A/N: It has come to my attention that most people don't really care if there are lemons in here or not, actually, those who responded prefer if I did add them. SO what I will do, I will keep this story rated T and add small chapters where things get steamy so that those few who don't want to or aren't old enough to read it can skip right over those chapters. It will not detract from the story as I'll lead up to it and fade out so you get the gist, but still have a choice. Thanks for giving me your opinions!

This chapter is a little steamy, so bear that in mind. : )

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MAY EVE

The wall is silence, the grass is sleep,
Tall trees of peace their vigil keep,
And the Fairy of Dreams with moth-wings furled
Plays soft on her flute to the drowsy world.
~Ida Rentoul Outhwaite

Chapter 9: Dreams

Sarah laid in her bed, floating in a sea of feather down and silk. As she snuggled in feeling the cocoon of warmth around her guarding her from the chilly stone walls of her room, she smiled. It had been an amazing day, what with snow and everything, including the second kiss.

It was hard for her to accept that her enemy, the Goblin King, was truly her ally, her friend, her. . .well, she wouldn't go that far yet. Since she'd been back to the Underground there wasn't much of the old king from her trek through the Labyrinth. She was a bit disappointed that he was clearly not who she imagined him to be and this also confused her. Wouldn't she rather have him this way - kind and generous - than mean and deceiving?

But somewhere, deep down inside of her she realized his darkness intrigued her all those years ago. Of course she was young and naïve, she had absolutely no clue what all of his little innuendos meant at the time, but looking back it was a lot easier to see that perhaps he wasn't lying to her, perhaps he was offering her her dreams.

But, at fifteen how was she to really know what her dreams were? All she cared about was getting her brother back and not in the form of a goblin, might she add.

"Oh, I don't know!" Sarah groaned as she smashed her delicate face into the too full, squishy feather pillows. "He makes me feel so fidgety." She frowned.

Her mind wandered to the kiss, the latest one of course, and as she ran her finger tips over her lips she smiled. He tasted so good, like spiced peach cider or something, she thought. Maybe, if she asked him out right, he'd kiss her again.

"I can't do that!" She squeaked, blushed and squished her face into the pillow again. "It's hopeless. . ." And with that she screwed her eyes shut and attempted sleep.

The only problem was her heart was racing about as fast, if not faster than her mind. Finally giving up on attempting sleep without being knocked out with herbs, medications, or simply banging her head hard enough against something heavy, she sat up and puffed her cheeks out, only to blow out the air she was holding in frustration.

"I am a twenty-five year old woman! This shouldn't be so freaking difficult to handle!" Slapping her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide, she began to giggle. "Great, Sarah, start shouting so everyone knows you have long winded conversations with yourself."

Sitting there, gazing around the darkened room she kept thinking, this time to herself. It's not like I haven't taken matters into my own hands before. But, what if Toby comes barging in? No, you can't be that foolish right now. Toby is the least of your worries, what if he comes poofing into your room mid. . .well, you know. "Ugh! I can't stand it!" She folded her arms over her chest in a most impressive pout as she jutted her bottom lip out. Now this, this is truly unfair. . .

~M*E~

Jareth, for his part, sat draped up against his headboard with a crystal in his hand and a wicked smile on his face. As far as Sarah knew she wasn't anywhere near his chambers. If she only knew he was on the other side of her wall, perhaps she wouldn't be shouting at herself anymore.

If it wasn't for the crystal he had been watching he may not have picked up on exactly why she was so frustrated. Now, knowing full well what had her so mad she could - and did - scream he chuckled to himself. Perhaps there was a way to help her relax and have a decent night sleep without her knowing he interfered.

Dropping the crystal he was originally looking through, he smiled wickedly as another appeared in thin air. He threw it up and it disappeared. "Dear Sarah, let me assist you with that. . ."

~M*E~

Sarah stretched her whole body, she felt like she had been sleeping for days. When she ran her hands over what she thought was the rest of an empty bed her eyes flew open. Her hand was running over Jareth's bare chest. She swore she heard a rumble come from his chest, but he didn't seem to wake.

How the hell did this happen, she thought, trying with all her might to not wake him. I don't remember ever coming into his room - or him coming into mine - last night.

