Beautiful.

Beautiful was really the only appropriate word.

Well…perhaps there were other words. Lovely, entrancing, enticing; to name a few. None of the words did justice though. Jareth gazed arduously at his love. Such beauty, with a scent that drove him to pure ecstasy at the slightest whiff of it; the Goblin King was head over heels in Love, with a capital L.

He reached out his gloved fingers tentatively before halting their progress. He wondered if he was hasty in believing his touch would be well received, but he needed to know. So he touched, and it was well received, but not nearly enough. Quickly he peeled off his gloves and resumed the fluid patterns his hands had begun to trace. Still not enough. So it continued, touches, caresses, whispers of undying affection. Jareth allowed his passion to reach heights he had never known until finding the one who could stir such passions from him. When he was satiated, spent and blissfully exhausted, a clear and happy laugh escaped his lips; which attracted the attention of two Goblin guards, Splotch and Fwoot.

The two regarded the scene bashfully until Splotch broke the silence.

"Fwoot? What Kingy doin?"

Fwoot shuddered and quickly ushered his friend away.

"Dunno, Splotch. Don't wanna know!"

The two goblins hurried off leaving their King alone with his love and unaware of their presence.

Jareth sighed as he soaked in the stolen moment with his one true love.

His beloved Bog.

Jareth: DAMN IT WOMAN!

Kris: Eep! (hides behind a tree) I did warn you!

Jareth: Warn me? WHAT could I possibley have done to merit this?

Kris: (rolls eyes) You want a list?

Jareth: I WILL RIP YOU APART WITH MY BARE HANDS!

Kris: GAH! (runs off screaming) REVIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!