A Fortnight's Apology

[vicioussweetie]

Even Ali, all unforgiving as she is, can only withstand so many apologies before even her impressive walls of resistance crumble. For two weeks, with efforts unrelenting and unmissable, Jareth had been apologizing for his case of foot-in-mouth. Not with words; that wouldn't suit either of their temperaments very well. And neither was it with

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[labyrinthking]

"How pleased I am, to hear you say that," he croons, in that dangerously pleasant way of his, from behind her. The efforts to gain an upper hand with his entrances have resumed, it seems.

[vicioussweetie]

Damn him and his voice. Ali now has a new rule: desensitize herself with Bowie songs before these little meetings. Still, she's proud of herself for maintaining a calm tone, once that shiver is done running down her spine. And with him behind her, he can't see the interesting colors her cheeks have turned (pity nobody's ever told her her shoulders turn the same colors).

"You're depressing my plants."

[labyrinthking]

"Depressing your plants, what calamity," he drawls. "I have been begging forgiveness for your misunderstanding for two weeks now, and the first I hear is that I've upset your posies?" Someone has a burr in his codpiece.

[vicioussweetie]

Such are the dangers of tight pants.

"Well," she points out in a reasonable tone, finally turning to look at him, "would you like to live in a house decorated with the dismembered bodies of your relatives?"

[labyrinthking]

Sometime later, amid tumbled pillows and tousled blankets, Jareth reclines in somewhat contemplative bliss. Admittedly, the foremost question on his mind is whether to properly wake or slip back into his doze, but others manage to steal a moment here or there for themselves.

[vicioussweetie]

There's a sudden rustling on the other side of the bed, when Ali's brain finally reboots. Parts of her emerge from beneath the sheet in which she'd tried to cocoon herself, and then she arches, cat-like, before relaxing into a stretch and a yawn. Once she's certain all her parts are still properly attached and functioning, she wriggles over to Jareth's side, claiming his stomach as her pillow and his arm as her huggy-thing. "That. Was..."

The thought is interrupted by another yawn, but then restarted with a broad smile. "Wonderful. We should try it more often."

[labyrinthking]

"Mmmyes," he purrs in agreement, the hand she's claimed for huggings stroking her side. "We really must."

[vicioussweetie]

"Mmm. It would help if we didn't fight so much," she sighs, settling to allow for optimal petting opportunities.