Author's Note: Alright, here it is, the end of the road. Please keep all arms and legs inside until the story has come to a complete stop. And yes, I know the last two chapters were short, that was for my sake. I just wasn't ready to end it all yet! Thank-you all for your reviews, feel free to leave some more when you finish this chapter, I appreciate them all.

Disclaimer: If you haven't realized by now that I own nothing related to Labyrinth, you haven't been paying attention.

The next morning found the two sprawled together in Sarah's hotel room. Jareth had taken care of Matt, essentially wiping his memory and sending him home with Deborah to make sure no one disturbed them, but now he was hungry. As quietly as possible, he began sliding out of bed when Sarah's arm, which had been resting across his chest, pushed him back down.

"Stay" she mumbled, eyes still closed.

"Sarah, I - "

"Look, I waited seven years, you are going to at least cuddle with me for ten minutes. Get your ass back in bed."

He did as he was told, although he looked a little frightened.

"You're not a morning person, are you?"

"No, but you'll get used to it."

He smiled at that, wrapping his arms around her and nuzzling the crook of her neck. She sighed contentedly, and they stayed entwined like that for a while longer. Eventually, though, she pulled back until she could look him in the eye.

"You know I love you" she told him.

"And I you" he said, kissing her forehead.

She ran her hand across his stomach. "You're hungry aren't you?" she asked.

"Well, a little," he started, but was cut off when Sarah ran her hand a little lower.

"On the other hand," he continued, running his hands lazily across her breasts and grinning wickedly, "this room is paid for for another two hours. It would be a shame to put it to waste."