Dressed in a long flowing gown of golden yellow Sarah pushed her curled hair away from her face as she followed Hoggle down the castle hallway. Nervously she fingered at the soft silken material as the scene between her and Jareth played within her thoughts, his words still fresh within her mind. Looking down at her shown cleavage she pulled the front of the dress up once again not really comfortable with the plunging neckline. If she had a choice she’d be in a comfortable sweater and jeans, but no, the only clothes she had been supplied with were dresses - not that she had anything against dresses.

Hoggle turned around to see if Sarah was still behind him, she had been so quiet since they left her chambers that it concerned him. He saw her fidgeting with the dress and grinned, "You looks beautiful."

Sarah smiled her cheeks flushing slightly, "Thanks."

As they entered the room Sarah’s breath caught in her throat as she looked about the dimly lit room. At the room’s center sat a lone table with two long white candlesticks lit within its center. The glass plates sat empty as the wineglasses sat filled with a dark wine. Looking behind her she noted Hoggle’s absence and wondered where the Goblin King was. Music softly filled the room as she turned back towards the dining table. It seemed strange that Jareth had yet to make an appearance being that he was the one that insisted on her joining him for dinner.

Slowly making her way towards the table she picked up the wineglass taking a sip of its contents hoping that it would calm her nervousness. Ignoring the fact that the Goblin King had yet made an appearance she placed the wine back on the table, as she felt drawn towards the large window.

The large moon shone brightly as it illuminated her with its soft glow, the stars within the sky made insignificant against its large mass. Closing her eyes she breathed in the fresh crisp air of the night as it flowed over her senses. Feeling a slight tingle within the air Sarah ignored it as she opened her eyes once again captivated by view of the full moon before her.

He watched her as she made her way to the window and looked out at the moon. She looked amazing against the moonlight, her milky white skin set aglow as her attention was drawn towards the moon. Not caring to wait any longer, he appeared slightly behind her with the use of his magic. Leaning forwards towards her he spoke softly into her ear, "Lovely."

Startled, she felt a wave of fire grow through her as his warm breath danced about the side of her neck as he spoke into her ear. Sarah tensed, not sure how to respond, wanting to melt against him but fighting the urge. She would not lose control like she did in the garden.

"Yes it is," she calmly replied as she stepped slightly away from him and turned to face him. She was starting to wish that she did not turn to face him, as she was taken away by how handsome he looked dressed in a royal blue vest over his usual creamy white poets shirt and black pants. The charming grin and warm look within his eyes making her wonder what he was up to.

Bowing slightly to her he gently took her hand in his, bringing it up to his lips as he gently lay a kiss on the back of her hand, "I was referring to the view standing before me."

She felt a surge of desire flare through her being as he kissed the back of her hand. Not able to stop the smile that escaped her lips Sarah blushed at his words looking away. Her heart thundered as he stepped towards her forcing her to look back to him. He was so close it was maddening the way she was starting to feel. The want to pull him to her, to close the small gap between them, all she had to do was lean forwards. Sarah swallowed hard as she realized that she was not as in control of her emotions as she had planned.

Her mouth opened to speak but no words came forth as she felt the battle within herself to keep in control dwindling. Never had she had such intense feelings for anyone. It frightened yet excited her at the same time. Her concentration was slowly losing its hold. She almost fell forwards as he backed away from her.

"Come, dinner is waiting." He watched her closely as she hesitantly walked beside him towards the dinning table. Holding the chair out for her he studied her closely as she slowly sat in the offered chair. Jareth noted that Sarah had definitely flowered since her last visit to his kingdom. He was tempted to pull his chair to her side rather than have to sit across from her.

A lump formed in her throat as she eyed the plate before her warily. For some reason the sight of cooked meat made her sick to her stomach making her wonder if she was turning into a vegetarian. Waiting for Jareth to take his seat she took the wine in hand drinking its contents in hopes that it would get her mind off of the food before her.

Jareth watched half amused as she downed the glass of wine as if it were water. As she placed the now empty wineglass down it refilled itself to the rim ready for her consumption. He smiled to himself as he watched her looking bewilderedly to the now full wineglass.

  "I’d take care of how much wine you drink. It is quiet strong."

Sarah smiled meekly at his warning as she lifted the fork and proceeded to moving the food around her plate. Laying the fork down within the food she pushed the plate away not willing to even try to eat the food before her.

Jareth’s brow rose in question as he watched her pushing her plate away, "Not hungry?"

