Le Meutre à la Maison de Frankenstein
A Moulin Rouge/Rocky Horror Picture Show Fanfiction
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the rights of Moulin Rouge or Rocky Horror Picture Show and all that, nor do I own the song "Justify My Love" by Madonna, which occurs in this song. I don't know how to spell the word of the garment Frank wears around his chest (I know it, just cant spell it), so I said it was a girdle. If that displeases you then shove it up your ass, because no one cares. ( Sorry this took so long to update, but you know how the end of school goes.and I just wrote these two chapters because I had a surge of emotion to write. You get two at the same time, so no bitching (even though chapter 5 is kind of small). As always, reviews are welcomed.
Chapter 5: Satine blinked, raising her hand to her brow. She sat up; she was on a bed. How did she get here? The room was ridiculously clad in pink satin and lace and smelled of cinnamon. Not until she looked up on the wall and discovered the portrait of a man in high heels and make up did she remember the unusual predicament she had been in earlier with Christian and her friends.
"And the Duke." she said, murmuring to herself. She still had to portray strong feelings for that putrid ball of slime. Ugh. What had she gotten herself into? All will undo in time, she thought. She began to worry of Christian and decided to search for him when there was a knock on the door. Satine quickly covered herself, for she was alluring dressed in a black, see-through evening gown.
"Wh-who is it?" she asked. The door opened, and a man dressed in nothing but a girdle, bikini bottom and nylons walked in. She looked at the wall at the previously mentioned picture. They were identical.
"Hello darling.I do not believe we've had the opportunity to formally meet." he said, smoothly gliding over with a devilish smile on his face. He jumped on the bed, landing on his knees. She giggled at the site. He smiled wider, and reached out for her hand, which she let him take. He kissed it.
"I am Dr. Frank N. Furter, but you may call me whatever you wish, Firefly." he said, raising an eyebrow. She let out a cool laugh and returned the smile.
"I am Mademoiselle Satine," she said in a seductive tone that she didn't notice until AFTER she said it. This man had a power over her that no man had ever had before. She found herself smitten, and, for the first time in her life, she had found someone with more sex appeal than her.
"Ah, yes. Your male informed me earlier, Firefly," he said, reaching for one of her gorgeous flowing curls of red hair. Her mouth opened slightly with the mention of Christian, and she came back to her senses.
"Is he alright? Where is he? I must-"
"Shh, shh, shh." Frank said, putting a finger to her lips. She quickly subdued herself and looked into his sparkling eyes.
"Everything's alright. He's fine." Frank reassured her. His finger became curled around a lock of her hair, which she flicked away.
"I'm with Christian and I wish to see him right away," she said, crossing her arms and turning away from Frank abruptly. He laughed under his breath at her easy-temper as he moved closer. He put his arms on her bare shoulders.
"From what I hear, he's not the only one you're with." Frank whispered in her ear. She pulled her head away and turned to face him.
"What's it to you?" she shot at him. She turned to look at the table. He whispered into her ear:
"I wanna kiss you in Paris. I wanna hold your hand in Rome. I wanna run naked in a rainstorm. Make love in a train. Cross country."
She turned. The spell was back on her and took control. Her insides burned with a desire she'd never had before. She whispered back:
"You put this in me. So now what, So now what."
"Hahaha." Frankie laughed as she wrapped her long legs around his waist. He lifted the blanket over their bodies and no one could hear the disturbance they made.
A Moulin Rouge/Rocky Horror Picture Show Fanfiction
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the rights of Moulin Rouge or Rocky Horror Picture Show and all that, nor do I own the song "Justify My Love" by Madonna, which occurs in this song. I don't know how to spell the word of the garment Frank wears around his chest (I know it, just cant spell it), so I said it was a girdle. If that displeases you then shove it up your ass, because no one cares. ( Sorry this took so long to update, but you know how the end of school goes.and I just wrote these two chapters because I had a surge of emotion to write. You get two at the same time, so no bitching (even though chapter 5 is kind of small). As always, reviews are welcomed.
Chapter 5: Satine blinked, raising her hand to her brow. She sat up; she was on a bed. How did she get here? The room was ridiculously clad in pink satin and lace and smelled of cinnamon. Not until she looked up on the wall and discovered the portrait of a man in high heels and make up did she remember the unusual predicament she had been in earlier with Christian and her friends.
"And the Duke." she said, murmuring to herself. She still had to portray strong feelings for that putrid ball of slime. Ugh. What had she gotten herself into? All will undo in time, she thought. She began to worry of Christian and decided to search for him when there was a knock on the door. Satine quickly covered herself, for she was alluring dressed in a black, see-through evening gown.
"Wh-who is it?" she asked. The door opened, and a man dressed in nothing but a girdle, bikini bottom and nylons walked in. She looked at the wall at the previously mentioned picture. They were identical.
"Hello darling.I do not believe we've had the opportunity to formally meet." he said, smoothly gliding over with a devilish smile on his face. He jumped on the bed, landing on his knees. She giggled at the site. He smiled wider, and reached out for her hand, which she let him take. He kissed it.
"I am Dr. Frank N. Furter, but you may call me whatever you wish, Firefly." he said, raising an eyebrow. She let out a cool laugh and returned the smile.
"I am Mademoiselle Satine," she said in a seductive tone that she didn't notice until AFTER she said it. This man had a power over her that no man had ever had before. She found herself smitten, and, for the first time in her life, she had found someone with more sex appeal than her.
"Ah, yes. Your male informed me earlier, Firefly," he said, reaching for one of her gorgeous flowing curls of red hair. Her mouth opened slightly with the mention of Christian, and she came back to her senses.
"Is he alright? Where is he? I must-"
"Shh, shh, shh." Frank said, putting a finger to her lips. She quickly subdued herself and looked into his sparkling eyes.
"Everything's alright. He's fine." Frank reassured her. His finger became curled around a lock of her hair, which she flicked away.
"I'm with Christian and I wish to see him right away," she said, crossing her arms and turning away from Frank abruptly. He laughed under his breath at her easy-temper as he moved closer. He put his arms on her bare shoulders.
"From what I hear, he's not the only one you're with." Frank whispered in her ear. She pulled her head away and turned to face him.
"What's it to you?" she shot at him. She turned to look at the table. He whispered into her ear:
"I wanna kiss you in Paris. I wanna hold your hand in Rome. I wanna run naked in a rainstorm. Make love in a train. Cross country."
She turned. The spell was back on her and took control. Her insides burned with a desire she'd never had before. She whispered back:
"You put this in me. So now what, So now what."
"Hahaha." Frankie laughed as she wrapped her long legs around his waist. He lifted the blanket over their bodies and no one could hear the disturbance they made.