Chapter 5:

WARNING: This contains extremely sexual scenes. It is a Jareth/Sarah lemon fic, but there is some romance involved too. The lemon is just not worth it if you don't have a good story leading up to it.

They spent what seemed like forever in their heated but calming embrace; each feeling completion and contentment with the other. The lovers stayed this way until at long last, Jareth's voice broke the sweet silence between them.

"That spell I told you about will wear off soon."

"I'd love to stay like this forever," Sarah sighed. "Just laying here with you... This is so perfect. Why did I ever fight you?"

"You had no other choice, really. I understand, and I would never hold such a thing against you, my love."

She gestured toward his erection. "Would you hold that against me?" She giggled, and got a small chuckle from the King of Goblins. He was more or less laughing at the way she smiled, and how beautiful she was, but he didn't tell her that. There wasn't enough time.

"I would," Jareth teased, as he moved off her, and replaced his clothes with magic. "However I really must be on my way now..."

Her eyes filled with tears, although she tried desperately to hide them. Sarah was torn. She'd never felt like this before... What was it that he had done to make her feel this way?

"So that's really it, then?" Though she tried to hide the anger and hurt in her voice, it came across loud and clear to his sensitive ears. "You're just going to leave now?"

Using his magic to cover the girl in her own clothes once again, Jareth backed away from the bed. He didn't want to cause her any more pain. This was obviosly not the romantic encounter he had envisioned it to be.

"Sarah..." His silky tone caressed her senses, as it always had. He stood with his back to her, as she moved to the edge of the bed, and rearranged her clothes, sadly. "I knew this would not be easy for you. Nor is it easy for me. But I do have a kingdom to run, I am the Goblin King. And I have no other choice but to go back. I once offered you a place by my side; as my Queen. But now... this has to end, I am sorry. I will always treasure the memories we have shared in this room."

"Can't I go back with you?" Sarah was openly crying now, and she stood and walked around to face him. She saw something that she never thought she would see. The Goblin King was... crying? Well, not yet, but he looked like he was about to. Crystalline droplets were forming inside his mismatched eyes. She felt such pity for him, and she did not want him to remember her that way. "Please, don't leave things like this. You can't."

"You are right, Sarah. I can't. But I also could not go on every day pining for you as I did before I came here. Should you choose to return to my castle with me, there would be no way for you to ever return here. It is a decision, which I refuse to allow you to make on my behalf. That would not be fair to you..."

As he was talking, the tears seemed to dissipate. His eyes were no longer the eyes of a pained love, but of a man with a purpose. Jareth became the Goblin King once more; returning to his former mask of indifference. And he left the girl, disappearing into the night. A snowy white barn owl took flight from Sarah's bedroom window that night. And flew across the sky; higher than the moon.

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--One Month Later--

Sarah could not get over her depression. She could not get her midn off Jareth, and all that had transpired betwwen them. At times, she felt as if things would be okay, but something inside just told her it was not right. She was being forced to live a lie, and she knew it!

In her room, late at night, her mind shifted to a time of long ago forgotten memories... It was raining outside, but she wasn't really there. She was back in the Labyrinth; back in the arms of the one and only man she had ever dared to love. And it hurt her even more, because she knew that he loved her in return. Yet fate still insisted upon keeping them apart.

"It's not fair!" She screamed, as she flung herself down on the bed. A bolt of lightning from the storm drowned out her screams, so no one would hear. Little did she know that one person did hear; the only one that mattered. She knew he would hear her; she could feel him listening. Suddenly, an idea occuured to her. Olivine eyes lit up with glee, as her face rose from the pillow.

A lost voice whispered in the distance. "Sarah... Don't do it, Sarah. It's not worth it; I'm not worth it."

"Yes you are," She whispered back. "I wish..."

"Sarah, don't." He warned her harshly, not sure whether she really heard him or not.

"I wish..." When he saw her eyes in his crystal, he knew she was determined. There was no use in trying to stop her; for her will was as strong as his. he saw that now. "That the King of the Goblins would come and take me away, and keep me in his castle, forever! Right now..."

