A/N: Thanks again to all the well-wishers for my birthday. :) I forgot Sunday was Easter... so I didn't have a chance to update. Y' know that it's Mom's job to play the Easter Bunny, right? *rolls eyes* ;)

Enjoy! And thanks for staying with these two crazy OOC kids. ;)

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She shook her head, confused; "It was so long ago to me. And I couldn't tell what was real and what wasn't." Her brows drew together, green eyes thoughtful. Of course, she didn't mention how she had hated the circumstances, but would have loved to taken what he offered back then. But she hadn't; she'd put things to rights, denounced what he offered, and known there could not have been any other acceptable resolution – at that time.

"I offered you your dreams. That was real enough," he returned with a husky voice.

"But I had to save Toby; he needed me. It was my fault he was there. It was all my fault," she admitted with sadness coloring the words.

"True, but if I hadn't given you the power-" he looked away, sheepish. "I used to watch you at the park when you would recite plays and poems. Such power in words."

Both sat; Sarah looking down at the disheveled scarlet skirts and so very quiet, considering their previous thirteen hour association –ten years ago. Jareth lounging on the bed, rolled over to his stomach – the ice bag underneath his aching balls – watching the lady in red with his chin resting on the silver duvet.

Sarah broke the momentary silence by peering up at him in unease, "You watched me? I was fifteen, you dirty old man!" she smacked at his arm that had reached out earlier.

Jareth drew back. "Ow! Injured party, here? See?" He pulled out the ice bag from under his crotch and winced again at the sudden movement. "And besides, I'm only three hundred and twenty something..." he smirked at her.

"What? Why do I care how old you are? You're freakin' ancient!" Sarah untangled the fabric from her heels and legs, attempting to stand. She finally found her footing and stood over Jareth as she shook out the rest of the slinky fabric, picking off imaginary lint from the folds.

"Then you must be a pervert if I'm a 'dirty old man', as you put it. Watching some old, elderly man. Because you've been spying on me the last year!" He sneered and rose up on the bed, capable of towering over her though he was only kneeling.

She huffed and puffed, feeling her face redden, "Well you... you.. It was the wine!" Looking so closely into his eyes had a disturbing effect on her. Then again, she had been spying on him long enough to know that even observing him revved her libido these days. Let's just hope he doesn't know about the cock requests.

"Wine, you say?" Jareth crossed his arms against his chest, a sensuous smirk with a raised eyebrow that reminded her of the first time she'd seen him in all his glittery and leathery glory.

Sarah ran a hand down her face and nearly screamed with frustration.

"Wine! Yes! I drank too much and... and got stupid. Things happened. Sorry. You happy now? At least I wasn't watching some teenage boy and falling in love with him!"she snapped and made to move away.

Jareth placed a hand on her bare shoulder which brought her up short. Goosebumps immediately formed and her skin felt like it was on fire with sparks, lots of sparks. He drew her close to him so they were chest to chest as he was still kneeling on the bed.

"You must have been drinking an awful lot to ask to observe me so often. And really, let's be honest here," he sneered, "were you really so desperate to view an exceptional representation of the male form? Or did you just want what you can't have?" He pulled out pins from her disarrayed coiffure and proceeded to massage her scalp, holding her in thrall. He gazed unblinkingly into her eyes; she felt the vibrations of his rough tenor throughout her body and trembled, not paying attention to the words.

Jareth took a hand to palm her cheek, moving his fingertips to caress to her ear slowly, sensuously, as he moved in to taste the lips he'd been waiting for. He gently grasped the hair at her nape to force her head up, exposing her neck. Swooping in, he closed his eyes as his lips sensually glided down her exposed neck, burning a trail of fire. Sarah swore she saw glitter motes dancing around them – literally.

He stopped suddenly, their breathing both a bit harsh, and pulled back to look into her half-lidded eyes. "I've been waiting for this for ten years, Sarah Williams." And with that, he placed a chaste kiss on Sarah's parted lips, ever so lightly. Their eyelids fell as if in accord and he moved to nip her bottom lip. A hushed groan came from someone.

Sarah was going up in flames and dammit, it wasn't hot enough yet. She needed more. Now. Taking control, Sarah flicked her tongue out to taste his. Mmmm...sweet... like candied pears; she moaned aloud and moved her arms up and around his neck, pulling him closer.

I'm giving him the 'Bring it, Baby' sign, she mused and gave herself up to the moment. In the back of her mind, a little voice was trying to cry out, 'Hey, idiot! He just taunted you – and now he sounds like he wants revenge. Yo! Dumbass!' Sarah quickly gagged the little voice and threatened it with expulsion from her psyche if it tried to intervene again in the next few minutes. She just wanted a taste of this man – this being – and then she could get right back to business. Right? Absolutely, her devil answered in place of the irritating voice of caution.

Sealing her lips to his own that were now plundering hers, she grabbed the silky tresses at the back of his neck and practically lost her balance. As she moved to pull down the strands tied back in a queue, the whole head of Jareth moved.

Sarah jumped back at his small cry of alarm, "OhmygodI'msosorry!" And then she saw it.

Jareth's eyes that had been passion glazed were now a bit wide-eyed with an 'oh shit she saw it' look as his hands felt around his mop of white blind hair that had been perfectly styled. His face had paled – which considering how freakin' pasty he had been before was a miracle, she thought. Now, it was essentially half off his head; the skull cap holding the style in place had slipped with Sarah's passionate tug to get closer.

She brought her hands up to her mouth in horror. Oh no, no no... this couldn't be. But it was. Underneath the skull cap tightly bound with a netting was a darker shade of blond hair, obviously much shorter, streaked with pure grey.

Jareth, the Goblin King wore a wig.

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And yes, I've been intending his hair to be not his own from the beginning. lol There was originally a scene with them making out on the couch ensuite and Sarah was knocked off, and grabbed the queue at the nape of his neck without thinking... and that's how she found out. But I decided to go with this way. I can't promise that their hijinks won't eventually have them both displaced and on the floor eventually though. ;)