Each day until Friday Jareth would come to see Sarah for about two hours before spending some time with Karen, trying to immerse himself in the ways of the Aboveground. Sarah didn't grudge Jareth this, becoming uneasy when he got too close. She knew the reason why; the day dream from Sunday night. The one where Jareth almost made love to her in the shower.

Sarah was also preoccupied with arranging things so she could move Underground once she graduated. Making sure everyone on her list got an announcement, that she had pictures and name cards of all her friends, and that she kept all her stuff. This was a big step for Sarah, and she wasn't sure what to do or take.

All too fast and none too soon Saturday morning arrived. Sarah woke early to prepare for eight o'clock that evening. She wouldn't see Jareth until then. Karen helped her do her makeup and hair, using her small amount of magic to make Sarah's makeup look like Jareth's natural facial structure. Her hair was up in a royal twist with curly tendrils falling softly down around her face and neck.

At ten till eight Sarah snaked into her dress, pulled on her pumps dyed to match her dress and grabbed her purse. Below the doorbell rang, making her heart jump.

Karen let Jareth in, smiling at him.

"Sarah's almost ready; I'll go get her." Sarah's stepmother said quietly.

"Thank you for your help Karen." Jareth called as the woman headed upstairs.

"Your welcome."

Jareth stood in the den, playing with Toby, wearing the same outfit that he had worn in the peach dream. Black tights, snowy white poets shirt and a glitter encrusted sapphire blue royal cut ball coat. His hair even had the blue highlights at the tips. Toby was facing the stairs, and suddenly he smiled,

"Srrah."

Turning Jareth was blown away. Sarah stood about halfway down the stairs, looking as royal as any queen. The blue of her dress matched his clothes, but it wasn't laced with glitter. He thin spaghetti straps were covered in crystalline beads as well as the empire waist that wrapped around her just under her bust, but other than that, her dress was a fall of satin. Her dark hair that he loved was up in a type of intricate twist Fey women were known for, the curls falling down softening her face. Sarah wore glittery eyes shadow and nude lipstick.

Jareth lost his heart to her all over again.

"Sarah, you look magnificent." He said amazed as she descended the rest of the stairs towards him. The dress swayed provocatively, giving him glimpses of long leg through the slit up the side.

Please, just let me get through tonight.

"You look good too Jareth." Hell, he looked more than good, he looked delicious. Wearing the same thing he had worn in the drug induced peach dream Jareth was the perfect specimen of maleness. She was warmed buy the fact that they were a matched pair, both in clothing and in love.

"Now, before you go I want to take a picture." Karen demanded grabbing her camera. Jareth moved to stand slightly behind Sarah at the foot of the stairs, his arm slipping around her tiny waist. Tremors shook Sarah at his touch, desire rising in her blood. Karen snapped a picture of them like that and then sent them on their way.

"How are we going to get to the country club?" She asked standing on the back porch by the man she loved. Cool air chilled her, making her shiver.

"Here." Jareth lowered a matching drape across her shoulders. Inside was a light, short fur that wasn't overly warm, but held the breeze at bay. She smiled softly at him.

"As for how to get there, you must have forgotten I am a man of many talents. I'll simply teleport us there."

Letting Jareth take her hand and teleport them, Sarah snuggled closer.

Jareth let Sarah lead the way through the country club, trying to blend in. He felt surprisingly self conscious, but he pushed it aside. Before reaching the reception room Sarah drew Jareth into a empty room.

"We need to do something about your hair." Sarah muttered. "I like it the way it is, but not many others will."

Jareth watched as Sarah hummed and tsked, wondering what she meant. His hairstyle was completely acceptable in the Underground; only if his scowl made others ignore it.

"I need a sapphire hair tie and ribbon." Sarah finally decided digging in her small clutch purse that wasn't big enough to hold a large crystal much less anything else. "Hair tie I have, but no ribbon."

"Here." Jareth handed her a ribbon of dark blue.

"Yes, good. Sit down." She pulled out a chair. He obeyed and felt her fingers running through his hair, gathering it into a ponytail. Jareth didn't think he had ever felt anything so erotic as Sarah's slim hands caressing his scalp.

"Better. Much better." Conjuring a mirror, Jareth took in his reflection. He did look more human with his hair pulled back, but it was a style that he wasn't interested in keeping.

"Hm, it's different." He stood and released the mirror back into the magic. "Shall we, my lady?"

"Definitely." Sarah laughed slipping her arm though his and letting him pull her close to his side.

Sarah walked in and knew she was the luckiest girl in the world to have Jareth escorting her. All the other girls, students and teachers alike, turned and stared as Jareth led her to the dance floor, her shawl and purse checked in with the doorman.

"Do you know that everyone is staring at us." Jareth commented, having finally found his kingly manner, much to Sarah's relief.

"They're just jealous because I'm dancing with best, sexiest man in existence." She quipped silkily, her head resting on his chest.

"Or maybe it's due to the fact I've found me an angel." He countered, kissing the top of her head. She smiled and closed her eyes, soaking up the feeling of being in Jareth's arms.

"Ms. Williams, who is this young man?" Mrs. Hurston asked.

Sarah opened her eyes and smiled, holding her laughter in. The story they had created came to her second nature.

"This is my boyfriend, Jared King. He's been at college in London this past year." Jareth squeezed her slightly with a small smile.

"Ah, no wonder I haven't seen him before." The English teacher replied moving off. "Well, have fun."

Sarah laughed softly. Jareth merely raised an eyebrow. Lifting her face she whispered in his ear and covertly inhaled his scent,

"No one will ask questions now; she's a born gossiper." Pulling back she grinned. "You young?"

"Ageless is more like it." He chuckled.

Jareth managed the night excellently. He politely redirected any and all inquiries about him and Sarah, years of navigating the Fey court coming to his advantage. Apparently Mrs. Hurston gossiped well because most people wanted to know how he met Sarah and what he was studying in London. Sarah stuck to the story that they had fabricated with Karen's help. He was studying Shakespearian acting and they had met in an online forum on the subject.

"I'm having a great time Jareth." Sarah murmured later that night as the party wound down. "Thank you."

"Your welcome sweetling." He snuggled her close as they swayed on the dance floor. "I'm glad we were given an second chance."

"About three weeks before I can come live with you." She sighed. "Graduation can't come soon enough."

"I know." Jareth confessed. "I want to make love to you so badly. But I promised both you and myself that I would wait, and wait I will."

"Thank you for that." Sarah smiled up at him and Jareth knew a moment of pure happiness. He kissed her quickly, savoring the closeness they shared.

"Tonight was pure magic. Thank you." Sarah said quietly as they stood outside on her back porch, Jareth's arms wrapped around her securely.

"It was my pleasure Sarah." Jareth hugged her tight, then loosened his grip. "But I really must go for now."

"Oh well." She took his hand in hers, the black leather warm from the heat of him. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow."

"I will most assuredly see you tomorrow." He pressed his lips to her temple. "Goodnight, my love."

"'Night." Sarah whispered, watching Jareth fade into the nearby shadows.

Going inside Sarah tiptoed through the house so not to wake Toby. She waved at Karen, who was awake, making sure she got home safely before going to bed. Then, inside her room, Sarah spun around wildly, unable to contain her joy. Laying down to sleep she sent up a prayer on owl wings, wanting a good life for her and Jareth.