Because You Loved Me--Even If I Didn't Want You To

Chapter Ten: Cream, Roses, Strawberries and More Cream
(AKA: Awkward Moments Make for Some Fun Reading)

Tails banged his head into his wooden table as he heard yet another one of his things–this time a plate that Lady Vanilla let him keep after he had brought cake home on it once–break.

“Charmy,” he heard Vector snap at the small bee, who laughed sheepishly as he buzzed cautiously behind Espio. The chamaeleon was taking a sip of his green tea as he looked over at Vector. Then he gave the small creature hiding beside his head a side glance before taking another sip. “Maybe it would be best if you just sat down Charmy.”

“I was only trying to help wash the dishes,” he sighed.

“And I’m very thankful,” Cream replied in a helpful tone as she whipped her hands on the small apron she was wearing around her waist.

“Yeah,” Tails agreed in a low tone. “Thanks...for breaking all my stuff.”

“I’m sure he only means well,” Cream whispered to him politely as she sat down a small cup of cocoa with marshmallows by him as Charmy and Vector began to argue for the millionth time that day.

Tails only groaned as his head hit the table again, ignoring Espio’s side glace at him as he raised an eyebrow. Why on earth had he let Cream talk him into letting them come back there with them? He only meant for it to be the two of them. Plus Cheese of course.

Tails looked up almost too quickly when he heard a knock at the door, his eyes lighting up.

Salvation.

“I’ll get it ” Cream called merrily, already skipping out of the room.

“No...” Tails whispered, his eyes widening slightly. “Cream–no I’ll get it I’LL GET IT ” he cried frantically, knocking his chair over as he scrambled to his feet, gaining the attention of the three other occupants in the room.

He was just in time to see the door swing to a close just as an ear disappear behind the door.

“Cream? Cream Don’t leave me Here With them ” Tails called after her hopelessly, knowing he was doing so in vain as she was already gone.

Cream, humming to herself as she carried Cheese, made her way though the small dining room then through the living room, toward the front door. She reached onto her tip toes and twisting the doorknob, swung the door open.

She briefly looked surprised before letting a polite smile cross her face, bowed slightly. “Mr. Shadow ”

The ebony hedgehog glared down at her, his face it’s usual mask of no emotion.

There was a pause as neither one of them said anything else or moved. Cream blinked, then laughed. “Oh, forgive me Please, come in,” she replied, moving out of the way to let him pass.

“I won’t be here long,” Shadow stated matter of factly in his dead pan voice, not moving. “Oh,” Cream stated almost sadly, before staring at him for a moment longer, then leaned on the door a bit while petting Cheese on the head absentmindedly. “What may I help you with, Mr.–”

“Where’s faker?” Shadow cut her off.

Cream eyebrows furrowed for a moment, looking very confused. Shadow cut his eyes into a half roll before he snapped. “Sonic.”

“Oh ” Cream smiled. “He’s with Amy. They’ve been spending the day together ever since he sang her a song.”

Shadow narrowed his eyes at her as she continued but Cream seemed oblivious.

“It was very nice of him,” she gushed, clamping her hands together while Cheese flew to her head. “ I’m not very sure what he was singing about, but he seemed very sincere ” Then she giggled. “Charmy said that he and his friends saw them kissing and– ”

Shadow abruptly turned on his heel as she rambled on, storming down the walk way with his fist clutched at his sides.

Cream only looked up after she thought she saw a flash. Shadow had disappeared. She blinked, looking around confused.

“Um...Mr. Shadow?” No answer.

Cream stood there a moment longer, staring at the spot more confused than she had been. Then she looked down at Cheese to see him staring back up at her just as confused. “Where do you think he went Cheese?”

“Cheeeese?”

“Do you think he was upset about something,” she asked in a worried tone, putting the small chao up to her face. “He always seems to be very upset about something.”

“Cheeeeeese,” he replied in the same tone.

CRASH

They both let out a small ‘eep’ before turning to look in the direction of the kitchen.

“You guys ”

“Charmy ”

“Sorry Sorry ”

She heard someone sigh in annoyance. “This is becoming redundant...”

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Sonic would hate to admit it, but he really wasn’t paying much attention to Amy right now.

They were walking slowly along the concrete sidewalk of a large park, on their way to a large condo, where Rouge the Bat resided.

Rouge.

Sonic frowned slightly. He still wasn’t exactly ‘fond’ of Rouge at the moment, though he couldn’t exactly say he was still upset or angry at her anymore. While she did make things worse even Sonic had to admit–all she’d really done is bring a problem he had been trying to ignore to the surface.

