Sarah checked herself once more in the mirror. Was that her? The reflection followed her movements, but it still didn't feel real enough. The silver nails on her fingers, the blue blush on her cheeks, the marvelous black dress hugging her waist very tightly. Well, maybe marvelous wasn't the word to describe the unique lacy extravagance. The device hung off her shoulders with a ribbon sleeve on her right arm which wrapped all the way down to her wrist. The corset part was a dark silver, shimmering against the black, that reached out with elegant, long spikes to the floor. The bottom was different layers of black lace folded on top of one another to form a full skirt. Black strings were tied here and there to hold everything together—it seemed. Sarah loved it.

Her hair was full and curled with black ribbons dripping down from a single small bun on the top, back of her head. Her eyes were decorated in silver glitter starting heavy on her eyelids and slowly loosing intensity further across her face. Her eyelashes were thick, long, and curving higher than she though possible. Her lips were painted with a dull purple—Audra said if it was metallic, that would be too much sparkle. Her ears held heavy dull, diamonds dangling almost to her bare shoulders.

She held a mask in her hand, a black one with sliver streaks around the eyes, but she felt like she didn't need it. She was already someone else.

"Sarah, yer've ogled yourself long enough! You can't keep his highness waiting!" Audra was heard distantly in Sarah's mind, her eyes still wide in the mirror.

"Yes." she said slowly, "Yes, we mustn't keep his highness waiting."

Audra led Sarah to the stairs, which Sarah eyed nervously. "I don't know how I'm to walk about stairs in—" She gestured to the dress. "—this."

"Oh, lady Sarah, don't be a baby." Audra pushed Sarah down the stairs.

Sarah tried to fight off the uneasiness building within her. It was both dread and excitement. Fear and anticipation. Love and hate. She hadn't seen Jareth since that nice little talk they had, which had been days ago. Obviously, all she could think about was that impulsive kiss she had given him. She hadn't even thought about it. It just happened, like she always did it when she left him. She didn't even think about it until much later, that night, in her room. She was reliving the day, as she always did before she went to sleep—it used to be before she got high—and then, BAM! She flew from her pillows, hair flying rampant, heart pounding wildly. Did I seriously kiss him? An hour later, she had convinced herself, that it was nothing, just her acting like she was in love with him. She was just proving a point. Yeah, that was it. Just showing Mr. Put-Away-Your-Pride she wasn't all sobs and "Give back what you've stolen!"

Yeah, she told herself, he didn't think anything of it either. Which, didn't make her feel as better as she thought it should.

Luckily, they didn't have to walk far when Audra pulled Sarah out of the stair room.

She saw him first, just the back of him. His ensemble had a black ribbon sleeve as well, but he made it look masculine the way it wrapped around his muscle and down around his gloved fingers. She couldn't see his other arm, he must have been playing with something in his pocket. His back was adorned with a cape of strings—little, white feathers tied here and there. His hair was a mess, as usual, but as he turned, it seemed nearly planned the way it moved in charm across his face.

She took a breath at the rest of his appearance. His other arm—the one without the ribbon—was draped in a long tight sleeve, but Sarah didn't really see his arms. She was too focused on the jacket, profound as it was. It was silver, like her eyes, with lines of churning black reaching for his face from the bottom. The shoulders were broad and delicately spiked in the same fashion as the bottom of Sarah's corset. His collar was faintly opened revealing a bit of his neck and amulet, which clashed with the sliver. His pants were a shimmering black, tight as usual, with black boots coming up over his knee. His boots, though black, were laced with dark sliver ribbon starting at the bottom of his shoe and twining around his legs while coming up over the boots and to his pants' belt loops.

"You look lovely, Sarah." Jareth's voice was calm and roused. He held out his hand to her. "Auddie, you may leave us."

Audra watched Jareth, waiting for him to correct himself on her name. But then she saw something in her Goblin king as Sarah accepted his hand. She saw something dance in those dark, dangerous eyes of his when Sarah smiled. She saw something in the way he smiled back when Sarah's fingers tightened on his. She saw something. And that something made Audra leave the room quietly without anger and without correcting her king.

"You clean up well, Jareth, but you've always known that." Sarah tried to swallow her compliment back up.

Jareth didn't twitch. "Regardless, thank you for noticing." Her features softened. "I have something for you, to complete your outfit."

