“Ah, wait... I have another one. A little different, I admit, but you might like it, too.” A chuckle escapes Jareth's lips as he looks up the poem on his phone. Then he starts reading.
At the touch of you,
As if you were an archer with your swift hand at the bow,
The arrows of delight shot through my body.
Sitting next to him on the couch, her legs tucked under her as she watched him with her chin in her hand. Watching him through her lashes, seeing how his mouth curled around every syllable that flowed like golden honey off of his tongue. The meaning behind the words felt tangible, and sent a chill up the length of her spine. She could not take it anymore.
Crawling over she took the phone from his hand and set it aside to avoid the phone getting in the way.
"Stop talking."
Moving into his lap her arms draped around his neck, pressing her lips firmly to his. It's not a sensual kiss not slow, or soft. Theres an edge of frustration mixed with need and want. Antoinette rolled her hips down, pressing her body snugly against his. Her fingers curled into the front of his shirt as she started pressed searing kisses down his jawline and the column of his throat. Speaking out the side of her mouth, a growl rumbling inside of her ribcage.
"Take off your clothes..."