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"Sarah, we gotta keep moving. We've wasted a bunch of time in here already," the dwarf pleaded. Sarah was still planted against the wall and she looked exhausted. Neither of them noticed when Jareth arrived. He stood behind the dwarf and studied that beautiful, frustrating girl in front of him. She'd spent the last two years lying to both of them, trying to convince herself that she didn't care. She'd certainly convinced Jareth, but now there was no doubting that she felt something, and it was more than lust. If she'd just wanted him, he would have been prepared for it, but her vision wasn't of the two of them in bed. It was the two of them just… being. Existing together. Loving.

"Sarah," Jareth said, and he didn't even think of pushing any cynicism into his voice. Almost as an afterthought, he waved his hand and stopped her time. At the sound of his king's voice, Hoggle started and whipped around to look at Jareth with eyes filled with fear. Sarah's face twisted and she shook her head, her eyes still closed. Strands of her hair caught on the rough stone behind her, but she didn't seem to notice.

"Your majesty! Pease, I'm tryin' to get her up. Don't do nothin' to us, we was just about to move," Hoggle pleaded. Behind him, Sarah finally opened her eyes, but after a glance at Jareth, embarrassment colored her face and she turned away.

"Sarah, look at me." With a look of resignation, she turned her eyes to Jareth's. He stepped around the dwarf and crouched in front of Sarah, trying to decipher the emotions raging on her face. There was anger, embarrassment, resentment, fear, sadness, but under all that was… yes, there it was. Longing.

Hoggle tried to catch Jareth's attention again. "Your majesty—"

More than any other creature, Hoggle annoyed Jareth to no end. Mostly it was because he was so pathetic, but Jareth would be lying if he said a lot of it wasn't because Hoggle earned Sarah's trust and love so easily. Jareth waved a hand to silence Hoggle; his mouth was obviously forming words, but no sound came from it. Sarah's gaze flicked from Jareth to Hoggle, and anger drowned out that beautiful longing. "Don't you dare do anything to him! He's only trying to protect me," she snapped.

Jareth's jaw clenched against the retort he wanted to bite out at her. He took a deep breath and snapped his fingers at the dwarf again. "Don't think ya can just—" Hoggle stopped dead when he realized his king could hear him again. Jareth raised an eyebrow at Sarah.

She looked like she wanted to snap at him again, but he sensed that it was more to feel in control than her being actually upset. Finally, she sighed and said, "I suppose you saw it, then."

"Yes, Sarah, I did. Do you know—"

"Saw what?" the dwarf asked anxiously.

Jareth whipped around to face him, "Dwarf, you do know that I can do much worse things to you than the Bog. If you do not keep your filthy mouth shut—"

"Don't yell at him!" Sarah shouted. She'd gotten to her feet and stood over Jareth with her hands in fists at her side.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and took a calming breath, rising slowly to his feet. "Higgle…" he began.

"Hoggle," the dwarf blurted.

Jareth couldn't help huffing in frustration. "Higgle, I only wish to speak with Sarah."

Sarah surprised him by saying, "It's alright, Hoggle. I guess I… I'll talk to him." The dwarf was out of Jareth's mind as soon as he turned his stare back to Sarah, but her eyes followed Hoggle's progress as he walked along the wall. "What is this place?" she asked, turning her eyes back to Jareth.

"The Aermetus. Terror Mist. It plays on your fears to make you forget your goal. Which brings me to why I'm here," Jareth watched her eyes slide back to her feet and without thinking about it, he reached out to touch his gloved finger under her chin, lifting her face to look at his. Too late, he realized that as much as it seemed like they were completely alone in this fog, they had an audience. He jerked his hand away from her. Jareth's father must at this moment be demanding that Maireen and Kennan declare him impartial and this run invalid. Ah well. He knew that he and Sarah were protected by the old magic of the Labyrinth so long as they were inside. Tiernus lost his power over this maze as soon as he passed the throne to his son. Still, Jareth waved a hand to bring the fog closer around them, shielding the two of them from the spying magic of the crystals. Jareth had to step even closer to see Sarah's face through the mist.

