Disclaimer: RHPS belongs to RO'B, for which we are all eternally grateful. I'm just doing this for fun, and because it keeps me sane inside insanity.
A/N: Long chapter this time, hope you don't mind! Also, caution: M-rated material suggested ahead.
Janet still can't believe he's taking her sudden change so well, "It really doesn't bother you? You don't think I look…scary?"
Brad flinches when she reminds him of his previous assessment of Transylvanian women, "I was prepared for this, you told me it would happen. Here, come out to the living room, I got something for you."
"Really?" Janet allows him to lead her out of the shadows into the living room, although Janet cringes when they step into the sunlight. Some age-old instinct that the sun was to be feared had awakened in her.
"It's nothing big, don't get too excited. I'm just glad I got them today. I had good timing, from the looks of things." He hands her the large pink shopping bag from the boutique as they sit together on the couch. The first thing Janet takes out from the nest of rustling tissue paper is the umbrella. She smiles broadly in sheer wonderment, her genuine pleasure evident on her face. Ignoring superstition, she opens it, standing up to model it for him. She twirls it over her shoulder, with still and silent thrill.
"It's beautiful…beautiful!" Janet breathes, "You remembered…this is the most thoughtful gift anyone's ever given me." She leans over him on the couch, holding the umbrella over them both, and kisses him deeply. Brad is surprised by the extent of her thanks, but still allows himself to be lured in with a short dose of Transylvanian charm. Janet pulls away too soon for Brad's tastes, but after he shakes off the effects he holds the bag open for her again.
"There's something else, too. Sort of goes with the first one."
Her eyes brighten, as though surprised that there could possibly be more to follow. She closes the umbrella and sits back down next to him, reaching into the proffered bag; she feels her hand close on cool metal-trimmed plastic. Her face becomes unreadable as she draws out her hand. She stares at them silently, as though she expects them to bite her. Janet unfolds the earpieces; looks through the large, broad darkened lenses; the burnished gilt frames gleam softly in the fading sunlight.
Brad watches her drawn-out reaction, unsure of what it means. She looks puzzled, almost horrified! Her breathing is sharp, hiccupping gasps, and she keeps looking from the sunglasses to Brad through a steady stream of tears.
'Dammit, what have I done now?' He thinks to himself, 'I should've just let her pick some out. What if I've insulted her?'
"Look, Janet, I'm sorry, I just…thought you'd…I know they clash with the…I'm sorry, I thought…they'd look nice next to your hair, that's all. Last night…it hurt your eyes and…I wanted them to be nice. They're a bit… gaudy, but…the others, at the castle…"
Janet silences his floundering with a soft, light kiss. She smiles in sheer bliss and slides on her new sunglasses. She appears unable to speak for happiness, and simply presses her body into his with a content sigh.
Brad hugs her, completely thrown off, "You like them, then? I was worried you'd gotten the wrong idea."
Janet feels her sunglasses start to slip and quickly adjusts them, a gesture she'd seen from Brad many times. She giggles at their new similarity, flashing him a sultry smile that suggested she could think of nothing sexier than being like him in this way. Janet slips into his lap, bringing her face close to his until their frames touch, leaving no question of how pleased she is.
Brad draws away suddenly, taken aback by her forward demeanor. He is by no means repulsed; he just isn't sure what to do with her. He isn't used to her taking such an upper hand. He remembered Magenta's warning of an increased sex-drive, and he'd seen evidence of it before, but not yet while Janet was herself. Janet stands up with a confused frown; standing over him for just a split-second before her high-heeled shoes betray her, causing her to topple over back onto a retreating Brad. Giving him a rather wistful smile, she brushes a hand against his cheek. Once more she seems to have difficulty breathing, splaying her other hand over her chest as though she has a pain there. He looks up at her, not sure what to make of the situation.
"I'm all right, Brad," she soothes, struggling to find the right words, "Thank you, so much." The way it comes out, he somehow knows that isn't what she's trying to say.
"You're sure you're okay?" Brad takes hold of her shoulders and helps them both sit up.
Janet nods, "What was wrong? Did I scare you?"
"Just a little," he answers honestly, "I'm just not used to this…side of you, I guess. We're both still learning. I'm glad you like your presents, I hope they're what you need."
She nods again, reassured that she didn't give him too much of a fright. She feels her frames slip again and nudges them back up her nose, drawing Brad's attention, who adjusts his by reflex. "They'll…do that, sorry." He looks apologetic for giving her this new affliction. He's surprised by how happy she looks, drawing simple pleasure from sharing this trait with him.
