He sighed and thought for a few minutes. "To put it simply it is like you are my betrothed, though it is a magical bond that cannot be broken. Fae can only be bonded once in their life, and when their bonded dies..." He swallowed. "When their bonded dies, or vice versa, fae tend to die from a broken heart. Any emotion you feel, pain, happiness, hope, I will feel it too."

Sarah continued to remain in silence for a while, everything from their passionate kiss now making sense to her. The overwhelming feeling she had driving her knees to grow weak from utter ecstasy, the pounding of her heart in her ears, and the doubling of her emotions. All of it had been the fault of this bond he was speaking of. Then, a gear clicked in her head and she stood up swiftly, waving her head wildly as she tried to form words. "So, this was all your fault?!" she squeaked, narrowing her brows and looking down at him in a fit or rage. "You allowed this to happen and now I'm stuck with you forever?!"

He swallowed, the orange in his hair quickly turning to black. He should have known that this was going to happen, it was a classic Sarah move after all to have a tantrum. "You cannot tell me that you did not want it." He muttered. HIs mood was becoming more sullen by the minute, and the black streaks in his hair were widening. "You egged it on, and yes, I allowed it to happen, but..." He threw his hands up in a shrug. "I am sorry for acting rashly."

Sarah paced back and forth, her hand running through her hair momentarily before falling back to her sides, the impact of her hands on her thighs resulting in a smack. Her mind reeled with confusing notions. What in the hell are you going to now you dolt? You kissed him and now you're practically married. Are you happy now? You're married to a man that you don't know with no idea what so ever to about it and there is no magical divorce to get out of this. The voice in her head paused for a moment and she moved to her desk, leaning over the chair in front of it and taking a few deep breaths. He's a pretty good kisser though, so that's plus I suppose. A small smile crossed her lips. A really good kisser. Her smiled widened a bit and she brought one hand to her lips, the tips of her fingers gently grazing over the soft pink of where his lips had touched hers.

Jareth closed his eyes and shifted in the window seat, his head resting on the wall. This was it, his life was over, doomed to die of heartbreak before he reached the age of 2,000. He could tell that Sarah was confused, hurt, maybe even a little angry, and he sighed. She had every right to be. If he had told her the implications of them touching before the kiss, if he had explained why he had always worn gloves around her before...he snorted and brought one gloved hand to his mouth. He gripped the edge of his glove with his teeth and pulled it off, the glove vanishing into thin air before he repeated the action with the other glove. He didn't have much of a use for them now.

Sarah began to trace her fingers over her lips, suddenly remembering how amazing it had felt to be in his arms. She glanced over at him, his head gently resting on her wall. She looked back in the mirror, watching him carefully in it's reflective surface as he removed his gloves with his teeth. Well, that's something I definitely never thought I would find attractive. She took a few sort breaths and turned from her desk, continuing the pacing she had been doing prior. Alright. Let's just think rationally here for a minute. As the tiny voice in her head spoke to her, her head bobbed up and down, as if she were actually speaking out loud. He's not that bad looking. Oh, who are you kidding he's gorgeous. She kept her gaze on the floor in front of her, wanting to sort out all her thoughts before she looked at him again, the memory of their passionate moment still at the front of her mind.

This was it, he had reached a level of sadness that was even deeper than the sadness he had felt when she had rejected him the first time. His hair was completely black now, with no hints of it ever being blonde before. His eyes remained closed as he ran a hand absently through his hair. He should just leave, it would be better that way, and he could die bak at home, and Sarah wouldn't have to see him in such an awful state. He opened his eyes once more and gazed over at her, surprised that she was looking at him as well.

As Sarah looked at him she saw the color of his hair and the sadness in his eyes. She hadn't even had the chance to process her feelings before her own eyes began to well with tears. Look what you've done to him. She began to walk towards him now, reaching him quickly and kneeling in front of his legs. "Please don't be sad." she said, a single tear falling down her cheek. "I-I didn't mean to....explode like that I just......it's a lot to take in." She reached her hand up and cupped his cheek, hoping that she could do something to make him smile again. Oh, god. His smile. That's another thing that's a plus.

He was surprised that she moved to his side, and was even more surprised that she asked him to not be sad. He watched the tear fall from her eye, and without thinking about what reaction this would cause, he reached out and gently brushed the tear from her cheek. He had to keep himself from jumping when she reached out to him as well. His eyes watched her face, trying to see if she was joking, just playing a game with him, and when he realized that she wasn't his hair lightened slightly, to a chocolatey brown.

Sarah stared into his eyes, happy to see his mood softening along with his hair. Alright, we've got him calming down that's good. But now what do we do? She caressed his cheek lightly with her thumb. Tell him you just need time to think. No, that will probably just make him mopey again. Tell him.....that you like him. No that's way to humiliating to admit. What the hell, this is difficult. Sarah could think of nothing else to do. She leaned forward and place a soft kiss on his cheek. "I'm not angry. I was just taken by surprise. I do think we should talk about this though." she said, her head moving back again and her eyes finding his, staring into them deeply and numerous thoughts at once running through her mind.

Jareth watched as quite a few thoughts seemed to flit over her features, and then seemed to disappear as soon as they appeared. When she said that she was not angry his hair returned to the usual blonde. "We can talk about it all you like Sarah." He started to feel a little inkling of hope, but he did his best to suppress it.

Sarah caught a twinkle in his eyes and the slightest notion of a grin coming over his face, so faint it was as if he were trying not to smile at all. She stared into his mismatched eyes, her emotions suddenly overcome with joy and hope. Suddenly, the memory of their kiss broke through her defenses like a freight train, her body immediately taken over by a feeling of want. His eyes bore into hers with such sincerity and hope that Sarah hardly realized she had locked lips with him once again.

Jareth stared back at her, his head cocked slightly to the side. For someone that wanted to talk things over, Sarah sure was quiet. He watched her carefully, noting nothing out of the ordinary, until he was slammed with her feeling of want. His hair did a dramatic turn, shifting from all blond to blonde with deep purple streaks, and a small sigh left his lips immediately before Sarah kissed him. He was surprised, for a few seconds, at the kiss, and then finally he took over, his bare hands sweeping over her back. He nipped her lower lip gently and purred happily as their kiss continued.

Sarah shivered slightly as his hands roamed over her back, his teeth pinching at her bottom lip and driving her absolutely mad. So stood slowly, never breaking their kiss and straddled him, pressing his back against the wall and kissing him deeper than she could recall kissing anyone before. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing his face to hers as she kissed him with a near animal passion, her tongue parting his lips and forcing it's entrance into his mouth.

Jareth hummed as she moved, though he admitted that he was surprised when she straddled him. A growl escaped his lips as she depend the kiss and he shivered momentarily as he felt her tongue invade his mouth. Eventually however he realized that she was trying to be dominating and it amused him. One of his hands tangled in her hair, which he pulled at gently, and he forced her tongue back into her mouth with his, savoring the taste of her.