The wonderful Richard O'Brien owns all this - I just think there isn't nearly enough Frankie fanfiction out there! Strong M, especially in later chapters.
The bed felt clammy and cold. Janet tried to will herself to fall asleep, but the longer she listened to the creaking of the old mansion, the less tired and more agitated she became. Her room was dirty like the rest of the house, the curtains of her bed dusty and smelling faintly of mildew. In the distant, she heard some light dripping and faint gurgling of old pipes. She felt cold and frightened and even briefly considered looking for Brad in his room, but ditched that idea. Brad would consider this improper behavior, even if their current hosts were anything but decent.
Janet's thoughts drifted towards their bright and sunny afternoon earlier at the wedding when Brad finally… finally asked her to marry him. All her dreams seemed to become true then and she felt like she could burst of happiness. She wanted to tell the whole world about her luck and show off her nice ring and sing and dance of pure joy. At this point, she considered that day as the happiest of her life, even happier than that day when Brad asked her out for their prom and came to pick her up in a nice suit and met her parents. He was very polite and looked dashing… she could tell her father approved and her mother seemed to like him. She was so happy then…
Janet punched her cold pillow in frustration. Just how did they end up tonight in this weird house with its even weirder residents? All they wanted was to meet their former teacher Dr. Scott and tell him about their plans… but no, of course they had to crash in the most forsaken remote location possible and of course their spare tire wasn't ready to use. Janet's mood took a nosedive when they had to walk miles through the pouring rain back to the old mansion. She didn't want to leave Brad on his own, but even less did she want to stay behind alone in the dark, waiting for him to return to their car. They were both relieved when the mansion came to view and just wanted to seek help quickly to get back to their car again. But their 'generous' host apparently had different plans in mind.
Janet sighed in the dark, frowning in disbelief when she thought back to his grand entrance. She had never ever seen any adult man in underwear before, let alone in female underwear, highheels and full make-up! Of course, she knew that all kinds of preferences exist, exotic tastes …but not in small-town Denton. Probably more likely in far-away metropoles, where people got into touch with all kinds of shady people… living in sin…
Janet shook her head. And yet, here, in the middle of nowhere, they encountered that strange outgoing bunch of people living in their strange dirty house wearing strange inappropriate stuff. Those shoes… no, she wouldn't think about that strange man now, she had to sleep to leave tomorrow morning as soon as possible.
But when she closed her eyes tight, images of the confident swagger of their host when he strutted towards this… throne and threw off his cape came to her mind. He walked in his high heels as if he wore regular tennis shoes… no. Actually he walked like a model, like he never wore any other foodwear in his whole life. His hips swayed from side to side, utterly confident, unashamed, enticing. Janet doubted she could walk in shoes that high, wearing modest heeled pumps or flat shoes herself most of the time. But those shoes did show off nicely his long, stocking clad legs, his slim, toned body and his nice…
Janet huffed annoyed and turned on her other side. It was absolutely out of question and indecent to think about other men's legs, even more so in fishnet stockings. She was bone-tired and yet couldn't find any sleep. The stress of the evening seemed to have caught up with her treacherous mind. And yet… when she allowed her thoughts to wander again, she remembered those dark green, sparkling eyes and that devil-may-care smirk when he flirted with her in his laboratory. Janet couldn't help but compare him to Brad… nice, good-natured, up-standing Brad. He's all she ever dreamt of in a man and he wanted to marry her. She was so happy… and yet, in her cold dark chamber, tossing and turning in her bed, she had to confess to her tiny voice in her head that something was missing in their relationship. She knew Betty wasn't a virgin when she married. The girls often had whispered conversations about Betty's newest …"adventures" with Ralph… Janet even once or twice had to cover for her, telling Betty's parents that they watched a late movie in the cinema when in truth Betty sneaked off with her boyfriend. She made Janet long for a world she hadn't yet touched upon. She remembered Betty's hushed giggles when she started talking about her… progress with her boyfriend. Janet was too shy to ask for details, but Betty was more than happy to overshare. She gushed about the rush and heat and passion and how it got better and better the more experienced the two became. Janet envied her fiercely … when Betty asked in return about Brad, Janet just shook her head and told her while Brad desired her deeply, she wanted to wait. Betty looked at her funny then and nudged her…"You're missing out on something girl… go get your man! Don't be shy, he'll like it, I promise". But it was a lie – Brad was nothing but the proper gentleman, holding her hand, cuddling, giving her chaste kisses. It was her that wanted more, but she didn't know how to encourage him without behaving inappropriate.
But after a particularly racy conversation with Betty, she decided it was time to take matters into her own hands so to speak. The next time she met Brad again at the movies for a science-fiction horror flick, she gathered all her courage to and let her hands wander beyond her usual comfort zone. They had seats way back in the nearly empty cinema, the movie was boring and it was dark enough. Brad put his arm around her and seemed to focus intently on the movie. When she let her hands drift slowly south, Brad tensed up, his body going rigid and his breathing became… labored. He seemed to close his eyes for a second when her fingers ghosted over his belt and further down. Even though it was dark, she could see Brad turning bright red and suddenly removing her hand carefully. He kissed her forehead, pulled her close to cuddle and told her with a whisper that he was absolutely fine with waiting and that they should focus on the movie. Janet felt deeply embarrassed of her boldness and meekly agreed. Brad was just being a gentlemen and she behaved like a wanton woman! And still… she sometimes wished Brad was as confident as Ralph had been with Betty and would initiate… something, anything. She grew tired of waiting.
Janet turned again. Where did those strange thoughts come from? She was engaged to a wonderful man and had a bright future ahead of her as Mrs. Brad Majors. Soon she would be married and soon she would have her wedding night honoring the white dress she would wear. It would be perfect, Brad wouldn't be ashamed or shy then and it wasn't that much longer to wait anyways…
But in the dark of the night, alone under her clammy blanket, her thought drifted once more to their host. Dr. Frank N. Furter… maybe his work as a scientist made him this eccentric? He was so utterly confident, not like any other man she ever met before. He had flirted completely unashamed with her in his lab, in front of Brad no less. And she had giggled at him like a moron! Janet angrily punched her pillow again. What on earth came over her? But a small part of her mind whispered, that if she was completely honest with herself, she kind of liked it. Sure, he dressed outlandish and wore more make-up than anyone she'd ever met before… but he had a very masculine scent to him, faint, but exotic like herbs and incense and something fresh and clean. He smelled intoxicating whenever he got close enough to her to notice, his smell wrapping her in a haze that made her less self-conscious of her half-dressed state and more… hmm… she couldn't put a finger on it. When he kissed her hand like a true gentlemen, she later discreetly pulled her hand towards her face when she giggled, only to inhale his faintly lingering scent once more. He smelled like nothing she had witnessed before…
But when he stared at her boobs, his smirk faltered for a split second and his eyes got a very intense gleam to them… serious… and heated. Her instinct told her than that he wasn't just randomly flirting as a host with her, however impolite it was, but that he truly wanted her, like a man wants a woman. He projected intense desire, and even despite of his outfit and make-up and heels, his desire felt sincere and very masculine. A even smaller, very secretive part of her enjoyed that knowledge intensely. Brad had never sent her such heated glances…
Enough! Janet punched her pillow a third time, mentally telling herself to quit musing over Frank and going to sleep with her finance in mind. At least Brad didn't wear fishnets and high heels… She tried to picture Brad in such garb, but failed. Her thoughts nearly made her giggle. No, her sweet darling Brad would never ever do that. Amused by her ridiculous thoughts, she slowly started to drift to sleep.