He watched her, amazement dawning on his features. He could not believe that she had told him that, and when she commented on the color of his hair he chuckled. "You're not allowed to say things just to watch my hair turn colors. You have to mean it." He froze when she found his ear, and he swallowed.

Sarah smiled and moved her head towards his ear, pressing a soft kiss on the slightly peeked top and bringing her hand back to his face. She brought her face back to its original position also, gazing into his eyes and pressing another loving kiss to his lips. "I do mean it." she said immediately after their lips parted, the movement of her own grazing the edge of Jareth's mouth.

Jareth sighed against her lips, and for once in his life, he was blissfully happy when their kiss broke he smiled. "I can tell precious." He swallowed before speaking again. "So, as far as anything is concerned regarding..." He coughed. "The bedroom. If you will be patient with me, I would appreciate it."

Sarah nodded her head and pressed yet another loving kiss to his lips, lingering there for a few seconds before pulling away again. "Of course I will." she said, flashing the first loving smile of their relationship and moving her hands to his shoulders. "We can takes this....as slow as you need to."

Jareth hummed against her lips and sighed happily as she pulled away. His heart leapt when she smiled at him, and he shot her a smile right back. His eyes closed as she moved her hands to his shoulders and he hummed happily. "Thank you precious. I do appreciate it."

Sarah nodded and continued to smile at him, reveling in the color of his hair and almost sorry that she was about to saw something that might cause it to change. "I must say," she began, biting at her lip a bit. "That those ears of yours are probably one of my favorite things about you so far. They're so cute."

He groaned and placed his head on her shoulder. "I hate my ears." He muttered into her shoulder. "I always have." He pressed a kiss to her shoulder and sighed. "You would like my least favorite feature, besides my eyes that is."

Sarah nearly gasped and stared at him. "What?!" she said, rather louder than she had actually meant to. "I love your eyes!" She followed her words with action, gazing into the splendid colors of his irises and simply trying to absorb their beauty with her own. "They're gorgeous!"

He sighed. How much should he tell her of his past? "I do admit that the color is lovely, but this..." He pointed to the eye with the larger pupil, "is thanks to my father." He blinked slowly and then watched her, hoping that she would not ask too many questions, and yet he wished that she would ask all of the questions in the world.

Sarah gazed into the eye he had signaled, lifting her hand and touching the skin just beneath it gently. "What did he do to you?" she asked, slightly terrified of the answer Jareth would give her. She did even want to imagine someone hurting him, let alone hearing about it. "Did....Did he hurt you?" A lump formed in her throat as the words came out of it, making her voice crack a bit.

Jareth watched her carefully, swallowing as she touched the skin below his eye. "He used to. I escaped him and his wrath when I was eleven. But he used to have a rather heavy hand. He was convinced that I wasn't his because I don't look anything like the rest of the family. He took it out on me starting at the age of three."

Sarah's eyes welled with tears and she brought her hand up above his eye, gently closing his eye lid before moving to place a tender kiss on the area. A single tear fell from her eye, undoubtedly landing on Jareth's cheek. "Poor thing." she said softly, gently running her hand down his face and closing her eyes to keep more tears from trickling down her face.

Jareth closed both of his eyes and pulled her to him. "Shh now precious. That is long in the past, over a thousand years in the past in fact. While I still hold ill will towards the man there is not much that I can do about it now, is there?" He pressed a kiss to her hair and opened his eyes so that he was looking at her face.

Sarah nodded, attempting to get the tears to sink back into her body and taking a deep breath. "No, there's not." she said, still wanting to cry. She was so overly emotional today, it was almost embarrassing. "I just can't stand the thought of someone hurting you."

He gave her a soft smile and pressed another kiss to her hair. "Precious, that is the greatest gift that anyone could ever give me. I promise." He hummed and held her close. "Honestly, I do believe that you are the first person to say anything like that, or to think anything like that, besides myself of course."