"I don't mind it, really." Janet slips off her shoes and stands up, opening her umbrella again to show off the whole effect. Seeing her like this makes Brad realize how very much a night-creature she is. It also brings it to his attention that'd he'd already accepted it, by protecting her from the sun. Brad stares up at her as she strikes a pose, silhouetted by the setting sun. His eyes go unfocussed as he becomes lost in thought. Unaware of himself, he quietly speaks his thoughts out loud:
"Everything's so different now. This is it; I'm in love with a woman from another planet. Can this work? Will we be able to pull this off? How can we keep people from talking? What do we do about their mother, will she even remember? Believe us? It might be too late for her. I don't know how much more I can take; this is all happening so fast! So beautiful, but so strange…I'm afraid."
"Me, too," Janet agrees somberly, turning her eyes to him as he snaps out of his trance. He looks startled, realizing that he'd been voicing his worries to the last person he wanted to hear them. "It's all right, Brad. You don't think I'm afraid? Of this?" She gestures down at herself. "It's like…I'm two different people, I'm not sure who I am. I'm not the child who left Transexual all those years ago…but I'm not…I mean…what if I'm not the person you proposed to anymore?"
Brad stands, closes the distance between them in two steps. "Janet…" he sighs, taking her into his arms. "We can do this. Trust me?"
She nods, hope returning, "You're right, though. So much has changed. I don't know what to do."
"Riff-Raff said your changes should be complete, what do you think?"
Janet nods, "I think this is it. Is it all right?"
It was exactly as Riff-Raff had warned him. She was faced with reconciling two separate, possibly conflicting lives. From the looks of things, it was no picnic. Her brother was right; she desperately needs him to not make things worse by overreacting. If he drops the ball now, it's over.
"I'm not afraid of you, you know," he reminds her, trying to find the right thing to say, but unsure what exactly he was afraid of.
"I know," Janet whispers, looking rather choked-up. Her breathing becomes labored again, and she keeps feeling her chest as though trying to detect her heartbeat. "Oh, Brad…" she sighs.
"It's going to be fine, you'll see. Why don't you go show off a little?" he looks in the direction of Riff-Raff and Magenta's room.
Janet nods, holding his hand between hers, "It's still me; it's still us. Don't forget that, okay?"
"I hope I don't."
She's practically skipping the whole way to Riff-Raff and Magenta's room; she knocks on the door and calls in, "Magenta, Riff! Come out and see what Brad got me!"
Inside they lay cuddled together in bed. Riff-Raff sits up with a sigh, "Well, we wanted her back," he sighs, sounding a trifle annoyed.
"I forgot vhat a little tagalong she vas," Magenta agrees, but also getting up. "We'll finish up later." Riff murmurs a noncommittal agreement, kissing her on the wrist. They get dressed and come out to the living room, where Janet is posing by the window again. The two look at each other with a flick of their eyebrows, then turn and face Brad together with identical appraising looks.
"It appears we underestimated you," Riff-Raff allows.
"Yes, vhat made you think of doing this?" Magenta wants to know. "Did you have help?"
"Uh, well, I needed help finding the sunglasses, but no one really told me to, I just did. I…didn't want her to burn up in the sun."
Something in his remark softens Magenta's expression, as though that were the sweetest thing anyone could have done in his position. "So she can go out in the daytime…" she suspires.
Riff looks up and down at his youngest sister, "You could be one of the master's guests, looking like that. No one will mistake you for an Earthling again."
This comment, which was meant well enough, grabs Brad's attention, reminding him how precarious their situation is, trying to keep incognito to avoid capture. What if he's right? What if people in town are more in the know than they let on? With a self-disgusted groan Brad recalls his story-telling at the neighborhood diner, practically shouting from the rooftops where to find Janet and her family. If the wrong person had been listening, it could be disastrous.
"Hey, guys, are…any of your…people…out in the open?"
Magenta looks at him, puzzled, "Vhat do you mean?"
"Do you know if anyone here in town knows there are aliens in the area?"
Riff-Raff and Magenta's eyes meet significantly; Janet faces Brad, her expression demanding "What have you done?"
"As far as I know, we don't reveal ourselves to the planet's natives. Although, I wouldn't be surprised if the master used it as a way to chat up the locals. Of course none of them ever left…alive. Did you say anything to anyone?" Riff asks.
