Okay, first off let me say that this is my first fic and that while I love the original vision that Richard O'Brien created, I would like to take some artistic license and give some more life to the Frank/Janet relationship. But I'm even pissing my self off a little because if this happened it would've changed the whole course of the show.


"Enchante." Frank said, chuckling,he reached down to kiss my hand.

I couldn't suppress my nervous giggle. A very organic reaction to the shiver that ran through my body at his touch. But giggle was all she could do at that moment. I mean... Brad was standing right there. I couldn't have acted on what I felt. Not in front of him. If there was one thing I wanted more than Frank, it was to make sure Brad's feeling's were not hurt.

But I noticed something; a diabolical glint in Frank's beautiful green-blue eyes. He knew how I felt, and he was determined to get it out of me. I knew then that that glint in his eyes was a challenge. Could I hold out long enough? Or would my feelings come out in front of all these people, in front of Brad?

But Frank wasn't going to make it too hard. Not now. He began to introduce the world to his creation. I wasn't very happy with this. I'd had the plans all made up in my mind that I was to be Frank's new playmate. But Rocky, thankfully didn't seem entirely taken with Frank. Not like I was.

From the moment he opened his mouth I was taken. Not that I'd mentioned it to Brad, but accents always got me. Frank's was especially sexy. "He's just a little brought "doun" because when you knocked... "It was that part that had grabbed my attention. But it was that small kiss on the hand that had wonmy heart. His looks didn't hurt either. He was well built, nice hair; the makeup didn't even faze me, his looks were so striking. I'd kept it well hidden at the time. But later on, it was something that I wouldn't be able to keep quiet. Literally.

Later that night, after Frank had had his way with Rocky, he had come to win our little unannounced contest. I heard the door to my room creak open, a sliver of light came into my room, followed by the silhouette of a man.

He was trying to fool me, dressed as Brad. But the moment he touched me; the sensation I felt deep within my body; I knew it couldn't possibly be Brad.

"Well," I said, removing his wig and glasses, "you gave it a good try. I mean, you have the voice nailed but you are just far mare versed in" I chuckled a little, and composed myself. "-in this area than Brad could ever be."

"It's the thought that counts right? Oh, times wasting away my dear, the night is no longer young, and I feel it's long since past its awkward pubescent moments." He stopped talking, his head moving down; it wasn't more than a second before his mouth found my neck. Expecting a little more force, I was surprised by the soft, slow, amazingly tender kisses I received. His mouth moving perpetually down his hands going before it, removing anything that might get into his way.