Author's note: Another one of my fics that was written a long time ago. Dunno if it's really finished or not, so I've left it in process.
It's based on the original with Tim Curry.
Disclaimer: I do not claim to own any rights to "The Rocky Horror picture show" or "Rocky Horror show"
Rating: T for mild violence.
Characters: Dr. Frank-N-Furter. Rocky Horror. Riff-Raff.
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Safe
Evening has fallen upon the castle, where the grounds have been bustling with moonlight beach blanket parties and festive luaus all in the spirit of summer.
But in contrast, the infamous Dr. Frank-N-Furter has become uncharacteristically quiet.
His companions are clueless as to what brought this on -save a few.
Some might say that he has reached a pinicle in life and thus has begun a journey of self-analysis and meditation but word around the castle is that whatever caused this, it must have happened the morning after the drag race when Frank-N-Furter vanished; leaving his discarded clothing upon the lawn to get ripped to shreds in the lawn mower.
Almost two days later, their master was heard pounding and kicking at the front doors, screaming that he had been locked out. When the servants let him in,Frank appeared mostly unchanged except that he wore a powder blue dress shirt that was stolen from some middle-aged postal man who's life will never be the same.
But that's another story.
Now, our curvaceous sexpot sits in an antique, stately armchair; knees knocked together as he watches the spiteful sun set from the living room window.
He's even been neglectful of his image. Just wearing a satin robe that's left wide open and a full, black bodice. Well, he does have make-up on. That's a rule never broken.
Before he slips back into slumber, Rocky bounds through the doorway, whimpering. Frank startles and rushes to his creation with open arms, saying "What's wrong, baby?"
Instead of taking refuge in Frankie's bosom, Rocky scurries behind him for use as a shield.
His pursuer follows shortly.
RIff-Raff, the loathsome attendant with an eternal chip on his shoulder. He slows to a stop before the threshold with a clenched jaw, then proceeds cautiously.
"What have you been doing to my darling creature?"
"Nothing...master." Riff-Raff begins to back away.
Things havn't been well between them since the "Incident"
Rocky grimaces, peeping out from behind Frank with a shudder. Frank looks to him sympathetically while clasping the horror's giant hand and suddenly erupts "SEE HOW YOU'VE FRIGHTENED HIM?"
Before the butler can escape his wrath, Frank lodges a statuette at him and It hits Riff-Raff directly on the back but alas, he only stumbles and makes a hasty retreat.
Frankie turns back to comfort the platinum blonde mass of a man. "There, there."
Rocky grunts a couple of laughs whilst Frank cradles his face lovingly and says "That's the ticket" before giving him a soft tap on the cheek.
Thinking that the fiasco is over, Rocky decides to head back outside to dig in rubble but collides into Frankie who luxuriously wraps his arms around his neck, gazing at him with doe-eyes. "Pick me up."
"Uh?"
"Hold me in your lap."
Rocky reluctantly lifts the petite bombshell that fidgets contently while they make their way back to the armchair. Both of them are almost too much for it to take.
Frank-N-Furter snuggles close to his warm strongman who's expression is quickly becoming less than pleasant.
