Sorry its been such a long time and that this chapter is a bit short. But here it is, please, please, please, please tell me what you think. (and if i need to sort any major errors in SPG or details (it's been so long I may have forgotten my own plot. LOL))

Chapter 32

Sarah first thought on waking was that the crisp linen sheets of her bed were lovely and smooth against her bare skin. She didn't question straight away why her skin was bare or why there was an arm wrapped around her she just luxuriated in the safe, warm feeling. The arm tightened as she stretched gently, a disgruntled masculine rumble coming from behind her.

"And where do you think you're going?" A baritone voice made husky by sleep asked.

The voice jarred Sarah from her warm fuzzy feeling. She knew that voice and she had the distinct feeling that the body it was attached to shouldn't be in her bed, naked. The memories of the night before filter back into her mind in a sort of glorious haze that explained the slight aches and pains she felt.

"Good morning, precious." He drawled, when there wasn't an answer he continued. "You were rather more vocal last night." He tightened his arm again pulling her closer still, his face now buried in her hair and nuzzling towards the shell of her ear. "Did I wear out that lovely voice of yours?" he tried to tease, knowing that the pleasant interlude may be over.

Sarah didn't respond, the embarrassment of the situation had left her frozen. She finally managed to croak out, "No."

Jareth had taken advantage of her stillness to move his lips down and across the smooth expanse of her back his hands beginning to roam her body, hoping she would relax again.

Thankfully, before Sarah had to decide what to do, Jay chose that moment to wake up and decide he needed attention. Jareth left one final kiss between her shoulder blades. "I think this means we have to return to reality. Go see to your son Sarah, I'll need to go back below, who knows what the goblins will have done in my absence."

Sarah couldn't manage to say another word, she turned enough so she could see her lovers face. When she finally opened her mouth to speak Jareth covered her lips with his own, his long dexterous fingers moving across her face and into her hair. She'd just moved her own hand to place on his chest when Jay let out another wail and he broke off the kiss.

"I know we still have an awful lot to talk about Sarah and that last night might not of changed things between us. Go and see to your son, I'll be back sooner than you think." He chose that moment to disappear in a puff of glitter that thankfully then disappeared itself.

Sarah was thankful for the sudden privacy as she went to get her robe before hurrying to Jays crib.

Hoggle had heard rumors that something momentous had happened an Avalon. The old ones had reappeared.

"Not that thems ever really went away." He muttered to himself on his way through the Labyrinth to visit Sir Didymus and Ludo.

"You are one on the few ever to realize, dear Hoggle" The voice of the Labyrinth spoke to him, as it often did.

"Bah. Never were all that subtle, the lot of you. I knows." He paused on his path a second before asking, "Sarah's alright then?" His gruff voice showing his worry.

"My Queen is safe and her son has been returned. As if I would allow anything to happen to her." The voice sounded indignant at the very thought.

"There'll never be no peace here with that pair on the throne!" The dwarf pointed out.

"It will be as I have decided." Smugness filled the Labyrinths tone.

"Yeah, Yeah, interfering old bism." Was his only reply as he continued his shuffling gait towards the bog.

Jareth re-materialised in his own bed, in his own chambers in the Castle beyond the Goblin City, therefore his home was still in one piece and the Goblins hadn't managed to get too out of hand. He settled in to his mattress and closed his eyes, reliving the embarrassed flush that had spread across Sarahs back, how that skin had felt beneath his hands and tasted on his tongue.

"And how is your little harlot today, brother? I can smell her stink on you from all the way over here" The very unwelcome voice of his irritating little brother came from across the room.

The Goblin King rose from the bed and clothed himself with a wave of his hand. He turned to face the other man. "You aren't even fit to lick her shoes, let alone call her names."

"They are all whores, ready to give their bodies for the sake of a little magic and a pretty face." Prince Eric had appropriated Jareths fireside armchair.

Knowing that it was finally time to have it out with his sibling he took a deep breath, the pleasant mood of waking with Sarah in his arms faded. "Always so ready to get your rocks off, never satisfied with what you have."

This prompted Eric to launch himself from his seat and stomp towards Jareth "She took my son from me, he belonged to me, he was mine!" he shouted, grabbing a fistful of the Goblin Kings shirt.

Eric obviously hadn't changed since he'd been let out of his dungeon cell, or washed, but had tried to pickle himself, if the smell of spirits on his breath was anything to go by.

Jareth knocked his brothers hand away. "And the other bastard children you left lying around? What of them?" He demanded to know , pushing the drunk Prince back. "Oh yes I've had to clean up after more than one of the messes you left behind."

"This one was different." He whined trying to regain his balance.

"You don't really want a child, Eric, you just want Thalia off your back so you can do what you please again! Now, I'm more than a little tired about having to have these conversations with you, Brother!" He spat the word out like a curse. "I will tell you only once more. If you want a child you will have to prove that you deserve one. Both you and that shrieking harpy you call a wife need to grow up. Now leave me unless you want to spend time in the bog, and Eric," he paused in the hope his meaning would sink in, "stay the hell out of my kingdom and away from my Sarah."

"You always ruin everything!" Eric yelled swinging his fist at Jareth

The splash occurred just as Hoggle was edging his way carefully over a particularly rocky outcrop on the edge of the Bog. Thankfully he was far enough away not to be covered with the displayed "water".

He gained the top of the pile of stone just as the poor unfortunate managed to pull himself out of the odoriferous liquid. Far from being a Goblin, or other inhabitant of the Labyrinth, the creature was quite obviously Fae. Hoggle ducked back down to avoid catching the eye of the now retching man. He choked back a chuckle as he finally recognised the figure as Prince Eric.