DISCLAIMER: I don't own Labyrinth, Sarah or Jareth. That said, I wouldn't mind the chance to seriously snog the stuffin outta Jareth. Just sayin!

WARNING: No goblins were harmed in the writing of this chapter, although several bags of M&M's and a package of mint Oreos were sacrificed to help me get through it. Although food plays a part in this chapter, there is no food abuse in this chapter.

A/N: Thanks for the reviews. Please keep them coming. We are heading into the home stretch which means LOTS of lemons after this chapter. My regular readers know that I stress out about writing lemons, so encouragement is helpful.

Review responses for those who I couldn't reply privately to:

Rhiannon: (love the name by the way). Don't worry…this story will be finished long before the first of the year (hopefully in the next week or so). I love that the last couple of chapters made you smile so much your face hurt…. :) That is like a huge compliment… so thanks!

Cassie: Glad you are enjoying the silly steaminess so far. I hope you like the next couple of chapters as well.

Ch. 9: Jareth's Revenge

As much as Jareth wanted to listen to Sarah's explanation for why the breakfast he was now eating was called 'Jareth's Revenge', every time she gestured with her fork, the light silk of her shirt slid sensuously over her breasts and made it nigh on impossible to concentrate on anything but the fact that there was nothing but bare flesh underneath the shirt – his shirt in fact, caressing flesh that he wanted more than anything to be touching.

Of course, it was his own fault.

Too clever for your own good, grumbled his inner-voice, trying desperately to focus on what Sarah was saying, while his libido leered blatantly at Sarah's chest. Too damn clever by half!

I bet she knows exactly what she is doing, muttered his libido with a wicked smirk as the silk of the shirt gaped open exposing more of the ivory flesh to his view.

The simple truth of the matter was that Jareth let his desires for both Sarah and winning get the better of him. Since she insisted (…bloody infuriating woman demanded breakfast and swore nothing would happen until she had it…) upon going to breakfast and was attempting to make him leave her room so she could change, Jareth decided to take matters into his own hands, flicking a crystal at the surprised brunette. In a flash she had been clothed. He had to laugh at the way she clutched at her body, as if trying to cover herself. Apparently she had thought he was merely getting rid of the robe.

…Honestly. I have more style than that. When I strip her, and it is really a matter of when not if, it will be with my own hands, not magic. I have every intention of savoring that experience.

Realizing she was wearing clothes, Sarah turned toward the mirror and gasped, her emerald eyes meeting his in the reflective surface. She was wearing a cream silk shirt with full sleeves and lace cuffs. The front of the shirt draped open, sliding low across her chest, held closed only by lacing of fine silken cord. The shirt was un-tucked over a burgundy suede shirt. Below the skirt she was wearing her black knee high boots.

In the mirror she could see that he too had changed, and she became momentarily distracted by the beauty of him. His long legs were encased in black wool trousers that seemed to flow easily over the lightly muscled legs. Under the tailored black leather jacket he wore a burgundy silk, button-down shirt, the golden pendant he always wore peeking teasingly around the open neck. In a word, the Goblin King looked...

…like the physical embodiment of sex…

It took an insane amount of effort to remain affronted by his boldness in dressing her, when all she really wanted to do was drag her hands over his silk-clad chest so she could feel the muscles ripple and twitch beneath them. Shaking her head to clear her mind of the sultry images that were plaguing her, Sarah finally found her voice.

"And just what do you call this then?" she asked, gesturing at her body.

Leaning in close to her ear, Jarth smirked at her through the mirror.

"Clothing, Precious. I am given to understand that it is something of a common courtesy to wear clothes when one is going out. However, I would be most happy to remove them if they are problem for you, as I have absolutely no objection to you being delightfully nude," he drawled, dragging out the last word, his mismatched eyes flashing impishly at the indignant look she gave him. "Come back to the castle with me and you could stay like that indefinitely, should you wish. Of course, I would do all that I could to make sure that is exactly what you want."

Sarah's libido cheered enthusiastically begging her to say yes, while her inner-voice merely shivered at the idea of returning to the castle. Pointedly ignoring his offer, Sarah shook her head.

"I see they are clothes, Jareth," she hissed. "Unless I am mistaken, this shirt seems awfully familiar."

Jareth chuckled, wrapping his arms around her once more as he pulled her close to him.

