if I were a rating system (US at that) I'd definitely give the following a PG-13 rating. Not that you lot would expect much less from me, and naturally I gladly condone all of your alls kinky, dirty, slutey thoughts. In fact I applaude them. ;-) Right well here it is. Go read it. Stop reading THIS and go read THAT. Now.

SCENE 13

IF YOU WISH IT HE WILL COME

Bath. Bubbles. Half hour. Massage. Oils.

The words ran through her head over and over again. She chewed on the corner of her lip.

Bath. Bubbles. Half hour. Massage. Oils.

By the fourth repeat her mind suddenly threw in the word "Jareth" and she snapped out of her trance. After a half hour of a luxurious bubble bath Jareth was supposed to be returning with massage oils. Her heart thudded in her chest. She moved into the bathroom. Looking under the sink she found a purple tinted bottle with a cork stuck in it- its contents smelt of lavender. 'Well…it's not my initial fantasy…he's not in the tub with me,' she blew air out sharply. 'Baby steps Sarah, baby steps.' She began to run the hot water adding a small stream of the lavender scented soap.

It was at this juncture she realized the corset was still on. Stripped down to her underwear she considered her options. Absently she pinned her hair up into a bun. There just wasn't any way to get the thing off. Unless… 'Unless I wish it off.' On cue the back laces gave way. With a yelp she held the front panel against her self. "You had better not be lurking about, watching!" she threatened the air. Her eyes darted about. Finding nothing about (not even a questionable floating bubble) she let the bodice slip away. Naked she climbed into the tub.

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Jareth was nearly running down the hall. He needed massage oils and pronto. Where was his chemist when he needed him? "Zoot! Zoot!" he called out. A half hour was generous. She did deserve time to relax- she worked, kept house, and as of late had provided entertainment for his subjects. He had to keep calm. It wouldn't do him any good to pounce on her, all wild and cat like. Though he rather liked that particular mental image, especially if the "cat" bit was an animal print to be found on Sarah's intimates. "Zoot!" He was at the chemist's workroom.

Zoot, a bald goblin with impeccable skin was holding several vials. "I heard the wish sire," he explained seeing his king agitated. "I am fresh out of massage oils though!"

"You're having to make a fresh batch?" The goblin nodded while mixing.

Something flashed a blinding light. Blinking Jareth saw Meep standing in the doorway with that accursed camera. "Documentation," she stated simply.

He growled and the goblin ran off. He turned his attention back to Zoot, "I'll need peppermint oil as well. Thank you Zoot!" The vials secured in a basket Jareth poofed from the room.

He reappeared in the hall that led to the closet. What else had she requested: Silk sheets and chocolate. 'Yes might as well light a few candles as well,' he thought happily.

"Cousin!" yelled a badly ruffled Jasper. "You do not play fair!"

Another blinding flash. Meep grinned.

"Give me that!" Jareth hissed yanking the contraption away from her. "And you, Jasper, shall shut up!"

"I cannot grant wishes on a whim like you," he complained.

He smirked. "Not my problem cousin. Now be off with you! I have a woman to woo." He was triumphantly through the door. Erring on the side of caution he mumbled a privacy, lock, and seclusion enchantment over Sarah's entire room.

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Had there not have been a time constraint; had there not have been an impending activity; had Jareth not made any implications Sarah could very well have soaked in the bubble bath all night. Every muscle (save her stomach that insisted on randomly somersaulting) was relaxed. She pulled herself free of the water, dried off, and tucking the towel about her body went towards the bedroom.

Outside the door she paused, hesitating. Here she was half naked ready to walk into a room where there was a huge potential of a certain fae king seeing her partial nakedness. While there were certain parts of her that came to attention at that thought there were still others that reeled in panic. What if he had just been teasing? What if she was just going to end up looking like a foolish idiot, embarrassed and naked? 'Too many ifs to deal with!' Taking a deep breath she plunged forward.

Her room had been completely transformed. Candles were lit on various surfaces and rose petals had been splayed across the bed. She had no doubt that the sheets were silk. And was that music playing? Yes. Violins were softly playing in the background. The room smelt invitingly of vanilla and spice. It was lovely. Jareth's voice filled the room coaxingly, "Lie down on the bed Sarah."

'Lie down and what?' she thought in a second of panic. Her eyes darted about. "Where are you?"

"Waiting. Situate yourself my dear and I shall appear."

"Since when were you a proponent for modesty?

"Lie down!"

She climbed on the bed and lay down on her back keeping the hem of the towel pulled down. He chuckled softly, appearing. Gone was his leather jacket and his sleeves were rolled up. "While I must admit that massaging your front side is very tempting," he raised an eyebrow. "Perhaps it would be more prudent to begin with your back and shoulders?"

"Oh." She rolled over. The position allowed for her to hide her very deep blush. "Okay, now what?"

She felt his fingers connect with the skin along her shoulders. "Relax. Breathe deep. Enjoy."