Oh, but the feel of his soft skin over his hard, sculpted chest was almost more than she could bare. She'd dreamt of this moment over and over again, being able to touch him completely and without fear. She bit her bottom lip trying to keep herself from smiling as she ran her finger down the fine lines defined in his stomach.

Jareth, King of the Goblins, shivered.

Sarah stilled, she caught her breath, what now? She waited a moment to see if he'd move and he didn't, so she continued her light touches until finally he snatched her wrist in his hand and pulled her down on top of him.

With a squeak she landed hard on his chest and realized the only thing separating the two of them was the silk sheet of the bed and her too flimsy night gown. Instead of being afraid or embarrassed, she simply flushed as a very tingly sensation when straight to her middle.

"Precious, what exactly do you think you are doing?" Jareth raised an eyebrow.

"Touching you." Sarah replied, shocked that she was so honest while she was in such a compromising position.

"Please, don't stop on account of me, Pet." He grinned and suddenly she was flying through the air high up above the Labyrinth.

What happened, she thought.

I am showing you a piece of me, something I can show you how to do. . .perhaps in the future.

Jareth? You're in my head.

Ah, just my thoughts, as yours are in mine.

What is all of this talk about 'in time' and 'in the future'? What exactly am I doing here other than healing?

My Sarah, so many questions, why not just enjoy yourself?

Hands, everywhere. Finger tips. Warm, sensual finger tips lilting over her body, barely touching, just enough to feel. Sarah arched her back off of the soft bed as her eyes fluttered open to see Jareth above her, barely touching her.

With a devilish gleam in his miss-matched eyes he swooped down and captured her mouth in a scorching kiss that send shock waves through her entire body.

"Please!" She begged and suddenly she was alone, his laughter echoing off of the darkness. "Jareth, please, where are you?"

"Right here." He answered and as she looked around, shocked, Sarah saw that she was standing in the ballroom, the exact ballroom where she was when she ate that peach all of those years ago. The strangers dancing around them as Jareth held her so firmly, as if he'd never let her go.

"What. . ." Sarah breathed as she realized she was no longer in a dark room on an incredibly soft bed, with an incredibly sexy Jareth.

"Such a sad love, deep in your eyes, a kind of pale jewel opened and closed within your eyes. . ."

"I'd place the sky within your eyes. . ." Sarah finished.

"Oh Sarah. . ." Jareth murmured as he crushed his lips to hers and the world fell down.

Darkness, an unholy quiet darkness. Feather light touches. Sarah was unable to move, unable to fight the sensual movements of these touches, setting her nerve endings alight. She arched her back, finally feeling like she was on the edge of something and yet she was never allowed to leap.

The feather light touches started again on her arms and her legs, her neck, slowly working their way inward, tantalizingly slow until finally they touched her just where she was burning and as her body began to tremble and tighten the touches stopped.

"Please!" She cried, nearly in pain from being tormented over and over again. "Please, Jareth!"

My love, you are not powerless here, show me you know you're not powerless. His voice invaded her senses and she tugged her arms again, this time letting them loose. With a sigh she continued where the feather touches left off, only she touched with abandon needing to feel that last step, that tumble off of that highest peak she was continually pushed to.

As she moved his deep chuckle rang in her ears and suddenly she was falling, falling down.

~M*E~

Jareth watched her from his place on his bed. He wasn't completely sure he should have been watching, because now he had a bigger problem on his hands. His own horrible frustration.

Damn, he growled.

A/N: Alrighty! That was a bit steamy, yeah? I know it's taking on a little more of a different direction from the more campy chapters previously, but I hope you still enjoyed it.

I just got done reading a freaking HOT LabFic by HachimansKitsune which was to die for. Of course, all of her work is to die for so I suggest you go check her out! I will say one of the later chapters in her Plain Brown Wrappers story inspired this chapter. Another author that I really like would be Ree923 who has some great WIPS going on right now, and also Jinx1764. All three of these lovelies have some amazing works out there - some complete some not so complete. SO, after you hit the lovely review button and let me know what you thought of this chapter, go on over to these three and tell them I sent ya!