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It wasn’t a rarity for Jareth to want to befriend other vampires; though his younger self had harboured mixed feelings about his own kin, the more mature he had grown, the more he had begun accepting them. There were people out there who had called him a douchebag for trying to branch out and make friends with witches, too. But his life was, in the end, his own.

He wasn’t entirely sure the bartender was a vampire too. Although something told him it was a possibility, and his curiosity drew him in, he was going to also be content to just have someone to talk with, or simply listen to.

“...Oh!” He hid his face in his hands and laughed, “I’m so distracted and silly, Pari. I never noticed when and what we took off!” In his defence, he has been too busy kissing her all over to see if she was wearing anything at all.

𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑺 .   (   a  series  of  question - based  starters .  )

It was his face that had drawn her in, wasn’t it? Working the late shifts in the hospital had left his permanent mark on him. And although Jareth would forever claim he did not mind, the circles under his eyes, their bloodshot whites and his having remained static, staring into space for what felt like forever, were not something you’d normally do if everything was fine with you.

But it didn’t matter. Unless she insisted very firmly, he could hold his ground. He needed to keep himself together until, at least, a late-night dinner was acquired. At the moment he felt hungrier for human food than for their blood, as per usual, so if she found the idea of grabbing some dinner good, the better for him.

“Um... I’m just...” His stomach gave a loud growl, louder than anything the girl would have heard from another body, and Jareth lifted his hand to press against it, grimacing with embarrassment. “Starving. I’ve not had food in hours. Way too long day at work.” Though she was a stranger, his tone was almost apologetic, like she was an old friend worried about him. “Do you want to go and look for something to eat? I know it’s late, but... I’ve found late evening walks very peaceful.”

She was a stranger, granted, and him offering to stick with her could be considered odd. Still, it wasn’t like he had the strength or the mind to get down to any mischief. There was something about this girl that told him she wasn’t ordinary, either. Maybe he could get to hear more about her, like where she came from. Probably a strange yet whimsical place... Or maybe his mind was already showing him the stuff of dreams. Who knew.

“I also have you, Pari.” Jareth might be a walking dead now – and also literally – thanks to the fifth twelve-hour shift he has had with only about five hours’ sleep. But he’s not a prick. Upon later interaction, at least. And he’s aching for company.

He can’t help but laugh at her words. “Man, vampire, GP, boyfriend... I am an actor with many roles. I’ve been having an odd feeling recently however. Like something is changing. Like... I want something to change.”

Jareth shakes his head then, fixing his hair. “That aside... or maybe related to that – you’ve been doing okay, right? I wish I could spend more time with you.” He sighs and holds her hands. “But it’s allergy season, we’ve our hands full... me with something very pleasant, currently.” he gives her a wink. “I can’t help but worry though.”

"Perfect!"

He had been hoping to hear this from Pari. A single second before sweeping her into his arms, the vampire had been unsure whether she would be comfortable with it, or not. They liked each other. But then again... he would have understood her entirely if she had asked him to put her down.

"Let's see... I've heard humans like to snuggle a lot, and I've always liked it as well. We could do that." Jareth pressed a kiss to Pari's forehead.

“You heard me, love.” Without realising, Jareth slipped into a British accent, the words twirling on top of his lips before he leaned in to press them against her forehead. He was starting gently... but he knew that was going to change.

“Really... it depends a lot on what you like most.” He smirked, following her finger with his eyes. He reached out and held her wrist, starting to trace kisses from her inner arm to there, then over the palm of her hand. And when he reached her fingers, he licked one and gave it a gentle suck.

“For now...” As he spoke, he shrugged off his coat, then his sweater and shirt, tossing them on a chair, or a table - he didn’t see, and he didn’t care. He scooped her in his arms and kissed her, laying her down on his bed. One of his hands held her face, ever so gentle, the other running from her neck to her breasts, gently twisting her nipples, caressing her stomach and the insides of her thighs. “For now I just want to see you squirm.