Belle nodded, her mind still spinning with things she had no right to be thinking about in her situation. She was a married woman --sort of-- pregnant with another man's child, and all she could seem to think about today was causing Jareth's head to pound into the headboard.

Belle began to walk slowly forward, motioning towards the living room as if he had forgotten where it was while the last hour. "It's um, it's this way."

Jareth chuckled and nodded. She certainly was distracted. He followed her. "I do remember." He looked at her carefully. "Are you quite alright Belle? You seem rather distracted."

He had to admit, if he did not have hundreds of years of suppressing his baser desires he would be just as distracted as she was.

Belle nodded and smiled nervously. "Right." she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and trying with all her might not to look at him. She rounded the corner and enter the living room, moving directly to the shelves of films on the nearest wall.

"What? Oh, yes. I'm fine." she said, her tone not very convincing. She wasn't fine. She wasn't fine at all. Her mind had completely betrayed her and was driving her absolutely mad, images of her Jareth and herself sprawled on the floor in front of the fire racing through her mind.

Jareth moved to sit on the sofa, his legs thrown over the arm of it. "If you say so, though that was not very convincing at all." He watched her, his eyes focusing on her backside. He shook his head and tried to clear his mind of the very inappropriate thoughts he was having.

Belle took a deep breath and tried to clear her mind, selecting three possible titles from the shelf and beginning to turn around. "Alright I've got Monty Python, a stand-up comic, and a-" she blanked momentarily, her eyes grazing over Jareth's body slump on the couch, his long frame seeming to tease her with it's very presence. "And, uh, a f-fairy t-tale." Her throat seemed like it want to close to prevent her from speaking, every muscle in her body screaming for her to kiss him.

He cocked another brow at her stutter. "Are you cold?" He thought over the different movies she had selected. "The fairy tale sounds nice." He murmured.

He had no idea of the effect he was having on her. Jareth continued trying to purge his mind of the thoughts that were still trying to invade, and he was not being very successful.

Belle shook her head slightly and walked forward, discarding the two he had wordlessly rejected onto the coffee table and held the other in her hands. "Right." she said, afraid to speak anymore words for fear that she would stutter again.

She moved towards the television and looked down at the DVD player, suddenly forgetting how to work it even though her husband had shown her countless times.

That's right. You have a husband.

Her mind screamed at her, and she regained her senses, bending over without alerting the position of her knees and carefully pressing the correct buttons on the device before her.

Jareth watched her for a few minutes, a lump growing in his throat. She was gorgeous, and he sighed as his thoughts turned dirty again. Jareth pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. She was married. This was absolutely foolish. Jareth sighed and watched her continue to work with the DVD player.

Belle finally got the disk situated correctly in the player and grabbed the remote from the side cubby next to it. She turned slowly and began to walk back towards the seating area, pondering whether she dared sit on the couch with Jareth or whether she would seat herself in one of the arm chairs.

Finally deciding to brave the couch, personally finding the armchairs to be extremely uncomfortable, Belle walked around the coffee table, noting that for some reason Jareth had his hand upon his face. "You alright?"

He nodded, his hand still over his face. "Perfectly peachy." He looked up at her and gave her a soft smile. If he could not control himself then there would just be even more problems down the road.

He needed to gain some semblance of self control. He looked forward and hummed to himself as the disk started up. "What is the title of the movie we will be watching?"

Belle cleared her throat and cautiously took a seat on the couch next to Jareth, trying to remain as proper as possible. "Well," she began, avoiding eye contact with him until got her mind cleared of any thoughts of him on top of her.

"Originally it was called The Little Cinder Girl, but of course modern civilization changed the name once it got more popular. It's now referred to as Cinderella, but I rather like the original name. And, mind you, this story is absolutely different than what actually happened."

He chuckled. "You actually knew Cinderella then?" He stared at the television with high interest.

"I have to admit I did not realize that your world existed. The fae world is so highly tied into the human world that our realm shaved off of the other magical realms eons before I was born."

Belle nodded, sighing in silent relief that they had found something to keep her mind off Jareth's head between her legs. "I've met her, yes." she said, somewhat proudly.

"She actually lives down on the main street of this town, with her husband and their baby." She stared at the screen as the film started, light pouring out from the screen and basking both their faces with a blue glow.

Jareth hummed and looked over at Belle. He shivered as a thought of him on top of Belle, his lips on her soft skin. His hair turned purple and he turned his attention back towards the TV.

"How lovely." He murmured. "I assume that she is just as lovely as the stories make her out to be? She was always talked about so kindly."

Belle nodded, still desperately attempting to force the filthy thoughts from her mind and keeping her eyes as focused on the television as possible. "She is." she said, softly. "She's one of the nicest people I've ever met. She has a good heart."

She leaned back on the couch, crossing her arms in front of her chest, unaware of the affect the position had on her breasts and simply tried to enjoy the film.