"It should, Precious. It is the shirt I was wearing when we spoke in the tunnels on your run. Call me sentimental, but I have often wondered how you would look in it. Mind you, I had rather hoped it would be all you were wearing at the time," he purred, winking at her in the mirror.

Sarah gasped and blushed, her mind suddenly seeing herself lounging across the throne, wearing nothing but this shirt. Clearing her throat, she quipped, hoping she sounded light-hearted rather than lustful, "Mental yes…I'd agree with that statement."

"Cheeky minx," he murmured, his sharp teeth tugging playfully at her earlobe until he was rewarded with a breathy gasp.

She fought hard not to quiver as his hands slid beneath the hem of the shirt, only to splay boldly against her bare stomach.

…Oh Gods…he isn't wearing gloves again, she gasped inwardly as the jot of pure magic danced against her skin. Steeling herself against the feel of his hands on her and the way the magic seemed to gallop through her veins, Sarah lifted her wrist to her nose, sniffing the material delicately.

"At least tell me it has been cleaned since then?" she muttered. "It still smells like you," she sighed, trying desperately to quell the urge to kiss him again, knowing that if she did so, she would be lost. Breakfast wouldn't happen. Hell, lunch wouldn't happen. She would no doubt end up back in the castle. More specifically, in his bed.

And would that really be so bad? Pouted her libido, while her inner-voice unfurled a scroll with all of the reasons why that would be bad, and began to read them off until it was silenced as her libido tackled it to the ground, before crumbling the scroll into a small ball and setting it alight with a flame of her own desire. Again, I ask…would that really be so bad?

Seeing the inner-fight spilling from her green eyes, Jareth took a moment to enjoy the view. He rather liked the look of her nestled back against his chest, her chestnut waves spilling over the cream colored silk shirt she was wearing. With a flick of her head, a satiny tendril slid down to hide in the depths of her cleavage, a view that was both enticing and arousing.

"Hmm…I'm flattered that you recognize my scent, Pet," he chuckled, the sound a sultry hum as he pressed his lips to her ear once more, the warmth of his breath washing over the sensitive skin making her shiver against him. "However, the shirt has been cleaned. What you smell is my natural scent combined with my magic. For my people it is something akin to a signature."

"Oh…" whispered Sarah, lost in the feeling of how close he was, his scent that now surrounded her, overwhelming her senses until all she could think about was him.

…Could you sound anymore brainless? 'Oh'? Was that the best you could come up with?

Giving in she moved to kiss him and stopped cold.

…What the hell? She grumbled to herself as cool air teased against the juncture of her thighs, the feeling making her nipples respond, dragging against the silken material of the shirt in a way that made her gasp in spite of herself.

Peeking down the front of the shirt she realized that she was braless and if the cool air swirling around her nether-parts was any indication, knickerless as well.

"Um…Goblin King… While I appreciate the sentiment in dressing me," she chided, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she gestured toward the mirror," …you appear to have forgotten some rather important bits of clothing."

Jareth was busily running his tongue and teeth over her neck as he responded, his words vibrating against her skin.

"Nonsense, Precious. They are hardly important and would only get in the way when I go to get you out of this rather beguiling get-up later. Besides, I rather like the knowledge that there would be nothing between my hands and your…"

"Stop right there, Mister," Sarah growled in warning as his hand slid upward, a thumb lightly brushing against the underside of her breast. "Taking a few things for granted aren't you, hmm? The deal was breakfast, first. Anything else is dependent upon you being good and I've got news for you, so far, you aren't being good. Are you going to break the rules that you are so fond of flaunting at me?"

Sarah felt him shift against her back, his chest pulling the silk of her shirt taut against the rounded nubs of her breasts, highlighting them in the mirror. She blushed as his eyes twinkled at her in the mirror, before being drawn to her chest with a hungry look.

"Hmm… I have no intention of skipping breakfast, Pet. I just thought I'd make it more…interesting. And believe me, I am being good. If I were being bad, we wouldn't be having this conversation at all, as I would already have you back in my castle. More precisely…in my bed…under me," he purred.

His voice dropped so low that his last words were a bare whisper that teased against her ear like a caress of silk, sending a bolt of pure desire to pool in the pit of her stomach. She felt her insides pool, her thighs slamming tight against each other at the familiar sensation, making her blush. Peeking at him in the mirror, she saw the knowing look in his mismatched eyes and his devilish grin.

