Sorry this is a bit late; I got writer's block... again. It's kinda hard writing for something that has no plot. Well anyway, this is the final chapter of this short story. I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrinth.

Location: New York, New York, Sarah's apartment
Date and Time: January 8, 2004 – 9.59 pm

"What do you mean, Beth? I thought that we had something," he said, his heart feeling heavy in his chest.

Beth sighed. "We did have something, Jareth, but—

"What?" exclaimed Sarah as she stopped typing and stared at that one word with eyes as wide as plates. "How is that possible?"

"Well, you see, dear, when you think about someone while writing, he gets stuck inside your head. Writing erotica, I see?"

Sarah turned around in her chair and looked up to see the Goblin King looking over her shoulder with an arrogant look upon his ageless face.

"Ugh, you again," she grumbled. "You know it's rude to look over someone's shoulder? And, no, for your information, I'm not writing erotica."

Jareth ignored her and walked down a hallway to where her bedroom was. Sarah immediately ran after him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she cried as she entered her room.

He opened her top drawer, and started to rummage through it. "After I left today, I wanted to know more about these 'thongs' and why exactly they look the way they do."

He went through several more drawers before finally finding her underwear. Her face went cherry red. He held up a black, lace thong. She went to snatch it out of his hand, but he was too quick.

"You know, this looks like the one you wore in that picture," he drawled as a smirk appeared on his face.

"Arrogant pig," she muttered under her breath as he put the underwear back in the drawer.

He looked around her room. It wasn't a big room, but if there wasn't a queen-sized bed taking up a good bit of the room, it would look a bit larger. Jareth went over and sat on the bed.

"So, as I was saying. I did a search on this type of underwear, and I found some juicy information about it," he said, still smirking.

Sarah leaned up against her drawers. "I'm sure you did."

His smirked seemed to get bigger. "Those thongs are used for sexual pleasure as well as underwear." Jareth got up stalked close to Sarah, his hair brushing against her neck. "Do you, sweet, innocent, Sarah; wear a thong when you have sex with men?"

She was silent for a while. Something clicked in her body that made her head snap up and lips connected with his. Jareth's arms wound around her small waist. As soon as his hands made contact with her waist, she pulled back but was still trapped in his embrace.

"That's none of your business but my own," she said firmly.

"If it's not my business," he whispered into her ear, his arms tightening on her waist. "Why did you kiss me?"

Shit. Why did she kiss him? "Spur of the moment?" she tried her best not to make it sound like a question.

He pulled her head towards his with his fingers on her chin. His lips moved ever so slightly over hers. "That I don't believe," he whispered. His mouth moved over her cheek. She felt her knees go weak and she nearly collapsed in his arms, however he kept her in balance. "I really like this new you, Sarah, precious."

She didn't say anything in response. She didn't know what to say.

"Give in, Sarah, give in," he told her as he moved even closer. She had to pull back slightly.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Give into your dreams – me," he replied, his mouth turning into a familiar smirk.

She laughed, uncontrollably. "You?" she questioned, trying to breath through her laughs. "Giving into you would mean that I would have to like you, which I do not," she finished as her laughs died down.

"You don't have to like me. You can fear me and love me."

She heard an echo from the past and glanced up at his face. He was serious. "Why should I give into you? There are many men out there—"

He silenced her with a kiss on the side of her mouth. "Why not me?" he pulled back with a smirk. "I handsome, a great king, handsome—"

Sarah snorted. "Arrogant? Selfish? Conceited?"

"Sarah, stop fighting and give in. I know your dreams, I know what you want, I can give you what you want," he pleaded.

Yeah. Stop fighting and get into those pants.

Shut up! Her brain fought.

His hand cupped her cheek. His thumb ran up and down her cheek. "Stop thinking and give in. Give in to all your instincts," he said, softly.

With a small nod of her head, her lips connected with his, and she lost all control.

Two hours later…

Date and Time: January 8, 2004 – 11.58 pm

With a satisfied sigh, Sarah rolled over into the nook of Jareth's arm. His fingers softly caressed her arm.

"That was…" she trailed off. Honestly, there were no words on how to describe what had just happened.

"Oh, I know," Jareth replied, smirking widely. He placed a kiss on her forehead. "What's the time?"

Sarah rummaged through her bedside table and found a small clock. "It just turned eleven fifty-nine. Why?"

With a sigh, he moved closer to Sarah's face, his breath teasing her. "Every year on January 8 at eleven fifty-nine, I make a birthday wish."

She gasped. "It's your birthday?"

Jareth chuckled in response. "Now, do you want to know my wish?"

"Not really," she muttered quietly, clearly pissed off at the turn of events.

He placed his lips on hers, and kissed her soundly. He moved over to her ear. "To have you," he whispered as the clock beeped midnight.

The End.