Sarah adjusted herself on Jareth's chest and watched him slip into wakefulness, the sunlight drifting in through the window dancing across his skin and lighting his hair. He blinked groggily, his eyes sweeping slowly across the room and then down at her. A smile graced his lips and he ran a hand over her hair.
"Good morning precious," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
Sarah smiled and said in a sing song, "Hey baby whatcha say we go pickin' wild flowers?"
Notes- Gah, I don't know okay I don't know! I have no excuses for this one. . I think I'm slipping into a funk you guys. I have awesome ideas for fics but no creativity to write them in an awesome way and you deserve better than that.
This just popped into my head while I was collecting wild flowers for an assemblage project I have going on. Also, I hate this song.
I'm really sorry for this.