Jareth sighed to himself. He was going to have to change after she was done using his shirt as a handkerchief. When she crawled into his lap he held her close and nuzzled his face into her neck. "Shhhh. I have forgiven you precious. I hold no ill will towards you."

Sarah continued to sob into his chest for a few long moments before they finally began to subside. She attempted to dry her eyes with the sleeve of her shirt, nuzzling further against him and burring his face deeper into the crevice of her body. "I didn't mean to hurt you." she said softly, her tone calmer now. She arched her back, clinging to his neck and placing a gentle kiss just below his ear. "I would never want to hurt you."

Jareth hummed as she kissed below his ear. Just as long as she didn't figure out that his ears were slightly pointed, that could be a little discovery that was saved for another time. "I told you precious, there is no need to be sorry, or to apologize." He pressed a kiss to her neck.

Sarah's mouth dropped open as Jareth lips touched her neck, a hot spurt of air escaping her mouth and undoubtedly grazing his neck. She kissed him again softly, no longer clinging to him, but simply keeping her arms wrapped about his neck. "Ok." she said quietly, nudging his earlobe with her nose. "Ok." She had calmed down considerably now, merely reveling in his touch once again and not wanted to let go.

Jareth hummed and nuzzled her neck. "Could you sit up for just a moment?" His shirt was drenched, and he didn't quite like the feeling of cold, damp, fabric being pressed into his chest. He pressed another kiss to her neck while he waited for her to move. "Don't worry, you can cling to me like a spider monkey in a few seconds."

Sarah whimpered and reluctantly released her hold on Jareth, sitting up straight and pouting her lips. She realized that she must have looked like a child, but she didn't care. Her face was merely expressing the feeling she now felt after having to let him go.

Jareth purred at the expression on her face. "That lip." He murmured. "I'm going to get it." He leaned forward and sucked her lip into his mouth before letting it go. In a few seconds he had changed his shirt from a white one to one of his black ones. "Come now." He motioned his arms. "I told you that it wouldn't be very long."

Sarah was startled by Jareth's kiss at first, but immediately moaned with pleasure as her lip was forced into the man's mouth. When he released and leaned back again, said remained were she was at first, a stunned expression on her face. When he offered his arms, however, Sarah lunged at him, wrapping her arms about his neck again and pressing their lips together firmly.

He chuckled against her lips but quickly settled into their kiss. They had talked enough for now, and he stroked over her back, doing his best to not have his hands trail too far down. His mind was whirling at their kiss and he opened his mouth slightly to track his tongue across Sarah's lips.

Sarah shivered and nearly growled as she parted her lips, gratefully taking Jareth's tongue into her mouth and suckling at it gently. She began to run her fingers through his hair, pulling ever so softly on his hair as she readjusted herself in his lap, wrapping her legs about his waist and sitting herself down in his lap.

Jareth almost felt his hair turn purple, and he was sure that if he looked at himself the strands would be violet. He growled against her lips and buried one of his hands in her hair, as his other hand rested on her lower back, right above where her jeans started. He shivered as she sucked on his tongue and he purred against her lips.

Sarah kissed him with desperation, almost wishing she could somehow get him deeper into her mouth. She sighed happily, a deep strong kiss accompanying the sigh as she hugged his body close to hers. She parted their lips, her eyes remaining closed for a moment before she opened them to the sight of his own brilliant corneas staring back at her.

Jareth hummed and squeezed her tighter, as though she would become one with him through that simple gesture. He pulled his tongue back into his mouth and nipped her lower lip. He hummed when she opened her eyes and he pulled her even closer, his hand in her hair pulling lightly.

A sigh mixed with pleasure and happiness came from her mouth and Sarah kissed him again, running her hands down his now black clothed body and humming rather loudly. Her fingers found small strings on his shirt and she began to pull, slowly freeing his chest of the cloth in her way with each yank of the strings.

He shivered and pulled on her hair a little harder as she started to pull his shirt strings lose. A small voice rang out in the back of his head, trying to tell him that this was wrong, that she was far too young, but for the moment he did not care. His lower hand moved into one of her back pockets.