"Nothing blatant, I just…mentioned to a few folks downtown that you two were separated from Janet when you were kids and now you're all staying at my place."
"Did you mention names? Did you give any details?" Magenta needs to know.
"I didn't give them names or say where you were from, I just told them Janet immigrated here with her family and you and Riff-Raff got lost in the shuffle. Word at the office was that we were jumped in the street and so I wove you into the story that you rescued us…which is kinda true, actually. If it weren't for you we'd still probably be stuck there."
Riff-Raff and Magenta look at each other again, weighing out what he'd said, combing through the message for possible security breaches. "But did you say anything about the castle?"
"No, of course not! I didn't tell them what really happened; I'd have to be crazy! That's all I said, I swear. I was just thinking about what you said, about Janet not getting mistaken for an Earthling. It made me think that maybe regular people in town might tag her as a Transylvanian."
With one last look at her brother, Magenta sighs, "The vorst you've done is tell them vhere to find us, but as long as no von suspects ve should be safe. The only von who is of any concern is Doctor Scott. He knows Janus is von of us, and he saw her at the castle…but she made no sign at the time that she knew any of us, and he didn't see us leave together."
"That we know of, but can we be sure?" Brad wonders aloud. "I hope he didn't see anything, all three of you would be in danger, then."
"Four of us," Janet says softly. "You're with us, aren't you?"
Brad ignores the question uncomfortably, "I didn't see him on the way home, we'd have been going in opposite directions anyway…"
"You're with us, aren't you?" Janet demands firmly, closing her umbrella and clenching the handle until her knuckles turn white. Silence.
"I think that's enough dress-up for today," Riff abruptly changes the subject with a threatening look in Brad's direction. "Better get out of that dress; wouldn't want to ruin it."
Janet goes back to Brad's room to change; Brad dashes a few steps to catch up, takes her by the arm and whispers to her, "Of course I'm with you."
She seems unconvinced. Once they're safely in shadow she slides her sunglasses down her nose. She looks at him over the tops of the frames, appraising, "Are you?"
"Yes, I promise. You just…put me on the spot there."
"And you hesitated, Brad! What if we're discovered? Whose side would you choose then?"
Hearing it like this makes Brad feel sick; he'd as good as denied ties to them. "I'm sorry," he sighs, "What other side could I be on? If our cover gets blown…we all go together. Four of us."
"I hope so, Brad. I want to believe you. I just worry about you, you in relation to us. Like what you were saying earlier, about how you're not sure how much more you can take. I don't want to scare you off, and I don't know what they would do if you let them down. Especially Magenta." She leans in and whispers, "She loves you. It would kill her." They enter his room and he sits on the bed while she changes.
"And then Riff-Raff would kill me."
"Probably. Think of how lonely it must've been for them, locked away in that awful place. It's natural that she would take to you. Try and get to know, Riff, too. I know he's not as…approachable, but just try." She pulls on a pair of jeans and a pink floral blouse, pulling her hair out of her collar.
"Both of us had to grow up without parents," Brad admits, "He had to be mother, father, brother, and lover to Magenta for all this time; I didn't even have anyone to look after. I would've killed for a sister or brother to stick by me like that."
"I thought you were twins?" Janet asks.
Brad shakes his head with a weak smile, "I'm not twins. I had a twin once…he got sent to a different home. They changed our names; I don't know whatever happened to him. I barely remember him."
Janet sits next to him, rubs shoulders with him, "Now we all might have a family."
"That's what I told Magenta yesterday. I told her I never had one, not one that I have any meaningful memory of anyway, so it would be great if we could…be that for each other. She called me her brother." He turns and faces Janet, taking in the sight of her in "human" clothes now. Riff-Raff was right; nobody could ignore the change that had taken place. He reaches over and slides her sunglasses down again; she lets him, knowing he must need to see her eyes. Her expression slides into an automatic smile when she sees him unfiltered in the dimming twilight.
"What?" He asks, unsure of what apparently pleases her so much.
"You. Just you," is all she says in reply, removing her sunglasses and leaning in for a deep kiss.
