Hey guys. Sorry this has been so long, it was all the problems with my chapter updates. Boo. This is just a short filler to try to tide you over and stop you giving up hope of me ever updating. The next chapter is on its way. Promise. xxx

As Sarah lay in Jareth's arms that night her thoughts were drawn to the relationship that was being cultivated between herself and the Goblin King. She loved his domineering attitude, and she realised now what she could not comprehend at the age of fourteen, that she loved to be ruled. Sarah turned gently in Jareth's embrace, not wanting to wake him. For once he had been the first to fall asleep, although she suspected that he rarely slept and only spent time in bed to be with her. Tonight however he had rolled off her after their sweet and gentle lovemaking wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes. Sarah had listened as his breathing had dropped to the steady rhythm of one in deep sleep. She was glad that he had found peace tonight, although after the events of the day Sarah found herself unable to settle. It wasn't that she had minded Jareth's own behaviour; on the contrary she had enjoyed it immensely. The problem lay in her second meeting with his cousin Raemon. The ease with which he had penetrated her mind, not once, she now realised, but twice...trapping her in her worst nightmares, horrors in which she did not have Jareth.

Sarah reached out a hand and traced her finger tips over his face. She bit her lip as she felt tears spring in the corner of her eyes at the thought that she might one day be parted from him.

"Never, ever leave me," she whispered quietly to Jareth's sleeping form.

She felt the need to memorise his body, to know every inch of how he was so that she would be able to picture him whenever she felt the need. She ran her fingers, featherlike, down his neck to the muscled contours of his chest. The tears sprang deeper in her eyes as her hands reached his stomach, causing an involuntary flutter on the sensitive skin there.

Somewhere in the depth of his subconscious Jareth felt a deep love and pain. His consciousness stirred and he became aware of a light caress on his lower stomach. Unnoticed he opened his eyes. Sarah was running her hands over his chest and stomach with a concentration of one committing something to memory. Her beautiful green eyes were brimming with tears and e felt a tug at his heart at the sight of her pain. When a tear leaked out to run down her cheek Jareth could hold back no longer and reached out to wipe it away.

"Sarah, why the tears?" A horrible thought occurred to him, "You did not like...did not enjoy..."

Sarah shook her head. "It's just...I couldn't bear it if you were not here. You are my life. Raemon showed me a dream...before you met with him...it...he...you were dead. I could not bear it. It tore my soul apart."

"Oh Sarah. I'm here." He leant over and kissed her gently. She smiled a wobbly smile back at him.

"I wouldn't mind if I never saw him again."

"I know. He has misused you terribly."

Jareth stared up at the ceiling, wondering what he could say to make her feel better.

"Sarah?"

"Yes Jareth?"

"Tomorrow we are going to the Labyrinth. I want you to experience her beauty, as you already know of her anger." He smiled at her. "And Sarah?"

"Yes Jareth?"

"I'll be there for you when the world falls down."

"Don't let go of me Jareth."

He wrapped his arms possessively round her and kissed her gently.

"Sleep well, my dear," he murmured into her hair.