Her first instinct to jump at the contact of his hand on her rear was pushed away almost immediately, the feeling of him touching and kissing her simply to wonderful for her to care. She grasped each side of his shirt, pulling it apart rather quickly and diving her head down to his torso. She pressed deep kisses to any piece of exposed flesh she could find, her tongue dragging along his skin as her head moved from area to area of his chest.

Jareth sighed happily and closed his eyes as she moved to kiss his chest. His hand that was in her hair moved to rub her back, and the other hand gave her a playful squeeze. He opened his eyes and turned to look at his reflection, smirking when he saw that his hair was, a very deep, violet.

Unable to find any more new skin to kiss, Sarah scratched at Jareth's chest, her eyes combing over his body and her hand running down the southern fabric of his shirt. "This needs to go." she said simply, her lips pressing to his chest again as her eyes traveled up his body and to his eyes.

Jareth hissed as she scratched at his chest. However when she mentioned that she thought that his shirt needed to go he was snapped back to reality. "Sarah." He sighed. "We can't."

Sarah whimpered loudly, her forehead falling to his chest as she grunted in displeasure. "Again? Seriously?" she said, now frustrated by his seemingly constant attempts to keep her from having as much of him as possible. She sat up quickly, her face baring her frustration and crossed her arms in front of her chest. "What's the problem now, Jareth?"

He sighed, the purple fading from his hair. He could tell that she was frustrated, just from the look on her face. He sighed and rubbed his hand against his face. "You're so young still." He murmured. "I wouldn't want to be taking advantage."

Sarah cocked her brows and stared at him with confusion. Wasn't she the one that kept trying to take advantage of him? Wasn't she the one that kept trying to engage in things other than kissing? Didn't he want her? "What are you talking about?" she said, allowing her arms to fall to her sides. "The only thing you seem to be trying to take advantage of is the 'you're too young' excuse. It's not as if I'm begging for you to stop or nervous about it in anyway. I literally throwing myself at you and you're refusing to take it."

Jareth sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Did you ever take a second and think for a moment Sarah?" He flushed slightly and it traveled to his hair. "It's quite obvious to me that I would not be your first, however..." He trailed off and flushed wildly before turning to look back out the window.

Sarah looked at him, confusion still plastered on her face. What was he trying to say? What was he getting at? "Did I ever stop to think about what? Whether or not I want you? Of course I do. Why would I try if I didn't want it?" She paused after he began to stare out the window. "However.....what?"

He sighed. "As I said, it is clear to me that I am not your first." He sighed and turned to look back at her. "Do you get where I am coming from?" Though he had fooled around with quite a few he had never taken that last, that final life changing step. He was absolutely terrified.

Still incredibly confused, Sarah looked away from him for a moment, desperately trying to put together what exactly he was trying to get her to understand. Why wouldn't he just say it?
He's a virgin.
The sudden realization melted her confused expression immediately. Her face was blank, and so was her mind. How in the hell had someone that attractive never been with a woman? She had no words. She scrambled for something to say that would ease his most likely embarrassment, but try as she might she came up with nothing. After several long moments, Sarah finally looked at him blankly, her mouth agape and her eyes darting back and forth between his eyes. She shook her head softly, soft sounds of possible speech escaping her throat but no formation of actual words followed her actions.

Jareth stared out the window, chewing on his lip absently. He didn't know how else he could say it without just coming out and saying it. It was deplorable. For instance his oldest brother had at least seven illegitimate children. "I'm afraid you don't get much attention when you're the youngest son of the High King." He muttered, too ashamed to meet her gaze.

His words seemed to snap her out of her speechless trance, her hands darting forward and grabbing at his face, forcing him to look at her. She leaned forward and kissed him tenderly, gently massaging his cheek with the pad of her thumb. "There's nothing to be ashamed about. I'm not going to look at you any differently." She flashed him a soft smile and rested her forehead on his, taking a deep breath as she prepared to speak the most difficult words of her life. "I...I love you, Jareth."

Jareth sighed happily as she tried to console him. She was so sweet, so kind, so lovely. "Thank you Sarah. Your words mean a lot to me." He placed a kiss on her cheek as she moved to rest her forehead against his. He watched her carefully as she took a deep breath. Then he froze. He was shocked at her words. His hair turned bright turquoise and he took a few deep breaths before he said anything. "I love you too Sarah."

She smiled when she heard him speak again, his words seeming to wrap a warm blanket around her body. She tilted her head, placing a deep, loving kiss to his lips and inhaling deeply. When their lips parted, Sarah examined his face, her eyes catching the color of his hair and she smiled wider. "There's the color I want to see." she said, softly petting his face and tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear. As he finger grazed the top of his ear, she noted that there was a slight point.