Jareth nodded again, half wishing that she hadn't told him where her bedroom was. It would be a large temptation for him, he just knew it. He looked down the hallway once he reached the top of the stairs and nodded once more. "Easy enough to remember." He murmured. "Now, do you have any plans this evening?"

Belle thought for a moment then shook her head lightly, allowing her hands to fall to her sides. "I don't think so." She began to walk again, leading Jareth in the direction of his bedroom. "Lately I've just been staying in. As I told you before, I don't have much of a social life."

She reached the door to his room and stopped, leading against the outer most part of the door way and gesturing towards the open door. "This is you."

Jareth nodded, almost relieved that she wasn't planning on leaving him alone in the dark one's house. She may not think that anything could be cursed, but you never knew with that man.

He stepped forward into the room he was staying in and looked around cautiously, waiting for anything to jump out at him. When nothing did he turned back around to Belle and gave her a small smile. "Thank you."

Belle chuckled as she watched him slowly enter the room, looking at everything that his eyes could see before he could relax. She nodded and flashed him a smile. "You're welcome." she said, bowing her head slightly.

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"I, uh," she scratched her head and smiled again. "I usually start cooking dinner about now, so I'm going to go get started on that while you settle in. You probably want to freshen up. There are fresh towels in the cupboard below the sink in the bathroom and everything you could possibly need is already in the shower so."

She stood there for a moment in awkward silence before turning quickly towards the stairs. "I'll see you in a bit then." she said, already starting to walk down the hall.

He nodded and moved to the door that looked to be more than just a closet. "Thank you again Belle." He watched her leave and then moved to the bathroom. He found the towels easily, and was happy that they were rather fluffy.

He came across a plethora of problems when he opened the shower doors. He blinked, looking at the various knobs and pulls and blinked again. It looked more like a torture device than a place to bathe.

He sighed and moved from the bathroom back into the hallway. He moved to the top of the stairs and called down, his hair turning pink once more. "Belle, I am afraid that I am in need of assistance..."

Belle had just reached the hallway leading to the kitchen when she heard Jareth call her name. She turned around and listened closely, chuckling as she made her way back up the stairs.

As she rounded the top of the stairs, she saw Jareth standing there and looked him with a questioning expression, a smile still on her face. "Yes?"

He swallowed and his hair turned a shade more towards neon. "I don't know how to work the shower." He muttered, his eyes glued on the floor. "It looks incredibly confusing."

He kicked the ground absently with one booted foot. This was highly embarrassing. He was a king, he could grant anyone's wishes, and he was stopped by some hardware.

Belle chuckled and grabbed his arm. "Come on." she said, dragging him along with her back towards his bathroom. She lead him through the bed chamber and into the small door at the opposite end of the room, releasing his arm in the doorway and walking directly to the shower. She gestured at the hot and cold nobs, pointing at each one as it came up in her speech.

"These control the water temperature. This one is hot. This one is cold. Just turn them and adjust the water to a temperature you're comfortable with, then you can get in." She turned to face him again and smiled. "This one takes a little bit to warm up so you just have to let it sit for a minute."

He allowed her to lead him through the house once more, not caring that he still felt like an imbecile. He watched her point everything out, and listened carefully before nodding. "I do believe that I understand now Belle, thank you." He moved past her and turned the shower on, before he moved to wait for it to heat up, just like she said.

Belle chuckled and flashed a small, nervous smile at him, brushing her hair behind her hair and carefully stepping around him as he moved about the small room. "Well," she began, shuffling awkwardly towards the door. "I'll leave you to it then." She turned and walked out of the bathroom, leaving the door wide open and exiting to the hallway through the bedroom.

Once safely away from his gazing eyes, Belle waved her hand in front of her face, as if producing enough wind would get the red out of her cheeks. She paused only momentarily at the top of the stair case, taking a deep breath and refocusing all her attention on cooking dinner.

He watched her as she began moving out of the room. He cocked a brow as she moved from the room, and then shrugged as he shut the door behind her. He stripped easily and got into the shower, sighing as the warm water soaked into his skin. He hummed happily as he took his time in the shower.

Belle had reached the kitchen and had begun preparing a chicken dinner with a side of rice and mixed vegetables. She arranged the chicken, along with an assortment of herbs and spices, in a casserole dish while the oven preheated behind her. The rice was cooking slowly on the stove top with the vegetables steaming in a pot along side them.

She tried as hard as she could to focus on the food that needed her care, but the ever present sound of the water from the shower running through the pipes above her was an extremely unwanted distraction. A beep from the oven behind her startled her back into consciousness. She sighed and shook her head, focusing her attention back on the chicken as she gently placed it in the oven.

Finally, after what seemed like far too long Jareth was finished in the shower. He had taken his time washing his hair, which of course required him to make his normal bath products appear out of thin air. Once every flat surface in the shower, and most of the counter space had been taken up he could finally, and happily, continue with his shower.

After using about ninety percent of the bath products he cut the shower off, and stepped out to dry himself. While he could have used his magic easily, he opted instead to use the towel. He hummed to himself as he dried off, and was still humming when he emerged a few minutes later, completely dressed.

Belle had finished preparing everything. The dinner was hot and fresh out of the oven and had been replaced with a small pie for dessert. She had just begun to set the table when she finally heard the shower turn off upstairs. Finally, she thought to herself and shook her head. He hadn't been that dirty to begin with, and yet the man had taken twice as long in the shower as Belle ever did. A small smile on her lips from the ridiculousness of it all, Belle finished placing the silverware down on the small, white linen napkins she had set out for them.

All the dinnerware in place, she began carefully carrying each of the hot containers to the table and placing them down on their respective pot holders. She ruffled the flowers a bit and moved back to the kitchen, humming quietly as she opened the refrigerator and retrieved a large pitcher of iced tea. As she was walking back to the table, she could hear Jareth coming down the stairs, humming to himself as well, and decided to cease her own jolly noises.

He moved down the stairs effortlessly, his boots making a slight noise on the floor. He looked around the house, trying to remember which direction it was to get to the kitchen. He decided to follow his nose, and thankfully his nose was right. He emerged a few minutes later and smiled warmly at Belle. "Thank you for sorting out the shower situation."