I'd appreciate it if somebody could tell me any sort of grammatical error that I might have made, as this has not been proof read. I try to catch things, but I'm only human.

I also appreciate all of the reviews, follows, and favorites that this story has been getting. Thank you so much, and I hope that everybody enjoys chapter 6!

The apartment seemed oddly quiet in the aftermath of their lovemaking. The only sounds were their harsh breathing. Sarah leaned forward and pressed her forehead to the crook of Jared's shoulder and continued to try and catch her breath. Then, she started to laugh; quietly at first, and then she gradually got louder and louder.

"What the hell was that?" she asked with a soft giggle.

"I… I don't know," Jared said hesitantly and in a way that suggested to Sarah that he knew perfectly well what had happened.

"What language was that even?"

"Norwegian."

"I didn't know that you spoke it."

"I don't normally, which is why it never came up."

"But why do you know how to speak it?"

"That's an incredibly long story," Jared said slowly. "One that I hope to someday tell you. Someday." Sarah kissed the side of Jared's mouth, but he made no movement to turn his head and return her kiss.

"Let's go to bed, alright?" Sarah whispered as she climbed off from his lap.

"Yes, alright," Jared agreed. "Just give me a moment, okay?" Jared followed Sarah from the living room to the bedroom, but he only just passed through on his way to the bathroom. Once he'd closed the door, he leaned against the sink and stared at his reflection in the mirror.

He didn't think that he looked completely different, especially not naked. His hair was shorter, but that was probably the most dramatic thing that he'd done to alter his appearance… and hair grows back! He hadn't even attempted to mask his unusual eyes. And even though Sarah's gaze had lingered on them for a moment when they'd first met…

Jared heaved a deep sigh and ran a hand through his hair in frustration. Despite how he kept trying to convince himself that this was just as good as going back to his kingdom, it really wasn't. These foolish humans had no idea what his precious Sarah was really like— they should be on their knees in order to worship her. Instead, the only thing that she seemed to have was back-talking idiots in her classes.

He needed to do something, but he was also legitimately afraid of what might happen should he attempt to force Sarah's memories to come back. Even though he'd never seen anything specifically like this, he had seen people who'd had their memories blocked off (and for a very good reason, mind you), and their family had tried to force them to remember.

The last person that Jareth had seen this happen to… well, he was still a cackling lunatic who couldn't even feed himself. And the incident had happened well over five decades ago.

"Jared?" Sarah's hesitantly asked from the other side of the door. "You've been in there for a long time now. Are you okay?"

"Yes," Jared said quickly as he shook his head. He pulled the condom off and threw it into the trash can before he washed his hands and came out from the bathroom. "Sorry, I was lost in thought." He pulled Sarah into his arms before he scooped her up and carried her over to the bed. In the time that Jared had been contemplating his next course of action, Sarah had pulled on an overly large T-shirt and a pair of panties. Either as Jared or Jareth, he still preferred to sleep in the nude.

"So listen," Sarah started. But then she fell silent and just stared up at the ceiling.

"I'm listening," Jared said after a long stretch of silence. He turned onto his side and propped his head up with his hands.

"Talking with your mother made me think about my own family for a really long time today," she said hesitantly. "I haven't talked to them or anything, because I only really came up with this idea when I was at school today, but I think that I'd like for you to meet them."

"Okay," Jared said softly.

"I just think that it would be a lot easier to meet them in person rather than to talk to them on the phone. They'll get to see you, and you can talk to my dad and my step-mom and Toby all at once, and they'll get to talk to you. And it's a lot easier than you taking me to London to meet your family."

"Precious, I think that you'd be surprised with how easy it is to go to…" Jared paused slightly to hit the point home. "My home." Sarah turned to face Jared and snuggled into his chest; she didn't seem to have noticed Jared's implication. Or if she did catch the pause in his sentence, she didn't understand what it meant.

"So, you want to take me home to your momma?" Sarah asked with a teasing smile.

"Yes," Jared whispered as he cupped her face between his hands. He kissed her tenderly before she put her head under his chin.

"I've never brought anybody home before," Sarah whispered after a long stretch of silence. "Do you think that it's too soon? We've barely known each other for a week."

"If you feel like you need to do this, then I will trust your judgment completely, precious."

"You aren't worried that my family won't like you?"

"No. If you can trust me not to leave you after one conversation with my mother, then I'll trust you to make an adult decision after one meeting with your family."

