Sarah walked to the cafe in pure happiness. Her head was up in the clouds and she was dreaming again. She missed this feeling. The feeling of magic and freedom. Free to do whatever she wanted, be whoever she wanted. No screaming babies, learning what she wants to, living in a whole new country, and being with Jareth, her soulmate. Life was amazing. C'est la Vie. When she got to the cafe she took a seat by the fountain and waited. She saw people kissing and holding hands. Some were enjoying croissants and coffee at the tables and others were playing in the fountain or riding their bicycles. France was beautiful. Everything was beautiful here. She never wanted to leave.

Sarah was lost in thought when she heard a loud rumble coming closer. She pulled herself out of her day dream and looked towards the source of the noise. It was Jareth on a motorcycle. Her jaw dropped. He expected her to get on the back of that? He was crazier than the fierys.

Jareth slung his legs off the bike and walked towards her. "Hello darling."

"Jareth, what the hell is that?" Sarah pointed to the motorcycle while staring into his eyes.

"That is a motorcycle. Surely you've heard of them." Jareth smirked

"I know what it is but why do you have it? That is so dangerous."

"Actually Sarah, it's not if you drive it properly. Trust me. I've been riding them in aboveground for a decade."

"Oh hell no. Absolutely not. I will not go on that death machine." Sarah went to walk away and jareth wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Sarah. Listen. Nothing, and I mean nothing, is going to happen to you. I promise. Please trust me. I want to take you on a ride and take you to our park. Please." Jareth whispered in her ear and kissed behind it.

"You promise?" Sarah whispered back

"I promise. No harm will come to you."

"Alright. Fine. Give me a helmet." Sarah turned to face him and smiled when she saw his face beaming with delight.

"As you wish." He placed the helmet on her head and helped her on the bike. "Now, you have to hold on tight okay?"

"Got it." Sarah scooted close to him when he got on and she put her feet up on the pegs. She wrapped her arms around his waist and shivered when she felt his toned stomach against her palms.

He started the engine and they were off. They zipped by cars and people. She was actually having fun. He turned corners and she would giggle. He sped up on empty streets and Sarah would shout. She was enjoying herself a lot more than she thought she would. The vibrations from the bike were pleasuring her body and making her tingle, the adrenaline had her heart racing, and having Jareth in front of her made butterflies go mad in her stomach. Ever so slowly, she moved her hand down from his stomach down to his groin and touched him. He groaned and she saw his hands clench the handlebars. She lightly traced her finger down his shaft over the pants and he groaned again. When Sarah kissed his neck and licked the point on the tip of his ear, he pulled the bike over.

They were in a deserted alley away from the busy streets. Jareth got up off the bike and packed up Sarah. He wrapped her legs around him and pressed her into the wall. She gasped with shock and before she could realize what was happening his mouth was on hers in a hungry, rough kiss.

Jareth growled and bit her lip. Sarah moaned and ground her hips against his for more friction. "You're a minx Sarah. Touching and teasing me while I'm driving. That's dangerous." Jareth grabbed her ass and he thrust against her smirking when she tilted her head back and groaned. "Seducing me, touching me. Are you trying to get in trouble, precious?"

"Maybe." Sarah moaned again when he bent down and sucked on her collarbone. "Jareth, please, I need more."

"Say your right words." Jareth pulled her shirt down releasing her breasts. He licked and bit at her nipple making her rub herself against him even more. She fisted his hair and pulled him closer. Jareth grinned like a fox and stopped his ministrations waiting for her to speak.

"I wish the goblin king would fuck me right now."

Jareth snapped his fingers and they were on their island with the bike resting against the willow tree. He laid her down on a blanket that he conjured and pulled her pants off. He ever so slowly unzipped her shirt, making sure his fingers grazed the most sensitive part of her flesh. Sarah was clumsily trying to remove his clothes at the same time but kept failing. Jareth held her hands and pinned them above her head. "Stay like that. Don't move." He licked her neck then leaned up to take off his clothes. He slowly undid the buttons on his shirt revealing his toned chest. When the shirt was off, he tied her wrists up in it. Then he moved to his pants, he unclasped his belt and unzipped his pants. He stood up, slid his pants down to his ankles, and stepped out of them. Sarah eyed him up and down in his naked glory. Her thighs were already slick just by staring at him. He was godly. He leaned atop her and started kissing down her body. When he ended up between her thighs, he groaned. "God damnit Sarah, you're so perfect. You taste like peaches. I can't get enough of you." Sarah whimpered at his words trying to use her legs to try to press his face back between her legs. He went back to tasting her greedily, licking up her juices as she came. She was breathing heavy, her arms still pinned.

"Jareth, that's not fucking me. Please. I'm begging you." Sarah was shaking, coming down from her high that Jareth gave her.

He untied her wrists and rolled them over placing her on top of him. "YOU can fuck me this time, my love. I do love seeing you above me, it's definitely a pleasant sight."

"Jare, I don't know what I'm doing. I've never been on top." Sarah was slightly insecure and nervous about this position. "What if I don't pleasure you?"

"Sarah. You are so smart but incredibly daft. You can pleasure me just by looking at me in a certain way. I promise, you and I will enjoy it. I'll help you." Jareth eased her hips up and placed his cock between her folds. He slowly slid her down until she was fully seated on top of him. "There, the hard part is done, all you have to do is move your hips in a rhythm that makes you feel good." He kept hold of her hips and started rocking her back and forth and up and down. He kept at it until she gained enough confidence to go her own pace. When she finally did, it was bliss. Her walls were clenching around him and he was so close to coming. After a few more times riding on top, she came with him. He pulled himself out of her and held her close to his chest. She could hear his heartbeat and closed her eyes to listen to it clearer. She loved it. It was like it was beating it's own drum, playing a symphony in his body.

"Hey Jareth?"

"Yes?"

"I won't get pregnant will I?"

Jareth chuckled making his heart skip a beat. "No, fae can't have children. They're infertile. You don't have to worry about that, love."

"Okay, good. Thanks."

He kissed her forehead and threw a crystal in the air. He covered them up in blankets and rubbed her back tracing mindless patterns on her back. She could fall asleep like this. It was the most comfortable she'd ever been. Sarah felt safe, loved, like nothing could harm her. Not while Jareth was here. She fidgeted with her ring he gave her trying to push that thought down and hiding it in the back of her brain. 'No Sarah. DO NOT think about that.' She started a battle with herself trying to fight the feelings down to hide them away. She did not need to fall in love with him yet. Not till graduation.

They spent the night under the stars next to the willow tree. They spent a few hours gazing up at the stars. They made their own constellations coming up with ridiculous names for them. Jareth waved his hands into the sky and moved some stars around to make a silhouette of them dancing in her peach dream back when she ran the Labyrinth. Sarah stared up at him, her jaw slack. "Precious, I move the stars for no one, but for you, I would move the moon. I swear I will be there for you as the world falls down." He kissed her nose and they stared up at the sky together thinking of that fateful night. She dreamt of that night so many times, her mind always went back to it. The way he looked at her, it was not just some trick.

"That night, did you actually mean what you said? In the song you sang me and at the end of the run when you offered my dreams again? Did you mean any of it?"

"Every word. I don't know why I was drawn to you, but I was. You were much too young though. I would have waited for you till you were older to make you mine, but I meant everything I said. I still do, but I will wait until you are ready." Jareth looked into her eyes full of hope. His eyes held promises and sorrow. Her heart clenched and she laid her head back on his chest. They were silent for the rest of the night, she eventually fell asleep like that, him watching over her, keeping her safe and warm.