Jareth leaned against the bookshelf and placed one boot on the lowest shelf, where there were no books. He continued watching her, however all he was seeing was her bending over in front of him, replayed in his mind's eye over and over again. He swallowed and turned his gaze directly in front of him.

She is rather lovely.

Belle heard the thump of his boot settling on the bookshelf and peeked over at him. His wasn't looking at her currently but his body was, teasing her with it's perfect chest and extremely tight pants. She returned her gaze to the books and shouted over to him. "Could you please not do that?"

He turned and focused his gaze on her. "Do what exactly?" He placed his foot back on the ground, thinking that was probably what she was opposed to. He cocked his head to the side. "Is that better Belle?"

Belle scowled a little and then turned to face him, relaxing her face into a pleasant expression. "Yes." she said, lying to herself. His shirt was far to revealing for her current state and he had someone gained the power in the game she herself had started.

It's fine, Belle. Just get control back.

She flashed him a smile and walked around the bookcase, putting it between her and Jareth.

"It's hot in here. Are you warm?" she asked, slowly unbuttoning her sweater and inching it off her shoulders. She walked back towards the desk and removed the sweater entirely once she was within his range of sight again and placed it neatly on the desk.

Jareth's mouth fell open, as he watched her take her sweater off. He swallowed and turned his head away, knowing that if he continued to watch her he would have to have his thoughts cleansed. His shirt gapped a bit more and he smirked, knowing that she had sneaked a peak earlier. "I am alright, temperature regulation is different for my people."

Belle allowed another satisfied smile to come over her face. "Good. Then you won't mind if I turn on the fan." she said, walking over to the small fan in the corner and turning the small dial on it. As the object came to life, Belle's hair and the small draping areas of fabric on her shirt and her skirt starting waving wildly in the artificial breeze. She let out a small sigh and stretched backwards slightly rustling her hair a bit in the wind.

He swallowed. The little minx was trying to tease him. He growled and then placed a hand over his mouth before turning away. His hair turned bright pink and he walked out of the stacks. Oh this was bad, this was very very bad.

Belle continued to tousle her hair as she turned to find Jareth. He had moved closer to her now and was watching her. She chuckled a bit when she saw that his hair was pink again. "My my. Look who's pink again." she said, laughing to herself.

Jareth grumbled to himself and turned to look towards her left. "Shush." He muttered. He wanted so badly to run towards her and kiss her soundly, but that was a bad idea. He knew it was a bad idea, but he was still walking towards her slowly, his gaze now fixed on her face.

Belle smiled at him and looked at his hair again. She pulled her hands from her hair and let them drop to her sides. "Why don't you make me?" she said, smirking at him with a slightly evil expression. She knew she was getting to him and it was exciting. She'd never felt so empowered.

He growled again and grabbed her face in his hands gazing into her brilliant eyes before leaning his head closer to hers, brushing his lips against hers gently.

What are you doing!? Her husband is going to kill you when he finds out about this!

At the moment Jareth didn't care. All that mattered right then was that specific moment.

Belle jumped a bit when Jareth grabbed her face. As he inched closer to her her breath became staggered. She could have swooned in his arms. "What are you waiting for?" she whispered, placing both of her hands on his exposed chest.

"For you." He whispered back. She needed to take the plunge. She was the one who had the husband, the baby on the way. He was just a brat King that lost one girl and had his heart broken. He hummed as her warm hands grazed his chest and for once he praised his fashion sense and the fact that he enjoyed deep v-neck shirts.

Belle continued to run her hands up his chest and gaze into his eyes. She scratched at his chest a bit and bit her lip once more. A million things were running through her mind. She knew how badly she wanted to kiss him, but was it the right thing to do? Did she care whether it was right or not?

After a few moments of careful consideration, Belle took one last look into his eyes before she closed hers, pressing their lips together and sighing deeply. She ran one hand all the way up his torso, bringing it up behind his head and pressing him closer to her.

He hummed and closed his eyes as her nails tracked over his chest and a small purr escaped his lips as she continued rubbing his chest. He opened his eyes a few moments later and stared into her eyes until she closed hers, and he followed suit. Their lips pressed together and he snaked one hand into her hair, pulling gently as they continued their kiss.