***I do not own these characters, never have, and sadly, probably never
will.*** OK, this is a little ROTIC that came to me on nice walk outside.
It stars Magenta and Riff Raff because I love them, IT'S Magenta's POV,
first ROTIC so please review, I'm not sure where I want this to go.
ENJOY!!!
I walked along outside, enjoying the sensation of the cool autumn wind flowing through my hair on my neck. This time of year was the nicest here, the gray skies, and soon darkness reminded me of home. So Riff's and mines happiness was bittersweet. The scarlet leaves made the castle grounds seem ablaze during the day, by night, the moonlight created a soft russet haze over the ground. As Riff and I traipsed about the grounds, I watched contentedly as some of his melancholy melted. Times were difficult; this was our third Terran fall. Our position was wretchedly degrading; it wore horribly on Riff. He was the true mind behind our mission, though Frank took the bows. But really, servants? My brother, reduced to a simple handyman. It was deplorable. "Oh Riff, here I'll get it," I chuckled softly as he tried in vain to pull one of the many swirling leaves from his floaty, twisted, golden hair. He was so handsome in this light. The twilight shining through his blonde hair, framing his pale face. The high cheekbones, slightly sunken eyes, strong lines, always at play with shadow, bathed gently in the dusky twilight. As our eyes met, we simultaneously straightened our forearms, pressed our fingertips together, then our palms, I could feel his pulse in his wrist, quick like mine, then ending at our elbows, slowly we lowered our arms. Riff looked into my eyes with the same wild longing that was boiling in my heart, after a quick glance around, I opened my mouth in sweet anticipation. His warm, wet mouth met mine, not hiding anymore. I caressed his bare chest under the loose shirt, his hand, warm, and slightly roughened from our servitude, slid under my dress over my breasts. I gasped in the freedom pleasure brings. I smiled as we took each other's hands, wondering deeper into the woods. We fell to the leaf covered ground, wound with in each other's arms. It was like being teenagers again, hiding from the world. His sweet hot breath in my face, as he held me close in his strong arms, and kissed me, tasting my neck. As I caressed his face with mine and twined my fingers through his hair, Riff Raff gasped and spoke, "Soon," he moved to my chest and stomach. I arched my back, welcoming him, and kissing his neck, "Soon what, darling?" "Soon, we will go home," I moaned happily as his weight fell on to me, "Oh, I hope you're right," a sudden crackling in the twigs stopped us.
I walked along outside, enjoying the sensation of the cool autumn wind flowing through my hair on my neck. This time of year was the nicest here, the gray skies, and soon darkness reminded me of home. So Riff's and mines happiness was bittersweet. The scarlet leaves made the castle grounds seem ablaze during the day, by night, the moonlight created a soft russet haze over the ground. As Riff and I traipsed about the grounds, I watched contentedly as some of his melancholy melted. Times were difficult; this was our third Terran fall. Our position was wretchedly degrading; it wore horribly on Riff. He was the true mind behind our mission, though Frank took the bows. But really, servants? My brother, reduced to a simple handyman. It was deplorable. "Oh Riff, here I'll get it," I chuckled softly as he tried in vain to pull one of the many swirling leaves from his floaty, twisted, golden hair. He was so handsome in this light. The twilight shining through his blonde hair, framing his pale face. The high cheekbones, slightly sunken eyes, strong lines, always at play with shadow, bathed gently in the dusky twilight. As our eyes met, we simultaneously straightened our forearms, pressed our fingertips together, then our palms, I could feel his pulse in his wrist, quick like mine, then ending at our elbows, slowly we lowered our arms. Riff looked into my eyes with the same wild longing that was boiling in my heart, after a quick glance around, I opened my mouth in sweet anticipation. His warm, wet mouth met mine, not hiding anymore. I caressed his bare chest under the loose shirt, his hand, warm, and slightly roughened from our servitude, slid under my dress over my breasts. I gasped in the freedom pleasure brings. I smiled as we took each other's hands, wondering deeper into the woods. We fell to the leaf covered ground, wound with in each other's arms. It was like being teenagers again, hiding from the world. His sweet hot breath in my face, as he held me close in his strong arms, and kissed me, tasting my neck. As I caressed his face with mine and twined my fingers through his hair, Riff Raff gasped and spoke, "Soon," he moved to my chest and stomach. I arched my back, welcoming him, and kissing his neck, "Soon what, darling?" "Soon, we will go home," I moaned happily as his weight fell on to me, "Oh, I hope you're right," a sudden crackling in the twigs stopped us.