YES this is just a one shot. Yes it's a bit strange but if i'm quite honest if i was Sarah i wouldn't stop thinking of Jareth-And Yes- I do want Jareth myself ^-^. You guys can still comment and review. PLEAAASE. Much Love. LittlEm

The only way Sarah slept after Jareth gave her back Toby, and sent her back home, was to dream of him. When her thoughts were filled with school or home life she couldn't close her eyes to sleep. Nothing seemed all right and every stress filled her to the brim as though she were about to explode with angst. Then she'd dream of Jareth, his eyes, the way he looked. About how tempting he had really been to her. She'd dream things and then write them in a journal she locked under her mattress. On occasion she'd read through the dreams, notice how much detail had actually been in them.

The only way Jareth could bring himself to sleep was to dream of her. To dream of Sarah. To think of her as she'd been when she was here, restless in her quest to find her brother. He wanted to be the one to make her restless again. The Goblins pestered him as to why he couldn't sleep as much as he did, or why he seemed pre-occupied in thought so often. He wasn't about to tell the worthless slugs who did his bidding now was he? So he shouted and cursed and told them to go kill some worthless creature rather than stick their nose into his business… that was before letting his mind wander back to Sarah and how she must've grown-bloomed- in the year since they'd met and parted.

A year had indeed past between worlds and though the world's times run differently it had been a year for both. Time seemed to drag for the young Sarah and Jareth, both longing to see one another. Their thoughts bursting with ideas of the idea, of things they'd like to do, say, see… to see the others skin and the way they moved towards them.

Sarah couldn't stand the longing anymore, it had been a year since she'd seen him and there was nothing she wanted more than to touch his skin and feel his lips on her. The way he'd enticed her with the peach, how tempting it had been. Though then she'd had other ideas knowing her brother was in peril.

"I want to feel him against me… how warm he was when we danced… I want to feel his warmth once more…"

Like Jareth had hoped Sarah had bloomed and was now all woman. With ample chest and pronounced hips. Sarah had come into herself over the year they'd been apart but had still not let any man nor boy touch her. As if she were saving herself for him – for Jareth. She thought on his and without realizing she'd done it had touched herself over him, thoughts of him tantalizing her. She dreamt explicit thoughts and awoke to find herself panting, as if he'd been there with her. Such is the power of dreaming something so frequently that you can almost feel the other person.

Jareth unlike Sarah had not matured, aged, grown old in anyway, but he retained his youth and was almost getting younger. Jareth's mind however was ageing and needing – lusting for something truly youthful. For the touch, taste or smell of something youthful and ripe. Like a fresh peach. Even the thought of her lips around that peach he'd enticed her with sent gooseflesh crawling over his skin. She was the height of want, lust, and need. She was all he wanted, and what the Goblin King wanted, he got.

She couldn't help dreaming of him. Especially on nights when the whole family was out- she refused to go on little family outings as she said it ruined her time alone. When really she used the time alone to dream, daydream and think non-stop of Jareth. It was coming onto nine- but Sarah had not been paying attention to how the time had drawn around her. "Goblin King…Come to me…Jareth…" She could hear herself moaning, simply assuming she was dreaming

"Goblin King…Come to me…Jareth…" Her voice calling out to him, she was finally calling out to him. His skin tightened and he grew instantly hard knowing she was calling for him. Abandoning his post he vanished from his castle, from underground to go to her.

He found her lying in her bed, silk nightgown covering her pale skin. She had nothing on underneath this piece of material so it was infact fairly see-through. He could see everything she had to offer and he was tight in his trousers thinking about what he could do to her right now…

She thought she could hear movement, but assumed it was dream worthy. Her hands slipping over the duvet beneath her as she thought about Jareth's lips on her skin. Her lips parting as she moaned, thinking about how his lips would feel on her.

If only she'd opened her eyes then, she would have seen the figure in her room, looking over her body. But she did not, her eyes stayed closed.

She was moaning and writhing and Jareth didn't know how much more he could take of just watching her. Creeping over to the bed he slipped his hand onto her thigh and trailed his hand slowly up as his lips moved onto her neck. Her skin was soft and supple with a distinct aroma that Jareth couldn't put his finger on until she moaned right by his ear. Peaches. She'd gone out of her way to buy peach lotion, because it reminded her of him. Diabolically perfect. No longer could he stand the teasing as he his reached its precipice.

"Sarah, just open your eyes…"

Sarah could feel his lips, and now his hand. All she could think was how she wanted him with her right now. That's all she could desire. To have him hear, really stroking up her thigh. Tasting her peach skin, wanting her. Being tantalized by her skin. Letting herself sink into the feeling of his lips she moaned. Before long she heard words.

"Sarah, just open your eyes…"
She did and lo and behold he was there, before her eyes. Stooped over her body like a ravenous vulture waiting to take his prey. Sarah couldn't take her eyes off him. There he was before her and she was lost for words. Her mouth dry and her mind blank.

From the moment Sarah opened her eyes they both slipped into a state of shock until Jareth lowered his lips to hers and pushed her head back down onto the pillow, now lying over her virgin body. Letting her feel his throbbing length against her skin, his hand now moving slowly, rubbing her gently. Her hands crept up into his hair as she used her tongue to part his lips. Slowing moving her tongue against his at first before getting more into it and moaning gently as Jareth started to stimulate her properly. His fingers slipping over her, rubbing and making her wet, savouring her moistness.

Sarah pulled back from the kiss and leant her head back, arching her back and pulling her hips upwards to give him better access, parting her thighs and allowing his fingers to slip inside her. Jareth could not have imagined in his most gorgeous daydream how warm and enticing she would really feel. The yearning for her youth. Her body, soul… he removed his fingers much to Sarah's protesting whimpers and wiped them off before using her own hands to remove his shirt. Sarah finally sat up and ripped the shirt from his body. Covering him with hot, warm kisses that caused his body to quiver with anticipation. He was curious as to how her lips would feel on his now rigid length. His hands slipped to his trousers but before he could unzip her hands were there. Tugging his trousers down and throwing them aside. Letting him stand to attention for her.

Sarah's eyes glistened as she saw him presented for her. Slipping her silk nightgown off she threw that onto his trousers and moved over his body. Pinning him under her. He stroked the hair from her neck to leave it bare, lifting his head and kissing up her neck gently.

"Come now Sarah, do you really want this? … Do you really want me? …To be the sin on your skin, the fault on your flesh."
He pulled her down so her naked figure was pressed onto him, her curves holding down his length. Hearing her moan as she felt it press to her. His ears now right to her ear, his voice a hoarse whisper as his tongue flicked her earlobe.
"Tell me Sarah, do you want to be mine…"

Sarah's mouth was dry, her body a quivering mass dripping with anticipation of how he would fit inside her, how he'd take her. Her ears barely picking up his voice. Hearing the last question against her ear she moaned and proceeded to lick her lips.

"Jareth… I've wanted to be yours since we parted… you're all I think of. Filling my thoughts…Now, I want you to fill me and make me yours…"

A sinister smirk spread across his lips as he heard the words escape her mouth.
"Anything you desire Sarah…"