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Chapter 6: Wardrobe Malfunction

Cheeks flushing furiously at having ran face-first into Jareth's chest, Sarah refused to open her eyes until her blushing inferno cooled to a minor flame.

When she had regained her composure, Sarah met his mismatched irises and saw that while outwardly, the Goblin King gave the appearance of being calm, inwardly he was trying not to laugh.

She took some time to look him over. He really was the best dressed here, she noted to herself. Jareth was wearing the same sapphire blue outfit that he was wearing the last time she had been here, along with skin-tight pants and what looked like black riding boots.

Impeccable. As usual. Sarah felt extremely underdressed in her peach-stained pants and casual T-shirt. She would have been ashamed to be in the extravagant ballroom, if she hadn't been so relieved that her friends names were still visible on her clothes. Still, when she had come up with her get-into-dream-with-a-vile-peach idea, she hadn't planned on how she would appear standing next to the Goblin King.

Oh get a hold of yourself Sarah! She thought angrily at herself. Count your lucky stars that your plan worked, and focus!

Straightening her back, she held her head high, looking positively regal as she met Jareth's eyes once more.

The Goblin King cocked an eyebrow and smirked at her. Slowly tilting his head to one side, he looked her over. No one had ever looked at her that way. It felt like he was undressing her with his eyes and he appreciated what he saw.

Taken aback and feeling slightly self-conscious at being on the receiving end of that lingering gaze, Sarah folded her arms in front of her chest. This defensive action made him smile fleetingly before he leisurely began to walk around her.

"Princess.." he drawled out questioningly from behind her.

"Don't call me that." Sarah quickly interrupted.

Ignoring her, he continued. "Princess, where is that stunning white gown and why is it not on you?"

With as much sarcasm she could muster, Sarah dryly stated, "You must have missed the memo Jareth, because I'm pretty sure today was casual- Labyrinth-attire Friday."

Hearing his low, answering laugh caused something inside of her to melt and she exhaled shakily.

"What's so amusing?" Sarah asked indignantly in a desperate attempt to mask the weakness she was feeling.

Having made it back to where they were almost face-to-face, she could feel him place his gloved hand on her lower back, and as he finished his circle, it slid to her waist.

Shocked into rigidity, Sarah could do nothing as he leaned forward. His tawny hair brushed forward so it framed his face and once they were inches apart, he locked eyes and smiled amusedly.

"Sarah?"

"What?" she replied, too breathless for her taste.

Leaning even closer so as to have better access to her ear, Jareth whispered.

"It's Tuesday. "

Feeling like an idiot, Sarah brought up her hands and shoved him away.

"Ugh! I really hate you right now." Sarah stated as she glowered at him.

Rolling her eyes at his mock wounded expression she began to calm down before she heard him speak again.

"Honestly though Sarah, where is that gown I had made for you?"

Shaking her head Sarah said, "Honestly Jareth I have no idea, but it was becoming uncomfortably tight in some areas when I last wore it, so I can't say that I'm not pleased to go without this evening. "

He looked confused before the flashing in his eyes illustrated that he knew exactly which parts of the gown she had outgrown.

Once more, Sarah saw that he glanced appreciatively at her.

"Yes, that would be a problem." the Goblin King stated thoughtfully. "However, your attire does beg another question princess...why do you have the names Ludo, Sir Didymus, and Hoggle smeared on your legs? And WHY do you smell like peaches?"

Angry at herself again for getting distracted by Jareth's unabashed flirting, Sarah's face became serious.

"Jareth, I only came back because I heard my friends were in trouble." Wringing her hands together, she continued worriedly. "Hoggle and Ludo have gone missing, Sir Didymus vanished on the way back, and I'm not sure where they are or if they're okay."

Mortified at the moisture she could feel pooling in her eyes, she flipped her head and faced the dancers so that he couldn't see.

Widening her eyes to keep the tears from falling, she continued. "I was going to run the Labyrinth again to try to find you and I ran straight into the magical peach orchard." The tears streaked down her cheeks as she turned back to him.

"And then I saw you. Lying there on the ground and not moving." She sniffed and swiped her hands furiously under her eyes. "So excuse me, Goblin King, if I'm not in the mood to flirt or to be dressed up like a doll," she said forcefully.

Slowing down and taking a deep breath Sarah looked at Jareth.

"I came to ask for your help in finding my friends, and that's why their names are spelled out on my pants, and that's also why I smell like peaches! So I guess what I'm trying to say is, will you help me?" She finished pleadingly.

Stunned by her tears, Jareth raised his hand and snapped his fingers. All of the elaborately dressed guests faded slowly away in wisps of smoke as he strode closer to Sarah.

Gasping as the guests vanished into thin air, Sarah wasn't expecting the Goblin King to grab the back of her head and press his lips gently against hers.

I really hope you guys enjoyed that! I'm thinking of doing Jareth's POV for the next chapter...so please please please review and let me know what you think!