"Why did you do that?" Sarah asked, looking around at the fog that surrounded them.

He chose to ignore her question. "It could be real, Sarah," he whispered. Jareth's eyes bored into hers and once he caught her gaze again, her green eyes went wide. As he waited for her to say something, fresh tears spilled over and she shook her head.

"I don't want it," she said, her voice shaking.

"I find that hard to believe. I know you're scared, Precious, but—"

"Don't call me that!" she screamed at me. He jerked back in surprise and then narrowed his eyes at her. "You don't get to call me that," she continued, the tears warring with her anger. She seemed to have lost the grip she was keeping on her emotions, and everything spilled out of her. "Why do you think I'm scared? Yes, I want you. Yes, I've thought about what it would be like to be with you, but I hate you. I hate you, Jareth, I hate you so much. You ruined my life, everything that was good was ruined because you had to take my brother—"

"Stop right there, Sarah," Jareth growled. He couldn't stand there and listen to her lie to herself anymore or speak to him like he was the monster under her bed. Jareth's temper was always scratching at the surface, and he certainly wasn't used to anyone but the High King speaking to him that way. "I ruined your life? You've done nothing but torment me for years! I did everything for you. You asked me to take your brother, have you forgotten that? You wanted your little adventure Underground and I gave it to you. I'd have moved the very stars if you'd asked me to, and how did you thank me? You turned my citizens against me, spurned my offer, and left me to rot in this place!" Sarah's chest was heaving with the effort to stay silent, but her eyes were frozen on Jareth's. "You can't pretend that you'd rather I left you up there to play romance with your little human boy and reserve fantasy for your books. The Aermetus doesn't lie, and I know that you've longed for me the way I have for you. Don't forget, Precious, that I was in that room today, too, and I felt in that kiss everything that you won't admit to yourself—"

"Kiss!" Sarah seemed to shake herself awake at the memory. "That kiss was nothing but you manipulating me, again. You would never have told me about my friends if Hoggle hadn't interrupted us, and thank God he did, because I almost forgot what a monster you are. Just the idea that you think everything you did last time was for my benefit shows me that you are an arrogant, horrible, cruel… whatever you are! I know that I made a mistake wishing Toby away, but I knew right away that it was wrong and you made me run the Labyrinth anyway. That was cruel, no matter which way you look at it. How could you do that?"

Sarah was glaring at Jareth with a knowing look in her eye. She knew he wanted to defend himself and she knew exactly which words were bubbling below the surface, just waiting for him to open his mouth. She had them figured out and she was waiting for him to give her the ammunition.

Jareth saw all this and made a decision. He looked past his anger and indignation and said calmly, "Because I wanted you close to me."

Sarah's angry expression turned into shock. "What?" she said.

He took advantage of her confusion and moved close enough that the ruffles on his shirt brushed against her chest. "I wanted you. I wanted nothing more than to keep you close, but I knew you weren't ready to hear it. You saw me as such a villain from the first, that's the only way you would allow me in your life. I played my part, but I only ever wanted you to realize that I did it all for you." He watched her process his words and realized that were was no going back from this. He only meant to surprise her, gain the upper hand in the argument. Now, he was trapped and he couldn't help but think that if being vulnerable meant that he could have her, he'd do it. He'd do anything, gods help him.

"You…" Sarah started before closing her mouth and opening it again. "No, you… The goblins. You killed those goblins in the Bog. And my friends, you would have killed them, too, put them in cages with that stench…"

Without taking his eyes from hers, Jareth snapped his fingers again. The beast and the fox in their cages, and the dwarf, materialized to Sarah's left. Sarah unconsciously raised a sleeve to her face at the sudden stench. She threw a scathing look at Jareth, no doubt expecting him to do something horrible to them. Jareth waved a hand at her friends, freeing them from their cages. They looked around, confused, and he waved his hand again. The stench disappeared completely, and Sarah lowered her sleeve slowly, her mouth hanging open. Her gaze moved from her friends back to Jareth and he could see that tears were growing again. He didn't dare to move while her friends celebrated beside them. Hoggle tried to get Sarah's attention, but her eyes were fixed on Jareth's and the emotion churning behind them sent warmth through him. Not taking his eyes from hers, he addressed the creatures beside them. "You'll all be taken to the castle. Hoggle," it left a bitter taste in his mouth to use the dwarf's actual name, but as soon as he saw Sarah's eyes soften at the word, he knew it was the right thing, "I'll summon you back to Sarah." Jareth snapped his fingers again and they disappeared.

