Jareth looked deep into Sarah's eyes, watching every facial expression, every sigh, every shift in thought. He kept her arms pinned as his mouth lowered to hers slowly, barely touching hers.

"Say it again," he commanded softly. She looked at him in confusion, then smiled weakly.

"No," she said. He glared at her, moving his hips over hers roughly.

"Excuse me?" Jareth growled. She laughed and brought her hips up to his, sliding one hand from his grasp to reach down and stroke him slowly. His arousal pressed into her hand and she squeezed. His eyes shut as he hissed her name.

"You have to say it to me," Sarah purred. "Or no more kissy time."

"Woman, you are the most infuriating -" her hand grabbed him tightly and pulled causing him to shudder.

"Hmm, sure you want to go with that?" Sarah asked, positioning him at her entrance, rubbing against him just so, watching his mouth open and silent words come forth as he tried to keep control.

"Sarah - I," he said weakly. She let him in, just an inch and as he would move to go deeper, she pulled back slightly. His arrogant glare amused her and she had no trouble releasing her other hand. Both arms went around to his back and long nails scraped down his skin in a possessive slash.

"I love you," he gasped, plunging into to her welcoming heat. They gazed at each other for a moment, then began to move.

"How long have you loved me, Sarah," he whispered, watching her close her eyes in bliss. She shook her head.

"How do you know I didn't just say it for the sex?" she whispered and he thrust into her so forcefully that her breath caught in her throat, all signs of drunkenness gone. She whimpered as he continued his thrusts, keeping her on the edge. She begged him to finish, to stop, to let her go, to keep her forever. And all the while, he continued to claim her mercilessly, grinning at her pleas.

"How long?" he asked again, as she shuddered beneath him.

"Forever, Jareth - since the moment I saw you. I just - oh yes, more - I couldn't admit it, didn't want to admit it. Please, don't stop."

"I have no intention of stopping, Precious. In fact - we're just getting started. You have much to answer for," he rasped, quickening his pace, letting his love and need for her color every moment of this time together. They were riding a wave of passion, surrounded by starlight and magic and Sarah thought she'd lost her mind. She never wanted to find it again. They came together in an inferno of lust and some deeper emotion that surrounded them like a protective shield. As he pulled out, he caught her lips in yet another hot kiss. She moaned, then pushed him away gently.

"Me? You're the one who's been spying on me," she gasped, as his lips blazed over her breasts, claiming them as surely as he had claimed every other part of her. She was spinning and knew that the alcohol was long gone from her system. This was pure Jareth and she fought to regain some sanity.

"Spying? Yes, and you loved knowing I was there, didn't you, little girl?" His eyes bore into hers with a deep longing and a bit of anger. "You did everything you could to mock me, to taunt me - to let me know I was not welcome but always invited."

"Jareth," she said but he ground his body into hers and she was shocked that he was hard again so fast. Her body sang in need and she writhed beneath him.

"You are mine, Sarah Williams - and nothing you can say will ever change that. You were mine as you played princess in the park," he said, thrusting into her again. "You were mine when you challenged me in my own Labyrinth," the thrusts came faster, deeper and her moans grew louder. "And you will be mine for the rest of eternity no matter what you may think," he yelled, bringing them both to a mindless ecstasy that grew into orgasms that felt like lightning flooding every one of their senses, branding their souls upon each other and forever binding them as soulmates.

"Jareth," she screamed as they came together again, the scent of sweat, sex, and magic filling the air in a powerful rush.

"Yes?" he rasped into her ear.

"Never leave me," she sobbed and his features softened. He gathered her up into his strong embrace and kissed her forehead softly.

"Never again, my queen," he promised.