Prompt: "Dream"
A spiraling burst of color filled her senses. Jareth's leather-clad hand brushed along her face, a delicious coolness in the midst of the heat. It was so good, that rush of hunger, what had been barely the ghost of a memory before closing her eyes-
"This isn't real, is it?" Sarah murmured, desolation threatening the edges of her voice.
"Do you want to wake up?"
"No." It was a simple admission, even as shame burned under her skin. (But, oh how good to feel even that again!)
His words were whispered into her ear, threaded with insidious temptation. "Then don't."