'I'm used to getting what I want.'

That's an interesting thought, Sarah mused. Maybe he really wasn't so different from the dream version of him that she'd conjured up. With that, he stood swiftly and offered her his hand.

'Would you care to dance?'

The abrupt change in his tone took her off guard, as did the proposal. Sarah looked at him a little sceptically but it was clear that he was serious. She set the glass down on the bar and shifted in her seat.

'Here?' she asked sceptically.

'Unless you'd prefer to go somewhere else?'

'No, no, I just… I was thinking of the last time we danced together… This is like the opposite of that kind of dancing. No ballgowns here…' she trailed off.

She could see in his expression that she'd obviously said something very amusing. And he was worried about me laughing at him.

'I promise you, I can keep up with you,' he chuckled.

'And you can't lie… Okay, you're on,' she replied, dropping her hand into his and swivelling off of her chair.

He pulled her onto the dancefloor and Sarah lost track of everything. It was easy to get lost in the way he moved – the way they moved together. This wasn't the sort of dance she'd expected to have with the Goblin King since she'd been mad enough to accept the offer, but he moved so well. She didn't know how many songs had passed but it had to have been some time. Soon Sarah was exhausted, though Jareth barely looked like the heat of the dancefloor had phased him. At the end of a particularly energetic song, Jareth held her pressed to him.

'It's really hot in here,' she said, catching her breath.

In more ways than one, she thought, trying to ignore the feeling of his body on hers, the hand on her back that wasn't letting her pull away.

'Let's go out to the balcony,' she suggested.

He nodded and allowed her to lead him to the elevated patio of the bar. The wave of cool air hit Sarah as soon as she walked outside and she breathed a sigh of relief. It was the kind of relief that her morning shower usually provided. The area was crowded with people, so they moved up-wind of the smokers and found an empty table that Sarah guessed had somehow magically been emptied not too long ago. Had it even been there before they'd stepped outside?

Trying not to think of what Jareth may or may not have done with their surroundings, Sarah hopped up onto a wooden table, while Jareth took a chair beside her. The choice of seat had been a good one on his part. He was enjoying the view from there, especially as Sarah arched her back and started fanning herself with a flat palm.

'I don't think I've ever done that before.'

'What?' he questioned.

'Normal people don't dance like that.'

'And how am I to take that statement?'

Sarah sighed. She didn't know how to describe what they had just done to him. It was sexy. Actually, it was closer to the act itself for Sarah, though she wouldn't admit that to him. The way he moved was something she'd not felt or seen before, and, perhaps it was because of her dreams, Sarah found it very hard to step away from him. She pulled her hair over one shoulder, baring the skin there beneath the thin strap of her top. He watched her closely, judging the expressions flitting across her features.

'You know what I mean,' she said.

'Say it,' he said.

It was an order. An amused order, but still an order. Sarah's lips twitched. She couldn't help but rise to the bait and leant over toward him. They were both well aware that that put her breasts at his eye level, though his gaze didn't leave hers for a second.

'It was hot. Really, really hot. The kind of hot that I don't usually get outside of a bedroom.'

Her eyes slipped from his and she found herself staring at his lips. Before she knew it, they were on hers, crushing her lips with a sudden possessive need. She wasn't even sure whose need it was. A moan vibrated from her as her mouth opened for him. She slipped into his lap and she would have wondered how it had happened if the way his hand was winding it her hair wasn't so distracting.

'Oh,' she sighed as she pulled back, her fingertips pressing against her kiss-swollen bottom lip. 'Why did I do that?'

'You've started something now, pet,' he said so quietly that she barely heard him.

Their faces were still so close together that she could feel his breath on her lips still and it was maddening.

'But I… I didn't mean to,' she whispered.

'Are you lying again?'

'Maybe.'

He repeated his earlier words, though this time more softly, 'Don't lie to me.'

She met the intense stare of his mismatched eyes and something changed. She stood up ungracefully and pushed herself back to the wall beside their table. She needed distance. She wasn't quite sure what was happening or what had happened. He looked at her questioningly; it would be difficult to miss the confusion suddenly written on her face.

'I think I've had too much to drink.'

'Why do you say that?'

She covered her face with her hands, rubbing at her forehead.

'I'm not supposed to flirt with the Goblin King, let alone kiss him…'

'The Goblin King thus-far has no complaints.'

She ignored that, instead focusing on her breathing. This is wrong; this has to be wrong. No way did I just do that with him.

'I need to go home.'

'I'll escort you,' Jareth said, getting to his feet with far more grace than she had.

'No!' Sarah said sharply, panicked. 'I mean, no, I just… I have to go.'

And with that, Sarah ran, leaving the Goblin King to watch the Champion of his Labyrinth run from him again.