This is a little serise on one-shots, based off my sugar-high ego, Kira. Say hello, Kira. Kira: *Twitch* Hiiiillllloooo! Sigh...
She sits, giggling hysterically. He sighs, turning around, not surprised to find her here, too. Closing his eyes, he pulls his shirt back over his head. "Kira, why are you here, of all places?"
Grinning, she stands from Jareth's toilet, and steps forward. Placing her hands on his neck she cocks her head back, looking at his eyelids. "Jar-r-eth…."
"Yes, Kira?"
"Open your eyes," she murmurs, raising a hand to his eye. He does as told and looks down to her, a head shorter. Grinning she giggles. "You have beautiful eyes." she says with a lisp, intimidating Sid the Sloth. Groaning, he removes her hands from himself and turns her around, facing the door and gives her a small push. She disappears and Jareth sighs as relief flows through him. Taking his shirt off again and bending over to take off his boots, he sees two pale, bare legs appear in front of him. "Whoa, there, cowboy. Don't think you can get rid of me that easily."
Dropping to his knees he presses his forehead to the tiled floor. "What do I have to do to get you out of my hair?" She plops down onto the floor, her legs crossed and he realizes that she's changed from her elegant, deep purple dress to her short, pearl colored slip.
"Hmm, and that is an awful lot of hair." She murmurs. "Now why would you want to get rid of me, dear-y?" She strokes his downy hair.
"I wonder…." he groans.
"I'm hurt. What have I done to deserve such cruel treatment from my dearest husband, I wonder?" Sighing, she stands back up and gazes down at her husband in his pitiful position. "C'mon, Goblin King. You look quite pathetic there on the floor."
Looking up Jareth sees her offered hand and ignores it, standing up on his own. "My graditute, Queen Kira."
"My pleasure." She says gazing at the man given to her a week before.
Sighing, he leaning over to pick up his shirt from the floor, and resting against the bathroom sink. "Kira, was there something you needed?"
"Actually, yes." She smiles. "I wanted to say goodnight." She cocks her head to the side and goes up on her tip-toes, kissing her much adored husband full on the mouth, disappearing just as he begins to respond. Groaning, he gives up the relaxation on a shower and uses his magic to completely cleanse himself.
Sid the Sloth is not mine, just thought that I had best point that out...though, it would be rather funny to own Sid...