It was the tickling sensation between her thighs that woke her. Sarah yawned and stretched, intending to get up until large warm hands pushed her thighs back down to the bed, a nip with sharp teeth to her inner thigh acted as an admonishment to her moving. Sarah let out an "eep" of surprise. Tom had never done that before. Guess he wanted to try something new?

She relaxed back into the pillows and shuddered as the licking started. It was tentative and slow, not like his normal vigor- devouring her like a starving man would a juicy steak. She squirmed a little- this was new. "Tom-" A sharp nip to the other thigh cut her off. It was followed by a low chuckle as two unseen fingers entered her, distracting her enough that she didn't hear the word 'patience,' being said in a smooth accented voice.

She could see the shape under the sheets move around and lower until the tongue resumed its prior actions. Fingers and tongues were good. Very good. She relaxed once more and her eyes drifted shut. Sighing with bliss, Sarah snaked her hands beneath the golden sheets to play with his hair. He always liked it when she did that. Running her fingers lazily through is locks, she paused. They felt too uneven. Since when did Tom have a mixture of short and long locks? Peeking beneath the sheets she was greeted with a mass of blonde hair. All twisted and matted it looked like a birds' nest.

She dropped the sheet concerned. Since when did Tom have blonde hair? Forgetting all the pleasurable sensations going on below, Sarah looked around as she tried to orientate herself. Rough shaped walls the color of sand surrounded her, sparsely decorated- nothing remotely familiar to tell her where she was. A massive fireplace was directly opposite them, cold and dark now in the light of day. What time was it anyhow? The light pouring into the window next to the fireplace indicated it was late morning perhaps. She kept gazing around for a clock. A few archways dotted the walls- probably a closet, bathroom, and an exit.

Something white caught her eye. It was a crumpled poet's shirt next to a pair of black knee-high boots and what looked like her purse. A few feet away, in a puddle of emerald was her dress and black flats. It dawned on her that she was dreaming. This must be the Tom Cruise from that period movie. Oh, what was it? He offered the girl her dreams to stay with him as a vampire forever? Sarah frowned, eyes still roving the space. No, wait, that's not how it went. But that must be it. Certainly, a different setting from her usual dreams. In all the other ones he had dark hair and they were fighting crime. There were guns, and car chases, catsuits and… wait a minute? Is that a clock hanging in midair?

Sitting up to get a better look at the clock, Sarah let the sheets pool around her waist. Did it have 13 hours? She vaguely noted a frustrated growl emitting from them and all movements between her thighs stopped. Whipping the sheets off him, Jareth said, "Really, Sarah, you're spoiling all the fun!"

Sarah's green eyes tore away at the clock to look at the man kneeling in front of her. The highly irritated man who wasn't Tom Cruise. "Jareth!" She screeched, scrambling frantically to get away from him, and in the process kicking him in the face.

"Agh!" He shouted as he clutched at his nose.

As soon as Sarah freed herself, she stumbled about the room to put distance between them. Ooh, the room- the room started to spin, her stomach lurched and a fierce headache started. Coming to a stop near their clothes she sat heavily on the cold floor. Waiting for things to settle, Sarah thought. How did she end up here? Did she eat another peach? She looked at Jareth who was still on the bed muttering darkly. Blood had started seeping from his nose and with a "You wretched woman- I think you broke my nose!" Jareth grabbed a handful of the beautiful golden sheets and pinched his nose with it, stopping the bleeding. She admired the way his slight frame was bundle of sinewy muscles and how his smooth pale back- not a mark on it- flowed into a narrow waist and hip, flaring out into- wholly crap he was naked. Sarah gasped and looked at herself. She was naked. If they were both naked and if he had been doing what he was doing earlier, then they have must have…

Her eyes grew wide at the realization and a surge of nausea hit her hard. Not bothering to try and make it to the bathroom, Sarah grabbed one of his boots and made use of it.

The sound of Sarah retching pulled Jareth from his murderous thoughts. Locating the noise, he found her sitting on the floor, puking into his left boot. He groaned; it was his favorite pair of boots. Deciding there was little point in stopping her, Jareth conjured a crystal which swiftly turned into an ornately carved mirror. Lowering the blood-soaked sheets, he looked at his nose and felt it gingerly with his fingers. He was wrong she hadn't broken it, merely grazed it with her foot. As it was, he would bruise but at least the bleeding stopped.

