A/N: Time with boyfriend + Jareth/Sarah romance another epilogue. Takes place after the night Sarah and Jareth confess their love. Just some fluff. Read if you wish.

Epilogue II: Mornings of Gold

Yawning, Sarah rolled over on the bed—and her eyes opened. Groaning, she attempted to move her leg and was met only with pain. Making a mental check of what hurt, she quickly realized that everything hurt, every muscle on her body was painfully sore. Jareth's arm slid over her, wet kisses on her neck, his scent filled her sense anew.

"What's wrong, my precious thing?" he almost purred, his lips continuing to dance a feathery trail over her neck. Sarah shuddered and winced.

"I hurt," she pouted, attempting to turn over to face him but giving up halfway. Jareth chuckled and lightly traced his fingers along the delicate features of her face, bringing them down gently over her figure.

"Forgive me, Sarah. In the throes of last night's passions I forgot to be gentle with you." Ever-so-tenderly, he brought his lips to her skin again, trailing a sweet and loving kiss over her collarbone. "Where does it hurt, love?" he murmured into her skin.

Sarah's response was a mixture of a groan in memory of her pain and a moan in reaction to his mouth. "Everywhere," she replied, both dismal and hungry. Her only response was another chuckle as he swiftly carried himself down her body, fingers lightly pressing into her skin. They slipped in around her hips, rubbing along her inner thigh, his eyes on her face to gauge how close he came to a sore spot. His fingers dipped in around her hipbone and she groaned. Grinning, he quickly worked to take her pains away, working on both her hips until she looked relieved.

He made quick work to slowly drag his fingers down her legs, kissing the smooth skin, his fingers gently playing at her skin. Sarah was very nearly going insane—his touch was so light, so marvelous. The pain was quickly slipping away from her love-worn body. Moaning, his name worked its way out of her mouth.

"Really Sarah, do you ever stop thinking about that?" he said with a wicked grin, and Sarah meekly looked up at him from the pillow.

"Not really," she replied and tried to move—but was met with a shooting pain from her backside. The stiffness in her shoulders was evident now and she pouted. "I can't move! It's not fair."

Jareth was by her side in a second, his face painfully close to hers but he wouldn't let her close the gap, his eyes teasing hers. "You say that so often. I wonder what your basis for comparison is." Another evil grin came over his face and he gently turned her over, his fingers working at her shoulders, thumbs digging into the sore flesh. Very soon Sarah was groaning again, his deft fingers working their way slowly down her back.

Finally he came to the swell at the end of her spine, and he lightly pressed his lips to it before bringing his fingers down to knead the soft flesh. Her groans muffled by the pillow, Sarah almost went out of her mind from the pleasure. Not only was he rather delightfully massaging away the sharp pain there, it also felt pretty damn good.

Eventually he stopped and came back up to lie beside Sarah, who could now turn on her side without steeling herself for pain. All that was left was a stiffness in her muscles, but she pulled his arms around her, letting his warmth act as medicine to her tired body. She stared softly into his eyes, trailing his features with her fingers.

"You know what, Sarah?" Jareth finally asked, his fingers trailing up her spine.

"Hm?" she responded dreamily, her mind awash in his warmth.

"I think it's about time I gave you a basis for comparison." An evil grin came into his features, and Sarah quickly found one to match his eyes.