Relax. Relax. Relax. She took a deep breath and closing her eyes exhaled slowly.

Jareth as well took a deep breath and quietly exhaled. This was going to be an intimate experience and he needed to keep his cool. 'Romance her,' he reminded him self. Her skin was satin under his fingers. With gentle pressure he worked the muscles along her neck. His fingers arched and ran along the base of her skull, moving into her hair. He knew how her skin was reacting- the tingles trailing just after his touch. Fae would probably make a killing as masseuses save for all of the sexual harassment suits that would probably be filed against them. That is why he was glad he had his Sarah. He felt her take another deep breath and exhale. He smiled.

The tingles seemed to be working deep into her skin like waves of energy. The sensation was all at once relaxing and invigorating. When his hands skimmed her sides, moving under the edge of the towel, she shifted willingly to allow him to move the fabric further down. She was now exposed from the waist up. It was steadily becoming harder to settle the flip-flops her stomach kept practicing. She felt several cool drops splash on her skin and then the scent of peppermint washed over her. The towel shifted awkwardly over one of her hips, the rhythm of the massage changing. "What is it?" she asked.

"Nothing."

She turned her head to see him better. Something was obviously puzzling him. "What?" she asked again.

"I," his eyes shifted to her hip. "I didn't know you had a tattoo."

Her eyebrows rose surprised. "Really? You didn't know?"

He smirked. "How could I?"

It was her turn to look at something else other than his face. "I guess I always assumed there was something of a voyeur in you."

The laugh that followed was very amused. He rested his hands against her and took another peek. The tattoo was a small half moon colored gold with a hint of silver. He glanced at her face: her eyes were still adverting his gaze. The moon was just a bit uncanny. "When did you…?"

"About five years ago." She moved so he could no longer read her eyes. She felt his finger lightly trace the shape of the moon.

Sensing one of those awkward, self-aware moments she rolled to her far side. Bringing the towel about her she sat on the bed with her back towards him. Five years. She had always denied pinning for him. She had always kept the tattoo well hidden. It had been her way of paying tribute to what had happened to her and her brother; her way of paying tribute to one of the most intriguing men she had ever met. Now in just a few weeks she had all such things drug out into the open. One odd underwear incident and she found her self exposed in her bed room with the Goblin King leering at her. All right they had already kissed and all right she felt very normal with him, but... The bed moved and she felt him behind her. "We've committed some horrendous blunders you and I," he said honestly.

She nodded. "I know."

She smelt like a million different flowers. "But I'm here Sarah. I'm here now and… I'd like to stay." His lips brushed against her shoulder.

Her heart pounded in her chest. "And tomorrow morning?"

He kissed her again his mouth following the curve of her shoulder blade. "And the morning after, and the morning after, and the morning after that…" His hands were moving over her arms. She couldn't but react to the tingling assault. Warm breath wafted over her skin as he proceeded to kiss the back of her neck. His fingers moved between her and the towel. "Let me Sarah." His voice was a husky whisper.

She smiled to her self. Over her stomach his hands had wandered- the flipping, flopping somersaults ceased. "Jareth, are you asking to stay the night?" she asked coyly.

The vibrations of his chuckle against her back were delightful. "Yes." The answer came through her hair.

She turned towards him, the towel shifting and exposing more of her. He watched her, waiting for some sort of response. Her hands were on his hips finding the hem of his shirt which she tugged up on. Over his head the shirt went. Then she was tilting her chin up seeking out his lips. This kiss was a rush of warmth that they both felt. She cradled her body against his and he held her snug as they moved to lie down together. With a confident smile she reached for what was left of the towel and flung it away from the bed. Naked against him- feeling his skin, muscles contracting- was possibly the most thrilling sensation of her life. Seeing her naked- hips, breasts, navel-was possibly the loveliest thing he had ever witnessed. "Is this your other wish Sarah?" he asked between kisses that feathered over her collar.

Her hands were in his hair, stroking and caressing him. "Yes." She entangled her legs with his. "Yes, it is."

His face was over hers, flushed and excited. He grinned. "Then finish getting me undressed so I can grant it properly." Instead of laughing she returned his grin with one of her own.

One moment he held her arms pinned to the bed tormenting her body with kisses and nicks of his teeth. The next they were rolling from side to side, their bodies sliding against one another in erotic foreplay. Her hands would be moving over him causing him to gasp for breath and leave him seeing small black dots. Then his hands would be over her and she would be arching against him.

The thought of "making love" didn't even occur to her until he was using his hips and she was panting. In that moment with that thought she threw her legs around him, begged him not to stop, and reeled in his contact. He made some proclamation involving the words "finally" and "sexy." Then they both expressed sounds of ultimate pleasure, moving in perfect, what-they-were-meant-to-be unison, and collapsed together on the bed.

He gathered her close, wrapping her body over him. "Sarah. Sarah. Sarah!" he murmured against the top of her head. She used an arm and a leg to hold onto him secure against his chest. She returned the endearment whispering his name against his skin.