As they reappeared in Jareth's room, Jareth released Sarah's hands and pulled her closer to him to kiss her again while he let his hands roam possessively over her back. He gently pressed his knee between her legs as he leaned them into the wall and mentally cursed the heavy skirt that kept him from moving his knee much higher. Sarah seemed to be thinking the same thing, however, and quickly reached down to tug her skirt a bit higher so he had more room.

Finally! Jareth thought gleefully, letting his knee move higher to press against her, smirking into the kiss at her ragged moan, She's mine for the taking and wants me just as much as I want her. How I have longed for this!

He kissed a path from her mouth over her jaw and down her neck, placing gentle little kisses along the low neckline of her dress that made her shiver in delight against him. He nibbled gently at the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder and was rewarded with a low groan and Sarah pulling him closer to her. Jareth had to pause to remind himself that he wanted to move slowly and savor every moment of his victory and not simply throw her onto his bed and ravish her.

With nimble fingers, Jareth started to undo the buttons along her spine, letting his fingers glide slowly along the newly exposed skin. He thought Sarah felt like warm silk and couldn't wait to feel more of her.

Jareth took a small step back as he finished unbuttoning Sarah's dress and gave it a little tug so that it fell into a pool of dark green brocade at her feet and left her standing in nothing more than a pair of white cotton panties. He admired the way she blushed and smiled shyly at him and was determined not to chuckle when she tried to shield herself from his gaze.

"No, no, Sarah," he said huskily as he caught her hands and held them out. "Let me see you."

Sarah blushed harder but allowed Jareth to pull her hands away. He continued to look her over and was pleased to note that her blush did indeed travel far over her body. He offered her his hand and helped her step away from her dress so he could kick it to the side before leaning in to kiss her again.

"My beautiful Sarah," he murmured against her lips before reclaiming them in a bruising kiss. Sarah moved in closer and tangled her hands in his hair, kissing him back with just as much passion.

Sarah had dated since her first trip into the Labyrinth, though she'd never gone further than a bit of fumbling groping while kissing, and had a basic understanding of sex from the romance novels she'd started reading shortly after returning home. However, none of the men she'd dated were anything like Jareth and Jareth was nothing like the men in the novels she'd read. The boys she dated had all been pushy about seducing her and cared only about their own pleasure. Certainly, none of them had ever made Sarah feel beautiful and desired the way Jareth was making her feel now. And in the novels she'd read there'd always been a strained relationship where the couple hated each other until the moment they'd shared intimacy. Sarah knew her relationship with Jareth wasn't like that either. They'd grown to be friends, and while she might not completely trust him yet, she didn't think their relationship was at all strained. Instead, they were always very comfortable with each other, even when Jareth flustered her with his advances. Even now while she was so exposed to him and shyly nervous she felt safe with him and the way he looked at her made her feel that this was the way it should be between them.

"Jareth," Sarah whispered as her hands unwound from his hair and made their way down his chest, clumsily tugging his shirt from his tights and pulling it up over his head. She tossed the blouse on top of her dress and let her hands explore his chest, her eyes taking in every inch she touched.

Sarah took her time exploring him with her hands before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder. Jareth whispered something unintelligible and wrapped his arms around her again to hold her close to him. With a sudden movement he swept Sarah up into his arms, laughing warmly at her brief shriek of surprise, and carried her over to his bed and laid her down gently.

He gazed down at her lovingly and then sat on the edge of the bed to remove his boots, never taking his eyes off her. Once they were off he leaned in and ran his hands up Sarah's legs to her hips and then crawled onto the bed over her. He smiled at her before lowering his head to place a light kiss on her belly and slowly worked his way back up to her mouth, letting his lips and tongue tease her on his way up.

Jareth finally kissed Sarah again and groaned into it as she arched against him and wrapped her legs around his hips.

"I… I w-want you, Jareth," Sarah stuttered nervously after the kiss ended, and so softly that Jareth had to lean in closer to hear what she'd said.

Gods, I love this woman, Jareth thought as he kissed her again. He was in the process of unwrapping her legs from around his waist so he could slip her panties off when he realized what he'd just said to himself. He gave himself a mental shake and decided that he just let himself slip. He liked Sarah and wanted her, but he reminded himself that he didn't still love her.

