Chapter 16.

Jareth awoke from the little sleep he'd been able to get. HE had risen and went to the mortal bathroom and froze when he looked in the mirror. Sarah's face looked back at him. Jareth felt slightly uncomfortable with that. He missed his magic, the ability to change garments with a thought, or to change his appearance, his hair… He missed the magic, and wondered how did Sarah endure this.

He removed the bedclothes and tossed them aside as he stepped into the narrow shower allowed in the dorm room. He had spent years watching Sarah, there was not an inch of her he was not familiar with. He had no shyness about touching the body he was occupying. He loved the feel of Sarah beneath his touch. He loved the way her body responded to his touch, as she'd been made for him alone. Even now in the shower as he massaged the soap suds over her limbs, her skin reacted to the touch. Magic or no magic, he affected the woman. He smiled, making a promise to himself that he would bath with her often so she could enjoy his touch as much as he enjoyed touching her.

Morganna shouted into the bath irritably. "Whatever you're doing in there, hurry it up. I'd like to get a shower too you know."

Jareth wrapped Sarah's body in a towel and left the room giving Morganna a satisfied grin.

"Oh you pig." Morganna said as she moved past him. "She's not going to be happy knowing you….enjoyed her body…" She halted her stream of accusations and slammed the bath door.

Jareth snickered. "If I'm lucky, she's explored my body!" He called into the bath though the door. "If not, I'll have to invite her to do so once we switch back." He didn't quite catch what Morganna snapped back, and left the door to find something to wear.

He moved though Sarah's lingerie drawer, like a perverted voyeur. Placing several selections on the bed; and stood back to decide how to dress his Sarah Doll, as he was no thinking of her body. He picked a white satin set, and then went calmly to the closet to find an outfit to put on over the undies.

Morganna came out and found Jareth calmly sitting on the bed brushing the long hair she admired on Sarah. "You are too comfortable." She observed.

Jareth looked up and smiled. "Sarah's life is rather, calm."

"No, I mean you're too comfortable in her skin…." Morganna muttered.

Jareth stood up. "Show me what her day is like."

"We have to go to the Media center." Morganna pulled on her Goth garments and pinned her hair up. "We are supposed to take down the display today. The center is closed to the public and we'll be expected to get cleared out." She looked at the skirt and top Jareth had dressed his "Sarah" in. "Damn if you're taste is not the same as hers."

The two set out for the Media Center, when they came in there were already students working on dismantling displays. No one had touched Sarah's work, but her professor was standing there admiring the work again. He heard the girls approach and turned to smile at them. The instructor pointed to the large poster. "That's one of the finest pieces ever done by a first year. You've a real talent you do, girl."

"Thank you." Jareth said quietly for his Sarah.

The professor looked back at the poster. "Even now, I see so many things in this that I missed the first time." He studied the eyes. "Has your subject seen this work?"

Jareth nodded. "Yes, he has."

"And the gentleman's reaction?" The man looked at Sarah.

"He was and is pleased."

Morgana rolled her eyes.

"Just pleased?" The teacher snickered. "I'm rather surprised that's all."

"Why?" Jareth in Sarah's body asked.

"Well Miss Williams, it's the insight of the depth of the man that is so moving…If I were this man, I'd be more than just pleased. I'd be moved down to my soul. You see so much of this man, his light and his dark side." He looked over at the person he thought to be Sarah. "How long have you been in love with this man?"

Jareth turned and looked at the teacher, then looked back at the poster. Sarah loved him. "We have loved each other for years." He said truthfully.

The professor smiled. "Then are congratulations in order?"

Jareth sighed, "Yes I rather suspect they are."

The man standing beside the artist smiled. "I hope you'll both be very happy."

"Thank you." Jareth sighed, "I'd best get to work getting this thing down."

"I wanted to talk to you about that, Sarah." The man became all business like. "I've been approached by a company that would like to purchase the poster and put it on permanent display in their lobby. They have offered a lot of money for the piece and can be over later today to move it."

"On permanent display," Jareth muttered under his breath. "Well, well." He looked at the man. "What is the company?" Given the information and the amount offered Jareth made a snap decision. "Yes, but rather than have the money, I'd prefer that it be made as a donation to a charity in the name of Mr. and Mrs. Jareth G. King."

The professor smiled. "Young lady, did you go and elope?"

"As a matter of fact, yes," placing one of Sarah's hands on the man's sleeve Jareth leaned closer. "However, we are not quite ready to reveal that to the public just yet."

The professor's face warmed. "I'm sure you'll be very happy, Miss Willi..Mrs. King," he corrected himself. "I'll inform the buyer and the donation will be made… Do you have a charity in mind?"

Jareth knew Sarah would understand. "Yes, to the War Orphans International." The man turned to leave and Jareth looked at the poster one last time. "Everything I ever promised you, or offered you…Oh Sarah…what a life we have to look forward to."

"Talking to yourself?" Morganna asked snidely.

"Promising anew to my love," Jareth said. "I promised her I'd paint her mornings of gold
and spin her Valentine evenings." He looked at the poster. "She captured that and so much more. She captured my childish and self centered side as well, the light and the dark, totally unmasked, and open for anyone to see if they but look. She sees, knows, and accepts me. Now I just have to convince her."

Morganna whispered, "Regrets?"

"Not a one." Replied the Fae trapped in the mortal's body. "Not a one, Morganna."

The Fae woman frowned. "Have you learned nothing?"

"I've learned a great deal," the Fae King boated. "I've learned that Sarah Williams King is an extraordinary person, with depth and fire. That she has intelligence as well as curiosity. I've learned that she's not had an easy life, but she's lived with dignity. She loves deeply and forgives even without having been asked to forgive. She will be a glorious Queen." The last was said with more pride than he'd ever said anything.

Morganna raised a brow and hoped he meant it.

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Oberon looked at the hour glass that he'd placed on the table. "Time draws near. Seth, prepare to bring them home. Return them to the garden they were arguing in."

Emrys walked away from the scrying pool, Vivanne on his arm. "Do you wish them to have a private or public reunion?"

"Private." Oberon said. "I shall be going to see them as soon as they are back to themselves."