She ran down the corridor and into a small bathroom where she stared at herself in the mirror. She wiped her eyes with tissue and surprisingly her make-up stayed intact. Soon after, Quince came in after her. He noticed that she was upset.

"Sarah are you alright, look, Helena didn't mean to make you spill your drink it was just an honest mistake. Let's not ruin this evening shall we. Come back into the ball and go and talk to her, she'll understand I know she will" Quince said nobly.

"Of course she'll understand. Because she's perfect isn't she. Perfect beautiful Helena who can do nothing wrong" Sarah moaned.

"Sarah you're being very unreasonable. Jareth told me about your stubbornness but I didn't realise you…"

"Oh did he!" Sarah interrupted, "and what else did Jareth tell you?!"

"That is beside the point" said Quince, "but it's true, you are stubborn, just because a girl pours a drink over you it doesn't mean…"

"That's enough Quince" said Jareth sharply who had entered the room. "I would like to talk to Sarah if you wouldn't mind" said Jareth.

Quince quietly left the bathroom.

Sarah looked away embarrassedly. She knew in her own mind that she was being unreasonable, but she was allowed to be wasn't she? It was her wish.

"Sarah, when you asked me for a ball you never stated exactly what it was that you wanted" said Jareth as he paced up and down the small room. "If you had wanted no other young beautiful women present, you should have said. If you had wanted no drinks near the dance floor so there would be no spillages, you should have said." Jareth paused for a moment then moved closer to Sarah. "And if you had wanted me to be your date then you should have said."

"When did I ever say that I wanted you to be my date" said Sarah uncomfortably.

"You didn't. But why else would you be envious of Helena, she was more than gracious towards you. And why else would you have taken no interest in Quince, the date that I picked out for you."

Sarah did not know what else to say. She knew he was right, but she didn't know why she wanted Jareth to be her date. Why would she be so captivated by a man who stole her baby brother from her when she was only a child herself.

She noticed that Jareth was looking directly into her eyes waiting for her to explain herself to him. Sarah's heart was racing fast. For reasons unknown his eyes entranced her. They told so many forgotten stories and broken dreams. There was something forbidden about him that Sarah craved, something tainted that made her yearn for his essence. Not a word had been said for what seemed like a lifetime, until Sarah decided to be bolder than she had ever been before.

"Kiss me Jareth" she said.

"What?" he asked astounded by her forwardness.

"My third wish" she said. "I wish that you would kiss me."

Jareth stared at the girl as she timidly looked into his eyes. She was unsure whether he was going to kiss her or not. His expression was a mixture of confusion and anxiety, both of which Sarah had never seen before. Then suddenly he moved closer towards her, closer and closer until their bodies almost touched. Sarah's entire soul pulsated with excitement. Then he slowly stroked his gloved hand across her face, all the time looking into her eyes. He moved his face close to hers and parted his lips. For a moment they took the time to breathe in each others' essence, the first taste of what was about to happen. His lips hovered over hers as they crept in closer and brushed against her mouth. Her soul melted in his touch. Gently he stroked her lips with his, sending a shiver of passion down her spine. She opened her mouth wider letting his tongue caress her youthful flavour. They explored each others' mouths, tasting and teasing each other. Neither of them wanted to stop. As they got more comfortable with one another the kiss became more passionate. Jareth pushed her back against the wall as she gripped her hands around his head, their hearts and bodies throbbing against each other. Sarah purred in response to his fiery embrace, like she was finally fulfilling her deepest desire. She wanted it to go on forever but eventually both of them had to come up for air. For a while they looked at each other, surprised at what they had just done, before Jareth let go of her and self-righteously smiled to himself.

"Well, I hope that fulfilled your wish" he said grinning.

Sarah paused for a moment. She didn't know exactly how to act. Then she looked at him smiling at her. His expression seemed more genuine than it had before, so she smiled back.

"Yes it did…thank you" she said kindly.

"The ball is still proceeding. Would you like to accompany me?" he said holding out his hand.

"No, I've had enough. I think I'll just get some sleep now."

"Very well. I'll walk you to your room."

Sarah linked her arm with Jareth's as he lead her down the corridors and through to her room. They didn't say a word to each other as they walked, but Sarah seemed a lot more content in Jareth's presence than she did with Quince's. There was a certain mystery and danger Jareth that Sarah found thrilling.

"Well goodnight" said Sarah when they reached her bedroom.

"Goodnight? Oh and I thought you was going to invite me in" Jareth said with a hint of sarcasm.

"Don't push it" Sarah said arrogantly as she opened her door.

"Wait" said Jareth softly reaching for something in his pockets. He pulled out a crystal which magically transformed into a teddy bear; Lancelot!

Sarah looked at the bear awkwardly.

"Oh come on Sarah. I know how you have trouble sleeping without this thing" Jareth said.

Sarah knew he was right so she grabbed the bear off him .

"Thanks" she said. "My mother had bought this bear for me as a baby. Apart from a few photos, this bear and my locket are the only things left of her" she said admiring the shabby soft toy.

"Yes well I should be going now, sleep well" said Jareth before rushing off quickly as I f something Sarah said had disturbed him.

Sarah shook her head and walked into her room locking the door behind her.

Hey finally! Some JS action. Are you pleased?