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-Chapter Three-

For a long moment, all she felt was nothing.

Then fire exploded along her veins, raced through her being, and she wasn't who she was anymore. Light and dark and gold and silver swirled in her vision, shimmering and shifting in shape, and she couldn't think of anything but him.

Screaming, again. Lightning tearing through the trees.

Him, lips on hers, hungry and raw and aching. Hungry - God, yes, she had been starving. And he gave her what she wanted, and who else would do such a thing for her?

Another crash.

She threw herself backwards, painfully scraping her back against the wall. God, now it was hard to breathe! That bastard! How dare he!

He just smirked at her.

She frowned at him for a long moment before standing and tucking Toby into the crib. Jareth didn't follow, just remained crouched on the floor, ever-so patient and exuding a cool confidence that made her want to scream.

Sarah glowered, then stalked back over and dropped to her knees in front of him. His smirk grew into a predatory grin. Smug bastard, yes. But wonderful. Perfect. And waiting for her to make her move, his eyes alight with interest and curiosity. She was fairly certain, however, that he knew just what she had in mind.

And so it came as no surprise to either of them that she kissed him.

The taste of autumn in her mouth, soft and velvety, silken hair sliding through her hands like water. Warm, so very warm. She had been so cold before, deep, bone-chilling cold, aching throughout her body, but now she was melting.

Then his hands were tugging at her clothing, warm and insistant and what else could she do but draw the heat and brilliance of his body to her own?

And even in the overwhelming warmth and made a fool by her own desire, she knew it was only a compromise. For now... her eyes slid shut in ecstacy. She was wanted. He wanted her. The only one person who ever wanted her. Why fight it anymore? But she wouldn't let him... do something, but she couldn't remember what it was.

The screaming from below continued, but upstairs, here, with the weight of him crushing her down, the taste of his skin under her lips, the hands sliding over her too-tender flesh - it didn't matter. He wanted her.

She laughed bitterly. She'd been too weak, then. A grownup little child who didn't know what she wanted, had gotten her worst nightmare, and discovered to her horror that the nightmare was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

Jareth laughed with her, face set in smug triumph, long fingers trailing down her bare stomach with a lazy hunger that made her squirm in desire. He knew. Of course he knew, and he still wanted her.

A wail of pain echoed through the house as glass shattered. Hell. She was in hell. The wind whistled mournfully through the trees, almost sympathetic to her roiling emotions. Compassion, from him? No - nothing there but that terrible burning desire, the one she couldn't fight, the one she didn't want to battle, the one she yielded to instantly.

He kissed her again, rough and sweet and heady. Possession and desire.

Damn him.

She wriggled out of her jeans beneath his wildly glittering eyes, pulled him desperately against her with a need she couldn't explain. She was far from innocent now - why not tarnish herself completely? He was, after all, the most perfect creature she had ever laid eyes on.

Why not? she wondered in the moment before she lost her senses completely. Then she couldn't think anymore, because he was-

Damn her too.

Toby lay asleep in his crib, forgotten.

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AN: Hee hee hee.

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