A/N: My very first upload - nerve-wracking. These are some random Riff/Genta drabbles I've written over the last couple of years. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: The Rocky Horror Picture Show and all associated characters belong to the very talented and very sexy Richard O'Brien.
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Handyman's Day Off
When the Master's away, Riff'n'Genta will screw around and get nothing done.
Thunder rumbled in the distance; the sound would have been a roar close-up, but far away it became a muted purr. The noise penetrated Riff Raff's slumber. He woke slowly, luxuriously, savoring the sensation as he might a fine wine. Closing his eyes, he listened for a moment to the soothing patter of rain on the castle roof, and smiled. Beautiful.
And speaking of beautiful… He looked down at the woman sprawled across his chest. The night before had been nothing short of bliss—one of those priceless nights filled with nothing but talking and making love. And they had so little time to be together as of late, making what they did have even more precious. He sighed. I love her. How I love her. I wouldn't give her up for anything.
And then a nagging reminder of the real world fought its way into his head: We have work to do.
He squeezed his eyes shut. Damn work. Just damn it all and let them stay here undisturbed. But unfortunately, that wasn't an option. Pity. His sister looked so lovely lying there, so very peaceful and serene. It seemed a shame to wake her, but the choice was not his
"Come on, Magenta." He gave her shoulder a little jog. "Time to get up." She grumbled wordlessly and rolled over. "Furter will be after us if we don't get started."
"Furter isn't here."
"What are you—" Riff cut himself off abruptly. Frank was off 'mingling' with the natives, and had planned to be gone at least a day. Which meant… He smirked. "You're right."
Magenta opened an eye and, seeing her brother's expression, donned a suggestive grin of her own. "But as long as we're awake…"
They didn't leave the bed for a long time.