He planned it out extremely carefully. For the next few nights, he kept
watch over Magenta's bedroom door after she and Riff Raff had ostensibly
retired for the night. Each night, on the stroke of midnight, Riff Raff
would leave his own bedroom and go to Magenta's. Ah, yes, the utter
predictability of their schedule would make it easier. He decided he would
pay his visit to Magenta around 11:30. That would give him sufficient time
to work around her objections and insure they were engaged in some
*interesting* activity when Riff Raff made his appearance at midnight.
The more he thought about his plan, the more he liked it. It would be the ideal way to provide deliciously appropriate retribution to both of them. The punishment for Riff Raff was obvious. He would see the woman he loved – probably the only lover he'd ever had - having sex with another man, a man he despised. The punishment for Magenta was even more interesting. It wasn't enough that she would have the guilt of betraying her brother with someone both of them hated; Frank would see to it that she enjoyed it. She would betray not only Riff Raff, but herself as well.
That night Frank appeared at Magenta's door at 11:30, clad only in his robe. He knocked on her door, and listened with amusement to the sounds of scrambling from within. Finally she opened the door slightly, just enough to be able to stick her head out and talk to him. "Yes, Master?"
Frank smiled inwardly. Obviously she had everything ready for Riff Raff, and she didn't want Frank to notice. "Magenta, I need to speak with you. May I come in?"
Despite her usually rigid self-control, Magenta couldn't prevent a momentary flicker of dismay and panic from crossing her face. However, she quickly realized his question was not a request, and she had no choice but to allow him to enter. With great reluctance, she opened the door more widely and stepped aside. "Certainly, Master."
Frank walked into the room and looked around, as Magenta watched him apprehensively. His lips curled into a knowing smile as he saw her preparations. Magenta had gone to great lengths to create a romantic atmosphere. The small lamp on her dresser had a sheer red scarf draped over the lampshade, emitting a warm, rosy glow throughout the room. Several candles on the two bedside tables provided the only other light. On the bed were black satin sheets, obviously appropriated from the supply for Frank's own bedroom. In the background, soft music was playing. Magenta herself was wearing a short black satin robe, and, apparently, nothing else.
Frank turned to her, the suggestive smile still on his face. "Expecting company, I see."
Magenta, uncharacteristically for her, blushed deep scarlet. "No, Master," she lied. "I simply find this relaxing."
Frank raised an eyebrow. "Relaxing? What a *unique* choice of words. I would assume most would find this atmosphere arousing, rather than relaxing."
Magenta was becoming more uncomfortable by the minute, but attempted to cover it with her customary composure. "What did you need to speak with me about…Master?"
Frank sat down on her bed, and motioned for her to sit next to him. This she did, taking care to sit as far away from him as was possible without being openly rude. He said, "I know our relationship is strained, at best. As we are going to be spending a considerable length of time on Earth, with only limited contact with those outside our household, I feel we need to take steps to remedy that situation."
Magenta looked at Frank warily. She knew him well enough to suspect the method he planned to employ to improve relations. "Are you planning to take these same steps with Riff Raff?"
He smiled. "I have not yet decided on the best course of action to follow in dealing with Riff Raff. As you seem the more reasonable of the two of you, I decided to begin with you."
"Lucky me," thought Magenta sardonically. Aloud, she asked, "What did you have in mind?"
In response, Frank brushed aside Magenta's mane of frizzy auburn curls, leaned forward, and began planting soft, warm kisses on her neck. Magenta's first impulse was to recoil, but she knew full well that resistance would be futile. Under these circumstances, getting him angry could be dangerous. Besides, she couldn't afford to waste time arguing with him, if she wanted him to be gone by midnight. The sooner she allowed him to do what he was after, the sooner he'd be out of there.
She closed her eyes, trying to pretend it was Riff Raff who was so sensuously kissing her neck. In spite of herself, she had to admit the feeling was delicious. Frank moved up slightly to nibble her earlobe, then inserted his tongue into her ear in a most suggestive manner. An involuntary gasp of pleasure escaped her lips, and Frank smiled to himself. Like all the others, she was starting to come around.