Tugging her to him more tightly, he drew her eyes to a crystal as it danced over his hand.

"Just think of where you want to be and we'll go," he murmured, licking the side of her neck in a gesture that was disturbingly intimate and…

…oh so right…

Oh so seductive, moaned her libido with a lustful purr.

Even Sarah's inner-voice agreed, giving a lascivious shimmy at the thought of being in his bed, images of rich wood, sumptuous velvet curtains, and heavy brocade bedding dancing through her mind. She gasped and clung to the strong arm wrapped around her waist as the room seemed to fall away in a spinning mist, before her feet landed lightly. Eyes shut tightly against the continued feeling of vertigo that swept over her, Sarah shivered when Jareth began to laugh.

"Hmmm…..so you liked that idea, did you, Precious?" he purred in her ear.

"Wha….?" Sarah murmured. Opening her eyes, Sarah squeaked before slamming her eyes shut once more and burying her face in her hands.

"This is not where I wanted to go," she groaned, still shaking her head. "This is sooooo not where I wanted to go!"

Her protestations only made Jareth laugh more, the sound a dark baritone rumble that made her insides tremble, while the heated core of her flared brightly at the sultry sound. Leaning back, Jareth pulled her down onto the bed with him, lying on his side and tucking her against him, her hands still covering her face.

Well played, mate! Cheered his libido, quite happy to finally have Sarah in his own chambers and more importantly – in his bed.

…I can't believe she fell for it…. He chuckled, happy that she had eagerly grasped hold of the idea of his room and clearly had been thinking about it since that is where they had ended up.

Indeed…but how long do you think she is going to willingly stay, grumbled his inner-voice already trying to come up with logical arguments to use on Sarah should she wish to leave immediately, and failing to come up with anything that might persuade her to stay longer.

…Even if only a few moments, it was worth it just to see the look on her face…

"Ja—reth," grumbled Sarah, shoving Jareth's shoulder, her emerald eyes flashed at him in frustration. "You did that on purpose."

"Whatever do you mean, Sarah? I did nothing except suggest that you think of where you wanted to be," he chuckled, nuzzling the side of her neck and breathing in the scent of her. "How was I know you'd want to be in my chambers? Not that I'm complaining, mind you,"

Sarah's mind seized once more at the sensation, a low gasp slipping past her lips as her eyes fluttered shut.

"Gaaah…"

"Yes, Precious? You were saying something….or attempting to?" he laughed, watching her reaction.

"You….cheated…" Sarah panted, trying desperately to ignore the sizzling feeling of his hot tongue as it traced patterns on her neck. "That is cheating."

Jareth leaned back a bit, his mismatched eyes shining impishly at her, "You wound me, Precious. I did nothing of the sort. In fact I was perfectly honest about where I would like to be. It is hardly my fault if you let your own imaginings of being in my bed…with me… distract you from thinking of where you wanted to eat."

Seeing the bright flash of anger in her eyes, Jareth gave her a sly smirk before conjuring another crystal, letting it spin lightly upon his fingertips as his hand rested upon his hip. He couldn't help but grin as her eyes were drawn to the dancing crystal.

"I would be happy to arrange for breakfast here, Pet. Upon the balcony if you would like. Or…in bed…." he drawled, his eyes never straying from her face. "Whichever you would prefer."

Sarah growled low as she frowned at him, eyes snapping in warning. "Jareth…."

Laughing, Jareth moved the crystal back into her view. With a mock frown he sighed heavily, "If you insist, Precious…. Think of where you want to go and we'll go."

And go they had, as apparently this time, Sarah managed to avoid imagining herself and Jareth in any more compromising positions, and had in fact, forced herself to think of her favorite diner.

They arrived behind the diner and Sarah surprised Jareth by taking his hand and boldly leading him into the building through the kitchen door at the back.

"Peaches!" rumbled a burly, bearded man with a heavy accent as he greeted them, completely comfortable with the fact that she was dragging a strange man into the dining area through the kitchen entrance. "The usual?"

" 'morning Kosi," Sarah grinned, briefly placing a light kiss upon the older Greek man's cheek. "Two of my specials. Extra bacon on one."

Jareth was at first offended by the fact that Sarah kissed the other man, until he saw the man blush and look fondly at her, as a motherly grey haired woman came up, briefly sliding her arms around Kosi before greeting Sarah.

