Sarah moaned louder than she had expected when Jareth pulled at her hair, going nearly limp in his arms as she allowed him to taste her mouth with his tongue. Soft whimpers escaped her lips with each movement of is tongue, forceful yet tender in her mouth. She gripped at his neck, her hips moving of their own accord now, lifted above his lap and softly twisting on his stomach.

Jareth sighed happily against her lips, before pulling away. "We cannot." Oh he wanted to, and he knew that she did as well, but it would be wrong. "We should talk about this situation, and about other things..."

Sarah groaned with displeasure and jolted her fingers into his hair. She knew he was right, but the utter electricity running through her body with every move he made had set her aflame with desire. "But," she whimpered out, her body ceasing movement as she sat down upon his lap.

He sighed. "No buts." He shifted slightly. "We need to talk about the bond, and about..." He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "The age difference for one." It was true. There was a rather sizable difference between the two of them, and yet Jareth did not seem to care.

Sarah began to get a little irritated. How could he drive her to a point where she was nearly dry humping him and then say they need to stop? Had she done something wrong? Disgruntled, she climbed off of his lap and sat down next to him, her arms crossed and her face sporting an expression that could only convey annoyance. "Fine."

Jareth sighed and watched her carefully. "You are the one that said that you wanted to talk." He ran a hand through his hair. "And there is the age gap between us." Every word he said was painful. All he wanted was to be kissing her again.

Sarah shook her head in disbelief. How dare he? "Well, I obviously don't want to talk anymore you glittery git." She couldn't believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. Why was she so upset? "You were the one that came here and told me that you loved me. Now that I'm acting on it suddenly the age gap matters?! It didn't seem to matter when you were singing to me. Or when you begged me to stay. Or when my tongue was down your throat and you were moaning like a cat in heat."

Jareth's eyes narrowed. "What. Did you just. Call me?" Lighting flashed outside her window. He took a deep breath. "It did matter, but again, I did not expect to fall in love with you." He swallowed. "It just. It happened all of a sudden. You were there, and you were beautiful, and commanding."

She hung her head down when he spoke, knowing that what she said had been hurtful in someway. She jumped slightly when the lightning flashed outside, the roar of the thunder that followed seeming to form a knot in her stomach. When he spoke again, she relaxed a bit, his tone now calmer. The words he had said, however, caused her to take a hard swallow. She directed her gaze to her hands, which were now ringing themselves in her lap. "I didn't expect it either." she said softly, her head still hung down. You didn't expect to hunger for his tongue either, you trollip.

Jareth watched her carefully, feeling slightly ashamed when she jumped at the lightning flash. He had many words to say to her, and yet it was as though he didn't have the means to say them. "I did not expect any of this." He muttered. "I only wish for your happiness Sarah, if that means I leave, and you find another human to fall in love with for a time I will do my best to stay alive so that you may remain happy."

Sarah darted a worried glance at him, suddenly stricken with a slight stab of heartbreak. "No!" she said, without even thinking about whether she was experiencing his feelings or her own. "You said you could die! I would never wish that!" Her eyes began to sting with tears as the mere thought of him dying flushed through her mind. "I-I mean.....I" a single tear fell down from her eye, settling in the small crevice by her mouth.

Jareth felt a stab of heartbreak, unclear whether it was his own or hers, and his eyes watched her carefully. "You are one of the few then." He said with a shrug. He turned his eyes outside, and the sky broke, rain pouring down on her house in buckets. "You do not wished to be tied to one such as I, and I apologize profusely for cursing you to this."

Sarah gathered her thoughts, not really caring whether or not she was acting on her own feelings or simply reacting to the feelings they were sharing. She lifted her hand, bringing it softly to his cheek and turning his face back to her. "I'm a teenager." she said simply, as if that was reason enough for her uncertainty, but then continued. "I don't know what I want." She brought her other hand to rest on the other side of his face, gently rubbing her thumb across his cheek. "But, you could at least give me a chance to find out before you decide for me that I don't want this."

He hummed and leaned his face into her hand. Even her gentle touch was comforting, and he did not know if that was because they were bonded, or simply because she was his Sarah. "Yes Sarah." He murmured softly. "I will allow you that chance at least."

Sarah smiled at him softly, hoping that he would return it eventually. She didn't like him frowning, for some odd reason it made her feel uneasy and upset. "Please don't be sad anymore." she said, hoping that her gentle words would coax him into cheering up a bit. "Wipe that frown off your face."