A/N: Hey there everyone. I was clearing through my folders and I found this, I wrote it ages ago so I'm not sure how good it is, but I felt like I needed to post something so I decided what the hell, and here it is. Hope ya'll enjoy it
Azzi

Disclaimer: Not mine, otherwise...ooh...otherwise...


Maybe there were some faults in her personality. Maybe she should think a bit more before she did things. Maybe she should try a bit harder to be understanding. Maybe she should stop when she knew it was time to stop. Maybe she should learn how to say no. Maybe she should stop pining over things that can't be changed. And maybe, just maybe, one day, she will learn from her mistakes. But that wasn't the way that Magenta functioned. She was a free spirit. She did what she wanted, when she wanted, how she wanted. But for all her faults, you had to admit, that Magenta was wonderful.

She had strength. She had elegance, beauty, intelligence. But the ability to learn from her mistakes is not the strongest of her traits. And there was the reason she lay here, on this bed, with this man.

Again.

She turned her head slightly to look at him. His hair was dark, and in abundance. His face pale, make up smudged, but he somehow still retained his beauty. She wished she could do that, fuck all night and still look wonderful in the morning. She just wished it wasn't him that she fucked. But he was always there, willing and eager, always offering full participation. And with all his experience he was very good. He always knew the right thing to say, and though she knew that he didn't mean it, she couldn't help but take comfort in the words she wanted to hear. She rolled out of his arms and gathered her clothes, quickly pulling on her dress and boots. She left her fishnets there, she had others. Hurrying to her bedroom she retrieved a fresh pair, and her apron. She then went to find her brother. She found him, sleeping in the kitchen.

She shook him, "Riff, wake up."

Riff Raff blinked, his eyes taking in the light, and his sister before him, "Magenta?"

She sat down next to him, her back against the wall, swinging her legs up so they were on top of his, and sighed.

"He did it again, didn't he?" Riff Raff asked, although her already knew the answer.

She nodded.

"Did you tell him not to?"

"No," brilliant red hair fell into her face as she shook her head. "I didn't."

"Why not?" he asked.

"Because," she lifted her head, looking her brother in the eyes. "I needed it. I wanted it."

"Oh, Magenta," Riff Raff placed a caring finger under her chin. "You should have come with me."

She once again shook her head, "You were too tired last night, but Frank, Frank is never too tired."

"Magenta," Riff Raff said slowly. "You never give me a chance. I could satisfy you too."

"I know," Magenta sighed again. "I know you can. You have."

"The years may not have been kind to me," Riff Raff spoke. "I know this. But I am still equally as capable as the master."

"I don't care what you look like Riff," she smiled softly. "Or how good you are. You're my brother, and I love you."

"No matter what?"

"No matter what," she repeated, laying a gentle kiss on his lips.

"Come to me tonight," Riff Raff pushed some of her bushy hair behind an ear. "I promise I won't be too tired."

And yet when she entered her brother's room that night he was already asleep. And so she spent another night in the arms of her master.