Disclaimer: *dials up 1-800-PHONE-THE-DEAD (Too many letters, I know XD)* Hello, Mr. Henson, please. Thank you. Hey, Jim? I'm borrowing Jareth for a while. I'll give him back, I swear! Thanks, Jim. *hangs up* ^^ This tale is dedicated to my inspirations: Neko-chan and MY Drazzi-chan.

" 'Is there's anything you want, is there's anything you need'…UGH!" I groaned. That stupid "Speedy Delivery" song from Mr. Rogers Neighborhood was stuck in my head again. I flopped down onto my bed. "Will someone get this damn song out of my head?!" The pillow I had pulled over my head muffled my scream.

"If you insist," purred a deep and deeply sexy voice from my door.

I lifted my head and found none other than everyone's favorite Goblin King, Jareth, standing outside my door in the kitchen having his ankles bitten by Itchie, my dog, who you might remember had glitter in her fur from Jareth's last visit. It still hadn't come out.

I raised an eyebrow. "You may want to come over the gate, unless you like having your boots drooled on by her." I pointed at my growling and barking pup.

Jareth glared at Itchie (who continued to bark at him) and stepped over the gate in my doorway into my room, kicking at the random junk strewn all over the floor. "Ever thought of cleaning, Lisa?"

"No." I said. "Everything here is in order. My order. So, is there a purpose to this visit or are you here just to comment on my living habits?"

He was glancing around my room, getting a better look at it now that it was daylight. When his eyes fell on my computer, he paused and took a look at the blue and purple post-it notes taped to the monitor. The blue one read:

It's bloody easy to get a kiss off the Goblin King. – Sallie Drazzi

And the purple one read:

It may be easy to get a kiss from the Goblin King, but he gets pissed off if
you kill him off or make him gay. -- Sallie Drazzi "Yet Another Visit"

Jareth glanced over his shoulder at me. "I can't believe you took her seriously."

I grinned. "Hey, it's words of wisdom! So, why are you here?"

He turned around and crossed his arms over his chest. "You're supposed to be writing those two stories."

"I know. I haven't gotten around to it. I've been busy with my unicorn page and stuff like that. I'll get around to it sometime."

"You better," he growled, trying to make it sound like a threat, but I just laughed.

"Or what? Jareth, darling, you're forgetting something about me."

"And, pray tell, what is that?"

I smiled big. "I'm friends with Stella and Drazzi."

That was all I needed to say. The color drained from his already pale (yet gorgeous) face. It was rather satisfying knowing I could scare him like that, although I think he's more scared of Stella than he is of Drazzi. After all, Drazzi only killed him once. Stella tried several times.

"Aww," I crooned, unable to help myself. "Ickle Jareth ish a-scared o' girls!" I fell back onto my bed, consumed in a fit of enough giggles to make me live up to my Internet nickname.

He actually shuddered. "I would not call the three of you 'girls', Lisa."

Still snickering, I propped myself up on one arm to gaze at him. "What would you call us, then?"

"Insane giggling packs of estrogen."

That just made me laugh harder, which unfortunately had me lapse into a coughing fit because of my allergies.

Jareth helped me sit up until I had finished hacking up a lung (Drazzi's right. That fae is a saint!). "Are you all right?" he asked, genuinely concerned, when I could breathe again.

I scowled. "Stupid allergies. Had this cough for over two weeks now." I took a deep breath to make sure my throat was clear, then said to the hovering Goblin King, "I'm fine." At the concern in his mismatched eyes, I said, "Really."

He considered, then nodded. "All right, then. Don't forget those stories, now."

Sighing, I said, "Yes, Jareth. Don't leave any glitter on your way out." I got up off my bed and sat at my computer. "Would you mind getting the stuff out of Itchie's fur before you leave?"

Jareth's grin made me think he wasn't going to do it, but instead he conjured a crystal, made it hover over my barking dog, and when it popped, it showered her in some sort of substance that made the glitter in her fur disappear.

"Thanks," I said.

"My pleasure."

"Do I get a kiss?" I asked, glancing to the blue post-it note.

"You just want to brag to your friends that you kissed the fabulous, majestic Goblin King."

"So? What's your point? I need some inspiration. If I don't have any inspiration, I won't write the stories, and if I don't write the stories…mmph!"

He had stopped me with a hand over my mouth. "Very well." He removed his hand and kissed me gently on the lips. A weird feeling coursed through my body. I could only describe it as a jolt. Drazzi, again, was right.

"Ben's a better kisser." I commented. Jareth looked surprised. I chuckled. "But only you can give me inspiration. Thanks, Jareth." I winked and he disappeared.