Author's Note: Just a bit of fluff that popped into my brain, rated T just in case, enjoy!
Sarah meets Jareth's gaze. "Will you love me?" Jareth stilled. "I don't fear you. I won't be ruled. I'll take your advice, but I'm too independent to blindly obey. I want an equal, a partner, not a Master. How about you?" she asked as she held out a hand to him, meeting his gaze solidly as she waited for him to either take it, or reject her offer.
His lips curved and he took her hand-
Sarah woke and curled into herself as she began to sob.
"Oh precious Sarah," Jareth crooned as he appeared beside her.
She paused, briefly before her breathing hitched. "I can't-"
"It is all right, precious Sarah," he soothed, as he gathered her close.
"I-I'll get you wet," she protested.
"It is of little consequence," he retorted, and guided her to rest her face against his chest, stroking her hair and humming a lullaby as she sobbed as if her heart was breaking.
After a time she quieted, and stilled. "I'm sorry," she breathed.
"You had the dream you most wanted in your grasp, and it was snatched away from you, it is little wonder it caused you to react thus," he remarked understandingly, loosening his hold so that she could retreat.
She did so only as far as needed to meet his gaze. "How…?"
"Did you not wonder at how real your dream felt? We shared it, you and I," he stated.
She licked her lips. "So you…?" she trailed off hopefully.
"It would be an honour and privilege to have you as an equal partner, precious Sarah," he answered, voice filled with sincerity.
Her smile was bright as she closed the distance between them, offering her mouth in a kiss he gladly claimed, knowing as he did so that they were each offering their heart to the other to cherish now and forever. Not long at all.