The rain pelted down outside the window in the gloomy darkness, the dismal scene not helped by the sudden power cut. Normally, she would probably have been terrified by the sudden gloom, but this time she didn't care. Nothing else seemed to matter except the handsome man, only two years older, who laided on top of her. He was no more asleep than she was, more tired than anything else. The room was lit only by a small candle on the table beside them. The light struck her face and neck, causing the pale flesh to glow a queer orange. She smiled as he moved again, before fully relaxing on top of her. She lightly ran her hand through his hair and over his muscular back. She loved him so much, and knew he loved her too, but no-one would ever understand. No-one ever did. They all thought this type of love was wrong. She sighed, pulling her brother, her lover, closer against her bare body.

Riff Raff smiled down at her, lightly running his fingers through Magenta's long curls. His beautiful sister, his only love. She smiled back at him, pulling him back when he tried to remove himself from within her. "Don't go, Riff." was all she said. Him being him, he complied, pushing as far inside her as possible, before placing his head on her shoulder, allowing sleep to wash over them both.