Hey everyone, I just thought I'd give you a cute little chapter about Valentine's Day.
If you've noticed, Barking Up The Wrong Tree is complete . . . this part of it is. Once I post the first chapter of the new story you will understand why I cut it here. Also, if you would like for me to send you a message when I post the new chapter leave that in the comment box.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from 'The Rocky Horror Picture Show' the dear Richard O'Brien does. If I did believe me I would be the happiest person in the world and would be in California instead of the East Coast. Though, I do own Ava and a few characters that shall pop up later in the story.
Chapter 11
Puppy Love
Frank threw open the curtains, letting a small amount of light into the gloomy room. "Good morning Ava. How did you sleep?"
I scrunched up my nose and rubbed my half opened eyes. "Morning," I said groggily, covering my mouth to hide a yawn. "What time is it?"
"Erm, nine in the morning I believe. Would you like a bit of breakfast?"
"That would be awesome!" I hadn't eaten since the night before leaving me absolutely starving.
Frank opened the door revealing Magenta with two food trays in her hands.
"Are you going to eat with me?" I looked at him hoping he would say yes.
"Unless you would like for me not to."
"No, I think I just need some company right now." I hated being alone.
Magenta coughed a bit from the corner making sure her presence was known. "Ah yes, Magenta bring the food inside." Magenta placed the two trays on the bed. The one she put in front of me was covered in sausages, bacon, and ham.
"Thank you Magenta."
Frank dismissed her and I looked down at the food I wouldn't be able to eat.
"Um, I'm sorry Frank but I'm not really hungry anymore."
"Has something gone wrong?"
"Um. . . no. It's just that. . ."
"Yes?" A puzzled look spread across his face.
"I'm sorry Frank. I can't eat this food because I don't eat meat. I really am sorry. I don't mean to be unkind to your gesture because you've done so much for me, but I don't want to get sick." I looked at the floor shamefully, he had put together a meal for me and I refused it.
"Those idiots," he mumbled under his breath.
"I'm sorry?" I asked, as if I hadn't heard what he said.
"Nothing." He could see I was upset but couldn't understand why.
Frank reached over and put his hand under my chin, gently forcing me to look up at him. "Why are you troubled my dear?"
"I just feel bad not being able to eat the food you offered me." He smiled at me, knowing he could fix my troubles.
"That's why you're upset?" I nodded slightly. He burst into laughter and I was a bit taken back. "We are always able to prepare another meal for you. You may have a pancake if you like." I looked up at him and smiled, Frank knew his plan was working.
"I don't want to be any trouble." I said, shuffling around.
"Look at me." The tone of his voice changed causing me to jerk up, I was a bit startled. "You will never be so much trouble that I cannot handle you."
"Thank you Frank. I know I'm going to sound like a little school girl but can I do something?"
"I suppose."
I leaned forward and kissed him and he responded by kissing me back. It wasn't a forceful kiss like the ones Seeley would plant on me, it was sweet and gentle.
"You're sweet."
Wow. . .that's all I could say? Hot guy kisses me and all I can say is; Oh, you're sweet. My God, such a loser.
"I'm going to put something on other than this robe." I slipped out of bed and walked over towards the dresser. I could tell Frank was following me with his eyes and was waiting for me to undress myself. He knew all I had on was a bra and pair of cotton shorts.
"Turn around." I gestured for him to turn so he would have his back to me, "Go on." He pouted, but turned anyways.
I decided it was best to leave my robe on. I'd change after he left, I didn't want him to see the remaining bruises and cuts spread across my body.
I could feel something wrap around my waist. I stood tense before I looked down at the hands around me.
"Close your eyes," he purred, kissing down the side of my neck.
I turned around to face him, letting a smile form on my face. Wrapping my arms around his neck I muttered, "And what do you have in store for me Dr. Furter?" I felt a mild blush rise in my cheeks, I knew I was falling and falling hard for this mysterious and wonderful man.
"You'll see," I cut him off by revealing a small pout. "You've done it once to me. Now close your eyes."
Knowing I was defeated, I closed my eyes. I could feel him putting his hands on my hips guiding me in the same way he had the first time we met.
I heard a door open and began to wonder what was inside. "Frankie, I don't like this. Let me open my eyes." But it was no secret I was enjoying every second of it.
"Just wait a minute." We stopped and I felt Frank's hands reach around from my waist to cover my eyes. I savored the touch for his hands were comforting and pleasantly warm.
As I struggled, I felt a pair of lips tickle my ear as they whispered, "No peaking Ava."
Hearing him say my name sent shivers down my spine, before I knew it, I heard myself whisper back, "I trust you baby." I could hear him chuckle from behind me and soon felt him kiss the top of my head.
What is all this? Why did I call this strange man baby? Why am I letting him lead me around his house with my eyes closed? Why am I letting him keep kissing me? And why do I want so desperately to kiss him back?
He kept his hands over my eyes and led me inside. He slowly pulled his hands away from my eyes and moved them down towards my hips. I didn't want to open them just yet; I was waiting for his command.
"You can open them," he purred and a dreamy smile appeared at my face.
I opened my eyes and nearly fell to the ground. The room was beautiful and I couldn't believe it existed inside the castle. The walls were lightly rain washed and the trim a pale white. French glass doors led to a small study in which a white wired table and loveseat were placed. A large bed was centered in the middle of the room with a white Matelassé bedding. It was the most extravagant, soothing and comforting room I had ever seen.
"This is so beautiful. Who's it for?"
He turned me around and smiled, "Happy Valentine's Day, love."
"Oh Frank, I couldn't possibly accept this." The room I had been staying in for the past week was a bit drafty, dark, and creepy but I was happy to have a place to stay. I couldn't possibly accept this gorgeous room. "I mean, we're not even dating. That's the point of Valentine's Day. Giving your girlfriend, boyfriend, or spouse a gift. You don't need to do this, for me of all peo-." Frank cut me off with a passionate kiss.
Why does he always bloody do that?
I pulled away with pure satisfaction. "I don't want to sound rude but can you wait till I finish my sentence before you cut me off with your kisses?" He could only shrug in response.
My stomach began to growl and I realized I never had a chance to eat anything.
"Oh yes, would you like for Magenta to fetch you something."
"That would actually be wonderful. Thank you."
Frank called for Magenta and she hurried into the room with two new trays in her hands. She placed a plate of pancakes in front of me and all I could do was smile. Frank made sure that I was pleased with my meal before he started eating.
"Um, Frankie, do you think there was a reason we came across each other?"
Frank looked up from the pancakes Magenta prepared for him, "What do you mean, love?"
"Like, do you feel our souls were meant to find each other?"
"Actually, I must say yes."
A seductive smirk spread across my face, "You want to go upstairs?"
Frank got up from his chair so fast he nearly fell to the ground. He knew what I was finally hinting at and he was more than happy to accept my offer.
Frank grabbed me by the hand dragging me out of my seat and we rushed into his room.
Both of us knew I was finally going to be unlike his other lovers.
Thank you everyone for making me continue with this! I love to hear the wonderful comments from all of you.
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