"Oh, wait." Sarah injected, "I was wondering about this mask." She held it up to him. "Should I wear it? I really don't know if all your balls are masquerades or what. But I mean this outfit and the makeup is so extravagant in itself that I wasn't sure exactly what we were the standards for your balls. I mean—"

Jareth placed a finger on her lips. Did she realize she was rambling? "No, the mask isn't necessary, for tonight." He took it from her eyeing it suspiciously. "Although, it is lovely also."

Oh, so he's just handing out that word tonight. That's nice to know. She moved his finger. "Well, I suppose I should have asked before you dismissed—" She added emphasis to the name. "—Aud-ra"

"No need." Jareth returned his gaze to her. He tossed the mask in the air as Sarah jerked forward trying to stop him. She tripped on the front of her dress still watching the mask fly up in the air. That was about when she noticed she was falling forward. She held out her hands, but then the mask was gone, it never fell. Ah, but gravity had another plan for Sarah….

…and the Goblin King.

They both landed with a thud, Sarah on top of his highness. She hit him in the chest with her fist. "Why the hell did you do that? You even said it was," she sneered the word, "lovely."

"Sarah, I just transported it back to your room. Notice it hasn't landed?" He sounded quite impatient. "Now, if you would be so kind as to remove yourself from my—"

"I can't." She pushed her weight into his shoulders.

"Come again?" Jareth's hands found her waist without his consent. "What is that you say?"

"The dress is too heavy, I can't get up in this position." She sighed trying once again.

Jareth gave her a smug grin.

Sarah gave another sigh glaring him in the eyes. "What, Jareth. Just say it. What?"

"Sarah, I daresay I've swept you off your feet." His hands grew tighter on that tiny abdomen.

Sarah rolled her eyes as she made a gagging noise. "God, you!" She couldn't think of good enough words. "Ugh!" She slammed her fist on him once more in defeat at this round of repartee.

Within a quick motion, and an EEP! from Sarah. Jareth had rolled them over so he was hovering over her. That dress is heavy. Then, in another quick motion, they were both again standing—and neither one had messed up hair. Sarah checked.

"Turn around." Jareth told Sarah. She didn't. "Will you please just turn around; I'm not going to slit your throat."

"Well, that wasn't what I was thinking about, but now…" Sarah saw the image of herself in all that glorious outfit, then her throat adorning a new crimson necklace dripping all over and to the floor. The red conflicted with the black and silver. Can you say fashion faux pas?

Jareth, being the kind and doting individual he has always been, aided Sarah in turning around, by forcing her. Then he slipped a cold necklace around her neck, clasping it just above her back.

"What is it?" Sarah tried to look at it, but it was too far under her chin.

Jareth made one of those annoying crystal balls show up. He held it out to Sarah who took it with a face that lacked amusement. She held it to her neck, looking at the her oddly shaped head and then to the ornament's reflection. It was a silver shape, similar to an arrow, with a black dot in the middle. There were also smaller details Sarah couldn't make out, but she still knew what it was.

"But this is…" She handed the crystal ball back to Jareth who spun it on his finger.

He grinned as the ball spun faster and faster until it vanished. "Yes, it is known as my insignia. This way, everyone will know you belong to me."

She shot Jareth a glance that consisted of the most annoyed look she has ever given someone. She threw her arms in the air then brought a hand to her face to show once again, just how annoyed she was. Then she muttered something under her breath.

"Is there something you would like to tell me, Sarah?" Asked Jareth realizing they needed to get going if they were to arrive on time—and he prided himself in being on time.

She stalked up to him, this time careful of the dress. "Despite the fact that you have angel blood somewhere in that body of yours, you still feel the need to be just like every other guy!"

Now, this caught Jareth's attention. Jareth was not just another guy. "Please, do explain."

Sarah smiled. "That means, if we were still cave men and women, you would feel the need to pull that dick out of your pants and tell the world your's is the best. That's what it comes down to."

Jareth chuckled. "Go on…"

"You feel the need to show everyone else at this party, you own me. Why? Because you are a guy, and guys brag about what they have. You want people to know you've concurred the girl who concurred your labyrinth." She released a breath.

He took her hand in his then. It was subtle, their eyes didn't leave each other. "Let us go, Sarah." His voice was almost a whisper, "I will show you what I have to brag about, later." With that, they were outside in an instant.

