Hey everyone! This is my 8th fanfic but my first for rocky horror one. I wanted to do something a little different from anything I'd done before and to other RH fanfics, so I came up with this. Please R&R, all feedback is welcome and I'll reply to all reviews I receive. I update as I write so updates will come as soon as possible. Thanks in advance! Emily xxx
Entering the main hall and watching the guests "folk-dance", as Brad called it, I knew that I would remember that night for a long time. Even then, I remember thinking they were looked like something from another world… another planet. Brad had held me close to comfort me and dispel my fear. But I was not scared of the, I know that now. I was scared of the feeling building inside me: the excitement, bewilderment and… anticipation. Frank N Furter had seen that feeling in me when Brad had not.
When he had flounced out of that elevator I admit that his appearance had startled me but part of me knew I could not leave while there was clearly a world I needed to explore. A world of pleasure and sensuality, of disregarding your inhibitions and simply having fun that was begging to be uncovered; a world where no-one was held by back by their beliefs, looks, lifestyle or even gender. Although I was what the locals of Denton would call "pure", when I looked at Frank and how happy he was, it enticed me and, although at first I felt ashamed, I now know that Frank was about to show me how good life could be by giving yourself over to absolute pleasure.
When Frank removed that cape and revealed himself, I didn't know where to look. At first, I looked at anything but his body, but I couldn't help but inspect it. I wanted to know that feeling, desperately, of being completely comfortable with your body and being proud of it. I wanted to know how everyone around him could be so at ease while he paraded himself around in such a way.
I would be lying if I said I did not notice his figure. Especially his legs… Yes, I felt guilty for even thinking those thoughts with Brad stood right next to me, because I loved him. I still do, but that evening changed the way I looked at the world and everyone in it. There was laughter in Frank's eyes as he sang, and when he looked at me I was sure that he could see my interest. I tried to avoid his gaze again and looked at those surrounding him: they looked at him in awe and seemed to feel the same as I did. I quickly realized that Frank commanded respect, oozed authority and exuded confidence and I think that that was part of the attraction.
As Frank disappeared to his lab, I turned to Brad. I willed him to take control and make me leave as I feared that my desire to stay was unhealthy to say the least. Unfortunately, this inner turmoil was only set to continue and grow as the night went on. Brad was obviously unnerved and unsure of how to behave and so just went along with everyone else: he likes to think that he can protect me but I know how frightened he gets. As we were both undressed, I willed him to say something but, again, I was disappointed. It was like he had frozen under the pressure.
We were bundled into the lift and, however much I tried, I could not help feeling exposed and vulnerable. How did Frank walk around in… that… with such… grandeur? I looked at Brad and smiled which he returned meekly, but I had expected more from someone who I was planning on marrying. He looked at me like he always did, despite the distinct lack of clothing, and I felt rejected. But then, Frank did notice… again doing something that Brad had not. When Frank took my hand and kissed it, I felt electricity pass between us: he was playful and flirtatious, and took an interest in me when we talked. I saw his manner with Brad and, although he was playful with him also, he quickly turned his attention back to me.
I glanced quickly back and forth between him and Brad, but Brad showed no signs of jealousy. I thought that my giggles would at least force Brad to interject, but there was nothing. I had always thought that Brad was everything I could ever want or need, but it's difficult for anyone to compete with Frank. He was so… exotic.
And then, Brad lost it. Frank was right; Brad could be dominant and forceful, but not in the exciting way Frank was. My mood was lifted slightly by his attempt to take control and get us out of there, but not enough for me to be drawn away from Frank. His attempt had failed and Frank had just brushed it off, like Brad didn't matter: Frank was always in control.
The longer I stayed, the less I wanted to leave but the more Brad wanted to, and it worried me that so soon after our engagement the cracks were beginning to show in our relationship. However, it was about to get a whole lot worse…