Jareth came into Sarah's room during the night and watched her sleep. Edging towards the bed, he did his best to be silent, even though he knew she was deep in dreams. She now looked fourteen, they way she had when they'd first met and his heart caught in his throat. He gently brushed hair back from her face and stared at her, feeling like he was looking at a treasure he did not deserve. In his entire long life, he'd never been so enchanted with anyone as he'd been with her and he had been a fool for not telling her sooner. No, he'd played the villain and had almost lost her due to pride and smugness.

In a few hours, she'd be adult again and he'd wake her with a kiss. Then he would hold her until he could find the words to tell her how much he loved her. His brave,sweet Sarah, willing to fight trolls and bad kings for someone who had treated her so badly. But that was Sarah, she was love personified and she was his.He bit back a sob of relief that she was there with him and not imprisoned or worse by Famish. She could have been killed and he'd never have gotten over it. He had been so frantic trying to find her that he'd gone to her old apartment instead of her new house. Then he'd blindly searched old boyfriends - illogical, but when was love logical.

He'd admitted to her that the High Queen Rayven was his stepmother. He never really thought of his own mother often, the queen had raised he and his brother since they were infants. His mother had been a warm, beautiful water sprite, killed in one of the early battles with Famish. His father had been left with two small boys to raise and Rayven had appeared to them one day bringing light and happiness to them again. Just like Sarah had done for Jareth when he'd despaired of ever finding love. Life really did seem to run in circles at times, he thought, sitting on the edge of the bed.

He wondered briefly what kind of father he would be someday and smiled. To become a father would mean many long hours in bed with his wife. The spell was fading rapidly, she now looked eighteen, in less than an hour she would be her actual age again and then he would be very angry with her for not using the damn stone when he'd told her to, and well - she'd have to be very sorry before he let her out of that bed again. He smiled, stroking her hair. He was such a fool for her.

Sarah sighed in her sleep and whispered his name. He grinned, even now when she did not yet remember their love, she dreamt of him. Her memories would return completely when she was her chronological age, so perhaps it was better she was asleep. He did not wish to hear her tell him how he had no power over her. He'd have to show her how wrong she was and that would probably not end well.

"Jareth?" She seemed more awake now and opened her eyes, glaring at him in the night. "What the hell are you doing in my bedroom?"

"Actually, you are in one of my bedrooms and your memory is a bit fuzzy. Give it time."

"Time - what did you do - kidnap me?" She started to get up and held her head. "I'm dizzy. Did you drug me again?"

"Again? Sarah that peach was not drugged, we do not drug people here - it was simply enchanted by your own desire for me." Her eyes narrowed and he swallowed quickly. True though his words were, they would not be appreciated right now. "If you'd simply relax, I can explain."

Sarah stood up, knocking him off the bed and ran to the door. His arms quickly were around her waist and she found herself underneath him on the large bed, struggling to escape. He easily pinned her and grinned at her squirming.

"Let. Me. Go," she hissed and he shook his head.

"Sorry Precious," he said, "I can't ever do that again. I love you." Her eyes grew wide and she stilled.

"You what?" He could feel her pulse race as he held her wrists over her head and his fangs lengthened. She stared up at him, mesmerized, watching his eyes darken. A bolt of heat shot through her belly and she felt her body melt into the mattress.

"I said I love you. Eternally, blissfully, with every fiber of my being." He dipped his head and kissed her throat, and she closed her eyes, panting softly as her mind tried to understand what was happening. "I desire your body, I respect your mind, I worship your soul. You are my every pain and my only pleasure. And I've missed showing you just how much you mean to me." His kisses on her throat made her gasp, as her memories slowly returned. His hands released her wrists and went to hold her face still as he kissed her lips gently. Sarah's arms came around to hold him tightly and he moaned as her hands wandered his body slowly.

"Sarah," he rasped, "you are my angel. Tell me you remember, tell me you love me as I love you." His fingers slid under the nightgown she wore, caressing her inner thighs as she bit back a sob of passion. "Tell me you are mine, Sarah before I die from the wanting of you."

"Jareth, I love you," she sighed, memories finally intact. "I will always love you." He grinned down at her in the moonlight and she shivered as he worked his fingers past her panties to stroke her gently. She bit her lower lip, closing her eyes. The fingers moved slowly - too slowly and she moved her hips to increase the friction. He pinched her clit roughly and she gasped his name.

"You remember our love?" he asked her sternly. She nodded.

"You admit you are mine own for all eternity?" Again, a simple nod. "And you also remember that I asked you to use a certain wishing stone to bring you all back safely. Do you remember that you instead ignored my command and ran straight into an encounter with Famish?" She nodded, panting, straining to get him to enter her with his long, tapered fingers.

"Then you will understand my actions," he hissed as her clothes disappeared and he flipped her over his knee, spanking her hard. She cried out from the shock of it, struggling to get away. He merely increased the slaps to her exposed behind, relishing her pleas for mercy. His right hand would spank as his left held her wrists tightly behind her back. Soon his fingers would enter her roughly from behind, sliding from her perfect rear into her core. He repeated this torture a few more times until she was crying for release. He snapped his fingers and she was bound to the headboard, vulnerable to his attack. He tickled her ruthlessly, watching her gasp for breath before taking a breast into his mouth, sucking and biting.

"Jareth, please - stop," she begged.

"You could have died, Sarah - damn your stubborness, you must learn to obey me," he growled, biting a breast, delighting in her moan.

"I will not obey you when I have a mind of my own, Jareth - you will - have to trust me," she hissed, arching into his touch, glaring at him like the queen she was.

He merely glared back at her and continued the punishment, kissing every exposed bit of flesh, losing his anger with every kiss, every caress of her flesh. He released her from her bonds and she threw him back onto the mattress, mounting him fiercely, riding him wildly, screaming his name even as he screamed hers. They were crazed, they were powerful. Each heartbeat from one joined into the heartbeat of the other, binding them in a mad rush of passion until finally, they crashed together in a heap of tangled limbs and shaky breaths.

"I love you Jareth," she sighed, running her hands over his body as he shivered under her loving touch. He kissed her gently, covering them both with a blanket and settling into sleep.

"As I love you, my Sarah," he answered. Holding each other tightly, the two lovers fell into a healing, thankful sleep together.