Banishing the mirror with a wave of his hand, Jareth looked back at Sarah who was clutching the used boot to her chest looking miserable. Like his goblins looked the day after they had traveled to the Above and devoured an entire sugar factory. "You know, if you had let me finish, you wouldn't have a hangover." Conjuring another crystal, he tossed it at her. She winced slightly as it changed into a silver goblet as soon as it touched the ground.

She eyed the goblet suspiciously. Inside was an indigo colored liquid. "Finish what?" She asked as she brought the goblet to her nose and sniffed.

"Really, Sarah," he said irritably, dabbing at a spot of blood that had fallen onto his chest. "You've known me for how long? When are you going to trust me?"

She looked up at him. "When you stop scheming to get into my pa-" she blanched and stopped herself short. For all she knew he succeeded last night. From the looks of it, very thoroughly last night. Problem was, she couldn't remember. Deciding the liquid was safe, Sarah took a sip. It tasted like blueberry mint ice cream. She gagged a little but within a few moments her stomach started to settle. Draining the cup, she held it out, "Could I get some water?"

"Of course," he waved his hand filling it.

"Thanks," she drank without hesitation this time.

Tossing the ruined sheets aside, Jareth strode unabashedly to one of the doors- yanking it open. Rummaging through it he pulled out two silk robes: one black, which he donned, and one red. This he held out to her. "As I was saying, if you had let me finish- you wouldn't be suffering."

"Finish what?" She repeated as she stood on wobbly legs and pulled on her own robe. It was far too big for her petite frame, but shrunk to fit as soon as she tied the sash.

"Cunnilingus," he said matter-of-factly as he tied his own robe closed.

Sarah, who had been running her fingers through her own hair to tame it, stopped and looked at him disbelievingly. "Oral sex cures hangovers," she arched an eyebrow incredulously, "Really how dumb do you think I am?"

"I'm serious. Here, in the Underground it does. We Fae don't use it for that very often, but it has that benefit," he said as he stooped to pick up the goblet, refill it, and drink.

"Right." Sarah turned to gather her things. She picked up her dress first. It was completely unwearable. The fabric shredded as though, well, it had gone through a shredder. It had been her favorite dress too- not showing too much skin but flattering her figure and bringing out her eyes. She sighed. Underwear, maybe. Digging through the pile she found her matching bra and panty set to be equally as decimated. Well, that just wasn't fair. What about his stuff?

Pulling Jareth's shirt out of the pile she could immediately see it faced the same fate. Holes and tears littered the garment. Particularly along the back- almost as if he had been mauled by a bear. She shook her head confused- she saw his bare back a few minutes ago and it was flawless.

Questions upon questions burbled into her mind like a fountain coming to life. "Jareth," she held out his ruined shirt out, "What the hell happened last night?"

Jareth startled a bit at her tone. Seeing his ruined shirt brought back all that had transpired between them last night. "What?" He asked with a dreamy smile.

She shook the shirt, irritated. "I don't remember what happened last night. What did we do to cause this?"

Jareth frowned and snatched his shirt out of her hands. "Zero gravity sex."

"Zero what?" Sarah blanched again as what he said sank into her mind. "That's not possible," Her clothing forgotten, she wandered back over to the bed and sat.

Slightly concerned he came and sat next to her. Taking her chin in his hand he forced her to look at him. "It is in the Escher Room," he gauged her reaction. Disbelief filled her eyes. "You really don't remember, do you?" He asked gently, releasing her chin. Standing, he retrieved his unruined boot. Handing it to Sarah, he took her free hand and had her stand in front of him.

"What's this for? Where are we going?" She asked as she held the boot to her chest.

"Hush, I'm going to show you." Standing at her back Jareth wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her tight against him. She was warm, soft, and her hair still smelled faintly of jasmine. His eyes flooded with affection as he conjured a crystal and held it out in front of them. Bending slightly, he whispered in her ear "Ready?"

"Yes," Sarah said still slightly confused.

"On three, touch it," he instructed. "One, two, three." Sarah reached out and touched the glowing orb.

Instead of it popping like she expected, it floated lazily from Jareth's palm growing larger until they could fit inside. She felt like she was being encased in soft down as it settled around them and their world shifted.

Disclaimer: Jareth and Sarah are not mine. They belong to Jim Henson and Co.

AN: Not betaed- all errors are mine. I am looking for one for all these little fics that pop into my head.