Beautifully Wrong

Lost

(Sorry for my lack of updates! I'm trying my hardest to do better!)

A few weeks passed before anything happened. They didn't plan, they didn't take any more small acts of revenge against Frank, and Columbia had only become slightly less annoying. Magenta never thought she'd say this, but she thought she was actually getting use to the young girls voice. It wasn't as annoying to her anymore, although still annoying. At least Magenta could say she tried to get the girl out of here, but alas, there was no chance that she would leave. Even after she had been forewarned of Frank's intentions, and after she had been whipped herself. Columbia refused to leave. Magenta merely chalked it up to a young, foolish girl in love with a "bad boy" or a "rebel".

Magenta and Riff-Raff were in the kitchen, cooking and planning for the first time since weeks ago. Frank N Furter had given Riff-Raff some time off today, but not to be nice. It was because Frank needed some time to himself today, and possibly some alone time with Columbia. While Magenta mainly focused on cooking, Riff-Raff was thinking.

"What if we scared him into going back to Washington?" Riff asked.

"Riff-Raff darling, you forget zhat zhis is Frank N Furter ve're talking about. Vhat is zhe man afraid of besides empty beds, mens clothing, and normal people?" She asked. "Besides, you already suggested zhat ten minutes ago." She said, turning back to the stove. He sighed heavily.

"Yeah, I know.... I'm sorry, Nat." He said, walking up behind her and putting his hands on her shoulders. He kissed the side of her neck and she chuckled. Then, he started to nibble on her neck.

"Riff... Stop..." She giggled.

"Never..." He nearly growled. He bit down a little harder and Magenta nearly jumped out of her skin.

"Riff-Raff, control yourself, please. I need to finish zhis before Frank comes down and expects it all ready." She sighed.

"Why should I stop? Doesn't this turn you on?" Riff-Raff asked smugly.

"You know it does, lover, you're driving me crazy. But, I much razher not get vhipped if you don't mind." Magenta answered honestly.

"Give me a kiss and I'll leave you to your work." He pouted. She sighed, but smirked. She put the spatula on the counter.

"Okay." Magenta smiled. Riff-Raff smiled too and leaned in to kiss her.

When Magenta and Riff-Raff finally pulled away, their tongues finally separated, their attention was directed to the corner of the room, where light now streamed in. There stood a dumbstruck Columbia, her mouth hanging open and whatever she held in her hand dropped on the floor. The siblings stared wide-eyed at her while she stared right back at them. This continuous staring match lasted for a good three minutes before any of them moved. Suddenly, Magenta jolted back to reality and pulled away from her brother's strong arms. She rushed over to Columbia, who remained frozen like a statue.

"Riff, vatch zhat for me, vill you?" She asked before she guided Columbia to her room.

Lately, she had been accustomed to calling it 'their' room considering she slept in there sometimes and most of her stuff was now in there. She didn't remember putting anything in there, but she must have because most of her stuff was indeed in Columbia's room. She brought her over to her bed and sat down next to her.

"You...him...kissing...related... What?" Columbia asked finally. She gave Magenta an exasperated look. She was more confused than ever before.

"Yeah, I know, it's shocking..." Magenta sighed.

"It all makes sense now." Columbia said, as if it just struck her over the head. "Why you share a room, why you're always near each other, why you seem closer than a brother and sister should be, it all makes sense! I get it now!" She exclaimed.