"Hi Sugar. Figured you'd be along this morning after the night you had," laughed the woman, her pale green eyes shining merrily.

"Um…so you heard about that, Una?" Sarah's face flushed brightly as her gaze dropped.

"Uh-huh. A bunch of the frat boys ended up here after the party broke up around 4am. Kept hearing stories about 'Sarah,' some dare involving a banana, and a heated body shots match. Not to mention they kept talking about some mysterious guy," Una said, glancing at Jareth with an appraising gaze. "So, I put two and two together and figured you'd be along for your favorite comfort-food brekkie. Just didn't think you'd be bringing a…friend with you," she teased, nodding her head in Jareth's direction.

Blushing further, Sarah didn't answer, merely grabbing Jareth's hand and dragging him toward the door, Una calling after them, "Don't think you're off the hook yet, missy!"

Jareth took everything in as Sarah led him into the diner. Being a Sunday morning it was crowded, the sounds of china and silverware clinking rhythmically amidst the wavelike hum of many people talking at once. Weaving through the crowded restaurant, Sarah settled him into a corner booth and slid in next to him. Without a word, she tugged a pair of dark sunglasses out of her purse and sighed blissfully as she covered her eyes to block out the bright rays piercing the windows that surrounded the diner. Leaning in close, Jareth brushed his lips across her cheek, mindful of the pain she must be in. Being used to drinking goblin ale, the tequila had no effect on him, however he could clearly see that Sarah was struggling.

You were a right bastard teasing her so much when she is hurting, scolded his inner-voice, the truth of the statement making him cringe.

…I'll make it up to her…

As well you should.

Even his libido felt cowed by the fact that she was in pain.

Relaxing, Sarah leaned against Jareth, her head falling upon his shoulder. She had only thought to be comfortable, and was surprised when her shifted her body and his fingers found her temples. Sarah sighed deeply as tiny rushes of magic chased the pain from her face and eyes.

"You don't have to," she murmured, her eyes shutting at the heavenly feeling of his hands on her face.

His lips once more found her ear, tenderly caressing it as he whispered, "I want to, love. Let me do this for you."

"Hmm….keep touching me like that and you could do just about anything to me," she muttered, feeling the pain recede further as her limbs turned to jelly at his gentle touch.

A low chuckle swirled around her. She felt him smile against her cheek. "Had I known that merely touching you was the key to having my way with you, I would have done that the night you approached me in the library."

Sarah blushed, laughing softly. "You don't give up, do you?"

"When it comes to you, Precious….never."

"Good," she whispered, lost in the delicious sensation of his hands upon her face, leaving her libido and inner-voice speechless at her simple statement.

Before Jareth could fully consider the implications of what she had just said, their quiet embrace was interrupted by the arrival of their food.

"Two orders – Jareth's Revenge," commented the older woman, sliding two steaming platters in front of Sarah and Jareth.

"Two what?" asked Jareth raising an eyebrow in question as he looked from Sarah to the other woman and back again.

Giggling, Sarah waved a hand at Jareth, "Una meet Jareth. Jareth…Una. She and Kosi own the diner."

Jareth nodded at Una, smiling at the surprise on her face.

"Ahh…the infamous Jareth," she laughed. Seeing a table of frat boys waving their empty coffee mugs at her, Una patted Sarah's shoulder with a smile. "I'll leave Sarah to explain your brekkie. I have to keep the boys in the back full of coffee or else they will barge into the kitchen and pester Kosi for it."

Sliding a platter in front of Jareth, Sarah grinned before attacking her own large platter of food. Jareth eyed the platter in front of him, taking in the triple-stack of pancakes layered with thick slices of bacon and what appeared to be peach jam. With a sly smirk, Sarah cut into the stack of pancakes in front of her, then held the bite up to Jareth.

"Go on…give it a try. I invented the dish and it has become their best-selling weekend breakfast," Sarah urged, watching his face intently as he leaned forward and took the offered bite. "Buttermilk pancakes, with smoked maple bacon slices and my own recipe for peach compote."

Jareth accepted the fork, his eyes narrowing in confusion as he savored the combination. "Hmm…it tastes like…." His eyes opened wide in surprise as he licked his lips, a shocked look on his face. "But how?"

