~China Girl~
He holds her tight against his body, smelling the rich scent of her hair, running his fingers over her smooth skin. He lays her down, her dark hair spreading across the pillow, and kisses her throat. A scrape of teeth and a small noise escapes her full painted lips. The heat from her body warms his own but his mind is numb. He is an ocean away from the one whose memory he drowns in the perfume of another.
The woman raises her head, and he's forgotten her name.
"What's wrong?
"Shhh." He pushes her back against the pillows.
A/N: Naughty Jareth. Thinking of one woman while romancing another. Shame shame.