They were on the top of the Eiffel Tower. She couldn't believe her eyes. "No way. Jare, you did this for me? But I'm- I'm not important like that. Why would you do something so big for someone so small? I don't deserve this." Sarah walked over to the edge of the railing and looked down. So many lights, so many colors. The view was breathtaking.
Jareth walked over to her and lifted her chin with his hand. She was avoiding his eyes. "Sarah, look at me." When she looked up he continued. "Precious, you are so important to me. I can't stress this enough, you deserve the world. You deserve everything and more. I know you were young and didn't understand when you rejected me the first time but don't reject me now. My love, we are meant to be. Let's move past this 'friendship' facade. Let me love you, let yourself love me." Jareth pleaded and gazed into her eyes. He knew he was asking a lot of her in such a short time but they only had forever. It's not long at all. He was 500 years old. He spent 5 centuries in black in white. He didn't want to have another minute without his soulmate.
"Jare, I'm not gonna marry you yet. I'm still too young, there are so many things I need to do first. Like graduate college, then start my career as a French language teacher. I'm not ready yet. But, I'm willing to move past friendship. Dating per se? Like courting? I'm not going to deny my attraction to you. Any warm blooded woman can't deny that you look like a god."
"I'll take what I can get. Now how about we stop this serious nonsense and let me fulfill my promise of dancing with you?" Jareth slid his hands down her arm to her hand and led her to the middle of the floor. With the snap of his fingers their song started playing. Sarah looked up at him in wonder. Their bodies were flush against each other while they loved. This time their little dance was more intimate and close knit. Sarah was no longer a child, but a blossoming woman fit to be queen one day. Their arms wrapped around each other seductively while he led them across their makeshift dance floor swaying and spinning her to the beat. When he sang into her ear, her knees went weak and she nearly collapsed on herself. She would have if Jareth hadn't supported her.
"But I'll be there for you, as the world falls down."
Sarah started to shiver and looked into his beautiful crystal like eyes. "Don't move." She stood on her tiptoes, even with the stilettos she still wasn't his height. She leaned in close and he closed his eyes. She heard his breath hitch. Their lips were millimeters apart. She tilted her head up and their lips mingled together. It was like the world stopped spinning. She was floating in mid air. His lips were so soft and he was so warm. Just as fast as it began, it ended. He looked at her and saw her worrying her lip. Jareth growled and kissed her hungrily like he would never taste her again. She was so delicious. She tasted like peaches and cinnamon. She was intoxicating. He swiftly picked her up and placed her against the closest wall. She gasped out his name and pulled him closer.
"Gods Sarah. You have no idea what you're doing to me. Tell me to stop now or I won't be able to." He rested his forehead against hers and had his eyes shut tight. He was taking deep breaths trying to remain somewhat gentlemanly.
"Don't stop. Please. I need this. I need you." Sarah squeezed her legs around his waist, her dress riding up and started kissing his relentlessly. She bit his lip, braided her fingers in his hair, and pulled him into her so there was no space between them. She felt the air around them change and before she knew it, she was thrown into a soft mattress. When she looked up she saw Jareth looming over her like he was feral, untamed.
"Sarah, once I take you, it's over. There will be no going back to just friends, I'll make sure of that. Once I taste you, I won't be able to get enough. You are absolutely sure you want this?"
Sarah moved from the bed to where he was standing and whispered in his ear, "Je suis à vous. Fait moi tiens. J'ai besoin de toi, Jareth, s'il te plaît. je suis prêt."
I'm yours. Make me yours. I need you Jareth, please. I'm ready.