Sarah's face lit up in triumph, practically bouncing in her seat as she replied, "It tastes like the peach you had Hoggle give me."

Taking another bite, Jareth shook his head, "But that isn't possible… they don't grow here," he looked at her, before cutting another bite.

Smiling tenderly at him, Sarah explained as they ate, although he found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on the story while the silk of his shirt caressed her bare flesh.

"The first time I felt the craving was several weeks after I returned with Toby. I wanted peaches, so badly I thought I would die if I couldn't have them. I tried fresh peaches, canned, poached, jams, jellies and even preserves but none of them tasted right. They all were lifeless and dull, as if they had no color to them. Eventually, I stopped eating peaches all together. I mean, why bother if they didn't taste right and only made the craving worse?" she said with a shrug, her emerald eyes gazing off into the distance as she spoke, lost in her own memory.

"But the craving didn't go away. It was always there. Whenever I would think of the Labyrinth, my friends, my run or…or…" Sarah blushed, dropping her eyes to the platter in front of her, "even you…the craving would take off again. At times it tormented me to the point where I couldn't stand to eat anything else. Karen nearly had me hospitalized once because I refused to eat anything but peaches for an entire week."

Pausing, Jareth set aside his fork, frowning at the young woman beside him. With a gentle touch of her cheek, Sarah turned to look at him for the first time since beginning her story, her face flushed yet her eyes spoke of a yearning sadness that he had not seen before.

"Sarah," he said, the sound of his quiet voice seeming to blot out the noise of the diner until she heard only him, his words and quiet breathing, "Why didn't you call upon me, or your friends. Why suffer needlessly when we would have helped?"

Looking thoughtful, Sarah picked up a crispy slice of bacon and bit into it, savoring the smoky taste in contrast to the exotically spiced peaches.

"I didn't know if Hoggle or Sir Didymus could or would help me with getting more of the peaches. I thought maybe they were something that only you had access too and…well… we didn't exactly leave things on the best of terms so I didn't really feel I could just ask you for more peaches. Besides, I was afraid the craving was some kind of continued trap and I couldn't…." she sighed, returning to her food.

"You couldn't let me win…." He continued for her.

Sarah nodded, giving him a sheepish smile.

"So, after Karen threatened me with the hospital, I decided that my best bet would be to find some way to make our peaches taste as much like the peach you gave me as I could. It became an obsession. Took me the better part of two years, but I finally found a combination that worked. Turns out the trick is to cook an Aboveground peach with a touch of red chili, honey and cinnamon."

Jareth smiled and nodded as he ate, amazed at how close she had come to the taste of the peaches that grew in the Goblin Kingdom. She really did keep surprising him, although the fact that she craved Goblin Kingdom peaches so much was a mystery.

…She should have forgotten all about the peach once she was home. Why did the taste affect her so? He mused, listening to her story.

"It go so that whenever I was feeling lost or sad, I would make this particular meal. It always made me feel better somehow. Then when I came to university, I was feeling really lost a couple of weeks into my first semester and I found my way to this diner. Una and Kosi were so welcoming and nice, that I asked if Kosi would cook a special dish for me. Comfort food, you know?" she asked, an almost bashful smile teasing her lips as she looked at him for confirmation. When he nodded, she continued. "I gave him a jar of my special jam and he made the dish. Some other people sitting near me that morning thought it looked good and asked if they could try it too. It became a hit. So I started coming in once a month to make a huge batch of my jam for them to use in the dish. After a month or so, Kosi wanted to put it on the menu and they asked what it was called. Without thinking I told them it was called 'Jareth's Revenge'…and the name stuck."

Sarah slid the last of her bacon around the syrup and peach juices that littered her now empty platter, before popping the bite into her mouth.

"Since it was you who made sure I ate the peach and with the way I kept craving more of that taste, it seemed like you were getting your revenge," she smiled sheepishly. "Even if it wasn't really your fault."

Pushing away his now empty plate, Jareth tucked her back into his arms, his chin resting lightly against the top of her head as he considered all she had told him.

"No, Precious. The craving is not something I planned or did consciously. In fact, once you returned home, you should have forgotten the taste of the peach and only remembered it as a ordinary tasting peach. I have no explanation for why you didn't. And the craving is a mystery. I have never heard of that happening, but then again, once runners return home I never have contact with them again."

