Kiss
I shook my head and tried not to grind my jaw. "This isn't just some boo-boo that you can kiss and make better."
Jareth tilted his head roguishly to the side, letting the sunlight glitter through his hair in that way he knew I found utterly distracting. "Have you tried?"
I closed my eyes briefly. "I'm fairly sure."
"How sure is fairly?" He bent down so our faces were level, and flashed a smile at me that was absolutely full of delightful promises for unmentionable activities in shadowed places.
I closed my eyes again. "Jareth! Stop. I need to think clearly, not be distracted."
"Or perhaps you need to be clearly distracted, then think."
My lips twitched up as I pressed my face into my hands. "No. No distractions. Thinking."
Hot breath ghosted across the back of my neck. "I'd think again, if I were you."
My entire body zinged right to attention. Traitor. "I. Am. Trying. To Think."
"And I'm helping."
"How?!"
"By focusing your attention, of course. You clearly need to relax before any proper thought can occur."
"And you know this how?"
"Countless centuries of ruling subjects with the intelligence and temperament of two-year-olds. Also, several years of being your husband, and a few of being Feanor's father." Kisses followed every touch along my shoulders, releasing tension and triggering shivers. "You should trust my judgment on this."
"I admit, you do make a persuasive case."
"How persuasive do you find it?"
I leaned my head back into the heat of him, rubbing my cheek against the length of his wrist. The scent of him penetrated through me, frost and spice and home. "I'll let you know soon."
"Excellent."