"No, not really" she mumbled to herself eyes glued to the table as she did not want to meet his eyes.

Silently standing from his seat he walked around the table looking down with an offered hand, "Dance with me?"

She looked to his offered hand, her eyes looking hesitantly to his. His eyes held honest sincerity as he waited for her to accept. How many times did she dream about the dance that they had shared along her journey through his labyrinth? Always waking with the feeling of loss when reality sank in and she knew that it was only that of a dream, a memory. Without losing eye contact, she gingerly took his offered hand rising from her seat.

He swept her within his arms as the music hummed in the background, their bodies moving with the gentle sway of the music. Her eyes - how they captivated him, so warm, so inviting. She was the personification of beauty.

It felt so right being within his arms allowing him to lead her as they danced. Her hand rested so perfectly within his as if it were meant to be. Closing her eyes she leaned into him allowing her head to rest against his shoulder. Letting go of the doubt, of the fear of loving this man that had somehow captured her heart. She stopped shocked at what it was that she had just realized. ‘I love him,’ she thought to herself in bewilderment, ‘When did that happen?’

He stopped as she did looking down at her as she pulled slightly away and looked up towards him, her face so close to his. That look within her eyes, he had seen it once before. It was when he had first danced with her within the spell he had woven for her. She was so young then, only a child, and now-now she was a breathtaking young woman.

Slowly they closed the small distance between them, lips softly touching as he kissed her. She wanted him to kiss her, self-control be damned she returned the kiss with equal passion allowing the suppressed feelings she felt towards him finally emerge.

Jareth was surprised as he heard a low growl coming from Sarah as she deepened the kiss. He was even more surprised when she knocked him off of his feet and was now lying on top of him never breaking away from the kiss.

She wanted him more than anything that she had ever wanted in her entire life. Sarah was being driven by her passions, no longer allowing her thoughts to control her actions as she allowed her instincts to take total control. She felt out of control with her desire enjoying the feel of him so near. He tasted so enticing as her lips trailed from his downward along his neck towards his chest. Fiercely she ripped his shirt open as she looked over his strong muscled heaving chest.

Taken completely by surprise from her actions he was not prepared for this. Never did he imagine that she had this side to her, so aggressive, so full of passion. His eyes glazed over as she started to kiss him along his chest downward. So overtaken by the passions she aroused within him he had to close his eyes.

Grinning wickedly she ran her tongue slowly upward along his chest stopping as she bit him playfully at his chest.

A sharp sting shot through his chest as he felt her nip him with her teeth. Taking her wrist in his hands he rolled her over so that he was on top of her pinning her down below him. She was smiling seductively up at him as he glared at her from underneath him with a wicked grin. He looked to her with puzzlement for a moment, the look in her eyes driving him over the edge with desire for her his lips crushing hers in a searing kiss.

So hungry, she needed him to be closer, needed more. Rolling him off of her she straddled his hips with her thighs as she deepened the kiss.

Jareth hissed in pain as his lip stung from her biting his lower lip causing him to pull away. "Sarah!" he gasped out in surprise.

Sarah blinked in confusion as she looked down to the shocked expression on the Goblin King’s face. Looking down she saw the dribble of blood at his lip its sweet taste on her tongue. She flung herself off of him. What had she done? She had never hurt anyone in her whole entire life let alone bite anyone. Standing on shaken legs she held her hands over her mouth shocked at herself, at her actions.

Jareth watched her as she backed away, the shock clearly written on her face. He stepped forwards not sure what to say she stepped back from his approach.

Hands shaking as she backed away she felt sick at what she had done but at the same time she felt aroused by it. What was happening to her? Tears bordered her eyes, "Jareth, I-" her eyes closed as she felt something pulling at her, beckoning her to come.

He stepped forwards once more only to step back slightly when she snapped open her eyes. Ice cold blue orbs looked to him before shifting towards the opened window. Before he could make another move towards her she ran for the window leaping out into the night.

Quickly he ran worriedly towards the window, cursing himself for not acting sooner to stop her. There was no way that she could have survived the fall being that they were at least three stories up.

Landing on her feet and hands she straightened looking up towards the window that she had just leapt from. Jareth stood at the window, shock and relief shown in his expression. Eyes meeting with his, she stood where she landed, watching him with wonder. Feeling drawn by something, her eyes looked away from his towards the large full moon.

He could see her looking to him and then away towards the moon, his mind at a whirl as to how she had survived the fall. Silently he watched her as she started forwards, body shifting into a large gray wolf as she ran away from the castle.