The sound of deep and sluggish breath joined the space between them.
Jareth inclined with bare torso, gently stroking his beloved cheeks. His face glowed with love, but his eyes sat weary and deeply pained in their sockets.
Sarah meditated on the delight of having his naked skin pressed against her longing frame. She loved the feel of him so close. Couldn't get enough of it.
She knew she'd been rough with him. Understood the architecture of his psyche. Still some things would have to remain as they were.
The storm of circumstance had not yet cleared from the skies above them.
Still most of all, Sarah loved his blue eyes. His icy blue eyes and how they were staring into her.
"Well, dear Jareth, you asked for a goblin queen, I didn't think you meant snow white."
He could almost laugh. But his chest ached. Sarah drew a hand down the length of his exposed body, allowing her energy to fill him once more. He wished he could keep her like this with him for hours, days even, until her touch filled and overflowed the cup of his being once more. But this too was not to be.
"No, Jareth. I never rejected you."
His face twitched in silent recognition of her statement as a hand drew up closer to her lips. Sarah turned her chin lightly and allowed her lips to nibble gently on the firm curvature of his thumb.