Stars sprinkled the sky in unsure patterns and a half-moon was the only large decoration forever. Jareth led Sarah down a stone walkway boarded with bushes and hedges. Sarah didn't have time to smell the flowers. There was a coach-like thing at the end of the path with huge, black butterflies that had glowing blue spots attached to the front. So old fashioned. Jareth helped Sarah step inside the roofed compartment and then he followed her sitting on opposite sides. The vehicle began to move against the rocky terrain rough and bumpy. Sarah jolted when the ride became smooth and they were flying. She gasped when she looked out a window to see the labyrinth grow smaller under her. It was magic.

They rode in silence for a while. Jareth was going over his complicated plan while Sarah was amazed at the creatures and scenes they were flying through. Finally, she turned to watch Jareth. He didn't notice at first. His mind still on convincing Enyo about… "Yes?" He caught Sarah.

"I was wondering—" She clicked her lips. "—exactly how in love with you do you want me to be?"

Jareth grinned. "Well…That is a good question." He tilted his head. "For starters, when you look at me, don't look so agitated—it is quite a turn off." She scoffed. "Dote on me, Sarah. Act as though I'm your only concern in the world. Smile at the sight of me, mope while I'm away. Give in to my demands. Listen to what I say." He paused. "And don't talk back."

Sarah sighed. "Will that be all, your kingliness?"

Jareth almost nodded, but then something came else came into mind. "Well, Sarah, to make it easier, you could just be the opposite of who you are."

Sarah looked at him. Her eyes widened. A bit of pain shot through her body. "Really, Jareth." Her voice cracked. "You really can't even stand who I am?"

Jareth let his cool mask falter. "I…Sarah—"

She ran a finger under her eye where a little moisture was gathering. "I thought that maybe you were feeling a little of what I was feeling for you." Her cheeks slightly flushed her eyes falling to her lap where her fingers nervously intertwined.

Jareth didn't say anything then. His body was inwardly shaking due to his rapid heart beat. Did Sarah, just admit herself to him? How you turn my world.

"Sarah, I didn't mean—"

But then Sarah was laughing. Her whole body trembled as she looked up to him a large hoot emitting from her lips. "I can't believe you fell for that!" She snorted. "Can you really see me as a sniveling girl confessing my undying love for you. As if."

Jareth gave Sarah a cold, unfeeling glare. "Yes, very good Sarah. Make sure you keep your laugh under control tonight."

Sarah returned her gaze to the window. "Fret not, Goblin King." Then, gaining a nasty tone, "Your wish is my command."

They didn't speak again until the butterfly led carriage landed with a soft thud. Jareth turned to her holding out his arm. His face was dark and serious. "Don't screw this up, Sarah. Be in love with me."

Sarah wound her arm around his in a graceful fashion. Her eyes were light and bright, the opposite of Jareth. "I'll do what comes naturally, my love." Then they were stepping out of their transport.

Sarah braced Jareth when she looked to the castle towering above them. Although not as large as Jareth's, it was much more magnificent. Towers were bright and detailed with flags noting nobility. Gardens laced the outer walls, lanterns lit the cobblestone path, and the whole thing had nestled itself on the peak of the mountain. The sky was so close. Sarah turned around once the coach had floated back into the sky—where? She wasn't sure. A long bridge stretched out behind her, miles long. Below the bridge was only emptiness, deep shadows.

She turned back to Jareth, a genuine smile forming. "Why is your castle so bland compared to this?"

"Because I only have Goblins to tend to mine." His hand slid around Sarah's waist pulling her to his side. "I do hope you don't intend to critique me all night."

They were following other human like people up stairs. They were dressed in the same manner as Jareth and Sarah. Their make up was wild and their outfits crazy.

"Time to slide that mask on." Jareth mumbled when they reached the top of the stairs. Sarah was relieved she didn't trip again.

"But I thought you said I didn't need it." She countered. "You put it in my room."

Jareth stifled a low laugh. He leaned into Sarah, gently moving a some hair from her ears. "I was talking about the proverbial mask you are to where tonight."

Sarah felt his breath trail across her neck and down to her collar bone. It left a searing feeling growing in her chest. She had a witty remark, but it seemed to disappear. "Oh." The only word she could form without sounding coherently stupid.

She slowly turned her head to Jareth, he wasn't paying attention. He hadn't noticed.