The moment they were gone, Jareth couldn't take it anymore. She was staring at him with fear and trepidation, but under that was such longing that he felt it in his chest. He reached out and caught the back of her neck, bringing her to him roughly and slamming his mouth on hers. She stiffened and he was afraid she would pull away, but then she moaned softly in surrender and the sound went straight through him. Her arms were around his neck and her soft body was pressed close against his, but it wasn't anywhere near close enough. He could taste the salt of her tears and felt sorry to have caused them, but couldn't regret it. He had her, was holding her close and she was kissing him like she'd never stop, so even though he knew he'd hurt her and drove her to the limit, he would have done it again. He'd have risked his father's wrath, his mother's life, his kingdom, even Sarah's life, so that he could have her. Whether or not that was selfish didn't even enter his mind. Once she was completely his, she would be safe.

Jareth pressed Sarah's back into the rough stones of the wall and let her feel how much he wanted her. He wanted her to know that they could have everything she saw in that vision, and so much more, if she would only open herself up to him. If she would only submit. His hand travelled from her waist up over her breast and tangled in her sweet smelling hair. He felt Sarah shiver when he touched her and he drew back a little and opened his eyes, wanting to see her. When she felt him draw away, her heavy-lidded eyes slid open and her swollen lips opened in an "oh". She was about to ask him what was wrong when he cupped her cheek and put a thumb across her lips.

"Exquisite," he said, and the small smile she gave him said more than any vision could. So softly, he moved his lips against hers again, but he kept his eyes open and intent on her face, watching the expressions play across it as she let herself go, her eyes rolled back and closed in bliss. She sighed into his mouth and this time, she opened her mouth readily, twining her tongue assertively with his. He forgot to keep his eyes open and surrendered himself to the feel of her wanting him and taking him. Her hands wandered firmly down his chest and he couldn't help but release a deep moan. She smelled like dust and sweat, but he couldn't get enough. He pressed his nose into her neck and inhaled, letting his tongue flick against her skin when she threw her head back. Her shirt was thin and he could feel the heat of her skin through it; he ran his hands greedily across her back, letting them drift over every curve. He could taste the Labyrinth on her silk skin and thought it tasted like wine. He pulled her shirt off her shoulder and ran his tongue along her collarbone, lifting her off the ground with an arm around her back.

"Jareth," Sarah whispered, and it sounded like a plea.

"That's it, Sarah." He lifted her higher and grabbed her thigh, hooking it around his waist. She caught on quickly and wrapped her legs around him, making him gasp at the intimate touch. "Tell me."

"Jareth, please." Her thighs squeezed tighter, trying to relieve some of the sweet pressure building between her legs. Jareth's mouth closed on her breast, soaking her shirt and making her arch towards him, silently begging for more. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he ran a hand slowly down the flat planes of her stomach, and Sarah was falling apart from anticipation. Jareth's fingers paused just above the line of her jeans.

"Tell me what you want." He lifted his head to lock eyes with her.

