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He grinned suddenly, reminding me of the Cheshire cat, with that dark look still in his eyes. A bit unnerved, I looked back at my food and continued eating, sheepish from my previous display. I could feel my cheeks turning red and Jareth grinning even more as he threw his head back in a silent laugh. Asshole.
After a few minutes, I dared to look up again. I was happy to see that Jareth had stopped staring at me and had eaten some of his food. At the moment though, he was savoring a gentle sip of his wine. I watched, fascinated, as he slowly stirred his glass with a gentle spin, and oh so delicately sipped, eyes closed.
Before they opened again, I shook myself up straight and went back to eating, pretending that I hadn't just been gawking over this delicious man with no more control than a schoolgirl's.
When we both had finished our meals, another song began. This time Jareth stood, circled the table towards me, and silently held out one long, thin, pale hand towards me. Beyond my control, my hand took his, and he gently drew me up and towards him.
Somehow the rest of the table in the restaurant had been cleared out while I hadn't been paying attention. We twirled 'round the room as the beautiful music played, and he sang to me the most heartbreakingly beautiful song I had ever heard.
I've nothing much to offer
There's nothing much to take
I'm an absolute beginner
And I'm absolutely sane
As long as we're together
The rest can go to hell
I absolutely love you
But we're absolute beginners
With eyes completely open
But nervous all the same
If our love song
Could fly over mountains
Could laugh at the ocean Just like the films
There's no reason
To feel all the hard times
To lay down the hard lines
It's absolutely true
Nothing much could happen
Nothing we can't shake
Oh we're absolute beginners
With nothing much at stake
As long as you're still smiling
There's nothing more I need
I absolutely love you
But we're absolute beginners
But if my love is your love
We're certain to succeed
If our love song
Could fly over mountains
Sail over heartaches
Just like the films
There's no reason
To feel all the hard times
To lay down the hard lines
It's absolutely true
As the song faded to a close, we slowed, and I realized my back was to the door. He released my arms, but instead of backing away, he moved forward.
He stared deeply into my eyes as one cool hand slipped up my cheek and into my short cropped hair. I felt as though I should be protesting, yelling, screaming, fighting, something, but oddly enough I wasn't. Everything just felt right, like I was back home, where I should have been all along. But mixed with the sense of peace was a sense of heady giddiness. It was as though I had drunk an entire bottle of wine, not just a few sips with dinner.
My mouth parted a bit in an attempt to protest as, with the slightest of smiles, he leaned forward that last inch, and his lips settled on mine.
Now all the logical people, including myself, say that the world never really does fall down and shatter when you're kissed by the right man. But I'm here to say it's all a lie. A horrible, horrible lie.
The entire world shattered, leaving only us, and the embrace of our lips. His body moved no closer to mine, and nor did mine toward his. It was just lips on lips, and yet it was the most passionate, wonderful, amazing thing I had ever felt before, and there were tears in my eyes as he pulled away.
With soft kisses on my cheeks heading toward my ear, he whispered, "You have to go back to work, luv. Your lunch hour is over." And he gently pushed me away from him and toward the door.
As I began to stumble through it, mindless, brainless, thoughtless, he caught my hand in his. Bringing it to his lips, he said, "Until tonight, my love," and those silky lips brushed against my skin. With one last shot from those intense eyes, I was thrust out into the bright, garish world. I had never hated it as passionately as I did then.
He grinned suddenly, reminding me of the Cheshire cat, with that dark look still in his eyes. A bit unnerved, I looked back at my food and continued eating, sheepish from my previous display. I could feel my cheeks turning red and Jareth grinning even more as he threw his head back in a silent laugh. Asshole.
After a few minutes, I dared to look up again. I was happy to see that Jareth had stopped staring at me and had eaten some of his food. At the moment though, he was savoring a gentle sip of his wine. I watched, fascinated, as he slowly stirred his glass with a gentle spin, and oh so delicately sipped, eyes closed.
Before they opened again, I shook myself up straight and went back to eating, pretending that I hadn't just been gawking over this delicious man with no more control than a schoolgirl's.
When we both had finished our meals, another song began. This time Jareth stood, circled the table towards me, and silently held out one long, thin, pale hand towards me. Beyond my control, my hand took his, and he gently drew me up and towards him.
Somehow the rest of the table in the restaurant had been cleared out while I hadn't been paying attention. We twirled 'round the room as the beautiful music played, and he sang to me the most heartbreakingly beautiful song I had ever heard.
I've nothing much to offer
There's nothing much to take
I'm an absolute beginner
And I'm absolutely sane
As long as we're together
The rest can go to hell
I absolutely love you
But we're absolute beginners
With eyes completely open
But nervous all the same
If our love song
Could fly over mountains
Could laugh at the ocean Just like the films
There's no reason
To feel all the hard times
To lay down the hard lines
It's absolutely true
Nothing much could happen
Nothing we can't shake
Oh we're absolute beginners
With nothing much at stake
As long as you're still smiling
There's nothing more I need
I absolutely love you
But we're absolute beginners
But if my love is your love
We're certain to succeed
If our love song
Could fly over mountains
Sail over heartaches
Just like the films
There's no reason
To feel all the hard times
To lay down the hard lines
It's absolutely true
As the song faded to a close, we slowed, and I realized my back was to the door. He released my arms, but instead of backing away, he moved forward.
He stared deeply into my eyes as one cool hand slipped up my cheek and into my short cropped hair. I felt as though I should be protesting, yelling, screaming, fighting, something, but oddly enough I wasn't. Everything just felt right, like I was back home, where I should have been all along. But mixed with the sense of peace was a sense of heady giddiness. It was as though I had drunk an entire bottle of wine, not just a few sips with dinner.
My mouth parted a bit in an attempt to protest as, with the slightest of smiles, he leaned forward that last inch, and his lips settled on mine.
Now all the logical people, including myself, say that the world never really does fall down and shatter when you're kissed by the right man. But I'm here to say it's all a lie. A horrible, horrible lie.
The entire world shattered, leaving only us, and the embrace of our lips. His body moved no closer to mine, and nor did mine toward his. It was just lips on lips, and yet it was the most passionate, wonderful, amazing thing I had ever felt before, and there were tears in my eyes as he pulled away.
With soft kisses on my cheeks heading toward my ear, he whispered, "You have to go back to work, luv. Your lunch hour is over." And he gently pushed me away from him and toward the door.
As I began to stumble through it, mindless, brainless, thoughtless, he caught my hand in his. Bringing it to his lips, he said, "Until tonight, my love," and those silky lips brushed against my skin. With one last shot from those intense eyes, I was thrust out into the bright, garish world. I had never hated it as passionately as I did then.