Sarah closed her eyes as a large golden light engulfed them. A coolness took over her body alleviating the heat of her dress. She opened her eyes when Jareth continued to pull her along. "Jareth," She whispered leaning into him without looking at him. "This place is…" She couldn't find a word to describe the dream before her. A chandelier sent rainbows across the room almost like a disco ball, but with a much more elegant feel. Drapes hung in random parts of the large ballroom some coming down from the ceiling to the floor. Jareth was right; none of the patrons were wearing masks, but that didn't take away from alien sensation surrounding her. There was a terrace off to the side, many doors led to the long balustrade. Shimmering lights lit the floor, music—a type Sarah had never heard before—filled her ears with a sentiment she didn't remember ever feeling. The whole place was more magic than Sarah had ever seen.

"Oh, Sarah, I love how innocent to all this you are. It is quite a breath of fresh air." Jareth moved her hair once more leaning in kissing Sarah on the neck.

It's just because we're acting. "Oh, Jareth, you are so sweet." Her jaw was locked. Jareth was quite amused.

But, then Jareth changed. It was in a matter of milliseconds. His face, stature, and attitude completely morphed into something else entirely. Sarah watched his eyes scan the room like an owl searching for pray.

"What's wrong Jareth?" Sarah let alarm creep into her words.

Jareth didn't look at her as he let his hands release her. "I have politicking to do, go entertain yourself." He began to walk away.

Sarah grabbed his arm. "Jareth," she hissed, "you can't just leave me in a room full of fae."

Jareth smirked. "Oh, sure. I don't scare you, but strangers do. How utterly charming." He leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead. "Just don't treat them the way you treat me." He shook off her hand and was gone, vanishing into an assortment of magic and mayhem…leaving Sarah alone.

Her face was burning with this last act of Jareth's. Just great.

"Hello." Said a musical voice from behind her. She turned seeing a pretty lady clad in an assortment of purples and white. "I am Enyo."

Perhaps, pretty wasn't a good enough word to describe Enyo. Her dress was very low-cut, showing what she did have, was not a product of falseness. White fur draped across her chest and flung over her shoulders fluffing her long hair into a long, large mess. Her dress was more modern than Sarah expected with the way it tightened at the woman's every move. She was a temptress.

Even her face, with its pale beauty had enough to captivate the world. Her eyes were the deepest violet complimenting lushes black lips. Her hair was long, but looked full against her outfit shaping her square face perfectly. Her ears adorned silver wires which wrapped like wind around her ear lobes then dangled down towards her shoulders. Her nose was upturned giving her the same deformity Jareth was born with, arrogance.

"Hello." Responded Sarah after a short time. Truth was, she was astounded by the woman. Everything about her was so overwhelming. "Sarah."

"Yes." Enyo's charm began encompassing her overly superior atmosphere. "I have heard of you." A smile formed on her lips. "Did he bring you? The Goblin King, I mean."

Sarah smiled as the harp's notes kissed her ear. "Yes. I did have to beg him though. I just can't be away from him." She sighed and cast a glance towards his direction. "I should have known he was going to leave me alone."

Enyo's hand landed on her hip as her weight shifted in a lazy fashion. "That's Jareth for you. Always working." Enyo sighed now, but not for the same reason Sarah did.

Actually, Sarah was having fun at this party so far. Despite the fact that she had to swallow her pride to play the part, it was going to be fun playing Jareth's coy mistress. At least, she enjoyed how Jareth had played his part.

"But, my love for Jareth makes me look past that all that." Sarah wanted to vomit on her words. Talking about Jareth and love in the same sentence didn't seem like it was plausible in any language.

"Your love?" Enyo looked amused now. The party was getting busier. Many couples had taken the dance floor as an array of food floated to peoples mouths. "You two are in love?"

Sarah attempted to fake a blush and ducked her head. "Oh dear. I don't think I was supposed to say anything like that." She faked a sigh. "King Jareth will be most distraught with me."

"Oh, that is doubtful." Enyo absent-mindedly pulled on the end of her long, plum glove. "I'm sure his highness is over there telling all his best-est buddies of you two." The laugh that followed was laced with bitterness. "Tell me more. How did this affair start?"

"Well, I'm afraid you'll have to ask Jareth that." Sarah leaned in. "You must know how he is. I wouldn't want to rob him of the chance to gloat about wooing his labyrinth's defeater."

Enyo let a shocked face creep up on her neck, though she new perfectly well to whom she was talking. This was Sarah Williams. Keeper of Jareth's heart and Enyo's key to the Underground. Now, if only she could get the bitch to shut her mouth. "Oh, how very interesting."

