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Epilogue – 6 Weeks Later

Jareth leaned against the railing of his balcony, the marble-like sheen of his pale chest tempered by the black silk pants that slung low on his hips. The evening breeze danced around his lithe form, dragging and pulling against the wisps of feathery hair. Far below him lay the Goblin City, silent except for odd bits of drunken song that floated through the door of the Black Pullet Tavern. With an amused smirk, Jareth turned from the balcony and sidled across the floor, his bare feet padding quietly over the stones.

The King was happy, not that he would admit it to his subjects. But the people who mattered knew. And they knew why.

Sarah. The Champion of the Labyrinth. The girl who ate the peach and forgot everything except what was most important. The girl who stole his heart then cast him aside without a thought.

Sarah, would be his Queen.

They had decided on a Beltaine wedding, five months away, an auspicious date by the Fae calendar.

Humming to himself, Jareth settled into bed, propping a leather-bound volume on his knee, he began to read. His quiet humming barely audible over the sound of the fire crackling in the great stone hearth, Jareth lost himself in the book until a tinkling chime sounded from the Queen's Chambers. He looked up in surprise as his beloved stepped through the door between their rooms.

The brunette entered his chambers, the silk of her sapphire robe rustling around her legs as she moved. Without a word she approached the bed, her soft lips pressing a gentle kiss upon him before curling up next to him, a contented sigh slipping past her lips at the feeling of his warm arms enfolding her.

"Hello, Love," Jareth murmured, his voice a velvet embrace to her senses. "I wasn't expecting you until tomorrow."

Shrugging, Sarah nestled herself closer to him. "My exams finished early, so I told Dad that I was going away for a long weekend with friends before heading home for the holidays. I didn't think you'd mind."

"Mind? Of course not, Precious. If I had my way you would never leave in the first place," he laughed, tracing a path of heated kisses over her cheekbones and jaw.

With another kiss, Sarah entwined her fingers in his, then rose from the bed, "Come for a walk with me, Jareth. I'm craving peaches and want to sit with you in the garden."

"Anything for you, Sarah mine. You have only to ask."

The two lovers strolled hand in hand through the quiet castle, each lost in their own thoughts. Reaching the hidden doorway that led to the King's private gardens, Jareth smiled warmly at his love, watching as the doorway responded to her touch. He had not shown her how to access the garden, yet the door knew she belonged there. Silently he followed her into the garden, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the moonlight that illuminated the lush foliage. Breathing deeply of the crisp night air, Jareth's eyes shut as he drank in the heady scent of night jasmine that hung heavily upon the air.

When his eyes opened, he stopped cold, his gaze drawn to the sacred tree.

As Sarah continued her walk across the garden, the tree began to shimmer and glow, the glow growing until the tree seemed to shiver. Before his eyes a mass of peach blossoms exploded upon the tree, filling the garden with their sweet scent. Then just as suddenly as the blossoms erupted, the tree sprang to life once more as peach after peach burst forth, hanging heavily from the branches, their golden hued flesh fairly dripping nectar.

With a sly smile, Sarah walked to the tree and reached up, a quick twist of her hand pulling a ripe peach into her hand. Before she could turn around, Jareth was there, his arms wrapping around her and pulling her to him. Jareth's fingers tenderly caressed her jaw, lifting her face toward him.

"Sarah? Is there something you'd like to tell me?"

Sarah smiled, her teeth sinking into the luscious fruit with a soft crunch, a pearly drop of nectar sliding down her chin. The nectar still on her lips, Sarah leaned up on tiptoe and tenderly kissed him, her tongue slipping sensually past his lips to tease his. Groaning, Jareth sucked her tongue into his mouth, savoring the sweet taste of peaches and the warmth of her body as it pressed against him.

Breaking the kiss, Sarah looked at him, her green eyes shining happily as she took his hand in hers and placed it over her belly.

"Looks like another of your dreams is coming true," she whispered, watching in awe as a look of utter contentment and joy shone from within him.

"When?"

"Oh…eight months, give or take," she laughed, jade eyes dancing merrily at the look on his face.

Without a word, Jareth picked her up, spinning her through the royal gardens, his joyful shout ringing out over the Goblin City. Losing himself in her kiss once more, neither the King nor the Queen (to be) saw the walls of the Labyrinth come to life in a riot of peach blossoms.

~~Fin~~

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