On with the show – all this still belongs to Richard O'Brien, I just humbly borrow the characters! Again, this is M, turn back if you are not of age.
Awareness suddenly came back to Janet. What was that sound? A wolf howling? A dog… or an owl? Some weird noises had interrupted her light slumber and must have woken her up. The house was creaking again… or were those… footsteps in the hall? She clenched her blanket and lied absolutely still in her bed. No… nothing. Silence and darkness. She was imagining things again…
But when she closed her eyes to go back to sleep, someone suddenly knocked at her door. Startled, Janet sat up abruptly in her bed, her heart pumping with fear. Just what was going on under this roof? If only Brad was there with her… Maybe he came to check on her?
She answered with all her nerves jumping, her heart still beating furiously. "Who is it? Who's there?" The door opened and her darling Brad answered in a low voice "It's only me, Janet" while he entered her room and strode straight towards her bed. In the very dim light, she felt a rush of relief washing over her when she heard his familiar voice. Now she was safe, Brad would protect her from whatever threat this long cold night would pose and she would be finally able to go back to sleep, safely wrapped in his arms. Janet blushed… she had never before spent a night with Brad, let alone slept in a bed with him cuddled in his arms. But those were exceptional circumstances, they were alone and unchaperoned and surely he wouldn't want to leave her alone her among such strange people? He wouldn't deny her his comfort and maybe her frozen feet would warm up enough for her to be able to sleep…
Janet sighed relieved and told him to come in. A split second later, he pushed the dusty curtains of her bed to the side and climbed into her bed, climbing boldly straight on top of her. She couldn't make out much, only that he wore nothing but his glasses, his underwear and some kind of satin night robe, just like the one this tapdancing girl tossed her when she ushered her into her bedroom. His body felt hot and hard, his weight pressing her down into the mattress. If Janet was surprised about his bold move, her breathing nearly stopped when he immediately proceeded to give her heated, insistent kisses on her mouth, wandering towards her ear and her neck. Oh god, this was what she was waiting so long for! She had never dared to hope that Brad could be so… dominant, so forceful. His hands wandered, leaving a hot trail on her skin wherever he touched naked skin and his teeth were doing wonderful things on the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. Apparently, he didn't only want to comfort and protect her; he must have decided that their engagement earlier that day marked a milestone that made it acceptable to … proceed. She felt his tongue flicker over her throat, which made her pulse jump. Of course… she knew the theoretical groundwork thanks to Betty, and she had read her fair share of improper romance novels to know what a man does to a woman when they were alone. Oh how she had wished that Brad would ravish her like the heroes in her books, just giving in to their emotions of deep love… and yes, lust. Two emotions Janet felt very intensely that precise moment. There was her sweetheart Brad, leaving a trail of wet kisses across her collarbone and slowly working his way towards her cleavage. The pirates and stable boys and rascals always knew exactly what to do in those novels, there were no moments of doubt or embarrassment and while the women always protested decently in the beginning, the men overwhelmed them in their passion. All rational thoughts vanished quickly when Brad worked his way towards the tops of her breasts, lightly sucking on the exposed skin while his hands did wandered towards her waist where they gripped her determined. Suddenly, she felt something long and hard press against her very core and she let out a low moan. Whatever Brad was doing, he was doing it exactly like she wished for all this time. He seemed to know exactly what to do when he pressed his hips hard against hers, letting her feel how much he desired her. Janet felt a rush of heat break out under her skin, making her every nerve tingle in anticipation. His hands, still on her sides, ventured from her waist towards her breast as his mouth drifted lower and lower until he reached her bra line. Janet felt like she was on fire… this was happening so fast! Brad seemed determined not only to go to second base… he wanted her tonight, completely.
A thought suddenly rushed through her mind. Was she ready? Yes, she was. She was becoming Mrs. Brad Majors anyways in the near future… no one would know if she wouldn't walk down the aisle as a virgin. But what if they made a baby today? But Brad wanted to marry her and start a family with her anyways. His teeth pulled at the fabric of her bra, wetting the material slightly while his thumbs started to caress the borders of her bra and the undersides of her breasts. His hot breath over her heated skin and the cold of the room played havoc with her rational thoughts. The cold air made her overheated skin break out in goose bumps when Brad lips ghosted over her still dressed breast, she couldn't help but moan out his name to encourage him further. Janet didn't want to stop now but knew she had to at least lightly protest now or else she wouldn't be able the more they proceeded. She grabbed the front of his satin robe "Oh Brad … oh oh yes my darling, oh but what if…?" His mouth left her cleavage and he looked down on her, adjusting his glasses. His familiar voice washed comfortingly over her when he told that that everything would be quite alright and leaned close once more, his satin robe opening slightly and smelling faintly of his distinctive, nice Brad-scent. He silenced her when he kissed her straight on her mouth, but this time, there was nothing chaste about it. His lips were heated and demanding against her own and his breath danced hotly against her cheeks. He kissed her deeply, with more passion than ever before. This was what she was dreaming of for so long, she couldn't believe it was happening now, here in this weird place. Once more, he started trailing wet, openmouthed kisses and soft bites over her jawline while his hips started to lightly move against her own. All Janet could do was to moan in encouragement and whisper "Oh I hope so my darling…" Everything would be all right, Brad would take care of that she was sure now… she wanted this so badly, she felt like imploding should he stop whatever he was doing to her body right now. Stopping this was out of question! Janet felt never so desired and wanted and appreciated in her entire life. She was ready to do this and finally become a woman, his woman. While she always dreamed of a perfect wedding night in a romantic setting with roses and candles, a modest beautiful white nightgown and a clean bed in a posh wedding suite, she stopped caring when Brad's kisses once more travelling towards her cleavage and his skilled fingers started to venture inside her bra. Oh yes, she wanted this right now, in this dirty room and this very dirty bed. All that mattered was her Brad desired her like she desired him and he loved her and wanted to make her his wife, the when and where quickly lost meaning. She always imagined they'd be both terribly shy and embarrassed but they'd cope and then together would express their love and appreciation and it would be just perfect.
But now, Brad seemed lost in his burning lust for her and determined to make her a woman tonight. His hips started to move in a slow rhythm, rubbing over her center, stealing any clear thought. Janet sometimes felt heated and breathless when she read particularly racy scenes in her romance books late at night, under her blanket, but it was nothing compared to this. It felt so much more real, so right… so much more intense than she would have ever imagined and all she could think was that Brad mustn't stop this… mustn't ever… or she would just go crazy. No, she should encourage him to continue and show him how good he made her feel. Hesitantly, she grabbed his shoulders to pull him closer and started to stroke his hair while his teeth slowly started to drag down the material of her bra over her right bosom. Yes, that's it, she wanted to feel his hands and mouth over her exposed skin, she needed him so bad… his heated breath rushed over her skin and she heard a very low moan in his breath, a split-second before his mouth descended over her nipple. Janet couldn't help but moan in return and gripped his hair maybe a bit more forceful than intended… yes… she wanted to tell him that this felt absolutely heavenly, when suddenly, the hair she was gripping came loose. Startled, her passion blurred mind tried to comprehend. She had a wig in her hand and underneath, a mass of midnight black curls spilled free! Janet's heart felt like it would stop for a second and she desperately grasped for air. With a scream, all she could do was yell out "Oh it's you!"
This is my first story ever and quite obviously, I'm not a native speaker. Let me know what you think... Should I go on?