Jareth held her fast wrapped, entangled in the vines of his cupidity. Sarah resisted, moving her head every time he tried to kiss her.
"Go on, admit that you miss me. That you can't do without me. It's okay. You can say it," he teased her with his breath beating playfully against her collarbone.
"Jareth, I did say that I missed you and you just pretended not to understand what I meant."
He smiled and pressed himself enticingly against her. This was nearly too much for Sarah. She'd consider kicking him if he wasn't such of a foot freak. Her ankles were just as wrapped up in the Goblin King as her hands and heart were. Escape would prove extremely tricky at this point…
"But you can say it…" a twinge of desperation lurked underneath his insinuating antics.
Sarah turned her face away from him again. Bracing herself against the melting barrage of his warm lips meandering knowingly down behind her exposed ear. Her body arched against him involuntarily, but still she managed to keep him from claiming her lips. The moan in his throat made her body twinge with desire, but her heart remained firm.
"Jareth you're a freak, if I tell you upfront that you're wanted you walk away. When I try to stake my own territory there you are all over me like a horny meerkat vigorously marking his favorite alpha female."
Her taste in words put him off ever so slightly, much to her pleasure.
Still the reprieve was short lived. The gist of her message was sufficient to crawl deliciously under his skin and stoke the flames of his insatiable appetite.
"I'll have you know I'm an owl, not a rodent," he murmured darkly in his deepest most compelling you-know-you-can't-resist-my-tyrannical-imperiousness tone.
"Meerkats aren't rodents, Einstein," Sarah retorted with the full satisfaction of being able to correct his royal highness. But the victory almost cost her serious ground. Detecting the hint of a smile in her features, Jareth lunged seductively for her lips, just grazing their silken contours before Sarah managed to reclaim her composure yet again.
Sarah gasped as Jareth pinched her arm with calculated precision, affectionate vengeance flowing through his wrists and ligaments. Say she doesn't need me? Oh, I'll teach her something about needing me...
Poor Jareth and Sarah in such a bind!