Thanks for the support, guys!

Here's chapter 2, it will give a little more detail on Jareth watching Sarah (thanks Original Cliche for pointing out that its not clear). Oh Solea! i know EXACTLY what your talkin' about. And boy do i wish i had J watching out for me too! Perhaps... no, getting carried away, sorry:) back to story!

LadyTari

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Jareth approved of dancing, even wanted to see Sarah learn – such a beauty as she would do well to know how to move gracefully and follow the lead of her partner.

Especially if that partner were he.

And the future Queen of the Underground, as he saw Sarah ever since she called to him, needs must know how to dance for formal occasions such as balls.

But when Sarah's first lesson actually rolled round, Jareth experienced a whole row of unpleasant surprises.

First of all, it occurred to him that in order to learn how to dance, Sarah would need to dance with a partner.

That partner would not be him.

As that partner couldn't be him, it would have to be someone else.

Someone else touching and holding and leading his Sarah.

Someone else dictating the rhythm of her steps and controlling her movements.

He sincerely wished them luck, but the thought of other males near Sarah drove him up the walls of his mind, throne room, castle, and labyrinth.

Initially, he had tried not watching her, hoping that it would help his… ahem… uneasiness, but found that his imagination was worse than a crystal in the level of graphic, R-rated fiction that it supplied him with. So, he watched her through her first two lessons.

She attracted all sorts of attention. That he could see. The teacher liked her, but was the least of Jareth's concerns. He was a sweet old man who would only help her. All the better for him – his life had not suddenly acquired the chance of transforming into a living hell. As for the other college boys surrounding her…

If any of them had a strange feeling of being closely watched, it wasn't due to a proneness to paranoia.

Why couldn't she have just stayed? Things would have been so much less complicated that way! - thought Jareth for about the thousandth time.

He knew that she was still too much of a child when the goblins let her into the Labyrinth, knew that she needed to grow up aboveground and mature enough to appreciate him for more than just his smoke and mirrors.

Though they were very key to the rest of him, too, that he had to admit.

But she had to see him for more than a black and white villain from a storybook. So Jareth had let her go that fated thirteenth hour, though it hurt him. And ever since, he had been patiently watching and waiting for his Sarah.

He had had to endure her first boyfriend, sophomore year of high school. That had been rather a torturous experience, especially since he could not interfere very much at all.

By the end of the two-month long "relationship", however, he had learned how to do that well enough to see it to an end.

Not that he would ever go against Sarah's heart – but the guy was a worthless one, and he felt Sarah's discomfort in his presence. It was his cue, really. Naturally, she went through crying and heartbreak and all of that, and it hurt that he could not be there to comfort her, as she considered him either evil or vanquished.

In some of her dreams, he came to comfort her, but she ran from him most of the time, her mind refusing to accept his presence.

Never the less, he liked to think of that experience as a definite first step towards her maturity as a woman. If thought of in those terms, he could definitely see how it was worth it. Though seeing another guy pin her down and tongue-kiss her, was one of the worst experiences of his ageless life. At least she had hated the process. It made him feel better about the situation, but worse towards the guy.

And it also meant that, as she now felt intense aversion to it, he'd have to re-introduce her to the whole concept of kissing

Which wasn't a very bad thing.

If done properly, of course.

And now, dancing.

He knew he needed to look at this, too, as another step towards his goal.

But, by crystals, it was hard!

Swing and foxtrot were, though testing on the Goblin King's sanity, still manageable. The thought of the upcoming Tango lesson, however, was just a tad bit over the edge for him.

He had been unable to sleep the night before, imagining it in full detail.