He kissed his way down her jawline, took her face in his hands, and kissed her lips. At first she sat frozen, unable to respond, but soon her lips parted and his tongue entered her mouth. He realized her resistance was crumbling when he felt her tongue enter and tentatively explore his own mouth. Now it would be easy.
He reached down and untied her robe, then pushed it off her shoulders. He began running his hands in a slow massage over her now naked body, feeling her breath coming in short, excited pants. As he caressed her, his lips returned to meet hers in a series of increasingly passionate kisses. Finally, he gently but firmly pushed her back on the bed and kissed the base of her throat. His lips and tongue created a trail of fire as he moved with exquisite, almost excruciating, slowness down the length of her body, causing her to moan and writhe in rapture.
Magenta kept her eyes tightly closed, trying desperately to hold on to her fantasy that it was Riff Raff taking such effortless control of her body, but it was no use. She could no longer concentrate on Riff Raff, nor even on Frank; actually, she could no longer concentrate on anything other than the waves of physical pleasure surging through the very core of her being. The sensation intensified as Frank's sensual, electrifying journey finally reached its destination. As his tongue hit its mark, she cried out in ecstasy, rocked with the ultimate release.
The aftermath left her exhausted, but Frank wasn't finished. Lying on top of her, he gave her a deep, enthusiastically reciprocated kiss. With renewed hunger, she impatiently reached between them to untie his robe and pull it off him. As she struggled with the robe, with some help from him, Frank glanced at the bedside clock. It was almost midnight. He smiled. The timing couldn't have been better.
As they continued exchanging heated kisses, she shifted her pelvis beneath him, silently urging him to enter her. Despite his own arousal, he was not yet willing to oblige…until, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the bedroom door open slightly. Time to deliver the knockout punch to ol' Riff Raff.
After an especially lengthy kiss, he drew back slightly from Magenta. Brushing a stray lock of hair from her face, he murmured, "Perhaps I was wrong to do this. It might be best if I just leave."
Her response could almost be called a wail. Wrapping her legs around him, she cried, "No! You can't leave me in this state. Please…don't stop now."
Oh, her reaction couldn't have been more perfect if he'd written it for her himself. "You're sure this is what you want?"
"Yes! Oh, yes!"
Well, far be it from Frank to turn down anyone who was begging him for sex. As they began making love, Frank could just barely see Riff Raff, standing at the door with an expression of complete horror on his face. It was the ideal aphrodisiac.
The more he thought about his plan, the more he liked it. It would be the ideal way to provide deliciously appropriate retribution to both of them. The punishment for Riff Raff was obvious. He would see the woman he loved – probably the only lover he'd ever had - having sex with another man, a man he despised. The punishment for Magenta was even more interesting. It wasn't enough that she would have the guilt of betraying her brother with someone both of them hated; Frank would see to it that she enjoyed it. She would betray not only Riff Raff, but herself as well.
That night Frank appeared at Magenta's door at 11:30, clad only in his robe. He knocked on her door, and listened with amusement to the sounds of scrambling from within. Finally she opened the door slightly, just enough to be able to stick her head out and talk to him. "Yes, Master?"
Frank smiled inwardly. Obviously she had everything ready for Riff Raff, and she didn't want Frank to notice. "Magenta, I need to speak with you. May I come in?"
Despite her usually rigid self-control, Magenta couldn't prevent a momentary flicker of dismay and panic from crossing her face. However, she quickly realized his question was not a request, and she had no choice but to allow him to enter. With great reluctance, she opened the door more widely and stepped aside. "Certainly, Master."
Frank walked into the room and looked around, as Magenta watched him apprehensively. His lips curled into a knowing smile as he saw her preparations. Magenta had gone to great lengths to create a romantic atmosphere. The small lamp on her dresser had a sheer red scarf draped over the lampshade, emitting a warm, rosy glow throughout the room. Several candles on the two bedside tables provided the only other light. On the bed were black satin sheets, obviously appropriated from the supply for Frank's own bedroom. In the background, soft music was playing. Magenta herself was wearing a short black satin robe, and, apparently, nothing else.
Frank turned to her, the suggestive smile still on his face. "Expecting company, I see."
Magenta, uncharacteristically for her, blushed deep scarlet. "No, Master," she lied. "I simply find this relaxing."
