Authors Note: Inspired by the movie Cruel Intentions I saw Jareth very very much in the character Sebastian. Watch the movie it's fantastic, though it's not for younger viewers.
She clutched him, her fingernails digging in hard. "I don't know what this is." They were in his bedroom, and her back was somewhere between touching silk and falling hard onto the hard cobblestone floor.
He has had enough of talk, enough of everything except for her lips on his body, running up lanes and marking corrections in red lipstick. "Isn't," he kisses her to remind her exactly what this is, "important."
"Is this love?" She is scholarly quizzical about it.
"I cannot love Sarah, you know that."
"But you can be loved."
"No."
"Why?" She asks, her lips beginning their familiar patterns, he groans, a deep fluttering thing like the butterfly effect hurricane.
"I have no heart." He brings his mouth to her chest then kissing once over her heart, or where he supposes a heart would be. He doesn't have one so the whole thing is a mystery to him. "An inhuman beauty has its downsides."
"Well," her hand falls down to her side and then up again, as if gravity has been reversed trailing up between his thighs and then up to his lips, "I could always give you mine."