Lost in thought, Jareth absent-mindedly ran his fingers over her arm, eliciting a low purr of contentment from Sarah. Flicking his tongue along the shell of her ear, he purred back at her with a smile, "I'm glad you found a way to satisfy the craving. However, should it return, you have but to ask and I will ensure that you are never left without that which you desire, Precious. No matter what that may be."

Sarah's libido squealed joyfully and melted into a hormonal puddle, while her inner-voice purred with delight – something it had never done before. Sarah shivered in his arms as the meaning struck home.

"You want to know something else, Jareth?" she asked quietly, giving a relaxed sigh as she melted further into his arms.

"Hmm?"

"It only just struck me that whenever I crave those peaches, the feeling of being lost is almost like being homesick…which is so odd. I mean, the Labyrinth isn't my home, so why would the craving and that feeling go together?" Sarah mused, sipping her coffee as she listened to his quiet breathing, the gentle rise and fall of his chest mesmerizing her.

Listening to her quiet rumination, Jareth finally realized why she was craving the peaches, a realization that shook him to his core with the meaning of it.

…She will never believe me…. he thought ruefully.

But you have to tell her, insisted his inner-voice. She has a right to know what has happened.

It might make her choose to stay. Or at least visit more often? Suggested his libido, sounding hopeful.

…I can only hope….

Pulling himself from his own thoughts, Jareth's fingers sought her chin, gently turning Sarah's face toward him, his lips caressing her own, a faint tinge of peaches and chili's burning between them.

"Now then, Precious… Breakfast has been eaten. Hangover drugs and coffee have been taken. Shall we return to what we were doing before you demanded food and finally put to rest of the teasing and promises of last night? Afterall, I should very much like to witness what you were doing early this morning, without the blanket this time…."

Sarah felt her face grow hot and laughed, the sound a sultry purr as she settled herself once more in his embrace. She trembled as the hand that was wrapped at her hip in a warm, yet reassuringly possessive manner slid upward, lightly teasing the side of her breast with only the thin silk of the shirt separating his powerful fingers from her heated flesh.

Swallowing hard against the lump that rose suddenly in her throat, Sarah gasped.

"Not so fast, Goblin King. Before you distract me any further with taunts, teasing and more promises of sensual delights, there is the not insignificant issue of this fantasy fulfillment that must be addressed. I don't want any more trick or surprises," she chuckled, gently elbowing him in the ribs at her words. "And you do seem to love throwing surprises at me."

"Give me the chance, Pet and I will fill your years with surprises of all types," he murmured, his strong fingers splaying along her ribs, thumb caressing her skin through the silk as he considered her words. "Well Dearest, you could just tell me what fantasy you would like me to fulfill, then we could head to the castle and take care of it."

At this Sarah laughed louder. Sitting up, she spun toward him, her emerald eyes dancing mischievously; oblivious to the jealous looks she was getting from a table of nearby girls.

"You are assuming that my fantasy can be fulfilled in your castle, as well as assuming that I even want to return to the Underground with you in the first place," Sarah countered, giving him a sly smirk. "I might have a much more mundane fantasy. Besides, that assumes I can decide which fantasy of mine that I want you to fulfill."

Jareth raised an eyebrow and looked at her, a devilish grin breaking over his face as he captured her lips once more, his voice rasping with desire when he spoke. "Hmm…so you have had more than one fantasy about me, Precious?"

Blushing Sarah protested, "I didn't say that."

He chuckled darkly as her eyes darted away from his piercing gaze as if trying to escape. "Your eyes give you away, love," he purred knowingly. Pulling her back into his arms, he whispered low in her ear, "For you, Darling Sarah, I would be willing to extend the terms of the agreement to more than one fantasy. Merely say the word and you can have every fantasy fulfilled, as many times as you wish."

Frustrated with the needy sound of her own voice, Sarah panted, "We're getting side-tracked again, Jareth. One fantasy of mine for one of yours. That was the deal."

"But, Sarah…" he began, silenced only when she placed a finger over his lips, fingers he promptly sucked into his mouth and began to caress with his velvet tongue, running over their length and wrapping around them in a sensual massage of liquid warmth.

"Gah!" whimpered her libido and inner-voice, doing an impressive imitation of a goldfish as they gawped, lost in the delicious sensation of his mouth and tongue on her fingers.

For her part, Sarah moaned, the sound arcing sharply into Jareth's chest, making his skin burn heatedly with an ardor that surprised him.

