When Sarah finally got home to Buffalo, where she had moved after college. She cried for 3 days straight.

All the fear and pain, and loss, and *love* overwhelmed her.

Corwin visited in mid breakdown to check on her, and was alarmed and at a loss at what to do.

"I'll be fine Cor, this is what women do. I have to go back to work on Monday, and with my new night job, a year will pass by quickly."

"I am afraid I haven't been afforded much time to pursue romance." He said.

"Then you should. I'm sure there are plenty of underground women who would be into it. Or guys, whatever your preference is. Go forth and find one. Or two, or twenty."

"Gods I don't know what I'd do with twenty paramours." Corwin chuckled. "It's been a while, but you're my first priority for the next year. King's orders."

"First of all ask them for fashion advice. That dress was uuuugly. And that's the last thing Jareth saw me in." Sarah teased.

Thinking about Jareth made her sob again.

Corwin sat next to her gingerly offering her his shoulder, she took it. This was new to him too. Being the aide to a female would be a learning process.

Sarah picked up the TV remote and turned it on. . "Here Cor, let me introduce you to the sappy TV movie. Bad acting, repetitive plots, and completely addictive."

He stayed there for several hours, watching over his King's love. Keeping vigil as Jareth wanted. When he finally left she was sleeping soundly, curled up on her sofa under a warm blanket clutching his King's amulet to her chest.
_

Monday came and Sarah when back to work at the newspaper.

She was happy to see her friends, and made plans for a few outings. It was hard, but she knew if she laid around moping for a year it wouldn't do any good, it would still be a year and Jareth would yell at her for wasting time. So she went out with friends, worked, and tried not to stare at clocks and calendars.

It got easier when she went home to see her family and celebrate Toby's 13th birthday in the summer.

Seeing Toby, knowing he was safe, it made everything seem worthwhile to save him and see him. Someday he would meet Jareth and Sarah would tell him everything. But for now she hugged him a million times and teared up when he blew out his candles.

When Sarah replayed that night in the alley, she realized something strange had happened. When Elizabeth had been holding her in a death grip, She had experienced some surge of strange powers that had blown the witch away from her. At first Sarah had assumed as she had been fighting for her life, some rush of adrenaline had occurred to give her the strength to push the woman away, but as she replayed it and replayed it, she couldn't recall pushing the witch, that she had felt a rush of heat that a blown her wannabe killer across the alley.

She asked Corwin but he didn't know. She wondered if it was something M. Aubert had done. She had thanked Madame Bertille but never could find that voodoo shop again.

The year crept by, Sarah worked, and did research for the Anaithnidí without complaint. When the anniversaryo f the night she met Jareth came, she allowed herself a night of wallowing.

She would ask for updates on Jareth when she went underground to met with her bosses, but all any of them would tell her is that he was alive.

Not that wasn't glad to hear that but she found this mysterious order of Fae provided little in the way comfort or understanding.

She spent the holidays with her family and kissed Toby on the cheek for New Year's Eve. The next year would be different.
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She planned carefully her yearly vacation, timing it to begin the day before the year was up, and choosing to go back to New Orleans and be waiting for Jareth where they had found each other, at the same hotel. This city would always be special to them.

The New Orleans newspaper was running a story on the year anniversary of the end of "The Devil of New Orleans" murders. Theories, recollections, pieces on the victims. Speculation on why it abruptly ended. Sarah saved them for Jareth to see.

It made her proud that they had stopped the murders and ended the killers even though it cost them dearly. They did the right thing.
_

The day of Jareth's release Sarah paced back and forth in the fancy suite she had rented. Corwin was bringing him to where she was then he would make himself scarce for a few days.

She had bought a sexy dress and strappy sandals, got her hair styled, make up done, and tried to make everything perfect for him. She'd rented a large suite on the top floor, but Corwin took a room of his own to give them privacy. She ordered 2 bottles of chilled champagne and ordered in food from the restaurant they had eaten in that he loved so much.

Sarah wasn't a big fan of wearing dresses, they were damned inconvenient, but for this she would gladly wear one. The top part was a tight strapless corset, the skirt showing a generous amount of thigh. The only accessories a pair of earrings and Jareth's necklace.

"Breathe Sarah, just breathe." She kept telling herself.

Deep down she was worried when he saw her he would think what a mistake he had made. That he'd been a fool to sacrifice himself for her.

Finally there was a knock on the door.

She jumped and ran to it, pulling it open.

"Sarah.." Jareth, her Jareth was in front of her. His eyes flared with emotion as they met hers, and all her worries that he would regret everything fell away.

How he felt was clear. The same love shone there that had been there the last time they had seen each other, and the world around them wasn't there anymore.

