firstly- wow, oh wow thank you all so very much for the recent love. I am flattered, amused, astounded, and yes, delighted. thank you for coming back with encouragement. this scene is short, but poignant. MWAH darlings! oh I guess I don't have a secondly...

SCENE 14

SPECIFICS LIKE CLOTHES ARE OVERRATED

"I want you to come home with me."

"Back to the Underground?"

"Yes."

"Now?"

"Well not at this very moment. I should think we should get dressed first."

"…."

"Sarah? Are you awake?"

"Yes, sorry. Just thinking."

"Hhmm, care to enlighten me?"

"I was just wondering…well, why couldn't you stay here? You know live like a mortal."

"My dear I have a kingdom to run."

"I know."

"A kingdom is not much without a king."

"I know."

"Nor very much without a queen."

"…."

"Your frequent lapse of silence is a bit unnerving."

"Sorry Jareth! I-I feel like I should be waking from a dream, you know?... Me- a queen?"

"Yes. My subjects already adore you."

"Me or my underwear?"

"Both!"

"And what about you Goblin King?"

"Well yes, I am rather partial to your underwear, especially a certain corset. Which by the by I have yet to actually see on you!"

"Me! What about me? Do you adore me?"

"Very much so. I think you may have even persuaded me to love you."

"Persuaded? Think? Dear me Jareth, now that is a bit unnerving! And did you just yawn? Really now!"

"Excuse me, I sincerely apologize. The hour is late my dear. Now before I make any heart felt confessions of devotion perhaps you should be saying something about how you feel about me? Hhhmm?"

"Well..I…"

"Yes?"

"I think that you are probably the best thing that has ever happened to me."

"Not exactly a proclamation of undying love."

"Neither is 'I adore you', but close enough."

"Specifics are so overrated."

"Oh yes."

"…"

"…"

"Sarah I love you."

"And I love you Jareth."

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Jareth stirred unwillingly. Light from between the curtains was falling over his face, bothering his eyes. He detangled him self from Sarah's arms careful not to wake her and got out of the bed. Stretching he grinned like a giant cat pleased with him self and the circumstance he now found him self in. The late night conversation drifted through his mind- "And I love you Jareth." His lady had given her self- mind, body, and soul- to him.

He looked back at the woman curled under the sheet.

Arrangements were going to have to be made immediately. His room, the court room, the entire castle needed some attention before they would be properly acceptable to receive a queen. He could easily have it done in forty-eight hours. Then he could take her home.

Absently he picked up the camera that he had confiscated from Meep. Looking through he view finder, he scanned the room. Seeing Sarah he hit the silver button and took a photo of her sleeping. He smiled to him self.

"Look the king isn't wearing a vest!"

"I don't think he's even wearing underwear."

"King's naked!"

He spun round to face the closet. Meep, Fash, and Dink all regarded him with stunned expressions. The enchantment from last night had worn off. Sarah grumbled in her sleep. "Get out!" he hissed in a whisper. They looked confused.

"But sire-," began Dink.

"Out! Out! O-out!" He made to close the door.

"Your highness!" squeaked Fash.

The three of them stumbled to avoid being squished in the door frame.

"You have a summons!" Meep exclaimed in a hoarse whisper.

He stopped forcing the door to close. "What?"

Dink held up a piece of folded parchment. Taking it Jareth saw the royal seal of King Oberon imprinted in green wax.

"You are to go to his royal majesty's court immediately," explained Dink.

He broke the seal. King Oberon. Summons. A complaint against him had been filed.

"Though you should probably put some garments on first," offered Fash warily.

Flicking his wrist his clothes disappeared from the floor and reappeared on his body. "You three- stay with our lady. I must away immediately. Saying nothing of this business- I do need to worry Sarah." His tone had gone crisp and edgy. Handing the camera to Meep he stepped over them and disappeared into the closet.

If he had any inclination what this complain was about, he had no doubt that it involved his cousin Jasper. He ran his hands through his hair. There wasn't time to stop to change, nor did he rightly care. This matter was ridiculous. He unrolled the sleeves on his shirt. By the end of the ordeal Jasper would be lucky to not end up a eunuch.