After Brad gets over the surprise of her sudden romantic outburst, he goes along with it, letting her influence take hold of him to the exclusion of all else. He slips a hand between them and unbuttons her blouse. Janet giggles in anticipation and helps him, slipping out of her jeans as quickly as she'd put them on. Brad backs up along the bed; she creeps up on him, bringing his hands up to touch her naked body. He slides his hands over her skin--he'd somehow expected her to be cold--and is pleased to find she remains warm and alive despite her nocturnal nature. She begins helping him out of his clothes, too. You wouldn't know that until recently neither one had any experience in lovemaking, the only evidence of that would be their surprised gasps of pleasure and shrieks of laughter as they become acquainted with this aspect of each other. They roll over, Brad on top now, and they slither beneath the covers. Experimentally, Brad traces his fingers into Janet's ribs, and is rewarded with a shrill squeal which tapers into a low cackle of depravity. She squirms, putting forth a mock effort to get away. Encouraged, Brad shifts on top of her and is blasted into submission by a larger dose of Transylvanian Love Potion #9. Janet drags him back down, their bodies flush with each other; refining her control over this strange gift of hers. She keeps a clear head through it all, giggling softly at Brad's helpless state. They flip over again, with Janet in the dominant position while Brad willingly submits.
"Toucha-toucha-toucha-touch me," she whispers in his ear, and then kisses his chest, guiding his hands over her body. He mindlessly obeys; his brain in a pleasantly warm fog. With a quirk of her eyebrows and a wicked grin, Janet removes his pants and briefs.
All she does for nearly half a minute is stare at it. She looks back up at Brad, and relinquishes her sway over him. He snaps out of it in a few seconds and takes in Janet's puzzled expression. Her eyes flick rapidly between him and his groin, utterly speechless.
Brad finds himself equally wrong-footed, resisting the urge to cover up. "Janet…?" he groans, in growing discomfort and tension. It suddenly hits him that this was her first time with him, and she is consequently a little nervous.
Janet creeps back up the bed, unable to look him in the eye. To her horror she realizes what she had almost done: clouded his mind with her impenetrable charm and taken advantage of him just as Frank had done.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she gasps.
"Do you…want to?" Brad grunts, helplessly.
Janet cringes, shaking her head with a horrified expression. Memories of her time with Frank overwhelm her and she is struck by a sudden wave of nausea. Back on her side of the bed, she pulls the covers up past her waist, reaching over to stroke his arm gently as she fights back tears.
"I'm sorry," she repeats, "I don't know what's wrong."
Brad winces, trying to think of something else and comfort Janet at the same time. "It's all right, really. I should've expected something like this."
Janet rests her head against her knees, covering her eyes and shivering. Several minutes creep by in silence before she dares ask, "Is it gone?"
"Yeah."
She peeks through her fingers to see for herself. "I'm so sorry."
Brad finally breeches the subject they've been avoiding since this whole thing began: "Did he hurt you?"
Janet shakes her head abruptly, "No, I…wanted it then. It was wrong, I knew it was wrong! But…I let him. Afterwards, it was so strange…I felt…changed somehow. I wasn't proud of myself. All I wanted was to take it back and have it not happen…but another part of me liked it. He'd shown me something I'd never had before, and I didn't know how to cope with it. When he finished, he just left, like it didn't matter to him. He got what he wanted and disappeared."
"Not all he wanted," Brad utters in an undertone.
Janet cuddles up to him with a sympathetic look. She turns his question back to him. "Did he hurt you?" She looks inexplicably guilty about this, worried that her failure to satisfy Frank had caused Brad pain.
"We don't have to talk about this."
She stands firm, "Yes we do." When he ignores her, she changes tactics. "He was good, wasn't he? He took you places you'd never imagined."
"Janet!"
"Well?"
Brad looks at her, there's no hint of blame on her face, only concern. "I don't…he didn't…it wasn't my…I'm not, Janet, I'm not!" He suddenly curls up into himself, shaking with sobs. "He tricked me, he just…and I couldn't resist…I'm not…I'm not gay, Janet!"
"Of course you're not. Is that what you were worried about?" He nods, still unable to face her. "Brad, where I come from there's nothing wrong with…experimenting. Besides, you've seen the way we've blurred the lines between male and female, it's hard to tell sometimes."
"Is this supposed to make me feel better?" Brad mumbles, his face still hidden against his knees. Janet rubs his shoulders.
"Did he hurt you?"
"No."
"Did he…please you? Did you…you know?"
After a silence so long Janet was afraid he was ignoring her again, she gets an answer, "Yes," he admits softly, ashamedly.
"Me, too. But I love you, Brad." He looks up at her, her eyes glisten with tears of sympathy. "When…should we have the wedding?"
Brad laughs sharply, shaking off the awkward silence. "The wedding," he repeats, "after the way we behaved that night…"
"Do you still want to marry me?" Janet asks, suddenly fearful.