"Oh," Sarah whispered. "That is a fair point. I'll try and call them after work tomorrow. So maybe this weekend? If they don't already have plans, that is."

"That sounds like a plan."

"Hi, Irene."

"Oh, hello, Sarah. We weren't expect to hear from you. How's school?"

"It's good. Busy as ever. We're working on a musical this semester."

"That sounds lovely. I wish that you didn't live so far away so that we could come and see you every now and again."

"Well, that's actually what I've called you about."

"Oh?"

"I met somebody, and I wanted to introduce him to you."

"What? Sarah! That's fantastic! What's his name? What does he do? Is he good looking?"

"Irene!" Sarah exclaimed with a little giggle. "His name is Jared and he's a writer from England."

"Oh wow. You don't even have to say anything else, because he just sounds so handsome! How long have you been seeing him?"

"About a week now, I guess. I know that maybe it's a little early to be taking him home to meet my family, but I already talked to his mom in London for a really long time. And I want to know what you guys think of him."

"I've never said anything to you about this before, Sarah, but I'm actually rather pleased that you've found somebody."

"It's not like I never dated before," Sarah said; despite the fact that she was on the phone, she still gave a roll of her eyes.

"This is news to me."

"So you would have preferred it if I'd told you every time I went on an awful first date and had zero intentions of ever calling the guy back?"

"Probably not," Irene said after a slight moment of hesitation. "Sarah, listen. I know that I'm no stand-in for your actual mother, but you shouldn't be afraid to tell me things."

Sarah bit her lip— Irene was actually a lot better than her own mother in a lot of ways, but there was no way that Sarah was going to tell Irene that. Instead she said, "Well, if it means anything to you, I think that I only told Ashley about half of them. And most of them never went past the first date anyway, so they weren't really worth mentioning."

"But you've found somebody now."

"Yes," Sarah agreed in a near-breathless whisper. "He makes me very happy."

"I'm not quite certain what you're hoping to gain from bringing him to meet us— if you're looking for approval or just our opinions of him— but it is in my opinion that as long as he makes you happy, that's the only thing that really matters."

"Thanks, Irene. It… uh… it really means a lot for you to tell me that."

The step-mother and daughter chatted for a bit more before they made arrangements; after school was over on Friday, Sarah and Jared would drive down to Sarah's childhood home. Irene promised to put off dinner until Sarah could get there, and then they would all have a family meal together.

"Sarah's here! Sarah's here!" Toby exclaimed as he ran from the front window— the station that he'd posted himself at as soon as he'd gotten home from school that afternoon— to the front door. Irene and Robert followed the exuberant youth outside at a much more sedate pace. After all, the car had just pulled into the driveway.

It did Irene's heart good to see her step-daughter laughing with the handsome blond man as they grabbed their overnight bags from the backseat of Sarah's car. But then, "You! You keep away from my sister!" Toby exclaimed. He marched up to where Sarah was standing by the car with Jared, about to walk over to join her parents at the front door and yanked Sarah's hand roughly.

"Toby!" Sarah said with a half-laugh as she allowed Toby to pull her away.

"Toby Conrad Wilson!" Irene exclaimed. "What in the world has gotten into you? Jared is our guest!"

"That man hurt Sarah!" Toby yelled as he pointed to Jared. Jared's face had gone blank when Toby had first shouted at him, but now he raised his eyebrows in shock.

"Toby, you've not even been properly introduced to Jared," Sarah told the young boy gently as she pried her arm free. "And I can assure you that he has not hurt me!"

"That's only because you've forgotten!" Toby insisted as he stomped his foot on the ground. "But I remember how he kidnapped me when I was a baby!"

"Alright Toby, that is more than enough," Robert said quickly. He marched the few steps over to where Toby and Sarah were standing, grabbed Toby's arm, and steered his son back into the house.

"I am so sorry about that," Irene said quickly as Jared walked over to where the shocked Sarah was standing.

"Your son has a very active imagination, Mrs. Williams," Jared said smoothly as he wrapped his arm around Sarah's waist.

"Oh please, Jared; call me Irene!" the older woman said with a dismissive laugh. "Shall we go inside?" They joined Robert in the living room.

"I don't know what's gotten into Toby," Robert said as he sunk down into his favorite armchair. Irene sat in another chair, and Sarah and Jared sat next to each other on the sofa. "He's normally so well behaved." He awkwardly cleared his throat. "So Sarah tells us that you're a writer, Jared."

