The next couple months flew by, they rode to the cafe together and went their separate ways until class. After class, they stuck in a few kisses, and went home together. They did their paperwork in a comfortable silence, shared dinner, got to know each other more, and made love at night. It was fun. They both enjoyed each other's company and they both made each other laugh and they were happy.
It was the night of the gala. Sarah was so nervous that people would notice her and both their times at the university would be ruined. Her nerves were shot and she was pacing around her living area going through the possibilities of what all could go wrong. Her hair and makeup were ready, and she was just waiting on the dress to come with Jareth.
"Sarah, you keep pacing like that, you'll burn a whole in the floor. What's the matter?" Jareth appeared wearing a very tight white dress shirt, a black jacket, and very very tight black pants with black dress shoes to match. He held her dress in a garment bag in his arms.
"Jareth, someone is going to find out about us. I have a feeling. I'm extremely worried." Sarah continued her pacing until Jareth grabbed her arms and stopped her.
"I promise, no one is going to know it's you. Make the wish and no one will know. Plus, it's mostly the big money makers of the university, not the professors." Jareth tried reassuring her.
"So, why do you have to go?" Sarah asked
"Well, I'm not only a professor there, or an alumni, I have donated lots of money to help keep the college funds up and running smoothly. The building that teaches the dance program? That was my doing. I funded it." Jareth admitted
"How the hell do you have all that money?" Her jaw dropped. All she knew was that he was the king of the Goblins and the Labyrinth.
"Well for one, I am king, I do have money. Two, a very long time ago, I was a business owner. Very successful in WWII. Made 6 figures a year, saved it all, sold the company for 2.1 billion-yes Sarah, with a B and put the money to good use. I funded lots of charities and lots of foundations. Of course, as far as people know, it was in my family's name, not mine. I created fake names for the donations claiming them to be my previous family. With a little help from my magic"
"Wow." She was flabbergasted. "What else don't I know? How old are you?"
"There is nothing more. I am over 2000 years old, I'm incredibly rich, funded many places, I'm Goblin King of the Underground, I was exiled from the Fae Court and kingdom, and I am your soulmate. Now, are we done asking questions? It's time to get ready, my love."
Sarah blushed when he called her 'his love.' "Yea, can you hand me the dress?"
Jareth handed her the garment bag and she went to go put it on in her bedroom. She gasped when she put it on. She looked so elegant, like a woman. The dress went down to the floor and was black. It had a sweetheart neckline but the sleeves only wrapped around her upper arms leaving her chest and shoulders bare. There was a slit that went all the way up her thigh to her hip. She couldn't wear any panties or else they would see the band around her hips. The dress clung to her entire body fitting like a glove. Her silver stiletto heels matched perfectly. She left her hair down in waves, with wisps framing her face. When she stepped out Jareth whistled.
"Damn, Sarah. I may not bring you. These old farts won't be able to keep their eyes off of you." Jareth teased. He was shocked. She looked more and more beautiful each time he saw her. He was so lucky to have her. He didn't deserve her. He was her slave. Anything she asked, he would do.
"You're the oldest fart out there. Let's not forget that you always have your grabby hands all over me." Sarah teased.
"Now Precious, how could I forget? Especially when you look so alluring in that dress." Jareth snaked his hands around her torso, up to her breasts, down her back to cup her ass, then rested at her hips where the slit began. When he slid his finger under the dress he smiled his debonair smile while his eyes twinkled with mischief. "No panties Sarah? You naughty girl."
Sarah was flushed and her body was begging him to take her. The only thing that stopped her from ravishing him was the fact they had to go to the gala and they would be late if they didn't leave in the next two minutes.
"Jareth, we have to go. There is plenty of time for your seductions later. What do I have to say to make them not recognize me?" Sarah grabbed Jareth's hand and led them out the door.
Jareth pinned her to the door as soon as she shut it, trapping her with his leg between her thighs and his arms encasing her head. He leaned in close to her, their breaths tickling each other's lips.
"Your right words. Say, 'I wish the goblin king could make me unrecognizable to everyone at the gala but him and I.'"
Sarah repeated his words and with the snap of his fingers the wish was granted. She gave him a chaste kiss hoping that was suffice. When he didn't budge from pinning her, she knew he wanted more. She yanked him down to her by his hair and pressed her chest close to his. Sarah nipped and licked at his lips giving him a kiss that would make him breathless. When she pulled away, his eyes were half lidded and his pupils were dilated so much that they were the same size.
"Let's go." She removed him off of her and sashayed her way down the hall making sure he saw her backside move side to side. He gave a growl and followed her like she was his prey.