"Of course I do! I just…Why would you want to marry a guy like me? I'm not rich, and never will be, I'm not even good-looking."
"You've got lovely legs, Brad. You really ought to show them off more," she informs him. From the look on her face, he can tell she's envisioning him in fishnet stockings and stiletto heels.
"Huh? What?" He flounders, looking at her quizzically. "You…think so?" He had never considered how attracted to him she was. In all the time they'd spent together, it had never really come up in serious conversation.
Janet cuddles up to him again, straddling him, her chest against his. "I think you're beautiful," she soothes sensually. "So, when's the wedding?"
Brad gasps heavily, taken aback by her sudden sexual advance and unexpected compliments. "'Beautiful'?" he repeats, unable to believe it. The thought of her genuine attraction and devotion have an arousing effect, and before he realizes it—
"Oh!" Janet gasps, glancing down between their legs, her face flushed with lavender. She looks at him with wide-eyed surprise, but with none of the fear from last time. She scoots out of his lap, and neither one speaks for a minute. Finally, Janet lies down in a submissive posture, with one last look of nervousness she whispers, "Careful, Brad." She slips off her panties and strokes her own thighs invitingly. "Just…be careful."
"W-what? Careful?"
She reaches for his hand, gives it a squeeze, "Gently…please."
Several hours later, they both lie sleeping…until a soft vibrating sensation awakens Brad. He's curled up around Janet, who looks immensely satisfied with the 'nest' she's found. Brad props himself up on his elbow, looking around for the source of the sound. Janet lets out a soft sigh of content, bringing his focus down to her, and he realizes that she is the source! There, next to him, in his bed, Brad Majors' fiancée is purring. He stares, strangely horrified by this realization. Placing a hand against her back, he feels as well as hears it grow louder beneath his touch. Fighting to breathe regularly, Brad gives her shoulder a shake, hoping that she will stop once she's awake. Janet murmurs a protest, scooting backwards into the curve of his body. Brad has none of this: he leaps out of bed and turns on a lamp.
"Brad…what? What's the matter, darling?" She asks, feeling around blindly for her sunglasses. With a shaking hand, Brad holds them out to her, tapping them into her groping hands. "Mm, thank you," she says groggily. She slips them on and looks up at him. "What's wrong?" She asks, creeping across his side of the bed. As though crossing an invisible barrier, once she and Brad are inches away from each other she begins purring again. She gasps, placing a hand to her chest, her face alight with surprise and delight.
"You're purring!" Brad splutters, as one who has reached the end of his rope and can take no more. She looks back at him, and all he can think is how alien she is at this moment. Having to wear sunglasses in the house, pale as the specter of death, steadily purring at him and looking perfectly happy about it. Alien, alien; unbidden, the word throbs throughout his conscious mind.
"Oh, Brad…" she breathes dreamily, reaching out to him as he shrinks away. "It's all right, come closer. Feel this!" She grabs for his hand but he quickly pulls out of reach. He stumbles backwards, almost losing his balance with every step, undirected fear etching his every feature. "Stay back! Don't come any closer," he warns. "That…that's coming out of you?!"
Janet nods, cupping her hands reverently over her chest, as though cupping the flame of a candle to keep it from going out. Now she realizes that this isn't going over as well as she'd hoped. "I wasn't sure it would be possible," she admits softly, beginning to feel the sharp sting of rejection.
"You never said anything about this happening! You told me everything you expected to change has changed! That's it, end of story! I can handle all the…light business and your…well, you know. What the hell do you call this?"
Janet looks up at him, thoroughly heartbroken. Unable to stop herself, she breaks into heavy sobs. So complete is her misery that she can't resist giving voice to it. She gets out of bed and gets dressed.
In Riff-Raff and Magenta's room, they suddenly snap to attention.
"Brother, do you hear that?"
"Crying. I'll kill him."
"I should go. I've imposed on your hospitality long enough, haven't I? I need to get back to my apartment anyway," she says, half to herself. She packs up her few articles in her overnight bag.
"Dammit, answer me! What do you call this?!"
She turns to face him, silent tears running down her face. Before she can answer, Riff and Magenta let themselves in. When they get close enough to their sister to hear the now ragged-sounding vibrations in her chest, their first impulse is to leave and not intrude further on their private moment. Realizing that things have gone awry, however, they look between the couple with questioning eyes.
"Vell, you can't say I didn't varn you, Majors. I told you you'd hate her surprise."
"Surprise?"
