Belle chuckled and smiled brightly at him. "Oh, I'm sure I can get it back to that color if I tried hard enough." She stopped swiveling back and forth in her chair and nudged him with her foot again. "Or is that exactly what you're afraid of?" She placed both feet on the ground in front of her and moved as if she was going to stand.

He swallowed. She was really going for it wasn't she? Should she be flirting with him? She was married, and he was heartbroken. Plus her husband was a psychopath. "I am not afraid of anything." He muttered, watching her feet as she placed them on the ground. That was good, that meant that she was not going to continue nudging him.

As Belle slid her body further off the chair, she watched the king's face. Slowly, she raised her foot up and touched his ankle, softly brushing her toes against his pant covered leg. "Are you completely sure about that?"

He swallowed and tracked his eyes down to her foot once more, and watched as she slid her foot further up his leg. "What. What are you doing there?" His brain was screaming at him, about how she was married, pregnant with her husband's baby. That her husband was Rumplestiltskin, and then another voice piped up.

He isn't here right now.

Belle stood slowly her foot breaking contact with Jareth leg. She walked towards him, her hips rolling and her shoes making a light clack as her feet stepped down on the linoleum floor. "What does it," she paused, peering down at her own hand as it moved towards his waistline, her small fingers softly gliding along his hip bone. "Feel like I'm doing?"

Gareth felt his breath hitch. Gods, it had been a while since he was touched like this. Though, she was still married. He quickly grabbed her wrist, happy for once that he was wearing his gloves. "You're married." He muttered, his fingers gliding over her wrist gently.

Belle looked up at him and gazed into his eyes, her lashes fluttering coyly. She slowly began to inch her face closer and closer to his as she spoke. "Are you saying that you don't," she paused, her face now centimeters from his. "Like this?"

He moved his gaze to her lips, swallowing as they inched closed to his face. His hair started turning blue and he swallowed again. "No. I'm not saying that at all." He was about ready to make the first move, but he hesitated. It was not fair to her to kiss her, it was not fair to do anything because she was married, and hurting, and hormonal.

Belle allowed her face to creep closer to his, her head tilting slightly to allow her lips to gently graze over his. She felt his hot breath on her mouth as he spoke to her and she gently wriggled her arm free of his hand, gently caressing the lower area of his stomach. She spoke in hushed tones, her lips still close to his. "I'm glad to hear that." she said, moving both her hands up his torso.

After moments of simply standing there, she spoke again. "However, I do have work to do so if you'll excuse me." She allowed her hands to drop and gently stepped around him, making her way towards the stacks to continue her morning routine. A satisfied smile remained on her face as she stopped in front of one of the shelves and began to glance over the bindings of the books in front of her.

He blinked, he had felt her lips against his, and now he felt almost electrified. His hair continued to turn blue until she pulled away and a confused look crossed his face. She was teasing him. How was she teasing him? He was a king, and she was a little human. Admittedly he was off his game, but still that was not fair. When she moved into the stacks he watched her for a while before standing, his clothing returning to his usual peasant shirt and tight pants.

He moved into the stacks following her and stood there, watching her for a few long moments before he inched ever closer to her. "I could help with the work you have to do."

Belle kept her eyes on the bookcase, attempting to pretend that she was unaware that he had changed his clothing again. "Oh, that would be a lot of help thank you." Knowing full well that he was behind her, she bent down without bending her knees and grabbed a pile of books off the very bottom shelf. Once they were in her hands, she stood slowly and turned to him. "You can sort these for me. By genre, if you don't mind." She held them out to him and smiled again, biting the corner of her lip before turning to walk to a separate section of the bookcase.

He may claim to be a gentleman, but she was doing this on purpose, and he had to swallow back a growl as he watched her bend over. He grasped the books she handed him and sorted them quickly, placing them on the shelves where they belonged before returning to her, his arms crossed over his partially exposed chest. "Done."

She turned to him when he returned and said that he had finished with a slightly surprised look. "Already?" she asked, wondering how in the world he had done that so quickly. She let out a small scoff before she continued speaking. "Perhaps I should keep you around. You are pretty....handy." She arched her feet and stood on the tips of her toes, attempting to reach a rather large book on the top shelf.

Jareth rolled his eyes and moved to help her, grasping the book and handing it down to her. "While I am stuck here having something to do during the day would be nice." When she took he book from him he gave her a soft smile. "It would not do to have you squashed by a book in your own library."

Belle chuckled and tried to keep her obscene comments to herself.

Oh, you'll have something to do alright.

She looked at him and bit her lip when she saw him smile at her, turning away quickly and trying to busy herself again.

How is this happening? He's turning it around on me now. Well, that's not fair.