"I suppose." Sarah locked eyes with Jareth from across the dance floor. His hand made a 'come here' motion. "Well it has been lovely speaking with you…" Sarah forgot her name.

"Enyo." She impatiently to the brat before her. "It seems as though your lover calls for you. Perhaps we will speak again, Sarah." She smiled before simply fading away. Sarah was never going to get used to the way fae—was she a fae?—traveled.

Soon she was standing in front of Jareth, ignoring all he spinning, dancing souls around her. "Yes, dearest?" She smirked. "I feel like I'm laying it on too thick."

Jareth put his hands on her bare shoulders—cursing those gloves—and give her a light squeeze. "No, dearest, you are doing perfect." He pulled her close to him his lips grazing her delicate ears. "My nephew says you have an air of love around you." Jareth laughed.

"Then I am doing well." Sarah would have been more pleased, but Jareth took his time breathing a light breath down her neck. "You're making a scene." She looked awkwardly at the many Fae staring at the bent king. Her face began to turn actually red.

"Oh, Sarah. They need to be sure. They need to know your mine." He proceeded to kiss the luxuriant cream of her shoulder, taking all he could.

Sarah tried to focus on a question that was dancing in her head despite Jareth's mind numbing activities. She could feel it slipping as she longed to tilt her head back and give way to the euphoria beckoning her, but she couldn't go there tonight, not with him. "Why do they have to know that, Jareth? Where do I come in?"

He pulled away giving her a suspicious grin. "Please don't concern yourself with these matters. But, all these people knowing I have you will save my kingdom." His hands slid from her shoulders and to her fingers. "Trust me."

Sarah didn't want to trust him. She wanted to demand he tell her everything. She wanted to know exactly what she was doing, why she was doing it, and how the hell this acting helped his kingdom. God, she wanted to know. However, Jareth's eyes held something she wanted to inspect. It was something small, behind different colored eyes, waiting for her to touch. Perhaps it wasn't there, maybe it was nothing, but that smile of his told her otherwise. She let trust slip away. "I want to dance."

Jareth moved a hand to her back, slipping it down above her hip. Then he put one of her hands in his. "Then it shall be." Just like that. He granted her wish.

How many songs had they danced to? Sarah lost count. She was too busy whirling with Jareth in this worry-free place. The best part was, she had stopped acting. When she stepped on Jareth's foot, she was actually sorry. When he held her close, she didn't have to think about relaxing in his arms. When he danced Enyo, she gracefully left with jealousy in her heart.

"Jareth, you used my potion?" Enyo smiled running a hand from his chin to her cheek while they danced a strange, creepy number.

Jareth smiled, excellent. "Yes. I'm pleased. It works phenomenally."

"So, your armies? They are mine?" She pouted her lip while batting her eyelashes.

"Come by the castle sometime and I will give them to you." Jareth was stiff against her, which, was bizarre. He had had relations with her and now he was repulsed by her, like she didn't belong near him.

"Oh, Jareth." She inclined towards him. "You've made my party." She kissed him on the cheek and pulled away as Sarah returned.

"I couldn't find any drinks." Explained Sarah, for she did look slightly exhausted.

Enyo snapped her fingers and handed Sarah a light green concoction. "Here, my dear. Wouldn't want you dirtying my soon to be floor." She smiled, then went off in the crowd in a normal, human way.

Sarah tilted the glass towards her lips when Jareth took it away. "No, no. Let's not drink anything she gives you." Then the glass was gone from his hand.

Sarah frowned, "Well, she seemed nice, I mean, you seem to like her." She paused. "I'm still thirsty." She put her hands on her hips to emphasize her annoyance.

Jareth smiled pulling a glass of water from the air and handing it to her. "Drink up sweet heart."

And Sarah did. When she was done she returned the glass to Jareth. He did away with it in the same fashion as the first. "Would you like some air?" He asked extending his arm.

"Oh, that sounds delightful." She smiled as he escorted her to the long balcony.

It was a breath taking view. The best Sarah had ever seen. Stars so close, you could pluck them. The world so far away, nothing mattered. It was chilly, but she tried not to show how the cool air affected her shoulders.

She gasped at first at the cold air. It felt astounding on her face as she ran through it to the edge of the balcony. She breathed in the cold, loving the way it kissed her lungs. She braced herself on the balustrade leaning over the darkness. "This is wonderful, Jareth." She commented not turning to look at him as he stood behind her.