Riff stalks up to him and kicks him in the shin, "Bet you didn't like that surprise, either." Brad yells and hops on his other foot, cursing fluently under his breath. Riff winds up and punches him in the jaw, knocking him to the floor and shocking Janet into action.
"Don't, stop it!" she cries, struggling against Magenta, who is restraining her. "Don't hurt him."
"He's disgraced you! He should be grateful it isn't what he deserves."
Finally, Magenta lets Janet go, and she takes shaking steps towards her beloved. She kneels down next to him and helps him stand up. When she actually touches him, her purring becomes involuntarily louder. As they both stand up, he stares at her as though seeing her for the first time. He reaches out to her, stopping just short of brushing her cheek, still afraid.
"Can you make it stop?"
Janet looks up at him amid fresh tears, nodding, "Please don't make me. I want us…to at least be friends. If you won't have me."
"Friends?" Brad asks, looking over her head for direction from her siblings. They stare back at him, looking absolutely tense, waiting. Janet only sobs, reaching her hands towards his, twining their fingers, and shaking helplessly.
Riff-Raff leans in close to Magenta, "She's waiting…she can't expect him to understand, let alone know the gesture."
"He does. He's done it. He just doesn't know what it means." She whispers fiercely, inaudibly commanding Brad, "Do it, do it, you know it, so do it!"
Brad sees them conferring silently in the corner, Magenta is wringing her hands—no, pressing them together…in prayer? No…that doesn't seem right, either. Is she trying to signal him? He looks down at Janet; her purring has faded to utter silence as she stands there dejectedly before him, the single saddest thing he's ever seen in his life. Fear leaves him; the world falls away and it's just him and Janet. The girl he's known since their first day of high school; she'd tutored him in chemistry, he'd taught her how to dance; everything that's happened to them had been leading up to this moment. He has nothing to fear. Brad glances between both Transylvanian women, finally getting the hint that something important is going on here. He takes a firm hold of Janet's hands, presses his palms against hers, and to her complete surprise he pushes harder and rolls up to their elbows. With a sharp gasp her purring is reignited, her eyes wide with a soft lilac blush to her cheeks. They both stare at each other, speechless, and Janet's expression slowly changes from misery to confusion, to looking utterly elated. She stares at him, looks up at their hands, at the sign they're making. Slowly, they bring their arms back down. Janet smiles shyly with a spontaneous shriek of giggles, tilting her head down while still looking up at him. She sits down on the edge of the bed, holding a hand over her chest.
"I felt it coming ever since you came home," Janet admits, breaking the silence. "Brad, did you mean it? When you…when we…? Will you…have me?"
Brad sits next to her, taking her hand again, "Have you?"
She brings his hand to her chest, letting him feel it, "This…this is how…how—we—marry." Brad's eyes go wide, replaying the whole scenario with this new knowledge in mind. He'd rejected her proposal, viciously. Of course, he had no way of knowing…then he remembers his and Magenta's conversation just last night, with the uncomfortable feeling that he'd unintentionally propositioned her.
"Janus, you fool, whatever gave you the idea to keep that a secret?" Riff-Raff asks out of the blue.
Looking guiltily from her brother to her fiancé, and back again, "Riff…Father and Mother," she answers cryptically, getting a disgusted grown in response.
"Majors is not Father, and you are not Mother. They might've had the fairytale, but it doesn't happen that way with everyone! He's a human, Janus, think!" And, having had his say, he and Magenta leave.
"Don't leave, Janet," Brad requests, "Things are just happening so fast, I got scared. I don't want to lose you, or…have you become so different that I don't even know you anymore. Understand? And to have you start purring all of a sudden…it's like you're something else entirely. That's what scared me so much, I guess." He puts an arm around her and pulls her close. She moans softly, pleasurably, as she makes her love-sound for him. "What's making you do that?" Brad wants to know.
"You are. I'd…hoped you'd be able to. To make me do it, I mean."
He listens, pressing his ear against her chest, "I make you do that?" Janet giggles and kisses his head, running her hands over his hair. He straightens up, tracing her face delicately. "I'll have you, of course I'll have you," he sighs. "This is it, though, right? No more surprises? You're…done? You're you now?" Janet mmhmm's and presses herself tight into his harms.
Back in their room, Riff-Raff and Magenta are pacing the floor, wondering how this latest revelation will pan out; when they hear the universe's latest inter-racial couple go back to bed amid content laughter. The look at one another, shrug, and follow suit.