Frank raised an eyebrow. "Relaxing? What a *unique* choice of words. I would assume most would find this atmosphere arousing, rather than relaxing."
Magenta was becoming more uncomfortable by the minute, but attempted to cover it with her customary composure. "What did you need to speak with me about…Master?"
Frank sat down on her bed, and motioned for her to sit next to him. This she did, taking care to sit as far away from him as was possible without being openly rude. He said, "I know our relationship is strained, at best. As we are going to be spending a considerable length of time on Earth, with only limited contact with those outside our household, I feel we need to take steps to remedy that situation."
Magenta looked at Frank warily. She knew him well enough to suspect the method he planned to employ to improve relations. "Are you planning to take these same steps with Riff Raff?"
He smiled. "I have not yet decided on the best course of action to follow in dealing with Riff Raff. As you seem the more reasonable of the two of you, I decided to begin with you."
"Lucky me," thought Magenta sardonically. Aloud, she asked, "What did you have in mind?"
In response, Frank brushed aside Magenta's mane of frizzy auburn curls, leaned forward, and began planting soft, warm kisses on her neck. Magenta's first impulse was to recoil, but she knew full well that resistance would be futile. Under these circumstances, getting him angry could be dangerous. Besides, she couldn't afford to waste time arguing with him, if she wanted him to be gone by midnight. The sooner she allowed him to do what he was after, the sooner he'd be out of there.
She closed her eyes, trying to pretend it was Riff Raff who was so sensuously kissing her neck. In spite of herself, she had to admit the feeling was delicious. Frank moved up slightly to nibble her earlobe, then inserted his tongue into her ear in a most suggestive manner. An involuntary gasp of pleasure escaped her lips, and Frank smiled to himself. Like all the others, she was starting to come around.
He kissed his way down her jawline, took her face in his hands, and kissed her lips. At first she sat frozen, unable to respond, but soon her lips parted and his tongue entered her mouth. He realized her resistance was crumbling when he felt her tongue enter and tentatively explore his own mouth. Now it would be easy.
He reached down and untied her robe, then pushed it off her shoulders. He began running his hands in a slow massage over her now naked body, feeling her breath coming in short, excited pants. As he caressed her, his lips returned to meet hers in a series of increasingly passionate kisses. Finally, he gently but firmly pushed her back on the bed and kissed the base of her throat. His lips and tongue created a trail of fire as he moved with exquisite, almost excruciating, slowness down the length of her body, causing her to moan and writhe in rapture.
Magenta kept her eyes tightly closed, trying desperately to hold on to her fantasy that it was Riff Raff taking such effortless control of her body, but it was no use. She could no longer concentrate on Riff Raff, nor even on Frank; actually, she could no longer concentrate on anything other than the waves of physical pleasure surging through the very core of her being. The sensation intensified as Frank's sensual, electrifying journey finally reached its destination. As his tongue hit its mark, she cried out in ecstasy, rocked with the ultimate release.
The aftermath left her exhausted, but Frank wasn't finished. Lying on top of her, he gave her a deep, enthusiastically reciprocated kiss. With renewed hunger, she impatiently reached between them to untie his robe and pull it off him. As she struggled with the robe, with some help from him, Frank glanced at the bedside clock. It was almost midnight. He smiled. The timing couldn't have been better.
As they continued exchanging heated kisses, she shifted her pelvis beneath him, silently urging him to enter her. Despite his own arousal, he was not yet willing to oblige…until, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the bedroom door open slightly. Time to deliver the knockout punch to ol' Riff Raff.
After an especially lengthy kiss, he drew back slightly from Magenta. Brushing a stray lock of hair from her face, he murmured, "Perhaps I was wrong to do this. It might be best if I just leave."
Her response could almost be called a wail. Wrapping her legs around him, she cried, "No! You can't leave me in this state. Please…don't stop now."
Oh, her reaction couldn't have been more perfect if he'd written it for her himself. "You're sure this is what you want?"
"Yes! Oh, yes!"
Well, far be it from Frank to turn down anyone who was begging him for sex. As they began making love, Frank could just barely see Riff Raff, standing at the door with an expression of complete horror on his face. It was the ideal aphrodisiac.
