A/N- No plot to speak of, folks, sorry! This is more of a getting-my-head-back-into-the-game kind of update. Apologies for the shortness-plot is coming, it will be here, I know where I'm going-I just need to figure out how to get there... Finishing this is my summer goal, so look forward to some more frequent updates! (*seriously hope that isn't just wishful thinking*)
Sarah tilted her head to one side. What had she just been thinking about inches and miles? And here's a kiss that's become a pledge. She wrinkled her nose. Yep—that sounds about right. She kept her arm around Jareth's hips, and hooked her thumb into his belt loop.
"Benefits?"
"Yes—benefits. For example, no one in the Underground would be able to regard me as single, or available—you've very clearly stamped 'Property of Sarah Williams' all over me, Precious."
Oh, he is good. Didn't make any mention of whether or not anyone would consider her to be his. Which she was sure that they would—but wasn't he a cunning man for stating it the way that he did?
"Anything else? Anything mystical, magical, metaphysical?" She bumped his hip with hers playfully, and was amused at the slight befuddlement that tinged his expression of contentment. She became a little worried when it was replaced with mischievousness, however.
"You'll find that, emotionally speaking, we've become very intimately connected. Whenever either of us chooses, we can share the emotions that we are feeling at the moment; this works especially well with feelings like pleasure," he ran his fingers down her arm, drawing goose bumps in his wake, "and satisfaction…" he hissed the sibilants in her ear, and she shivered. "In several years time, with diligent practice, we may be able to speak mind to mind."
Sarah's eyes widened. "Yeesh, that's intense! That's really cool! Telepathic, wow." She tried to come up with more, but the idea itself was rather staggering… and Jareth's lean body was rather distracting. She wondered if she really wanted any more information—maybe she should just shut the brain back down, and revel in that hearts-bunnies-true-love-roses-rainbows feeling. She might get dragged down the road more than a few miles—but it'd be quite a ride!
Jareth, who had no more experience in sharing his yo-yoing emotions than did Sarah, did have the theory behind him, at least, and he cautiously focused, and opened up the connection that he felt had been forged between them. Sarah's emotions careened into him, wild happiness, lust, and a few threads of worry, of caution, weaving into the pulsing bond.
He kissed the top of Sarah's head, sniffing in the light floral scent of her shampoo.
"Don't worry, Precious. Everything's going to be alright. Better than alright." He squeezed her close.
She slanted a glance up at him, and raised her eyebrows.
"I'm deliberately not thinking about the future, politics, the Underground, or my family right now." She sighed, not a tired sigh, or a wistful sigh… just a short exhalation. "Not that that doesn't deserve quite a lot of thought and deliberation. But just being with you right now is enough for me."
"Of course it is," Jareth said arrogantly. He thought about backpedaling when he saw her roll her eyes, but decided instead to make her laugh. He used the arm about her waist to twist her around, and dipped her dramatically low. "I'm quite fun to be around."
Sarah laughed delightedly.