Standard disclaimer: Rocky Horror Picture Show and its characters belong to the god known as Richard O'brien, who I, sadly, am not.
Magenta lay sleeping, a slight smile across her lips, as Riff Raff slipped into the room at a very early hour of the morning. He was tired, his body ached, and his clothes clung to him as he tried to remove them due to all the blood and sweat and various chemical solutions that had been spilled on them. The night had been spent in the lab, preforming a series of experiments for Frank, one of which had gone quite wrong. After cleaning up the mess, and a thorough punishment for the mistake, he longed for the tender embrace of his sister's arms and a few moments of sleep.
The odd blue light of that time of night streamed into the room through a gap in the drapes. It reminded Riff Raff of their home planet, as he caressed his sister's cheek. Magenta stirred slightly.
"Dreaming of Transsexual, again, my dear sister?" he whispered in her ear.
"You know me too well," she replied as she ran her hand along his back and leaned to kiss him softly on the lips. Both froze as she felt where Frank's whip had broken the skin earlier that night. Riff Raff tried not to wince in pain.
"Pay it no mind," he said quickly to ease his sister's worry. A strange smile came across him. "Go back to your dream, Magenta. We will not have to only dream of home for much longer..."