Sarah's cheeks colored in embarrassment, but she couldn't let him stop now, not when they were heading toward something wonderful. "Touch me," she whispered, unable to look away. A shadow of his old smirk graced his features, but his eyes were more intense than she had ever seen them as lowered his face to hers. His tongue stroked hers and she quivered as she felt his hand continue downward. A finger caressed her through her jeans and she gasped, but it wasn't enough. "More," she breathed. He caught her mouth again and fingered the button on her pants, popping it easily. His slender fingers hooked under her panties, searching for her through their tangle of limbs and clothes. Stars flew across her vision as he ran a fingertip across her and she had to break the kiss to catch a breath. His head lowered to her chest again. The fog was thick and close around them, and there was nothing in the world but Jareth's hands and mouth on her. Under his skilled fingers, she was coming apart faster than she ever had. Kyle's fumbling and her own shy explorations were nothing compared to Jareth caressing her. She rocked on his hand as he brought her closer and closer to that shining edge. Finally, his teeth closed gently on her nipple and his finger circled her in such a way that her whimpers turned to screams and his name was the only word that she could think of.

Jareth was rock hard and so ready to just take her, right against the wall of the Labyrinth. He was so close to doing it when he felt her tighten around his fingers and when she screamed his name, it sounded like permission. Instead, his damn magic reminded him that his father was inside the wards of the kingdom, and they were registering him as a threat. He must be incredibly angry to have set off the wards while already inside. Breathing hard from the effort of holding back, Jareth let Sarah slide back to the ground, his face buried against her neck. Words seemed to escape her, and she just clung onto his neck, waiting for coherent thought to return. His hands travelled up and down her back, and he pressed kisses along her neck.

"God, Jareth. That was… wow."

He chuckled and kept his face hidden, trying to ignore the throb in his pants. "I had a feeling you enjoyed yourself," he said. He wanted nothing more than to take her back to the castle and fuck her senseless, but the wards were growing more insistent as, no doubt, the High King's fury grew. "I have to get back."

She finally drew back, and he smirked as he wiped a spot of blood off her lip with a fingertip. She ran her tongue over her lip and vaguely remembered biting it at some point. "As long as it's your bedroom, I don't care where we go," she said, confidence radiating from her.

Jareth's smile slipped from his face. "Precious, you have to finish your run."

Sarah blinked. "But I—I thought... Didn't this mean anything?"

He held her face in his hands as he said, "Sarah, of course it did, but the contract is struck. I'm bound by the old laws, I can't release you from the terms of the Labyrinth."

"But I want to stay with you. It's different now." Her face was filled with a fast-fading hope. She thought he was abandoning her, hurting her like she was always afraid he would.

He pressed a reassuring kiss against her lips. "It is different now. You don't know how much I want to take you straight to my chambers and fuck you like the world was ending, but I can't. Not now, at least," he said with a smirk.

He was trying to distract her, but she wasn't fooled. Sarah pulled back and looked at him, hurt. "Tell me the truth… was this all a ploy to use up my time?"

"No, of course not! I stopped the clock the moment I arrived."

"Well, if you can do that, why can't you cancel the run?"

"Because I can only stop the time if doing so doesn't help you progress in the Labyrinth. My duty is to try to stop the runner from reaching the castle, as it has been for millennia." Jareth took a breath to calm the hurt anger rising in him. Even after what just happened, she wouldn't trust him. "Sarah, please trust me. I now want nothing more than for you to succeed, but I have a role to fill. The consequences for me failing to do my part are worse than you can imagine. Say you trust me." He reached out and rested a hand gently against her neck.

Jareth could see her warring with herself. She wanted to believe him, but experience and years of deluding herself were working against her. Finally, she nodded. "Alright, I trust you."

He gave her a genuine smile, the same one she saw in her vision and her heart stopped for a moment. He leaned in and gave her a quick, but thorough kiss before stepping back and looking her up and down, taking in her disheveled clothes and flushed skin. "You'll have five minutes, then I'll send Hogbrain back."

"Hoggle," she said, annoyed, her hands running through her hair.

"Whatever," he said, and disappeared with another smirk.

Oh no, I'm such a tease! Guys, I'm still really new at writing lemony things, so I'm nervous and I'm going to need a lot of feedback. How was the sexy scene?

This chapter took longer than I expected because it just didn't feel right for a long time. So I had to rewrite it from first person Jareth point of view, then from Sarah's, and finally rewrote it in this format. Did you like it?

Also, I couldn't help but notice that the last chapter had only one review, but I got a lot of new followers. What's up with that?