All that existed was them in that moment.

"Jareth."

She was in his arms and he was holding her, kissing her all over her face, and she began to sob with joy.

Corwin watched the reunion from the side, but as he always did, politely turned away after a moment. Inside he too was emotional.

Jareth pushed her back and his eyes examined every inch. "Sarah...my precious girl, you are a goddess. Is this for me?"

"Well it wasn't for him. He still learning." Sarah joked between her tears, gesturing at Corwin.

Jareth laughed and winced. "May we sit? I'm afraid I am a bit less than 100% as of yet."

Sarah was surprised to see him walking rather stiffly with a pronounced limp.

"Oh Jareth what did they do to you?" She and Corwin helped him to a chair.

His eyes were a bit haunted. "Nothing that was not expected. I'll heal. Now that I'm away from...*there* my magic returned, it won't be long. Some rest and a generous dose of you, my love, will go a long way. The physical punishment was nothing to the efforts to mental breaking they try to bring you to, but I did not break.

He reach over and cupped her cheek "You would be proud of me Sarah. They threw everything they could at me. I withstood it all. I think even the Head Inquisitor was impressed." He smiled through his pain.

"That reminds me.." Sarah took off his amulet and placed it around Jareth's neck. "Where it belongs." She kissed him.

He held it in his hands and felt the warmth of The Labyrinth welcome it's King home.

Sarah broke the spell by nervously continuing to speak, trying to offer him every comfort at once "Anyway, I have food, and drink, and you can take a shower, Corwin brought clothes, anything you want, we'll get it, do you want..."

Jareth held up his hand." I want to hold you. And I want Corwin to leave. Nothing personal, friend. Feel free to go out and enjoy your evening. " He turned to his aide who looked a little bit at a loss of what to do.

Corwin bowed, looking relieved at being dismissed." Understood, sire. I'll only be a summons away." He winked at Sarah and disappeared.

When Corwin was going Jareth tone changed to an intimate growl of desire. He reached over and pulled her close, grasping her hips and looking up at her "Now, as to what else I want. I want you to tell me everything you've done, everything I've missed. I want you to take off that dress and let me see all of you, and stay that way for the rest of the evening. Later, after that hot shower, a decent meal, and a nap while you lie naked in that bed with me, I want to fuck you properly senseless and hear you screaming my name. Is that something you are agreeable to, precious?" He grinned that familiar devilish grin she loved, that gave her chills.

" Oh yes, Your Majesty, I am agreeable to that." Sarah purred back as she straddled his lap and kissed him deeply.

It hurt but he didn't care. Her warm presence was already causing him to feel revitalized.

"I love you so much." Sarah whispered between kisses. "I missed you, my Fae bastard."

He laughed. "And I love you, you insufferable woman. Now, get rid of the dress. Do not defy me, woman."

Sarah smiled and reached for her zipper, not taking her eyes from his.

His eyes changed color as she pulled the zipper down on the back of her dress.

"I have a surprise for you." Sarah said.

She stood and turned in front of him but still within touching distance, pulling the dress down to her hips.

He followed the curve of her bare back with his hands. He has missed touching her so badly. There were many nights during his incarceration when his body throbbed as he pictured her naked and under him.

He wasn't allowed to do anything about it though. He was watched all the time. So he suffered. Besides he wasn't all that keen on guards watching him have a wank, no matter how good it might have felt in the moment.

"Fucking hell, Sarah..." He stopped suddenly. There was something on her backside at the base of her spine "Is that..."

She looked over her shoulder."It is. A tattoo. Do you like it?"

It was his amulet permanently embedded in her skin. And it was sexy as hell.

His cock started to swell despite him trying to not become too excited. He wasn't sure he could do either of them much good without rest.

"You're glorious. Did it hurt?" He rubbed his fingers over it.

"A little, but it wasn't bad. I just wanted your mark to be something everyone could see. So they know, I am a taken woman."

"That you are." He kissed her tattoo. "And will be. Over and over and over."

"Mmm." Sarah closed her eyes, enjoying the touch of his lips on her.

Jareth grab her dress and pulled it down, uncovering her ass. All she had on was a pair of skimpy black thong underwear underneath. He placed feather soft kisses over her ass squeezing her hips as she bent forward.

"I thought you weren't up for sex yet." Sarah teased.

"I'm really not, but how can I resist touching you? It's been a year Sarah, despite most of my body protesting anything I do, there are certain parts telling me I should do it anyway and deal with the pain."

Sarah turned to face him and he immediately focused on her bare breasts. It only made things worse.

He leaned forward and wrapped his lips around one nipple sucking it to full hardness.