"Yes, I am."

"Toby, I don't know what you think that Jared has done to either me or you, but you're acting exceptionally juvenile right now," Sarah said to her little brother later.

"That's because you don't remember anymore!" Toby insisted.

"Okay, remember what?" Sarah decided to humor him.

"When I was little, you wished that the Goblin King would come and take me away. And he did, but then you tried to get me back, and he made you run in his Labyrinth in order to win me back."

"Uh-huh. Right. And Jared… is this Goblin King?"

"YES!"

"Toby," Sarah said slowly. She exhaled deeply. "I don't know what kind of nonsense that you've been reading or watching or playing or talking about with your friends at school, but this needs to stop."

"No! You're the one who told me about this! When I was a baby!"

"Toby, I told you all sorts of stories when you were little. Why does this one story in particular stick out in your mind?"

"It didn't until I saw that guy! He's the Goblin King!"

Sarah gave a short huff of frustration. "You know what, forget it. Be a petulant brat." She turned on her heel and stormed out from the room. She first went into the guest room, but aside from Jared's bag that sat on the bed, there was no sign of her boyfriend. The bathroom was dark, so she simply ignored the room on her way past it to her own bedroom. "What are you doing in here?" she asked. Jared was looking at the posters on her wall.

"Just looking," Jared said with a coy smile. "I was trying to figure out what kind of a child that you were. What did Toby say?"

"He told me some completely absurd story about how you're the…" Sarah broke off with a slight giggle. "King of the Goblins." She laughed; Jared did not join in with her mirth, and only gave her a stony-faced look. "Oh, come on. It's crazy, right? I mean, you're some insane king who goes around and kidnaps babies and makes the older sister wish them away? Besides, Goblins are supposed to be ugly, and you are incredibly handsome."

"Careful, precious," Jared said with a sly smile as he stalked closer to Sarah. "If you keep saying stuff like that, it might go to my head." Sarah wrapped her arms around Jared's neck and pressed herself close to him.

"Mm, what'll you do if that happens?"

Instead of giving a verbal answer, Jared simply pressed his lips to Sarah's in an overly passionate kiss. They stayed locked in their embrace for several minutes.

"Toby? Sarah? Jared? Who wants dessert!" Irene called from downstairs. Sarah pulled away reluctantly from Jared, who kissed the corner of her mouth a couple more times before they pulled away from each other completely.

"I've never made out with anybody in my old bedroom before," Sarah whispered as they walked downstairs.

"Would you like to do something else in it? Later?" Jared asked with a sly smile.

"Mm, yes," Sarah said and returned Jared's sly look with one of her own. "But we're going to have to be quiet, though."

"We were going to have to be quiet either way," Jared told her. "I'll come to you after your parents have gone to bed."

"I still can't believe that my parents accepted that we'd both stay the night, but expect us to sleep in separate rooms," Sarah grumbled as Jared slipped into her room. The entire house was completely dark and silent, as it was after 11 PM.

"Maybe they just don't want for us to do anything where Toby might hear," Jared said. He put his knee on the side of Sarah's old twin bed, next to where she was sitting with her feet on the floor. He leaned down and kissed her before Sarah held her arms up. Jared grabbed the hem of the over-sized t-shirt that she slept in and yanked it over her head. Then, he trailed his hands down the front of her shoulders, across her collar bone, and down to her breasts, where he paused briefly to tweak her nipples. Jared leaned over and started to suck and nuzzle at her left breast; Sarah let out a breathy moan and leaned back on the bed until Jared was forced to crawl on top of her in order to continue his actions.

Jared eventually moved on from Sarah's breasts and started to leave a trail of wet kisses and light nips down her stomach and lower abdomen. "Wait," Sarah panted when Jared started to take her panties off. Jared looked up at her. "Let's be quick tonight; Toby or my parents might hear something."

"Alright," Jared agreed in a hushed voice. He yanked her panties off with one solid motion, grabbed her hips, and quickly managed to spin them around so that Jared was lying on his back. Sarah put her hand on Jared's bare chest and slowly started to grind her hips into Jared's crotch; his erection twitched under her, and they both bit back breathy moans. "I can't wait any longer, precious," Jared growled after a moment of Sarah's lap dance.

