Chapter 3.

A month had passed since Sarah had moved in with her old nemesis, and he was becoming the nice little roommate she never got to have.

Jareth was falling in love with his new secretary hard and fast, and forgetting more and more about his Sarah. She was a lot like Sarah, only Jenny loved him, he could feel it.

Sarah, in the meanwhile, loved him more than he could ever imagine. And she didn't plan on him figuring out she was who she was anytime soon. Her clever disguise was working so well, because he had no idea she was Sarah. Every time she was Sarah, and he came to see her, she'd make a valid excuse why he couldn't come into her room, for instance, she could've been in an indecent state, or she was having her "alone time". Jareth didn't dare bother her when she was having alone time, she knew that he'd be dead meat.

Jareth asked her constantly about a Sarah Williams, and she always said she was a distant cousin that lived in California (technically, Sarah wasn't lying, because she DID have a distant cousin named Jennifer Williams who lived in California). He accepted that answer every time, for that's the only answer he'd get.

It was dusk, and her shift was almost over. She was listening to David Bowie's "China Girl", when Jareth walked in with a stack of undone paperwork.

"I cannot seriously conceive of the fact that you like such an artist. What is so fascinating about David Bowie, Jenny?"

"Well, let's see…" she replied, counting the reasons she loved him in her head. "He is devilishly handsome, he's British, and he sings all of his songs beautifully. You'd be surprised, Jareth."

"Right..." he replied sarcastically.

"Do those papers need to be done?" She asked concerned.

"Yes, they do. I found them in the corner of my study."

"NOO! My shift was almost over!" she giggled jokingly.

He laughed and shook his head. "I'm doing this stack. I came in to talk to you."

"Oh… well you're free to talk!" she said most definitely, hoping she wasn't getting fired.

"Have you been experiencing the same feelings I feel about you towards me, Jenny?" He asked with a pleading look in his eyes.

Jenny smiled lightly. "Yes, I have. I think I'm falling in love with you, Jareth."

She walked towards him and kissed him for the very first time.

The feeling was phenomenal. She had kissed other men before, but nothing felt this good, felt this right. He dropped all of the papers and deepened the kiss, wanting it to never end. His tongue touched her bottom lips and they parted, letting his tongue explore the walls of her mouth. She clung to his hair to stay upright, and a light moan escaped his throat. Their hands traveled each other's body, touching and feeling and loving every part they touched. He let his hands travel up the back of her neck, and was surprised out of words by what he felt.

He broke the kiss suddenly. He reached for her hair and pulled off the wig, revealing long autumn brown hair tied up in a neat bun.

Just like Sarah's… He thought silently as he stared at her head.

Sarah hung her head in defeat, and pulled the bun out, shaking her head to show him her hair. She took out the blue contacts to show him the emerald green eyes he loved so.

All of his love for Sarah came flooding back into his body and soul. His Sarah came back to him, and he was too blind to see it.

"In case you don't know already," She spoke in her normal voice, "Yes… I AM Sarah. I disguised myself as my cousin, Jenny because I was afraid. I love you, Jareth. I've loved you for so long… and when I saw your ad in the paper, I had to respond. I hate you for making me fall in love with you, for my basis of comparison has always and will always be you. You've bewitched me entirely, with your magical world… and my belief of fantasy made me give in… and I love you. Unconditionally, undeniably truly and forever to be in love with you. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you… and that's why I came. Because I never wanted to leave you. I don't want to lose you a second time… the first time was too painful. But if you believe that you'd be happier without me here, I'll leave immediately. Please say something…."

Tears fell from Jareth's face, because for once, HIS dreams were coming true, and he didn't have to grant anyone else's dream. He broke the awkward silence and brought her chin up to look at him.

"You've cut your hair… what reason did you have to cut your hair, precious? I actually liked it long…"

Sarah's eyes gleamed with happiness. "You… want me to stay?" she asked hopefully.

"I've wanted you to stay since the day you came to me…" He told her, taking her up into his arms and kissing her again, with more passion than ever before.

She was surprised but happy. She kissed back, wrapping her legs around his waist. He set her down for one moment and broke the kiss, needing to ask a question.

"Should we continue in my bedchambers or yours, Sarah dear?"

"Hmm…" She thought hard about that question. "How about right here on my desk, hmm?"

"Oooh, frisky, are we my dear?" He asked, making a shiver that came from her core spread across the rest of her body.

He laid his arms across the desk and slid all of the things upon it off, running to close and lock the door afterwards.

Sarah was shivering. "Never mind. Your room. Now."

Jareth laughed, amused at her fear. "Your wish is my command, love." He picked her up bridal style, kicking the door open and carrying her to his room.

He shut the door behind them, locking it and putting a "Do NOT disturb" sign on the knob. And when he had THAT sign up, everyone knew if they disturbed him, they'd be eternally punished.

He set her gently on the bed, enveloping her in a kiss. Her lips were pressed forcefully against his, making her groan in pleasure. Jareth's hands explored her chest, squeezing both of her breasts firmly. She pulled him close and held him there. She felt cold, and he was warm, so she didn't let go.

He pulled away for just a moment. "Are you scared, precious?" He whispered into her hear, biting her earlobe.

She whimpered. "Yes, but not of you…"

"I'll be gentle, I promise. You're virgin?"

"Yes, Jareth. I've been saving myself for my king…"

That did it for him. He needed her, then and there. "This is my first time, too…" He admitted, going for her skirt and pulling it off, revealing nothing under it. "Hmm, naughty girl are we, not wearing our undergarments, hmm?" He asked, pulling his gloves off and stroking her core.

Sarah shivered and grunted in pleasure as his fingers flicked in between her folds.

"J…Jareth… please take me…now…" She pleaded. She needed him inside her NOW.

He smirked and got out of his clothing, tossing them onto the floor. "As you wish, love…" he said while slowly pushing himself into her. She let out a small cry of pain from the impact of his large member breaking her hymen. He stayed there for a minute, letting her get used to the feeling, then gradually getting a rhythmic thrusting motion. The pain slowly melted in to a heated pleasure, making the experience all too nervy for Sarah to bear. She moaned louder and louder with each thrust to her core.

Jareth was thoroughly enjoying the experience, too. He called her name as he climaxed, and she wasn't too long after him.

He collapsed next to her on his bed exhausted. She cuddled close to him, letting him envelope her in a warm embrace. "You draw me like a moth to a flame, love…"

"I love you…"

"And I you…"

TO BE CONTINUED, GUYS!