The Fairy Queen Part 5

Author's note: Some sexual content, but I'm not warning it because none of the other parts of this fic should need a warning.
Sarah blinked her eyes open to find Jareth already perched on the sole bed, coaxing a meager candle to give light.
"What happened?"
"Welcome to one of Nobora's oubliettes, Sarah."
She rolled to her knees. "It's certainly more posh than yours."
He childishly stuck his tongue out at her. "An oubliette is not supposed to be comfortable. What jailer wants his prisoner to be happy?"
"So you admit you were a jailer?"
"I was not," he snapped indignantly, rising to his feet.
She stood up quickly after him. "You just said you didn't agree with prisoners comfortable, with the jailed happy."
"I didn't mean you. I would've made you safe. I let you escape."
"As I recall you, Mr. 'Generous', left me in an oubliette and were none too pleased when I escaped. You didn't want me to win, liar."
Jareth's face contorted with anger at her accusation. "What?"
"You-" she stabbed his chest "-are-" again "-a-" again "-liar!" She shoved him backward. '"Everything I've done I've done for you,' like hell. You just wanted a snog. You're a frikkin' stalker who just needs to get laid but the only female you could find was a fifteen year old apparently, never mind the woman your age who lives next door! What were you doing drinking with Nobora for three years? I went through high school hell like every other girl who hasn't had some magical bloke whisk her away, dress her up in a ballgown, and make her dreams come true before she realizes she's in a nightmare! You were never there for me! So what the hell have you done for me, Jareth Goblin King?"
There was a strained silence before he quietly said, "Wait, Nobora told you we went drinking after you won?"
"Forget Nobora. We're seconds away from a passionate, anger-fueled make-out here."
"What?"
But she had already reached up, grabbed his head, and pressed her lips to his. Almost instantaneously afterwards, she pulled back.
"And what the devil is with your pants?"
"If this is what you call foreplay, Sarah, we're going to have to have some lessons."
Jareth gathered Sarah up in his arms and pulled her close. He traced circles, stars with his fingers dancing lightly over her skin, leaving traces like fire blazing. Laughter or desire bubbled up from deep in her core and spilled until she had twisted knots into his hair. He held her steady, sliding his knee between her legs, thigh to thigh.
Sarah suddenly stumbled back, gasping. "What was I just doing?"
"I'm not sure but I am not complaining."
"That I can see," she replied coolly, fixing her eyes on his face, no lower.
Jareth sighed, taking a step towards her but she stepped further away. "Sarah, I'm sorry for all the mistakes I made. I honestly am. Those three years Nobora said she took me drinking? She didn't. I sat in my castle alone for three far too long and lonely years wondering why I acted so stupidly. And then Nobora appeared, tied me up, and dragged me back to her place so you could run her labyrinth because of a stupid bet I made when I was drunk. Previously. Ages ago."
Sarah nodded as if contemplating. "Your apology started out very well, stellar. But it kind of fell apart at the end."
"Apologies for a poor apology."
"No need," Sarah yawned. "I apologize for yelling at you. You did not deserve it and you did help me more than I merited when I was in your labyrinth. It was unfair of me to blame you for my troubles in school. They made me stronger. I am glad for them."
"But they still hurt," replied Jareth softly, absentmindedly rubbing one gloved hand over the other. "I accept your apology." She yawned again. "Come along, Sarah," he murmured gently. He reached to gather her up in his arms and she let him, the anger having melted from her limbs. Laying her gently down on the bed, he moved to make himself comfortable elsewhere.
"Where are you going?" she murmured after him.
"There's only one bed, Sarah."
"I know."
Jareth paused. Then, moving delicately, he lay down on the bed beside her, chest to her back. He reached over with his fingers and extinguished the candle.