Jareth watched her carefully and swallowed as he noted how her arms were pressing her breasts up. He swallowed again as he looked away, trying to keep his mind off of filthy things, like how he wanted to press kisses all over her body. His hair turned bright purple and he swallowed as he crossed his legs at the ankles.

Belle noticed out of the corner of her eye that Jareth was sitting remarkably still, almost like a statue. She turned her head slightly as if she was planning on speaking to him, but then froze, her eyes catching the color the streaks in his hair and her brows narrowing in confusion. "Jareth, your hair."

He swallowed and turned to look at her, taking his eyes off of the movie for a few moments. "Yes? What of it?" He knew full well what color was through his hair. However he didn't want to tell her what purple meant. "Is there something in it?"

Belle kept her brows narrowed and unconsciously sat up and knelt in front of him, grabbing his head and looking directly at his hair, as if it was something to be examined.

The action, however, caused Jareth's line of sight to be focused on her chest. "No, it's purple!" she said, both astonished and confused.

Jareth swallowed and tried to look away from her chest, but failed. His hair turned from a lavender to a darker violet as his libido started to reawaken. "Hmm, is it? How interesting?" He swallowed and closed his eyes, trying to will himself to get a grip.

Belle got closer to his hair for a moment, almost like it was the most fascinating thing she had ever seen. "How can you just not notice that your hair turned a different color? There are strands of it literally hanging within your line of sight right now."

She released his head and sat back on her heels, noticing that his eyes were shut. "Jareth? Are you alright?"

Jareth swallowed. He didn't know how he was going to lie his way out of this one. "I'm just simply so used to it I suppose. It does not phase me anymore if it changes, as I've been dealing with it for so long." At least that was true. "And yes, I am alright." He opened his eyes and focused on her face.

Belle continued looking at him with confusion. "You're sure?" she said, still not fully convinced that he was telling her the truth. First, there was the stiffness in his form, as he was afraid to even move. Then, the hair, which he wasn't offering much information on and was honesty just confusing her more.

Finally, the fact that his eyes were closed while she was so close to him was very odd. "You're acting rather strange." she said, the thought finally clicking in her head that his eyes must have been closed because she had practically shove him against her chest.

Jareth smiled and nodded. "Yes, I'm sure. Promise." He turned his attention back to the movie, at least what he could see of it through her. "We're going to miss the movie." He murmured, trying not to focus his eyes on her lips.

Belle nodded, still confused but deciding to let it go for now. She sat back down and settled into her seat again, keeping her eyes on Jareth for a few more moments to try and see if she could read his body language.

It wasn't just her, she knew he was acting strange, but for what reason she didn't know. She directed her gaze to the television again, sighing rather loudly and clearing her throat. "Alright."

Jareth tapped his foot absently on the floor. He continued watching the movie, trying to do his best ignore the numerous dirty thoughts that were running through his mind. That coffee table for example, he could bend her over the table and have his fun that way, or he could have fun with her on the rug in front of the fireplace.

After keeping her eyes glued to the television for as long as she could manage, Belle turned quickly towards Jareth. "Listen," she said, nibbling at her bottom lip a bit. "I know somethings up with you. You're being extremely quiet and not really moving. So you might as well just tell me what's going through your head so I can at least try to ease your mind. Are you bothered by something in the room?"

He sighed and turned his head to gaze at Belle. "When my hair turns purple it simply means that I am....aroused to put it bluntly. However, you are a married woman, and your husband would skin me alive if anything were to happen between us, so I am doing my best to sit here and enjoy the movie and not think about you unclothed."

She was shocked at first, staring at him blankly like a dear stuck in headlights. She hadn't expected him to be so bluntly honest, and it caught her completely by surprise.

After simply staring at him for god knows how long, she relaxed her face and inched closer to him, placing each hand on either side of his face before kissing him softly, running one hand through his purple streaked hair. "Forget about Rumple." she said, kissing him more hungrily now. "All I can think about right now is ripping off all these clothes."

Jareth growled into her mouth as they kissed. Oh, he was going to forget about Rumplestiltskin for the time being, but for now he was dead set on ravaging her. One of his hands tangled in her hair and he purred into her mouth as he nipped on her lower lip almost cautiously.