"You know that I would turn the world upside down for you, Precious," he whispered urgently, his hand moving upward, gently cupping the slope of her breast, as her eyes slid shut.

Sarah gasped, remembering where they were and realizing that she was in grave danger of losing the entire war of lust and desire. The feeling of his hand tenderly caressing her made her mind short out, until all that was left was the electric feel of his magic dancing over her skin and into her very cells until it had consumed her whole.

With her last measure of self-preservation, Sarah finally found her voice once more. "One fantasy, Jareth. Let's start with one for one," she managed to gasp, struggling to get control of her body as it threatened to mutiny in favor of submitting to Jareth's oh-so-tempting-gotta-have-it-please-don't-ever-stop touch.

Jareth growled his frustration, his hand never stopping it's seductive caressing of her ribs and the underside of her breasts, knowing the sensation would keep her on edge.

"Very well, Pet," he nodded, his free hand conjuring a crystal under the table where only Sarah could see it. "Take the crystal, love."

Reaching out, Sarah took the crystal from his hand and gasped as it turned into a delicate silver chain that ended with a small crystal pendant. Jareth plucked the necklace from her hand and tenderly fastened it around her neck.

"Since you chose not to nominate a fantasy, neither will I. We shall let the Labyrinth choose for us." Turning Sarah toward him once more, Jareth held her pendant next to his own horned emblem of office, the two pendants pulsing with a soothing white light as they touched. "Searching our hearts and minds, between now and midnight on Halloween, the Labyrinth will determine our heart's deepest desire and when the time is right, will set the stage for our fantasy to be fulfilled. All we have to do is accept it."

Sarah's fingers lightly touched the glowing crystal pendant, before looking into his piercing eyes as they seemed to see into her heart. Seeing a flash of concern and distrust creep into her emerald eyes, Jareth kissed her, a teasing smirk lighting up his eyes.

"And just for you, my distrustful minx, I have set a four-hour time limit for each fantasy. At the end of that time, no matter where the fantasy itself takes place, you will be returned to your room and I to mine, and I will be unable to return Above to you for an additional four hours after that. So you have no reason to accuse me of trying to force you to remain anywhere. Does that meet with your standards of 'fair play', Pet?"

Grinning, Sarah nodded.

Leaning in close to her, his teeth tugged sharply on her earlobe, making her arch toward him in a delightfully wanton manner.

"Of course, regardless of what fantasy the Labyrinth chooses, I am still waiting to hear what your first fantasy of us entailed," he teased, a hand dragging slowly from her knee upward, creeping under the hem of her skirt to linger insistently upon her thigh, as long fingers lightly grazed the tender inner flesh.

Sarah whimpered at the touch, the feel of his fingers enflaming her further.

"In your dreams, Goblin King."

"Oh Pet, I would be only too happy to tell you my dreams of you, if only to watch you blush, squirm and pant at the very idea of what I would do to you," he murmured, his eyes gone dark with the desire that seemed to burn beneath his skin. "In the end, Precious I have only one true fantasy and I know you will fulfill it."

Drinking in his words, Sarah felt her stomach flutter painfully, her mind lost with dark images of just what his dreams for her might entail. Her libido was frantic as it flipped through all of the dark, sensual scenarios that it had created over the years, while her inner-self wondered just how much darker Jareth's fantasies might be. Without thinking she heard herself pant, the morbid curiosity and need evident in the throaty sound of her own voice, "What is that?"

"My greatest wish…." he whispered, his voice deep, seeping into her very soul. "Is to hear you beg…Beg for my lips…Beg for my touch…Beg…For release…Over and over…Begging me. Never. To. Let. Go."

And as her body trembled at his words, Sarah's inner walls crumbled; her resistance reduced to dust, releasing the torrent of desire and lust that she had so carefully hidden away. Sarah whimpered as the flood of lust washed over her, one word echoing from within the depths of her soul.

"Yes."

NEXT CHAPTER: SARAH'S FANTASY!

A/N: Okay gang…we are in the home stretch now…so prepare for LOTS of lemons, steaminess and all the good stuff. You've been so patient, so I'm going to reward you lots in the next 2-3 chapters! Just remember that writing lemons totally stresses me out, so bear with me as I fight my way to write the next couple of chapters to end this thing. :)