Jared handed Sarah a condom from the pocket of his lounge pants, and she climbed off from his lap so that he could pull his pants down. Sarah helped him to pull them off the rest of the way before she eagerly tore open the condom package and quickly rolled the protection on over his penis. Then, she climbed back onto his lap and sunk down onto his hard penis.

She let out a breathy moan as Jared filled her completely. Then, she braced her hands on his chest before she started to resume her hip movements from earlier, but with an even more intimate twist.

"Lean back, precious," Jared whispered to her. Sarah stilled for a moment before she put her hands on the tops of Jared's thighs and then she continued. Jared reached up and cupped Sarah's breasts; he ran his thumbs over her nipples before he leaned up and gently took her right nipple between his teeth. Then, he trailed his hands down Sarah's sides, before he moved a hand through the dark curls between Sarah's legs and started to rub at Sarah's clit.

Sarah jerked slightly as Jared's fingers brushed across her overly sensitive clit, and bit her lip hard to keep herself from moaning out loud. Jared began to murmur something under his breath over and over. From the few words that Sarah was able to catch in her haze of completely sexual ecstasy, she thought that it sounded like he was speaking in Norwegian again. But he didn't offer any translation or explanation, and since he was still rubbing his fingers over her clitoris, she found little reason to care at the moment.

She stilled abruptly; her mouth formed a quiet O and her entire body shook. She dug her fingers into Jared's thighs, but he grasped her hip tightly and scrunched his eyes closed and roughly bit his lip as he tried to remain silent throughout his own orgasm. Sarah finally slumped forward over Jared, her cheek resting against his chest.

"Min dyrebare, min dronning," (1) Jared whispered as he ran a hand through Sarah's hair.

"Stay," she whispered.

"I'm not going anywhere," Jared replied just as softly. He wrapped his arms around Sarah and she was lulled to sleep by the slowing beat of Jared's heart.

When Sarah awoke, she knew at once that she was surrounded by warmth and love. She smiled sleepily without opening her eyes and snuggled in deeper to Jared's chest, unwilling to leave the comfort anytime soon.

"Good morning, precious," Jared murmured from beneath her. He started to gently stroke her hair. Sarah frowned— there was something off about his voice this morning. She inhaled deeply, and continued to frown— his smell was also off. And it wasn't just the smell of sex combined with the familiar smell of her childhood bedroom. It was just…

Sarah had no words for it. It was like the smell of a fairytale, come to life.

She opened her eyes and looked down at the man who lay under her. "It's you," she gasped. She scrambled backwards until she fell off the edge of the bed and landed roughly on the floor.

"Yes, it's me," Jared said with a frown. "Are you oh-"

"D-don't talk to me!" Sarah hissed as she scrambled to her feet. She wrapped her arm defensively around her breasts and covered her crotch with her hand.

"Preci-"

"Don't fucking call me that, you creep!" Sarah spat at him. "I don't know what kind of sick game that you're playing, but this was low, even for you!"

"It's not my fault if you didn't remember me," Jareth said as he stood. Sarah's gaze was drawn to his penis, which swung semi-erect between his legs. Her face flushed and she looked pointedly up at the ceiling. "Although, I'm not quite sure why you'd think that I'd hurt you now." He stalked closer to Sarah; she took two steps back for every one step forward that he took, but then she ran out of room and her back hit the wall. Jareth got close enough to Sarah ensure that she wouldn't duck out to the side, but not quite close enough to touch her. "After all, precious, I finally have you right where I want you."

"I… I want you to leave," Sarah stammered out.

"Alright."

"R-right now!"

"Alright."

"And don't come back! I don't want to see you at the apartment or here with my family again!"

Jareth took several careful steps away from Sarah, his hands out to show her that he meant her no harm. "If that is your wish, precious," he said slowly.

"It is," Sarah told him sternly. Jareth threw her a crystal, and as Sarah scrambled away from the thing, Jareth vanished. The crystal landed harmlessly on the carpet, and after a moment, Sarah picked up her night shirt, which was discarded on the floor from the night before, and used it to pick up the crystal. It didn't appear to be anything special— the only thing that Sarah saw in it was a distorted view of whatever she looked at through it.

Sarah sat down heavily on the edge of her bed and heaved a deep sigh as she turned the crystal every which way in order to figure out what it was for.

1) Min dyrebare, min dronning = my precious, my queen.

Also, it's more google translate; let me know if this isn't correct.