Magenta dipped the mop into the bucket of soapy water, a concoction of steaming hot water and bleach, and began to clean the lab floor. There were stains of almost every colour, leaving Magenta to wonder what it was exactly Frank got up to during the day. She had only been there a few minutes, however, when she realised that a pair of eyes were on her back. Slowly, Magenta turned. "Master." She said, startled, "What are you doing here?" She asked.
Frank smiled at her, his eyes glittering. "Nothing. I just like to watch you sometimes." He confessed.
"Oh." Magenta replied quietly, a little confused, "Well, its late. Maybe you should..." She let her words trail off as Frank began to walk towards her. As he came closer, she could begin to smell the alcohol on his breath.
"You are so alluring, you know? Everything you do... its all just so sensual." He whispered.
Magenta took a step back, her fingers wrapped tightly around the mop. "I think you should go to bed now, master." She said sternly, eyes narrowed.
"How can I, when all I'll do is stay awake, thinking of you?" Frank laughed, now so close Magenta could see every seperate eyelash. She turned around, carrying on mopping the floor, attempting to ignore him. Suddenly Frank's hand sprang out, snatching the mop from her grasp. Magenta whirled around, staring at him.
"What are you-" She began to say.
"Ssh, don't speak." Frank said softly, placing a finger on her lips, "Just enjoy the moment."
"Frank, please, don't." Magenta said, trying to push him away, "Riff Raff is just upstairs, and I couldn't-"
"He needn't know, he'll never find out. This is just between us." Frank smiled.
"But I don't want to." Magenta retorted.
Frank just laughed again. His lips brush against hers, his hands locking around his waist. Magenta tried so hard to resist, but Frank's lips were so warm, so delicious, that she just had to kiss him back. Their lips pressed harder together, moving together in a perfect rhythm. The mop fell with a clatter to the floor. Now Frank's fingers were entwined in Magenta's wild curls, and her hand was pushing up the back of Frank's basque, her nails digging into his skin. A moan escaped, but it wasn't clear who it had erupted from.
"Master." Magenta mumbled, as Frank delved down to smother her neck.
Then, without warning, the bucket tipped over with a clang. Water gushed over the floor, and over the feet of the scandalous pair. They both yelped in surprise and pain, springing apart. Magenta quickly stooped down to set the bucket right again, and when she rose, she couldn't look Frank in the eye. Everything sunk in, and there was terrible sickness in her stomach. She gasped.
"Clean this up." Frank ordered quickly, turning around and marching out of the room.
Magenta removed her apron, and began to soak up the water. Her hands shook, and she could feel warm tears slide down her cheeks. When she had finished in the lab, she retired for bed. Slowly, and still sobbing, she climbed the stairs. She paused when she got to the door of the room in which she shared with Columbia. No, she didn't want to stay there tonight. Instead, she carried on up the stairs until they stopped, right outside the tower room.
Magenta pushed the door open, and saw Riff Raff lay in his bed, snoring softly. He looked peaceful sleeping, innocent. Magenta closed the door, removed her clothes, and moved in carefully next to him. Riff Raff's mouth twitched. "Magenta?" He mumbled.
"Ssh, go to sleep." Magenta soothed, stroking his hair. She tucked the sheets around her brother, and then sat, cross legged, beside him. She watched his chest rise and fall as he breathed, and the way his face sometimes made little movements. Occasionally he'd sigh.
Magenta vowed never to leave her brother's side again.