Sarah rose from her bed to stand in the center of her bedroom. She was still seething from the frustration of the earlier accusations by Karen. It's all his fault! Damn him! "I wish the Goblin King was here right now!"

"Did you miss me Love?", a voice sounded from behind her. She quickly turned to see Jareth lounging along the length of her bed. He had casually propped himself up with one arm and in his free hand flitted a crystal orb. The dancing object instantly drew her attention. He could tell she was very distraught. Her red rimmed eyes made her jade green irises stand out brighter than usual. Although her cheeks were flushed and her full lips were turned down into a pout, she was still magnificent. He noticed that her hair was not combed and she was still garbed in her night clothes.

"Hmm, I prefer you in silk, but you still look fetching in simple cotton."

She shifted her watery gaze to the angular features to the male in front of her. He too seemed to be casually garbed. His blouse was open exposing a spance of smooth skin. Only his fastened waistcoat kept it from falling off his form. As always his breeches were skin tight as to allow him into a pair of high boots. Jareth looked seductive in no matter what he wore, and he knew it. He wore his confidence like a mantle, like any king should. Instantly Sarah became self conscious and crossed her arms across her chest. She almost forgot the point of her summoning him. A resurgence of resolve percolated within the young woman.

"Do...do you have any idea what you have done to me? I am afraid to sleep! I can't eat! I can't focus on anything! I just yelled at Toby today and then, get this, I was accused of doing drugs! Sometimes I wish..."

"Ah, ah, ah My Love, be careful of your words." Jareth wagged a gloved finger at her.

Frustration flashed across her features.

"Gaaahhhh, you're so infuriating!"

"Dearest, would you have me any other way?"

Sarah couldn't believe how smooth and calm he was acting. She figured he would be perturbed at her fickleness. Now that she thought again, yes she could. That's how he played his games. He would throw her off by his calm demeanor. Sarah was beginning to catch on to his tactics.

"Don't give me any ideas!", she huffed.

A toothy grin spread across his face, "I have an idea..." as he lithely rose from the bed and stood in front of Sarah.

"Jeeze, you're such a strutting peacock!"

"Peacock?"

"Yeah, you know! A peacock!"

"I don't believe I follow what you mean."

"Everybody knows what a peacock is! The beautiful bird that displays it's feathers and struts around for all to see, but has a jerk attitude!"

"So you think I am beautiful?" Jareth quirked up the side of his mouth with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Sarah exasperatedly covered her face with her hands. She knew she could not win at this little game that they were playing. He knew exactly how to just get under her skin. His proximity was infuriating and yet she felt a magnetism between them that excited her and she did not like the thought of that at all. Jareth delighted in seeing Sarah flustered. The flashing green flames in her eyes burned a baser primal instinct that he had to keep in check. She consigned her defeat and needed to retreat and wanted some alone time. Some space to be away from him and the effect that he had on her.

"I need some air!" Sarah began to turn and head for the door.

"Then I shall accompany you," Jareth started to follow. "No," Sarah turned and placed her hand up with the intention of the common gesture of stop. Instead her hand came into contact with the skin of Jareth's chest. A surge of heat and something akin to a mild electric shock coursed up her arm that seemed to trigger a pleasurable sensation. Gasping she pulled away from the mere five second contact with the Fae man's skin. Alarms of warning sounded off in her head. Confusion and curiosity as to what just happened also collided within her. She was instantly intimidated by his sudden proximity and began to back away.

He too was just as surprised at the reaction of the skin to skin contact. Although brief, the sensation resonated in him. Warmth and pleasure spread to his core, tingled down into his abdomen and up his spine. Jareth halted her retreat and grabbed her shoulders and placed his mouth on hers. Warmth radiated up from her belly and her heart bean to pound. Her breath was catching in her throat as he deepened the kiss. Feeling and thoughts of uncertainty were replaced with flashes of light and euphoric sensations. Soon she was responding in kind to his ardor. Hands went into hair and traveled along necklines and torsos.

A groan sounded from Jareth's throat. He knew he had to gain control or things might get out of hand. Sarah's response and excitement could be his undoing if he could not get a handle on himself. Grudgingly Jareth broke the embrace. They were both panting from the excitement. Sarah never knew that she could feel like that. It was an intoxicating sensation. A thirst that she never realized that she had.

"Do you know," Jareth began," how many sleepless nights or the lack of appetite that I have endured because of you Sarah?"

"What?"

"Did you think you were the only one effected by all of this? You are the key to my demise. Who knew that the slip of a girl could turn my world. Yet here you are, guileless but unknowingly savage in your innocence. Never have I loved in all my days until you came and obliviously smashed my world. Sarah Williams you have power over me!"

Sarah stared into his unusual eyes. Sincerity was all that she could find. Then something struck her, "Wait, what? Did you just say you loved me?"

"It seems that I have, yes, I love you Sarah. No matter how much I denied it in the beginning. How I thought how foolish I was to be infatuated with a human girl. My pride was damaged after you rejected me, a king no less. How I wanted to get my revenge. I watched you from afar waiting for the right moment, but over the years my anger dissipated to love. I watched you grow from a child to a woman. How you nurtured your brother and despite the trials you had faced, you persevered. Then I began to wait for the right moment to approach you, to let you know that I was not what I seemed."

"Damn you, why do you do this to me?" She whispered right before she grabbed his face with her hands and began to kiss him.