "Well, the High King is hosting it so I expect the usual colors. White, red, grey and black. There isn't a real dress code but that is the main theme. It is a masquerade, by the way."

Sarah nodded, frowning in thought. Then she smiled, an idea occuring to her. "Let's see this dress in midnight blue."

Nadia smiled and nodded.


Jareth stood in his own ballroom bowing to the man that was causing all his problems. And he didn't like it. As he rose and looked at the High King (also known as Lawrence among other, less kind things) he offered his forearm.

"Welcome to the Labyrinth, my King," he said as the king grasped his forearm. "I hope that you will enjoy the festivities that I have put together for you. I have already met with your son and your niece too. They gave me the news of my impending betrothal."

The High King's eyebrows and released Jareth's arm, frowning. "Yes, well it was what the council decided."

Jareth cocked his head and smiled. "Really? I was under the impression that Teresa had influenced that decision. Was I mistaken?"

The King's face dropped into a pure glare. "You are exceedingly wrong, Jareth."

"Hmm, is that so? She is still a courtesan, isn't she?"

"What does that have to do with anything?"

Jareth shrugged. "What do you think?"

"I think you are implying something and I assure you that nothing is going on between the two of us."

Jareth shook his head and smiled. "I thought that they key component of being a politician was being able to lie. Oh well. I guess it is not my place to make accusations but last time I checked it was against the high law to take bribes before creating a law or passing a declaration. You could easily be removed from your position for taking said bribe."

The High King's eyes narrowed and he grasped Jareth's shirt, pulling him in close so they were inches apart. "If you do or say anything," he twisted the cloth so it tightened around Jareth's neck, "I will personally make sure that something horrible happens to your kingdom. I'm not sure what yet but I assure you that you will suffer." He let go of Jareth's shirt and shoved him away, turning on his heel and stomped out of the room. Jareth shook his shirt as if to remove the wrinkles and turned towards the goblin standing who was holding a clipboard.

"Go back to work!" he shouted, grabbing the goblin's ear and shoving him over. He shot a glance at the rest of the workers. "All of you!" the goblins immediately turned back to their work and began chattering amongst themselves. Jareth made a mental note to keep an eye on Sarah.


Lawrence, the High King of the whole Underground, slammed the door to his quarters and threw the nearest statuette at the wall. The thing shattered into a hundred pieces and the man stared at its remains in contempt. "Teresa!" he shouted. Teresa traipsed into the room, smiling.

"Yes, my King?" She said, putting her arms around her uncle's waist. "You called?"

"Yes, my dear. Where is Marshall? Is he here yet?" He frowned when Teresa shook her head.

"He is only an hour's travel away, my Lord and he is very anxious to meet you." She kissed the man's cheek and smiled seductively. "You are so tense. Let me help you relax."

Lawrence shook his head curtly. "I won't be able to relax until I find out what to do about Jareth. He's never going to give in unless I find some leverage over him."

Teresa's smile widened. "I think I knew exactly what to do."


Okay. Let me clear up some confusion for you guys. Selwin, the Prince of the Greater Kingdom, is the son of Lawrence - the king of said kingdom. Teresa is Selwin's cousin and Lawrence's niece/lover. Gross, maybe, but you need some scandal. She is also a courtesan in the Greater Kingdom and is the favorite in the Council which is a gathering of all the rulers in the Underground. She and Jareth have had a past together - maybe not involved like she wants to think but they knew eachother for ages.

Well, now that that is cleared up I am going to get out of here. I must warn you though that I have captured Chapter Five and I wil not release him until a get some reviews! He shall suffer terribly until you reach my demands! Bwahahahaha!

Love you all!

Naphoria