"Do you love me, Sarah?" Sarah was standing in the stairs room, and she could hear Jareth's voice but he was nowhere to be seen.
"More than anyone," she whispered.
"Do you fear me?"
"More than anything." She gulped. Suddenly, he was standing in front of her, his eyes glinting menacingly.
"Will you do as I say?"
"No." said Sarah. Jareth disappeared and then reappeared in front of her as if he'd teleported.
"Why not, sweet?" he asked, tenderly caressing her face. Sarah looked into his eyes and had to refrain from leaping on him and kissing every inch of his face.
"Because I am not your slave. You have no power over me." They both winced in reccolition.
"But you have power over me." Said Jareth simply, "I am completely your slave. I belong to you. I'm the most powerful man, and you have brought me to my knees. Please, Sarah. Be mine."
"Why can't I be yours without living here?" asked Sarah. She was sick of being the strong one. Of being the girl who always stood up for herself, of saying no. Of being away from Jareth. But she had to carry on, she had to remain disguised as a cold girl of stone.
"You know why, Sarah."
"Jareth, why must we argue all the time? Why can't we just be happy?" Jareth's angry eyes softened in an instant.
"I'm sorry. Come."

He took her hand, and they leaped from the top of the stairs. Sarah shut her eyes as wind rushed past her face, throwing her hair into disarray and giving her an exhilarating feeling of freedom. She screamed as she fell, and Jareth looked at her in alarm, only to see she was not frightened, just excited. He'd never seen her so wild. He laughed, and swam through the air over to her and wrapped his arms around her. She entwined herself into him so it was as if they'd never separate. They were just floating, now, frozen in white empty space. The occasional odd object would float past: a grandfather clock, a hairbrush, an anchor. They remained completely unnoticed by the couple, who had eyes only for each other.
"Why couldn't I be king of the humans?" murmured Jareth, "You're so much more beautiful than, say, Hoggle." Sarah giggled, despite herself.
"Are we flying?"
"Yes, I'd say so." She laughed, and the two of them swam round in the nothingness. Sarah looked ridiculous, her arms and legs flailing, but Jareth looked remarkably dignified. The Goblin King could never look silly.

Eventually, Sarah tired, and Jareth took her into his lap. He floated in the air, apparently sitting in a large armchair, with Sarah draped across him. He fiddled with her hair listlesly, his eyes looking outwards in different directions.
"Have you ever loved a man before, Sarah?" Sarah paused in her examination of his perfect hands, and said,
"I suppose I must have loved my father at some point," Jareth smirked, satisfied.
"And you have never courted another?" Sarah smiled.
"Is that what we're doing? Courting?" Jareth's eyes smoldered. "Yes." Sarah didn't laugh.
"No. Never. Only you." The Goblin King smiled very slowly, showing all his pointed teeth. Sarah suddenly felt quite scared of him.
"Ask it."
"H-have you ever..?"
"Yes. I've had my way with a few women. But I've never felt like I do for you, Sarah." Sarah didn't doubt it.
"I don't want to talk about other women," she said teasingly, "I want to talk about you."
"What could possibly be of interest about me?" asked Jareth, without any irony in his voice, but beneath the guise, his eyes danced.
"How exactly does one become the Goblin King?" asked Sarah, speaking as if she was an interviewer, except no interview had ever been held like this, with the interviewee floating in nothingness, and with his hands wrapped round and round the interviewers body. Jareth's face looked completely serious as he bent to Sarah's ear so his hair tickled her, and whispered,
"Secret." Then he laughed. Sarah laughed too, even though there was nothing funny. She felt as though she was drunk. She stretched up to Jareth and kissed his pale lips. She meant only for it to be a peck, but he held her in place with firm hands and kissed her with such fervour it was as if he'd never kiss her again. She broke off, gasping for air, and then threw herself against him again, clinging onto his skinny frame. Jareth didn't close his eyes once, and they looked like an animal's eyes. He kissed her all over her face, while she entwined her fingers in his dirty blond hair. She knew she loved him.
"Jareth, I will st-"

"Sarah?"

The world disappeared.