Beautifully Wrong

Columbia

A week later, Frank went out for a "night on the town". Magenta and Riff-Raff didn't know where he meant by that, Denton was a very small town with few people in it. There wasn't much to see or do. He probably wouldn't even be gone for two hours.

Frank took the truck and left for the night. Magenta fed the hellhounds and walked back out to the main ballroom. The huge, nearly empty, room with a throne was actually pleasant without Frank's presence. Riff-Raff reclined on Franks' "royal throne" and drank his wine. He looked up at Magenta as she entered the room.

"How are you feeling, love?" He asked. He'd asked that a long lately. He always wanted to make sure she was okay. She loved that about him. He was always so concerned about her and the baby. She smiled.

"I'm fine, Riff... Vhat are you doing?" She asked giggling. He smirked at her.

"I'm getting my revenge... In a minor degree anyway. This is getting back at him one small step at a time." He said taking another sip. She chuckled and walked over to him. He held out his arms and sat up a little straighter. "Come to daddy." He said. She laughed as she sat on his lap. He started kissing her neck. "You want to turn it up a notch?" He asked smugly.

"Vhat you mean?" Magenta asked. She looked at him, an eyebrow raised. "Are you asking me to..." He smiled evilly.

"It'll be our little secret." He whispered in her ear. She laughed as he made her straddle him.

"I vas going to say "have sex right here" but I guess you answered zhat for me." Magenta laughed. Riff nodded and kissed her low v-neck line.

If Frank found out about this he would completely flip out. It made her love the idea even more. It felt like she could piss him off and he couldn't do anything about it. If Frank had been home, he would've heard them. They were being extremely loud, and the echo in the room didn't exactly help. The hellhounds barked loudly as they heard Magenta's cries. After a half an hour, the shouts and cries finally ceased. They lay in Frank's throne, still completely bare, and wrapped in each others arms.

"Ah, sweet revenge..." Riff-Raff chuckled, stroking Magenta's hair, her head on his chest. She giggled.

"Zhat "revenge" felt good..." She said quietly, looking up into his eyes. "In more vays zhan one..." Magenta added. He chuckled again.

"Did it now? I thought so too. And the best part is he'll never know...." He kissed her deeply. Then, a truck door slammed. They quickly pulled apart. "Oh, shit!" Riff-Raff jumped up.

Magenta quickly got up as well and pulled on her cloths. Once she had gotten her dress on, she ran to the hidden room to fix herself out of sight. Riff-pulled on his clothes with ease. Thankfully, after a few months of having to hurry up when dressing, it took him not a minute to get ready.

The front doors smashed open and Riff-Raff heard Frank laughing lowly, and a high-pitched giggle mixed with his. So he had found someone. It didn't actually surprise Riff in the least. The door to the hidden room closed quietly and he looked towards it. Magenta came out, looking as if nothing had happened at all.

"He brought someone?" She asked quietly as they took their places on either side of his throne. He nodded.

"And an obnoxious girl at that." He added covering his ear for a moment.

The ballroom doors crashed open and in stumbled Frank N Furter and his female companion. She looked a little too young, about sixteen or so. What was Frank doing with her, didn't he know that that was illegal? Magenta scoffed inwardly. Of course he knew, he just didn't care.

"Servants," Frank slurred. "this is Columbia. She's going to stay with us for a little while." The girl giggled.

"My name's Celesta, silly!" She squeaked loudly. It sounded like she was high and drunk all at the same time.