"Shit," Sarah said, knowing she sounded pained. But she couldn't help it, couldn't hide it. The truth was…she was disappointed. Somewhat disappointed with herself for actually going through with this – it was so not like her – but mostly disappointed knowing this would probably be the last time she saw Jareth. Again. And the thought saddened her.

He sounded worried at her obvious distress. "What's wrong, precious? Are you alright?"

She shook her head as she looked up to him. "No." God, and they were still joined, his cock still arcing magnificently up inside her, still filling her.

His fingertips brushed her cheek and he asked her again, "What's wrong?"

She found herself shaking her head some more. "This. Us. What we just did."

Naturally he was confused. "Is what we just did a problem? You didn't enjoy it?"

"Of course I enjoyed it," she said, lowering her head back on his chest. "But…" She sighed, focusing on the white ruffles at his throat. "I'm not sure how I feel about all of this. I went into tonight wanting to get laid, sure, but I'm not usually this forward so that's number one. And two… the fact it just happened to be you of all people…is just crazy, and I'm mad at myself for getting caught up so easily, because I haven't seen you in years and I'm probably never going to see you again more than likely, and…"

She didn't finish her sentence, for she felt him shift then, and peered up at him only to find that he was looking down at her.

"Who said you're never going to see me again?" he asked her tenderly.

That's when she sat up, wincing a little bit at the sensitivity her hip flexors felt when she propped herself up. She still straddled him, and hardly cared that she remained naked atop him. She looked at him with curious eyes, trying to discern what he meant by his question.

"I mean…I kind of just assumed we'd part ways after this," she told him matter of fact.

He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes in what looked like uneasiness. "Is that what you want?"

She took a deep breath, dropping her eyes to her fingers below in embarrassment, preparing herself to be totally honest and upfront. "No," she answered, her voice soft and child-like.

"Then we won't."

Her eyes looked back to his immediately at his simple statement, and her heart began to race. So he didn't want this to be the last time either? Is that what he was implying? God, she didn't need or want his pity if that's what he was thinking! What is he thinking?!

"We won't?" she questioned.

Jareth sat up just then as well, so he and Sarah were face to face, the nearness making her gulp. Without hesitation, Jareth slowly took off Sarah's eye mask follow by his own. She felt even more naked now, if that was possible, but relished in this newfound closeness. He looked into her green eyes with his blue ones, and grinned.

"I just got you back in my grasps," he said, then chuckled. "In a very nice way, might I add. Do you really think I'd just let you waltz out of my life again that easily?"

"Well, yeah sort of," she admitted. "It's not like I went into this expecting a phone call from you tomorrow."

"First of all, I don't make phone calls, Sarah."

She pushed her face forward, egging him on to continue. When he didn't, she asked, "And second of all?"

"I suppose I don't have a second of all," he disclosed regrettably.

She pursed her lips, pouting. "I was hoping the second of all would make me feel better."

He smirked and ran his hand through her hair, pushing a long strand behind her ear. "Second of all…I've been longing to see you again. For years. I thought by showing up here tonight had made that obvious."

She could feel the butterflies in her stomach from his words. So he'd been wanting to see her all this time too? The thought made her happy, but then she wondered where the hell he'd been for the last decade if that was the case. That son of a bitch.

"You never came before though," she stated bitterly. "Why?"

He sighed. "Because I'm stubborn, proud, and occasionally foolish. Like you."

Her forehead creased, and she didn't say anything. She knew she was definitely foolish at times. Hell, she wished her baby brother away to prove it. But she never thought much of herself as proud or stubborn. Was she?

When she didn't respond, he raised one eyebrow, an arrogant grin taking over his face. "Do you disagree?"

"Fine," she conceded. "But I didn't ever call out to you because I beat you at your own game and I figured you hated me because of it. I wanted to so many times. I'm not gonna lie, I sort of…missed you in a weird way."

His hands, which she just noticed had been gloveless this whole time, now rested on her hips, making her remember that she was naked, as was he from the waist down. As he caressed her hip bones, he spoke again. "It would seem…" he started to say, as his eyes trailed down her naked body, "that we both have a bad habit of assuming too much."

