Hey guys, for those of you who were worried never fear...there is more to come. Jareth enjoyed the last chapter and wanted some more, so thought I better give it to him as he is one guy I don't want to piss off. So here it is. Chapter 12. Yeah, this is a sort of filling in chapter before the events of the ball. Hope you like it. And please review cos theyu really keep me going...its nice to know if people are reading. Luv you xxx

An arm rested round her waist. Fingers traced delicate circles on the skin of her stomach. Warm breath ghosted through the hairs at the base of her neck and soft lips pressed against her shoulder. Sarah could feel a warm body pressed against her, moulded round her frame. She opened her eyes and smiled lazily as waves of happiness washed over her. Languidly she rolled onto her back and smiled up into the mismatched above her as Jareth propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at her. Jareth grazed his hand across her ribs, bringing it to rest high up on her stomach, thumb resting between her breasts.

"Good morning, my dear," he said as he leant down to kiss her on the mouth. Sarah lifted her left hand to Jareth's cheek, before tangling it gently in a few of the longer strands of his hair.

"I love you," she whispered.

"My beautiful wife," he murmured, leaning down to kiss first one eyelid and then the other.

She ran her hands lightly down his chest, bringing them to rest on his hips. She pulled the centres of their bodies against each other under the sheets.

"So that's your little game is it?" Jareth laughed, before wrapping his arms round her and lifting her up to him in a mind numbing kiss. His mouth plundered hers as one hand held her head where he wanted it, the other straying down her back to the swell of her buttocks as he pressed her hips firmly into his own. As they kissed Sarah could feel his erection pressing into her stomach, leaving her in no doubt as to where this kiss would lead.

Sarah shifted away from Jareth slightly, breaking the kiss and separating their bodies. Jareth looked down at her in concern. Why had she done that when things had just been starting to get good? Then he smiled as he realised her true motives behind the move. Her small hand had left his hip and was running down the delicate skin lower on his body. Tentatively she touched him and he smiled his encouragement to her. He rolled over, flopping down on his back so that Sarah could shift over and increase her exploration. One of his hands trailed lazily down her shoulder, flicking gently at her nipple where it hung above him. She batted his hand away, her face a mask of concentration as she ran one finger along his length, barely touching him. Jareth bit his lip and covered her hand with his own, encouraging her to take a slightly former touch, moving her fingers and guiding her in some of the ways he liked to feel pleasure. Sarah glanced shyly at his face and was surprised to see his head thrown back, his breathes coming in shorter gasps. She smiled and ran her fingers along the underside of his penis, eliciting a moan form the Goblin King. The fingers that had been idly playing with her breast stilled and he glanced at her through narrow eyes before suddenly seizing her upper arms and pulling her on top of him. She squeaked in surprise. He pulled her head down to him and drove his tongue into her mouth, the hot feeling he had intensifying as he felt himself rub against Sarah's slick entrance.

Sarah moaned as she felt his tip slipping between her folds. The pleasure was amazing but with it was a feeling of panic. She couldn't control this; she wasn't ready to be on top. However when she felt Jareth's hands on her hips, lifting her slightly, she knew she would never be able to deny him anything and she allowed him to lower her on to him, unable to restrain the carnal noise she emitted as she felt herself again being stretched to breaking point. She shut her eyes and her head fell back. Jareth gazed hungrily at the tender exposed skin of her soft neck before sitting up, eliciting another groan from Sarah as his cock shifted within her, and biting the sensitive area. Sarah let out a small scream, her eyes flying open as she gazed at Jareth in horror. Then slowly she leant towards him and they shared a kiss before he lay back down on the bed, shifting his hips, encouraging her to move.

Sarah raised herself slowly, feeling very self conscious. She lowered herself back down again, moaning slightly at the feeling inside her but also very aware of Jareth's gaze on her. He watched her through half closed lids, lying still and letting her do all the work. Admiring the bite he had left on her neck, marking her as his. It took all the self control he possessed not to move and help her, but he wanted to see how much she would manage on her own. He raised his hands and covered her breasts kneading and teasing at her nipples. He lay still for as long as he could, watching her fuck him until, unable to bear the building pressure any longer, he flipped them over and began to set his own rhythm, harder, faster and more demanding than hers had been. If Jareth had worried that his punishing pass might be too much for Sarah, he need not have been concerned. As their heart rates returned to normal, and she snuggled against him, head tucked under his chin she marvelled at the severity of their love making, wondering if it could possibly get any better. She loved his changeable nature. One minute kind and caring, the next hard and hot, using her and giving to her more and better than she could possibly have imagined in her wildest dreams.

She smiled and whispered seductively, "If that's what it's like when we're good, what's it going to be like when where bad."

Over her head Jareth grinned in a feral way. So that was how she liked it? His warm, soft Sarah, gentle in all things. He realised then why she had made him so fearsome and frightening on their first meeting. She liked to be ruled and dominated. Well he could be soft and gentle, lovingly guiding her through the new, adult world she found herself in, but he could be forceful as well. He smiled. He had an idea.

"If you're bad," he whispered back, "your punishment will be exacting." He stared into her eyes. "Because you," he kissed her, "are," he kissed are again, "mine." He delved his tongue into her mouth, pushing her back onto the bed and kneading her breast with his left hand.

And all at once he rolled away, elegantly pulling a deep green dressing gown around his shoulders and extending a hand to help Sarah from the bed.

"My Lady," he crooned, bowing over her hand as though helping her alight from Cinderella's carriage. Giggling, Sarah scrambled after him and pulled the dressing gown he offered her round her shoulders. "A wash I think," Jareth announced, "and then breakfast. Goblins?"

They shared a shower in Jareth's en-suite. He insisted on washing her, running his hands, slippery with soap, all over her naked body. Afterwards they shared a sumptuous breakfast, and Jareth picked out a simple green dress, with a shaped bodice, for Sarah to where.

Later, as they walked in the castle grounds and Jareth showed Sarah the loch, she could not help but notice that Jareth kept a possessive hand on her, and its touch thrilled her. As the circled the loch his hand slipped from her hip to rest on her bum, fingers slipping lower to touch her through her dress. Sarah squirmed away but he merely increased the pressure, pushing the fabric of her dress against her, dipping just inside her entrance. She sighed and leant against him, wrapping her arms round his neck.

"Come," he murmured into her hair, "it is time you started to prepare for the ball. My ravishing queen must make all men jealous."

He tightened her to him possessively and turned back towards the castle.