She kicked the small trashcan that was under the desk. Why had she shown that small portion to her agent? Now she was stuck with this stupid romance novel. Of course she honestly hadn't thought that her agent would find the story of Lord Philip and Lady Cynthia and they're amazing woo-antics compelling. Now she was stuck forcing her couple to perform back-woos, woo-saults, and hand-woos. Ghads, stop making circus references Sarah!
She got up from the computer. She had gotten them through their first night together woo-fully, not slut-fully. Now it was the time following their first tryst. Lying down she stretched out on the couch. This was proving to be harder then writing the initial love scene. Admittedly Sarah was not well versed in the proper protocol of the morning after, or even the ten minutes after for that matter. What does one do following the first successful woo? She grabbed a cushion, held it against her face, and screamed out her frustrations.
"Need to vent?"
She lifted the pillow. Jareth smiled down at her.
"I should never have agreed to this romance novel," she said. He regarded her. "I'm not right for the job."
"Well then stop writing it," he offered.
"Can't." She left the pillow over her face. "My agent likes it."
"But I do not."
"Surely it's not so bad. What happened to all of the good wooing?"
"It came and went in five minutes."
He grunted and chuckled all at once. "And how does that far with Lady Cynthia?"
"I don't know."
"Stuck on the morning after are we?"
"Try the ten minutes after."
The pillowed was lifted off her face. He peered down at her, his blonde hair framing his face. Sarah realized she was smiling up at him. "So they're finished with their first successful woo performance and…you haven't a clue as to what to do next?"
"Nope. I am open to suggestions."
"Where did you leave them?"
"In bed. Lord Philip he's wanting to ensure that Lady Cynthia is…," She sort of shrugged searching for the right word.
"Comfortable? Asleep? Safe?"
"Secure," she said tossing the pillow aside. "Help me out with this. Move closer." He took a knee next to the couch. "No, no, up here next to me. There's enough room for two." He was on the couch hovering over her. "Now you be Lord Philip and I'll be Lady Cynthia."
"Sounds very appropriate. Here now watch your leg," he then said. "I don't want to knee you."
"There. Now you want me to feel secure about us. Go for it."
He hummed thoughtfully. For a moment she wondered if he was not going to help her. He rested back on his bent legs just sort of looking at her. Then he shifted leaning over her, bracing an arm against the seat cushion next to her head. "Words would be few," he said. "Naturally he knows that (now how did you put it?)... the wooing will need to continue for longer than just this one encounter. He's made love to the woman who fascinates him. There will be a surge of many emotions: sexual gratification, curiosity, a degree of drowsiness, perhaps even the desire to have her again."
Sarah felt her eyes blink slowly, near deliberately. "So, in order to reassure our Lady Cynthia, after doing the deed-,"
He interrupted. "Now don't call it that. You must think romantic thoughts in order to write romantic words. Refer to it as 'making love' or at the very least woo-antics."
"All right," she conceded. "After making love how will he reassure her?"
"With more actions." He ran a finger along her forehead and down her cheek. "They will be more subtle now, but if Lady Cynthia is as in tune with him as she claims she will notice."
"Well she definitely wants him to continue wooing her."
"Good." He smiled, bending closer. "Because he has no intentions of stopping."
She swallowed hard. "Woo-bulous."
The angle that he was leaning allowed for his shirt to fall open exposing his chest. For what reason had she pulled him on the couch? She slapped her subconscious for creating an outlet for an ulterior motive. For the sake of the book, she reasoned with her self.
"At this point," he continued. "it will be his main mission to ensure her satisfaction. He would hold onto her," he paused, dropped to his side and moved her against him. She now laid facing away from him, her back snuggly against his body. She felt his fingers trail over her shoulder and down her arm. "He would stroke her, gently."
That made sense. "Her: enjoying the affection. Him: enjoying her nearness."
For a few moments the two of them did just that. It was pleasantly warm and very comfortable. Sarah closed her eyes and sighed in a strange contented way. "What few words would he say to her?" she ventured to ask.
"Beautiful. Divine. Gorgeous," he whispered near her ear. "The most woo-tiful woman in the world."
"Really?" she couldn't hide the dreamy quality in her tone.
His arm hugged her against him. "Really. He wants to spend the rest of his life wooing her."
"Woo for woo?"
"From here to woo-ternity?"
He laughed softly. "Yes. She intrigues him, fascinates him; it's never a dull moment with her." She lay still wondering just how much of what he was saying was indeed Lord Philip and not someone else. "He wonders to himself how he even got this close to her. She is such a fiery, independent woman after all. Dare he kiss her?" he asked out loud.
She cleared her throat. "I think Lady Cynthia would be hard up to resist such sentiments."
"He wants to," he said speaking in her ear. She felt his hand on her hip. "He desires her so, it maddens him at times. To lie so close to her..." He took a deep breath.
She exhaled slowly. "I think Lady Cynthia-,"
"I could care less about Lady Cynthia," he said tersely. "Stop referring to her."
All right he has definitely stepped out of character, she thought. Her fingers examined the texture of the seat cushion, trying to decide what to do next. In situations such as the one she found her self in curiosity can lead to one of two things: cat killing (which she decided really did not apply) and the opportunity to experience something new. Of course weighing her options was proving to be incredibly difficult for at the same time Jareth was becoming thoroughly acquainted with the curve of her hip and the scent of her hair. "If not Lady Cynthia then who is supposed to be on the receiving end of such proclamations and professions?" she asked a tad coy.
He leaned close pressing their bodies together. "Just let me woo you," he spoke in a tone that made her heart and stomach trade places. "And you can have everything that you want."
"Everything?" she asked.
"Including a best selling novel?"
He went still. "Sarah!" he exclaimed harshly. "You are ruining the moment!"
"Well-!" she retorted as if the one word explained her actions. She turned her self over so she could face him. "Just whose moment am I ruining? Hhhmmm? Something tells me that Lord Philip checked out several minutes ago."
"He was never in to begin with," he muttered. Seeing her eyebrows creep up in surprise he quickly added, "You invited me onto the couch."
"I invited you to help me."
"Oh so now it is all business is it? The wooing, the woo-antics, the woo-vitations were all for nothing then?"
Admittedly it took her a moment to figure out the 'woo-vitations.' She took a deep breath, "I didn't say that. But a man should make his intentions to woo known up front."
In a blur he moved over her and held her pinned to the couch. "Have I not been bold enough with you?" he asked.
Her heart and stomach- the two organs that had already traded places- somersaulted simultaneously. "I don't rightly know. Who were you daring to kiss: me or Lady Cynthia?"
"I told you," he said craning his neck. "I don't care about Lady Cynthia."
"Well then, that leaves just one person to kiss doesn't it?"
"It would appear so."
"Well then indeed."
"So are you?" she asked.
"I just might."
"I'm ready either way."
"So sure of yourself?"
"Impressive," he replied. "Ready?"
"Go for it."
He held her face. "I think I will."
"Shut up," he whispered and kissed her.
And that is probably the end.