"I'm glad." But his tone said otherwise. As much as he wanted to enjoy Sarah's false love attempts, his mind was elsewhere. He was strategizing. Thinking of Enyo—in war terms—and hoping that in the name of the Underground, everything would go according to his well thought out plan.

"Jareth?" Sarah sparked him from his thoughts. "What's bothering you, my love?" She tried not to giggle at that last bit, but let it creep into her words. There were only a few others out here, so she just had to make it look like she was in love with Jareth. So they could see it.

"Oh, nothing, dear girl." He faked a smile. "Nothing dear girl."

"You know Jareth. I think we should do something." Sarah leaned her back on the railing as she looked into those haunting eyes.

He let a grin touch his features. "And what would that be?"

"Well, in order to be truly convincing, I think you should kiss me." Her head was held high and her confidence almost startled Jareth.

"Really? You think that will be the kicker?" He came closer to her stepping into the poof of her dress. One of his hands landed on one of hers as it gripped the handrail. His other hand slipped under her chin, his face inches from hers. "But, I wonder, you can barely handle the idea of me touching you." The hand on hers tightened a bit. He whispered now, "Could you do it, Sarah?"

Jareth's breath was hot on her lips, a teasing introduction for the show. Sarah was sure he had done this before. "Oh, please. Do give me some credit Goblin King." Her free hand moved to those crazy locks of his. She let her nails mischievously scrape his scalp while her face gave off a nonchalance vibe. They could both play this game.

"What are you waiting for, Sarah? Kiss me." He gave a smirk. She wouldn't do it. He could tell already. That resolve in her eyes faltering under his pressure.

"And why must I be the one to initiate a kiss between two dispassionate lovers?" Her hand slid behind his ear causing him to withhold a shudder. Then her fingers slid up his jaw line, then to the corner of his lip. Both their hearts were pounding. "Hmm, Jareth?"

Jareth cleared his throat, "Well, I do remember how you like to be the one to surprise me with a kiss. I thought perhaps this time it would be the same? No? Is, Sarah all talk?"

She cringed at the mention of the previous kiss. "Does his Highness have no balls?"

Jareth moved his hand to the back of her hair, messing up a tangle of ribbons. "Oh, Sarah, I've just called your bluff." Then he smashed his mouth over hers.

She hadn't had a chance to catch her breath before he kissed her and it almost seemed like too much. All her muscles tightened at once. Everything told her to push him away, but then in that same second, everything told her he wasn't close enough.

She sucked on his top lip gently nibbling while she tried to line her body against his. It was madness with this dress and all he layers. And Jareth's hands, oh his hands. How they were controlling her. She gasped, a slight moan escaping when his tongue met hers.

He turned her head more longing for better access. Jareth's arm moved from her hand to her waist, clutching her against him. Then he heard the slightest of whimpers escape her lips. Sarah, Sarah, Sarah. He brought his hands to both sides of her face. Deciding he had to stop.

Now.

Their lips parted, both feeling as though the kiss wasn't long enough for satisfaction. "Good enough for your plan?" Asked Sarah breathlessly, resentfully.

"Sarah don't be upset. It was your idea." Not that I haven't thought about it. He steadied his breath.

Sarah smiled. "I'm not upset. It was a decent kiss." She moved out from under her subjugator.

"Decent?" Jareth scoffed. "Merely, decent?" Was she being truthful, or was she deliberately pushing him.

She smiled back at him, the light from the ball room casting an interesting glow on her face. "Yeah, decent." She laughed before telling a little lie. "I've had better."

"Well, my little vixen, you may as well let your hair down." He pulled the last remaining ribbon as the torrent mess fell in frame around her face. She looked even lovelier—if that were possible.

Jareth followed her back into the ballroom, introducing her to some ladies she could speak with about the labyrinth and about her winning Jareth and about her friends and about her brother and about blah, blah, blah. Jareth still needed to do a few things to ensure his plan would be successful. He was glad Sarah was playing her part so well. She almost had him convinced in the way she seemed sad he was leaving her again. She was good.

And soon the ball was over. Neither of them mentioned the kiss on the way home. Neither of them mentioned the kiss when they were standing outside Sarah's door. Neither of them mentioned the kiss when Sarah said goodnight. Neither of them mentioned the kiss when she shut her door.

Oh, but were they both thinking of it.