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"Stop talking" is the last thing that is said in the evening wind before silence follows. Jareth and Sarah stand on her parents front porch with nothing but the porch light to illuminate the scene. Sarah is taken aback as his gentle, bare fingers glide across her cheek as his lips embrace hers with such delicate diligence. Such a sudden and electrifying action paralyses her mind. With her eyes wide open, her senses overflow with a sudden sensation as his touch intoxicates her in a bewildering way. Feeling his other hand snake around her torso, she feels her eyelids grow heavier and heavier, until she can no longer keep them open. She finally loses any little control she had on her compulsive response.

Beyond her accord, her body responds to his actions. Before she knows it, her hands slowly trail their way up to his chest which only makes him deepen the kiss. Her touch is poisonous to his senses, only making him want more of her as her touch becomes just a little more rigorous. As his hold of her hips tighten, her fingers slow their movements as she traces up his neck and eventually finds their way into the wistful locks of his hair.

Still, the softness of his touch never ceases; The tenderness never slips. Sarah is under a different kind of spell, one that she has unknowingly put them both under. The kiss continues to sway and lead them both into deeper temptation.

This is a long awaited moment that they have both been waiting for, though Sarah would never fully admit it to herself.

Yet.

Through this moment that is filled with goosebumps and desire, Sarah is invited to remember several upon several dreams and emotions, each vision intertwining with every second, and every emotion tickling the back of her mind with every feel and every touch from his skilled hands.

From his unforgettable... hands.

Suddenly realizing what she is doing, her eyes pop open. She pulls back with strong force to get away from his grasp. He unexpectedly releases his hold on her, feeling her body's sudden jerk away from him. Out of breath, she looks to his eyes that are now full of adoration and desire to continue. Pulling a shaky hand up to her swollen lips, she slowly but surely backs away as her face distorts into a sudden look of horror. She, barely able to comprehend what had just happened, gasps at this crazy last few moments.

'Hands. Hands everywhere-'

"Oh God..."

'Eyes closed, lips bitten, gasps inhaled-'

She steps away from him. "I can't do this."

'A voice... finally a voice-'

He advances her. "Sarah-"

'Please don't stop...'

"Stop-" her voice causes him to freeze.

"Sarah-"

"Go away."

"Listen to me-"

"I can't do this!"

He crosses his arms. "And what is that, exactly?"

She scoffs and she turns to avoid him. "I'm not talking about this. I-I'm done." She says as she finds her parents hidden spare key in their little mail box.

Jareth grins, shaking his head at her, almost in disappointment. "Sarah Williams, winner of the Labyrinth, conquer of mediocre creatures, ruler of children is, dare I say it... running away from a battle?"

"I don't do this!" She finally turns back to face him.

"Do what?"

"This!" She points to her and him back and forth. "I don't need anyone, okay? I am doing just fine on my own, and I am damn sure that I don't need you. There is a reason why I don't date or see people. I just don't want it. I can never find what I'm looking for. There isn't anything out there for me. I have accepted that."

He isn't buying it. "You're aloofness doesn't work on me, Ms. Williams."

"I don't want you."

"I wish you stopped saying that."

And I wish you'd get a clue!"

"Your wish is my command." His smirk only angers her.

"I'm not going to be bewitched by some stupid, impish little goblin king and a moonlit moment when I know that down the road it is going to lead to nothing more than heartache and disappointment." she sighs, feeling as though she has lifted something off of her chest.

"I'm more hurt that you relate me to Alister, of all people." he mocks a pained voice.

She shakes her head, a small but sad smile reaches her face. "Go home," She whispers as she unlocks the door.

"So you admit defeat?"

She turns back around. "Leave me alone," her patience is wearing thin.

"I'm afraid I can't do that."

"Jareth-"

"Even if I were to physically leave," he dares to grow closer, "I would never leave your mind." He dares to grow closer to her again.

"That doesn't sound the least bit cocky, at all." She crosses her arms.

"I know this for a fact, my dear."

"And how do you know that?"

"Because you never leave mine." He backs her up to her front door this time.

"You don't know anything about me." She rolls her eyes trying to avoid the tingling sensation in her stomach.

"Oh, I know everything about you, my pet." He says as he dares to grow closer to her. "Every. Last. Inch." He slowly traces a finger up her arm.

She swats him away, "Don't touch me."

"You like it."

Again she scoffs, cheeks flustered, slightly irritated at the way he makes her feel. "What is it going to take to get you go away and leave me alone?"

"You really want me to go away? I can't guarantee I won't return this time."

"Try me." Her will is strong.

"I already have. I've enjoyed what I've tasted so far." his brow rises at the offer.

"Jareth." her irritation is clearly sensed.

"Then let's have a little test." He traps her as he rests a hand on the door frame. "Just do one thing for me, and I will leave and never return."

"Do you mean it? Or do I have to wish for it to happen?" Her eyes pierce his gaze.

