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He does not know how to adjust.”
    “So, his solution is to break up with me?”
    Jareth said nothing although it looked like a challenge for him not to speak his mind. The only problem I had was Aram was a five hundred-year-old vampire, not that I was ashamed of that fact, but you couldn’t just do things with him that you could do with a normal guy. He was nowhere near normal. Magnus and I-although I hated to think of him-used to be just able to curl up and watch a DVD together. I couldn’t imagine doing that with Aram and I had to stop myself every time I went to suggest it. The creepy thing about eating out together was that he didn’t eat and I felt like I was torturing him with forgotten sensations when I ate in front of him. What I had said about the theatre was true; he only wanted to go if we went to the Swan so he could rub having me on his arm into Magnus’s face. Aram was a tiny bit petty. Sex was the one activity for couples that had not changed in a millennium, and even there we kind of stuck to the basics because I was too ill experienced to attempt something risky.
    “Your lack of need for open display would not bother me.” Jareth’s words made my head snap up and I looked at him like I had never seen him before. His eyes were dark. I swallowed hard as he crawled closer to me.
    “What? What are you saying?” His next words were all statements.
    “You enjoy having sex. You enjoy having sex with a vampire. You would enjoy sex with a vampire even more if you did not have to worry about public romantic entanglements. You find me attractive.”
    I couldn’t find words, I was completely stunned. I’d never in my life imagined having this kind of conversation with the serious Jareth. Not ever.
    “There would be no shame in it. It could be a secret kept behind closed doors.”
    “I don’t get what you’re trying to say to me.” It wasn’t entirely true. I had an inkling but I was desperate to believe my mind had just got stuck in some smutty place and that I wasn’t hearing what I thought I was hearing. I almost had myself convinced then Jareth touched me, just his hands on my arms.
    I was drowning in his emotions. Jareth desired me, heat radiated through his hands and up my arms. My pulse raced. I could feel his lust for me, he had big lust, his want of me was purely physical and that want flowed into me and colored the blush of my cheeks. I might have coped if my own little powers hadn’t switched on like he’d hit a button inside me. I was hit by a stream of images. How he saw me. Myself in that dress, the old fashioned one I had worn on my first date with Aram and the fantasy that he had been the one to rip me out of it. My appeal had not been immediate with Jareth, it had grown each time I had surprised him. He was also very attracted to the power in me, keeping me around as an ally and keeping me happy was just good tactical sense. I had never had a connection like this and the only thing that let me pull out of it was the fact that nowhere in it could I sense that Jareth felt any love for me. He was fond of me sure and he wanted to have sex with me, he had listened to me and Aram a few times and wanted to know the feel of me under his body, but he did not love me. Jareth by his own definitions was inviting me to be his mistress. Seeing as that was the role I had cast myself into surely the partner didn’t matter all that much to me. I felt slightly offended.
    When I pulled back from him, Jareth wrapped his fingers into my hair and brought my mouth to his. It was very different kissing him, his lips were hard and rough, his van dyke beard tickled my face and made me want to pull away even more. When I struggled with his grip he let me go and I gathered up the sheet so I could fully move to the other side of the bed. Jareth looked at me, he could see the naked line of my back and if he were a human I would have said he was panting.
    “Think about it. I do not want to lose this