She gave him a small smile, and swallowed the nervous lump in her throat. "I guess so." She never considered the fact that he'd been too nervous or too proud to come to her as well. "I'm kind of embarrassed now."

"About the intimacy we just shared?"

She could help but laugh. "Well, yeah, a little about that, but mostly because I just admitted I missed you all this time, despite hardly knowing you and given the shit you put me through when I was fifteen."

Jareth simply shook his head and smiled. "I was just playing a part, precious. I never would have actually harmed you. I was intrigued by you then, but now, in this moment…there are no words. You are magnificient."

She bit her lip, her heart filling with joy. This was magical. But then again, it was Halloween, a night for magic.

Lindsie was so not going to believe this. How the hell was supposed Sarah supposed to explain any of it? She'd never told anyone about the Labyrinth; she knew they'd think she was insane. Sarah could hardly believe her own luck too – the guy she'd effectively seduced for a night of hot sex was also the guy she'd held in her heart since she was a teenager. She could only conclude that, somehow, maybe the two of them were meant to be somehow, someway.

And everything felt so good and right between them suddenly, so wholesome and pure. Well, sort of; they'd just had dirty sex. Which reminded her…

"Um, do you realize you're still inside me?" she asked.

He glanced down between them, his eyes turning heated again and his voice deep. "Believe me, I hadn't forgotten."

"Are you going to do something about it?" she said, slightly rotating her pelvis on him.

A low growl left his throat the second Sarah subtly gyrated on him. "I would, but I think you've already beaten me to the punch."

Sarah felt his cock begin to grow more rock-hard again, expanding inside her. A soft moan escape her, and feeling bold, she leaned back slightly, lifted her hands and twirled her nipples between her fingertips while Jareth watched. Then sighed. Then got bigger and bigger inside her.

Soon he fill her, as large and commanding as he'd been before, leaving her astounded anew at the length of his cock. But she didn't want him to relish in that satisfaction; so she went a different route.

"You know," she said in between heated pants, "maybe you're more of a fun size after all."

He snarled, and pumped up into her hard then, making her yell out and felt every stroke of him. He fiercely grabbed her hair and pulled her closer to him, their eyes meeting. She could feel the intimacy grow even deeper because they both now knew it wouldn't end with the night.

They were back to the roughness again, something she'd discovered she quite liked. With him, anyway. The way he pulled on her hair only prodded her to rub against him even harder, and the harder she fucked him, the harder he went too. She knew she wasn't going to last long; she could feel the orgasm building, building…and then, she came, hard and fast, dumbfounded that she could achieve orgasm this many times in such a short period.

This was one was almost violent, rocking her body, making her buck and jolt on Jareth's cock until he said, "Fuck, Sarah," and he drove deep into her, just like last time, nearly lifting her with his powerful shaft as he groaned his pleasure, releasing himself into her once more.

When finally they both went still, his arms fell around her and they leaned close, letting their foreheads touch. "How did you enjoy that?"

Breathing heavily, Sarah chuckled. "Almost as much as I enjoy a piece of cake."

He bucked up into her again playfully, and she let out a small yelp. Mere words really could not describe Sarah's joy. Before she could respond again, Jareth spoke. "Do I need to send the cleaners after you again?"

She pulled her face away from his and shook her head teasingly. "It was fantastic."

That's when he leaned in to kiss her. She felt herself smile as his lips melted into hers, and she could scarcely believe this was really happening. Jareth, The Goblin King from her past, was kissing her and had given her three orgasms in one night. And he wanted to continue to see her! Who the hell would have thought?

When he withdrew his lips and face from hers, he too, smiled, showing off those fascinating teeth of his. "I think you mean, FAEtastic."

She snorted, and poked his chest. "Just promise me you won't lose track of me this time, you sex crazed Fae."

"Not a chance," he said, leaning in low towards her ear. "You can't skele-run from my skele-puns."

"Jareth…shut up." With that, she leaned in to kiss him, her toes curling at the feel of his lips.

Happy Halloween to me, indeed.

AN: FIN! I think I might continue with this and turn into a short trilogy series, adding Thanksgiving and Christmas onto it. What do you all think? Yay or nay?

I hope you guys enjoyed this one! I know I had fun writing it :D