Sarah leaned into Jareth's embrace, stunning them both with her grip on the back of his head. He had thought to shock her into an apology, to get her to admit she was not ready for grown up games, but Sarah was more than willing to play. Her hands reached up and threaded into his wild hair, pulling it hard. He growled without thinking and she took that as a sign to thrust her tongue into his mouth.

"Watch what you do, girl," he warned, as her lips found their way to his throat, sucking and biting wherever she could reach.

"I am watching," she purred and let her hands find their way down his back to grab his perfect rear. He jumped and pinned her to a wall, glaring at her with what he hoped was an intimidating expression. She let one hand reach around to the front of his tight pants and grabbed his hardening proof she was affecting him. Running her hand over him slowly, she squeezed hard and kissed him again as she tore off her blouse without breaking the kiss. It was impressive Jareth thought, as much as he could think. When exactly had she gained the upper hand?

"You, my dear," he said, tearing his mouth away, "are quite drunk. Again. And I think little girls who drink and then disturb their king's slumber must be punished." His hot breath in her ear caused shivers to race down her back and she gasped as he leaned in close enough to kiss her. However, he merely closed his eyes and tried to steady his erratic heartbeat. Sarah pursed her lips and mocked him in a little girl voice.

"Oh, is my poor widdle Goblin King not man enough to kiss me back? I've been kissed by a lot of men, Jareth. Many men who wanted to touch me here," she put his hand on her breast, squeezing his hand hard. "And here," she pushed it down her stomach until it was at the juncture of her thighs. He was trembling, but whether out of passion or anger, she could not tell. She decided that she would take what she could get. She was having fun and he owed her plenty of it for dragging her back to the Under Ground. She paused, "you're not saying my words with me."

"No, I am not. You took me by surprise before, now that I know you can get into my head - I've blocked you." He smirked and she did not like that at all. It would not do for him to smirk at her when she was trying to seduce him. She frowned, she was trying to seduce him? Him?

"How?" Sarah demanded. Jareth grinned.

"If you loved me, I could not block your words. But as I am certain that you do not, and I do not love you either - I can block you." His words, spoken so calmly made Sarah narrow her eyes. There was something he was not telling her. But she would figure it out.

"You've blocked me? I don't think I like the sound of that. In fact, I shall punish you," she said loftily, backing away from him suddenly. He lunged for her and she tripped him, laughing as he lay sprawled on the ground. Seeing a door lying on the floor of the oubilette she smiled. "I think I remember how this works."

Running to the door, she threw it up against the wall and magically it opened onto a tunnel. Jareth ran to catch her but drunk Sarah was very fast. She ran out the door and slammed it shut. Running to the door, Jareth flung it open to see a closet filled with old pots.

"Damn that child," he yelled. He paced the oubilette, thinking hard. She couldn't know where to go, but she was drunk and a drunken human roaming his world was dangerous. He disappeared in a cloud of glitter and headed back towards his castle. Calling guards he commanded them to find the human girl and bring her to him - now.

Sarah ran up to his throne room, hiding behind the large throne and waiting and thinking. The times he had said what she was saying was when she was wishing for him to touch her - to, oh god no, to love her. He must love her. Did she love him? Was she sober enough to love anyone right now? She'd have to figure it out when he got to his throne room to find her. He had to come here eventually. And there he was in full Goblin King glory. She took a deep breath and let her feelings take over, damn the consequences. And then she began to speak.

"I Jareth, stupid king of the Goblins state that Sarah Williams is way smarter than I am," Jareth found himself saying. The goblins and his full Council stared at him in shock and he could hear giggles behind his throne. Damn that girl. "And I love her more than my own pompous glittery self could ever love another."

She heard him say the words and smiled. He loved her. She froze - what did that mean? He loved her. She panicked - he was the Goblin King and she was messing with his head like he was a puppet. Love her or not, he could make her life hell for this. Oh dear. She held her head and wished her self home. Repeatedly like saying it more than once would get her home faster. She closed her eyes and hoped that someone, somewhere in the universe would have pity on her and send her home. She couldn't face him - not like this.

He growled, he would find her and rip off her clothes and show her what she did to him. He would teach her a lesson for messing with her king, her soul mate, her - wait, what? Her what? He closed his eyes and remembered what he'd told her. She couldn't make him say anything if he didn't love her. If she didn't love him. His eyes narrowed and he had a new purpose. He would find his queen and punish her severely. For hours. Then he'd admit he loved her. If she was sober enough to understand.

"Sarah, come out from behind there," he commanded and ran behind the chair. Sarah was no longer there. He looked around but could not find her. The others in the room looked at him as if he were insane.

"She was here, I know it," he yelled. The others nodded politely and rolled their eyes at each other. The king had been working too hard.

Jareth let out a frustrated scream and disappeared again, but the assembled Council and group of goblins in the throne room could hear his voice echoing through the walls like thunder.

"SARAH!"