" Jareth... Oh God.." Sarah's knees got weak.

He stopped and grinned up at her. "If you wish. Some think of me as one."

"Well your ego hasn't suffered much." Sarah said.

He grinned up at her wickedly. "Never."

"Just relax." Sarah told him as she pushed him back gently. "Let me spoil you."

She helped him out of his cloak, jacket, and boots, removing his gloves and pushing his shirt open and off. The scars and wounds he bore would heal, but it hurt her to see them. She traced them with her fingers and kissed every one. She didn't cry or say anything about them. There were things that didn't need to be talked about tonight. That's not what he needed from her.

As he watched, she knelt in front of him, her eyes never moving from his.

"Sarah..." His voice was raspy and full of desire.

"Shhhh." She took his hand and kissed it.

She pushed between his legs and kissed up his thighs over the fabric.. "Just relax." she repeated.

He leaned back for her, and she explored his abdomen with her lips and tongue.

Sarah slowly lowered his zipper and tugged at his pants while he lifted his hips for her to remove them. More scars to kiss, but they weren't her main focus. As he was wearing human clothing he had worn underwear, and his excitement was obvious.

She gave him a naughty smile and ran her fingers over the hard ridge of flesh. Jareth sighed and hissed in pleasure at the smallest touch.

"Someone is happy to see me." She teased. She kissed him over the fabric.

"I can't promise I'll last long. I feel I should apologize in advance." He said with some regret.

"I don't mind. This is moment for you, not for me. Well it is still for me, because this is aaaalll mine." She tugged his underwear down and freed him.

He was rock hard already. "Well at least one of my Jareths is up and ready." Sarah joked as she took him in hand and moved it up and down over his cock. His hips jerked in response.

"Woman, please..."

Sarah sank her mouth over him, and he practically exploded then and there.

Her soft lips, her sweet tongue licking his erection. It was almost painful, if felt so good.

She watched his face as she pleasured him. His eyes had rolled back, and his mouth hung open. He wrapped his hands in her hair and thrust forward involuntarily, nearly gagging her. She wouldn't hold it against him. He needed this. He needed to feel pleasure again.

It didn't take long, just as he had said. Another couple of minutes and he gasped and moaned her name as he came, his body stiffening and then relaxing as he let go.

Warmth filled her mouth, Sarah swallowed several times to take it all, giving him his sweet release. When the last pulse of his essence had passed, she slid her mouth off of him and cleaned him gently with her tongue.

He was practically falling out of the chair. When he was done he forced himself to sit up.

She was now just sitting there her head laying on his thigh as she looked up at him.

Her eyes glowed with love.

"Feel better?"

He laughed. "Yes, but I'm nowhere near satisfied. It will take much more. And then of course I must attend to you as well."

She stood up. "We have all night for that. No rush."

He grabbed her and pulled her forward, laying his head against her flat belly. He looped a finger around her thong and pulled it down and off as she held onto his shoulders. "What are you..."

"Just enjoy, love." He cupped her sex, using his thumb to rub her clit and sliding a finger inside, pumping slowly. She was soaked.

"Oh...I..." She groaned at the sensation of a second finger joining the first.

He sucked at her nipples and a few minutes later she cried out as she too came.

He released her to stand but she was too wobbly so she stayed leaning against him until she caught her breath. He removed his hand and licked his fingers one at a time.

"You are delicious. That's just an appetizer. I'm feeling much better. Thanks to you." He said.

"Me too. Even though I wasn't feeling bad in the first place." She sat on his lap and kissed him.

"Why don't we shower, and eat, and then go to bed. You can get that nap. " She suggested. "Plus we need to decide some things about our life together."

"We can deal with all of that tomorrow and ever after," Jareth replied. "The rest sounds like a fantastic reunion to me. Well except the nap. On second thought, we can sleep later. Much later. We've more important things to do."

"Oh I couldn't agree more."

"Finally , she agrees with me. It's a miracle." He threw a hand up.

"Fae bastard." She laughed.

"But I'm your Fae bastard. Would you want me any other way?" His brow rose.

"No. I love you in spite of it. Or in part, because of it."

"And I prefer you stubborn, argumentative, and insufferable. Loving an agreeable woman is boring. Apparently." He agreed. "Keeps things interesting."

"Let's go take that shower." She pulled him up and guided him to the bathroom.

He gladly joined her, as he always would.

Fin.

Authors:

bluepixy13

DenaliWahine

Jetredgirl

Lady-Lannie-Queen-of-Goblins

RDGoblin

Sarah198026(wattpad)

Tvismydrug

Viciously Witty

A/N Perhaps a sequel may be in order... ;-)