She was across the room, and flipping off her light when she heard the sound of wings hitting her window. Something in her would not allow her to open it for him, no matter how badly she wanted to. Sarah stayed, frozen in place, until it burst open of it's own accord. The owl fluttered in, and when she saw one last lightning bolt strike the horizon beyond him, the scenery from her window changed into a forbidden, yet familiar landscape.

"Sarah." He only stated her name, but in his eyes she could see the pain. She could also see his love for her. It had been long-kept and bottled up for years, but it was still there.

"Jareth!" Sarah could not stop herself, she ran to him. They embraced for a few long moments, before disappearing from the tiny room; the place that Sarah loved.

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When they arrived back, they were in the King's bedchamber. Sarah didn't know how it happened, but she was now wearing the same dress she had worn in the crystal ballroom, so long ago. But one more decoration had been added to her hair. She now wore a shiny sparkling crown. It was nestled delicately amongst all the pretty hair decorations, and lovely brunette curls.

"I told you once that I would spin you Valentine evenings," He told her, taking her into his bed. "And it seems that only a short while ago, I truly did. There has been a sad love deep in your eyes for such a long time now, it seems like forever."

"But forever is not long at all," She answered her King.

Jareth knelt over her, in his usual attire of solid black, which was a sharp contrast to her own innocent white. Sarah gasped when he kissed her, and she felt a draft. He had once again removed all of her clothes without her knowledge or consent.

"It's not fair!" She mock-pouted, and looked at him.

"What isn't fair, love?"

"You're still dressed, and I'm not."

She gently caressed his aching member once more through his black tights. He moaned at the sensation. Jareth loved it when she did that. Before he could do anything about it, Sarah had used the delicious little distraction to pull him free from his clothing, shirt and pants and all. She could not wait to have him inside her, and pulled him down closely to her.

But Jareth, being the evil wicked man he is, decided to tease her a little bit first. He hovered just inches above her, and let his long golden hair tease lightly over her breasts. She laughed; how he loved it when she laughed like that. She was so full of joy and happiness, no wonder she made him feel the way she did.

"You're such a tease," His Queen told him, as she reached up to push him over onto his back.

"What are you doing?"

"Giving you a taste of your own medicine..."

As she climbed over him, she paused long enough to lick over his erection impatiently, making Jareth arch his back and groan. Sarah liked the way all of his muscles stood out when he did that. He was full of power; she could feel it beneath her when she moved to straddle him.

"Sarah..." His voice held a warning. "Don't toy with me."

She gasped as he grabbed her hips, and impaled her with his steely arousal. The lovers moved together as one, until the room sizzled with electric pleasure. Jareth finally had his Sarah; the one girl who had defeated him. But now... He had conquered her heart at last. And it was an amazing feeling.

Sarah rode him well into the night, until at last they convulsed together achieving their final highest glory. Their movements together were like poetry, and they never wanted it to end. And now that they were finally together... It would never have to.

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From that moment on, every Valentine's Day, it was said that the King and Queen of the Goblins would celebrate. They would go aboveground, on silent wings of silk. Sneaking into the unused room in the Williams' house, they were said to reinact the very first time they understood their true feelings for one another. It was a perpetual act of love, and they would stay that way... forever; not long at all.

THE END

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Disclaimer: I don't own Labyrinth, etc.

A/N: Well, I hope you have all enjoyed the Valentine's Day journey of Jareth and Sarah. That was, in my own opinion, a very cute little short story. Please R&R, as I would love to hear any comments from my darling readers! I tried my best to get this one out yesterday, in time for V-day, but that did not work. Hopefully the day after will have to do. I love holiday fics... This isn't anything like A Crystal Christmas was. But hey, I tried, right? I thank you all for taking your valuable time to read this, and I invite you to read my other stories, if you will. (::passes out one-day-late V-day cards, and gifts, and chocolate::)

-Kaline Reine