With that decided he started to kiss his way back down her. He took his time and had her writhing with pleasure and moaning his name over and over by the time he reached her panties. He slowly pulled them off and tossed them to the floor then leaned down to place a kiss on her thigh. He continued to kiss his way higher up her leg until he was breathing lightly against her sex.

"Jareth?" Sarah asked shakily, lifting herself up onto her elbows to look at him. She was blushing again and Jareth added this mental picture of her to the others he had accumulated. "What are you doing?"

Sarah gave a nervous little laugh when Jareth gave her a wolfish grin and her eyes widened and she bit her lip as he lowered his head again. She opened her mouth to stop him but as his tongue glided over her she fell back against the pillows and moaned instead.

Oh, this is amazing, Sarah thought as she fisted the sheets and arched closer to Jareth. Who knew this would feel so perfect?

Sarah tried to focus on what Jareth was doing to her but as he sucked, nibbled, and licked at her, her mind went blank and she could only feel the onslaught of sensation that started where Jareth's mouth touched her and radiated out to the rest of her body. As Jareth gently pressed a finger inside her, Sarah's world exploded in a shock of pleasure like she'd never felt before. As her body's spasms started to calm down Sarah vaguely became aware that she was still chanting Jareth's name and reached down to pull him to her.

Jareth let Sarah pull him up to her and worked his way out of his tights on the way up. He was surprised when Sarah leaned in and kissed him and even more turned on at the thought of Sarah tasting herself on his lips. They continued to kiss and touch each other for several minutes and Sarah's hand kept drifting down over his stomach only to stop and move back up when she came too close to touching his erection.

"You can touch me, Sarah," Jareth whispered against her ear, his voice tinted with amusement. "I promise it won't hurt you."

Sarah smiled shyly and blushed again before explaining, "I… I've just never… I don't know what to do."

Jareth put his hand over Sarah's and leisurely guided her hand down his body until her hand was wrapped around his length. As Sarah started moving her hand over him Jareth groaned and laid his head on her shoulder. He started kissing along her neck and whispering to her how beautiful and wonderful she was and how much he loved touching her and having her touch him. The more Jareth spoke to her, the more confident Sarah seemed to become and her tentative touches soon turned confident and demanding, driving Jareth closer to his own climax.

As he got closer to the edge, Jareth caught Sarah's hands and pinned them over her head again. He smiled as Sarah's wide-eyed look of bemusement and kissed her quickly. "Are you enjoying yourself, Sarah?" Jareth asked.

Sarah nodded a bit shyly, not sure if that was an appropriate answer to give, even in the position she was in.

"Let me show you even more pleasure." Jareth's voice was half-demanding and half-pleading, as if he were absolutely confident that Sarah would consent but also thought he'd die if she were to deny him.

Sarah felt almost as she had when they danced together in the ballroom so many years ago. She felt as if she couldn't deny him anything, as if placing all of her trust in him was the only natural thing to do. Only this time instead of that hazy feel of lethargy she had from eating a drugged peach, Sarah felt alive and aware of every inch of her body.

"Yes," she whispered, giving herself up to Jareth completely.

Jareth moved over her again and kissed her tenderly as he teased Sarah into readiness for him. He gently guided himself into her and whispered soothingly as Sarah started to tense up. Once she'd relaxed again Jareth pushed the rest of the way into her meeting her small gasp of pain with his own cry of pleasure. He moved slowly within her to allow her to get used to the feel of him and slowly picked up his speed as Sarah responded to him.

It didn't take long before the two lovers were moving frantically against one another, their lovemaking turning into the rough and intense coupling of two people who had denied themselves for far too long.

Afterwards they laid in the darkness of Jareth's bedroom, breathing heavily and tangled up together in a blend of limbs and blonde on dark brown. Their hands still explored each other, though languidly now, and both were reluctant to leave the embrace of the other.

"Stay with me tonight, Sarah," Jareth whispered against Sarah's ear as he idly wrapped a strand of her hair around his finger.

Sarah hesitated for a brief moment as she wondered what might be said of her if she spent the entire night with Jareth but then realized that only the goblins would know and she didn't care what they thought of her. They'll most likely forget by lunchtime anyhow, Sarah rationalized as she nodded her assent.

Jareth smiled into her hair and held her closer. You'll be mine, yet, Sarah. You'll be mine.