"I can take a hint, Ms. Williams."

"Can you? Can you really?" She hesitates though remaining strong. "What do I have to do to watch you go poof?"

"Don't kiss me." He whispers so gently into her ear. "If you can manage this, rather easy task in the next one minute, I will leave. I will never return. You have my word." he almost purrs that last sentence.

"Really." Her questions drips with sarcasm.

He gently shrugs. "Since you are so sure of your feelings anyhow, then this won't be a problem for you."

"Jareth I-"

"Go." he starts the timer in his head.

"This is stupid."

His head tilts. "Why?"

"Because..." she has no real answer.

"It's very simple. It will be over before you know it."

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"Jareth, I hate you, and I have had enough of you and your pig headed pretentiousness. " Sarah finally says before she pulls collar of his jacket towards her and kisses him with ease.

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"No... No, you can't-"

"Toby, I'm sorry-"

"No-no! You can't leave!"

"Toby. Please understand- I-"

"Why! Why do you have to go?!"

"Toby I can't tell you..."

"What is going on! Why can't you tell me?"

"Toby please... Please don't make it any harder than it needs to be-"

"Don't leave, Francesca, please!"

"I don't have a choice."

"I-I wish-"

"Toby stop with the wishing!"

"No! I wish that there was a way-"

"Toby no!"

"I wish there was a way that you could stay."

"No... Toby... why?"

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The room is dark, as is the tension in the room. In a matter of minutes Sarah had somehow lead them both through the quiet and empty home, through the foyer and into the living room to plop on the family couch, all the while never parting her desperate and begging lips from his. The kiss is rigorous, fast-paced and demanding as is their new objective. His movements are strong and forceful. He traps her between him and the cushions while combing his hand through her long hair. Forcing her head closer to his, she tries to pull him closer with his tie sas she tries to loosen it. The barriers between their lips break soon enough as they swiftly taste one another and the moment swiftly becomes hotter. Her hands lose control and as they yearn to sift through his hair. She takes a firm grasp of his feather-like strands, right before caressing his neck and then tracing her fingers down to his chest.

He straddles her, with an endless desire to feel her body pressed against his. He can feel her hips roll in satisfaction under the fabric of her dress. Ripping his lips away from hers, he hears a slight moan in protest as he trails his lips across her face and behind her ear, finding a new home. Her back arches at the new sensation she she struggles to find the buttons at the front of his shirt. She Manages a couple before giving up and shoving her arms under his coat to force his torso closer to her. Doing so, she feels the intense warmth and strength of his back. Her nails dig through the fabric as she gently scratches him in reply to the intense pleasure he feeds her from behind her neck.

Continuing to kiss and nip at her neck, he starts to work a hand down to lower the straps of her dress. She willingly complies, letting go of him only long enough to shimmy out of the first strap before latching right back to him. Finally getting all of the buttons undone, she wraps her arms around his bare back, feeling the subtle heat of his actions. She grinds up against him, silently pleading to feel more. This sensation sends him reeling to comply, as he further teases her neck, leaving bruises and marks in his trail as he makes his way back to her lips, down her neck, and eventually at the nook of her breasts.

There is a sudden and distant sound in the background.

The sound of a phone ringing.

This sound causes Sarah to slowly come back to her senses.

He continues to kiss her.

"M-my..." Her gasps are the reaction of his well trained tongue. "My phone..."

"Ignore it." He growls as he takes ownerships of her lips once more.

She tries to ignore the sound, but her phone continues to ring.

She pulls away, and he heads for her other ear. She doesn't want to stop what she has started, but feels compelled to answer this call. She lowers a hand to the ground next to the couch they lay on, in search for the purse that she left behind long ago.

She keeps a firm hold of his hair, as she thoroughly enjoys whatever it is that he is doing to her neck. She manages to flip open her phone and sound as human as possible.

She whispers. "Hello?"

After a brief moment, she gently halts his efforts with a still hand to his chest. "Yes, this is she."

Jareth sighs as he pulls away, but not too far. He plans to continue this moment after smashing her phone right through the window.

"What?" her voice breaks out in sudden alarm. His ears catch the change in her voice. She sits up, squirming away from him. "Oh my God- I- Oh dear God- Where?" she stands as her voice starts to break. "Yes, I am. Where is he?" her voice starts to choke. "I'll be right there." she slams her phone shut and starts to rush up.

"What's going on?"

She turns with tears running from her eyes. "Toby and Francesca are in the hospital."

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Damn.

And things were finally starting to get interesting... Oh well.

I was having a conversation with my good friend Ismira_Daugene about how evil we can be with our fanfictions at times, and we both agree that we're pretty damn evil every once in a while.

I'm sorta sorry... But not really. XD

Oh crap. I just realized how short this chapter was... Now I really am sorry. LOL.

I am starting the next chapter right now. It won't take too long. Don't get your panties in a twist just yet.

See you soon!

I.L.C