Jareth lay on a double poster bed, decorated lavishly in red and gold. His head rested on thick white pillows, and his face matched their tone exactly. The room was of stone, and decorated in a medieval fashion, with embroidered carpets covering the floor. A fire burned in a large fireplace, and every now and then a small goblin would creep in and add another log of wood to it. The Goblin King looked awful; his skin had a greenish pallor, his hair flopped and moving at all caused him to be out of breath quickly. Sarah stood in the wooden doorway, looking at the King in such a state for a moment, and then rushed to his side. She knelt on the floor beside him, holding his face in her hand.
"Jareth, what's wrong?" she cried.
"Just... tired." he murmured. It was a strange sight to see Jareth so weak. He had never shown the slightest weakness ever, except, possibly, where it came to Sarah.
"What can I do?" she asked gently, stroking his cheek softly.
"Your sweet touch is enough." he groaned. Sarah stared at him in disbelief. His makeup was smudged, his clothes rumpled and he looked half dead.
"Why did this happen?" she queried, anxious that she was pushing him, but he seemed keen enough to answer.
"Your world... repels magic. I am not s-strong enough." He had never doubted himself before, or given the slightest indication of weakness. Seeing him in such a position was... odd, to say the least.
Sarah climbed onto the bed with him, and curled up next to him. Jareth tried to pull her closer, but he was too weak. She knew what he wanted, though, and pressed herself to him, entwining their bodies together. She was still wearing the white nightdress, she was surprised to notice. Jareth usually put her in beautiful dresses, encrusted with jewels and often resembling wedding dresses.
"Why am I in this thing?" she giggled. Jareth smiled faintly.
"It looks good on you."
It did. It had belonged to her great grandmother and was made of cotton, with embroidery down the front. It was baggy and came down to her ankles. She couldn't imagine why Jareth would like it so much; he preferred the tight-fitting clothes on her. She had to be honest; she preferred the tight-fitting clothes on him as well. He was such a feminine build, not to mention his clothes and makeup, but somehow he oozed masculinity and Sarah felt both vulnerable and brave around him. She glanced at his legs now, encased in black tight pants. He noticed and laughed gently.
"Now, now Sarah." he said. Sarah blushed scarlet. She'd never been sexually attracted to Jareth, no matter how in love with him she was, but now, lying next to him on the soft bed, a hunger stirred inside of her that she could not quell.
"Jareth," she said, still blushing.
"Sarah," he answered, his eyes still proud and mocking, despite the fact that he couldn't leave the bed. Sarah could feel her dress shortening and becoming a little looser around the bodice. Usually Jareth's ability to manipulate the world around him scared her, but now, looking into his weird eyes, it was incredibly sexy. The door gently closed behind them, knocking an unsuspecting goblin backwards several feet down the corridor. Sarah leaned in to kiss Jareth, revelling in the sense of leading them both. Jareth shut his eyes, embracing the situation of being dominated. Their lips met...