Doug knew the moment he saw Sarah that something was different about her. Her wavy dark hair, so often pinned back from her face was cascading down her back, caressing the low cut back of her dark red dress. The front of the dress wasn't that tame either, accentuating her breasts in a way that made him forget they were just friends. She seemed to radiate sexiness and he had to swallow hard to get the lewd thoughts out of his mind.

She walked over to him slowly, her movements carefully orchestrated to show off the sway of her hips, the swell of her breasts pushing against the thin, soft fabric of her dress.

"Doug, you came," she purred, wrapping her slender arms around his waist. "I've been so patiently waiting."

"How much have you had to drink?" he asked, eyeing the wine glass. Sarah had never been much of a drinker in college, she'd always said it made her see owls and glitter. She was strange at times, but he supposed most artistic types were.

She leaned back in his embrace and stared up at him, a hint of lust in her gaze. The fires were blazing in her now, the need for touch, for completion. She felt giddy, like her world was falling down and all she could see was Jareth. She closed her eyes and forced herself to not think about him, but it was so hard. She wanted him so badly and he'd tossed her aside like garbage.

"Only three, but don't worry - I'm still up to anything." At her last word, she'd squeezed his waist, bringing them even closer together. He bit his lip, she was obviously impaired but the urge to kiss her that had stayed with him through school was flaring up again. He leaned in and took her lips gently, caressing them as if he was afraid she'd back away. She purred again and bit his lower lip, chuckling as his moan drifted between them like an old friend.

"Sarah," He backed away from her a bit and she pouted. "What's going on? This isn't you."

"Oh it's me all right," she said, flashing back to Jareth and the little trollop who was probably in his bed right now. "And it's time I started taking what I wanted instead of wishing happiness for everyone around me. An old friend told - told me that," she said, stumbling over her words. "And I - think he's right. So - I'm taking. You got a problem with that?"

"None at all," he smiled, silently thanking whatever friend had told Sarah to kiss him. She nodded, a bit unsteady but proud of the fact that she could still focus.

"Good, let's get room service - in your room. Then you can kiss me again."

He couldn't believe his ears. He'd wanted her for so long and she was just throwing herself at him. All those times he told her that it was fine they were just friends, it hadn't been a lie exactly, but oh he never dreamed. Stop thinking, he told himself. Kiss her again. And so he did.

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Jareth's brother Morgan came whistling into the dining hall and kissed Genevieve. His bride was beautiful and he was thrilled that Jareth was allowing them to marry.

So much darkness had been part of their lives, but Jareth had seemed almost happy since his runner won the Labyrinth. Everyone had thought he'd be furious at losing, but the Goblin King had been proud of his Sarah.

Morgan smiled at his brother and raised a glass. "Good evening, sire."

"Good evening, dear brother. Getting nervous? I hear Genevieve has many plans for your wedding night." Morgan choked on his wine as his beloved laughed.

"I'm always nervous around a beautiful woman. You never know just what they are planning as they seduce you."

Jareth thought of Sarah and smiled. "You are quite right, brother. Women are magic even if they don't realize it."

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Jareth lay in bed alone, as he did every night. Everything was quiet, and he stretched, thinking on his plans. Soon however, he felt phantom arms around him. Doug you came. I've been so patiently waiting.

He sat up, confused. Who was Doug and why was Sarah holding him? He felt her lips on his, ghosting over him like satin. Sarah was kissing someone. Someone who wasn't him. He glared at the thought. How dare she do this to her king? And who was Doug?

Good let's get room service - in your room. Then you can kiss me again.

Jareth growled. His woman was touching someone else and mocking him through their connection. A connection they should not have this early in their bonding. He stood up, enraged, heading towards his needed to see just who Sarah thought to kiss.

A flood of passion overwhelmed him and he almost fell to the floor. Her mouth was lower now, around him, swirling, licking, teasing and his groans of pleasure roared throughout the bedchamber. What was she doing? She was killing him with this madness.

Jareth, her voice called to him, Jareth please.

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"Jareth, please," Sarah moaned and was surprised when Doug moved off of her.

"Jareth? Who's Jareth?" he demanded. Sarah sat on the bed, shocked at his question. Why was he bringing up Jareth?

"He's - nobody," she panted, reaching for him. Doug shook his head.

"I should have known you were hurting for someone, you never looked at me once in school like a lover. Get dressed Sarah, I'll call you a cab."

"But," she couldn't finish the sentence. And somewhere in the back of her mind, she heard a distinctly evil chuckle growing louder with each passing moment.

She'd kill him.