Jareth helped Sarah up and brushed off her clothes a bit, sighing. The girl was a mess, twigs and bugs in her hair and yet she was still the most beautiful woman Jareth had ever seen. She looked into his eyes and smiled and he couldn't help smiling back, as though they were the only two people in the world. Finally she had gotten through these challenges.

Finally they could be wed and have all of eternity together. His heart raced as he thought of their wedding night and all the nights after that would come for them each would be better than the last, he would make certain of it. He leaned into her, intent on kissing her until neither of them could breathe, then he heard a discreet cough. Blast, not even a little kiss yet.

"Grandmother, I present the new Queen of Wishes," he said, never taking his eyes off of Sarah. Rinna looked as though she wanted to laugh but admirably only nodded at the couple. She walked over to Sarah and spoke in a loud voice.

"Sarah Williams, look at me," Rinna commanded. Sarah did so and for the first time, realized how many people were staring at her. She swallowed, embarassed and hid her face in her hands. Rinna hid a smile as Sarah tried not to make eye contact with anyone. Jareth hugged her to him and chuckled softly.

"I'm not really at my best right now," Sarah muttered and the Fey nobility laughed in sympathy. They all remembered Crimson and thought this Champion quite determined if she'd bested the surly throne. "Perhaps I could clean up?"

"Of course, Precious," Jareth grinned. "We are given one hour to prepare ourselves for your coronation. I'll see to your needs - personally."

Before Sarah could protest or even ask what that meant, they were back in the Goblin Castle, in a large bathroom with a sunken in tub gilded in gold, big enough for five people. Steam rose from the bubbles and the scent was distinctly peach. Sarah arched a brow at the size of the tub before turning to Jareth.

"Thank you. I can take it from here." He smirked and casually waved a hand. Her clothes were gone and she was immersed in the hot soapy water up to the tops of her breasts. He started to remove his clothing and she frowned in pretended shock at his actions.

"Just what do you think you are doing?" Sarah's eyes were alive with amusement and the beginnings of passion. The look did not go unnoticed by her king. He stripped slowly, not meeting her eyes. This was really too easy.

"I did hug you and became quite filthy, we both need to bathe and this is quite efficient use of our time," he drawled, slowly sliding into the water with her. He pulled her into his arms and immediately dunked her under the foamy bathwater. Sarah came back up, sputtering obscenities at Jareth, who only laughed and did it again.

"Jareth," she spat, "not funny."

Jareth calmly washed the muck out of her hair as he hooked a leg around her waist to keep her from escaping him.

"Precious, trust me - funny is not what I'm going for right now. As much as I adore you, you are a mess and it is my duty to make you presentable for your coronation. And our wedding."

"I am perfectly capable of - what? Our wedding?" Sarah turned to stare at him, soap dripping down the sides of her face. He nodded, running his hands through her hair, rinsing the shampoo out gently.

"Yes. Wedding. As in you and I are wed. Surely this is not a surprise?" His eyebrow raised in question and he looked so imperious that she giggled.

"You've never asked me to marry you." Her green eyes shone with mischief.

"It was implied."

"It was assumed."

"Perhaps. But that does not make it any less of a fact."

"Maybe I'm not ready for marriage. Maybe I want to be queen on my own for awhile. Throw a few balls, meet a few - people. Are all Fey males as handsome as you are?"

He growled low in his throat and pulled her into his arms again, making her gasp.

"Do not think to mock me, woman." She wriggled onto the lower half of his body and his breath came out in a heated rush. She smirked.

"Or you'll what, exactly? Tie me up? Been there, done that. You'll have to prove you're worthy of my - attention. Maybe I bore easily. Maybe I need proper stimulation to stick around for an eternity with you." She laughed at his look of outrage. "Jareth, most women expect an actual proposal. Not a royal decree."

His eyes narrowed. "You, my dear, are in need of some reminders of just who is the crowned king and who has yet to be queened."

"Then queen me already," she purred, turning in his arms to straddle him. He gasped as she rubbed against him slowly, kissing his throat, licking and biting his ear until he was breathing hard, struggling not to take control.

"You're going to be trouble for me, aren't you?" he moaned, as her hands slowly made their way from his shoulders, down his back to pull him closer to her. Positioning herself just right, she lowered her body onto his, watching his eyes widen at her boldness.

"For the rest of our lives," she promised, pulling his head to hers for a scorching kiss. Her tongue coaxed his into life and he returned the kiss with a level of need that shocked them both. His kiss took over hers and suddenly they were in his bed, twisting and writhing together in a blaze of passion that lit up the realms outside like fireworks.

"You will marry me," he hissed, biting a breast. Sarah wished a pair of handcuffs and quickly chained his hands to the headboard before he realized what she was up to, her mouth making its way down his chest to bite an inner thigh. He yelped in surprise and twisted his hips upwards, trying to grab her with his legs. She easily eluded him and grinned down into his angry scowl.

"Not unless you actually propose. And I actually accept. Until then, I suppose I'm a free agent. What was the name of that cousin of yours I danced with at Morgan's wedding? He was kind of cute. I think you might have some competition."

"Cute? You'd dare even joke about something like that? You are my woman, Sarah - my queen and no one else will ever touch you!" His growls of frustration were building on her overwhelming desire for his touch, and she licked around his erection, without actually placing her mouth on his blatant need for her.

"Still not getting it," she teased, running her hands down his legs as her mouth inched closer to his need. "I haven't heard a reason I should think we're getting married."

"Sarah, release me at once. We're going to be late and - oh Sarah," he groaned as she finally took him into her hot, wet mouth, sucking hard. Her mouth was around him, over him, nibbling and teasing as her hands stroked his hot flesh, bringing him to a raging madness that only being inside of her could release.

"Marry me," he rasped and the restraints came off of him. He grabbed her and entered her swiftly as it was her turn to gasp.

"Closer - but not quite - right," she panted, slamming her hips up to meet his.

"Sarah, please, I love you," he growled as her legs drew him closer, her wet heat engulfing him. "Please, marry me and I'll give you everything."

"You already give me everything, yes - yes I will marry you, Jareth - king of my - heart, my dreams."

They came together in a rush of magic and desire, each secretly acknowledging that their dreams had indeed come true.