Sonic adverted his eyes, still not hearing a word Amy said.

The entire matter just made his head hurt–not that thinking as a whole made his head hurt mind you. Only matters such as these. And whenever Tails wouldn’t explain problems in ‘simple’ formats to him. Like when he tried to describe the mouth as ‘oral communication device’–really, simple was the best way to go with these things.

Which the matter of his love life–something he really never paid much attention to anyway–was not.

He shifted a side gaze to the pink hedgehog walking beside him, talking happily about something as she made some kind of gesture with her hands.

He had spent the entire day with her–a first. Well, alone anyway. He admitted that the kiss was something he definitely wasn’t expecting–but then, he was getting a lot of those these days–but like those other kisses, it was something he rather enjoyed.

It had been awkward afterward however, because he hadn’t really known what he should say to her–and she seemed to have said all she needed to, as she simply looked at her fingers and blushed.

So they had just sat there, in the garden, in silence. Until he finally asked her a question. He didn’t even remember now what it was–it was just a random question really. And they just began to talk about–stuff.

Their favorite colors. And weather. Food. Just anything that came to mind really.

Everything–except one subject.

“...Shadow.”

“What?” he said quickly, turning his head this way and that slightly startled, looking for the hedgehog in question.

Amy blinked at him. “I said: look at the owl hiding in the shadow.” Then she smiled politely. “It’s head was turning around.”

Sonic blinked at her a moment, then smiled sheepishly. “Oh! Yeah–the owl.”

“The owl,” Amy nodded, studying him for a second before turning her attention back ahead of her, continuing on with her rambling.

Sonic let out a small sigh. He was sure that didn’t get past her, but thankfully, she wasn’t going to press the matter.

Not that he wanted to talk about it with her in the first place. He barely even wanted to talk to himself about the matter that was Shadow.

Or feeling guilty for not apologizing to him yet–not that he was looking forward to doing that in a five mile radius of Shadow. Sonic wasn’t sure why, but the thought made him smirk slightly. After what he’d done and said, he wouldn’t be surprised is Shadow tried to erase him from the face of the planet.

Not saying Shadow held a grudge–but the hedgehog could hold a grudge.

Then there was the whole matter of them kissing–and Shadow deciding that it was okay to kiss him when he wasn’t aware of it. Sonic could feel his anger rising slightly. He didn’t like the thought of anyone doing anything intimate with him when he wasn’t awake or truly aware of what was going on–it was a whole issue of trust really.

And that was something he and Shadow had developed over the time they had gotten to know each other. And while maybe he had overacted just a little–maybe– the fact still remained that Shadow had broken that trust by doing anything to him that he didn’t give him permission to.

But what bothered Sonic the most–other than not knowing if he had actually done anything else–was that he hadn’t seemed to mind. At all. Actually, he’d felt rather calm. Peaceful. Safe.

Sonic sighed again and slug the basket he was holding at his side.

Why did Shadow have to make everything so...difficult...

“Sonic?”

“Hm?” he mumbled as he looked over at Amy. She was staring back at him with a concerned look about her.

“You–haven’t heard a word I said, have you.”

Sonic blinked at her then smiled. “Oh Sure I did. ”

“Oh?” she challenged, putting her hands on her hips, stopping. He paused with her. “Then what did I just say?”

Sonic blinked, racking his mind. Not even bothering to hide the fact that he was actually thinking about it–and hard–he stood there, still swinging the basket by his side lightly, frowning up. Okay, okay: what does Amy usually talk about?

“Uh...me?”

Amy sweat dropped and Sonic gave a sheepish smile while he hunched.

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Knuckles sat on the couch in complete darkness, listening to the faint sounds of a television playing upstairs.

He had been taking care of Rouge for maybe a week now and even he had to admit to himself that he was enjoying the down time. He gotten to know quite a bit about Rouge and had come to discover that she wasn’t nearly as bad as she came off sometimes.

She was actually pretty nice. And a quiet sleeper. Sometimes, it didn’t even sound like she was there.

And just like with her fighting, she could hold her own when she ate as well–the girl wasn’t exactly a light eater but he could see that her favorite foods were...what was the word...refined. Yeah. She had a refined taste. So while she could eat a lot–she ate a lot of what she liked.

And she actually didn’t spend hours in a bathroom like he thought she might. And while he did question where a lot of the things in her condo came from–cause it looked rather expensive and she wasn’t exactly shy around him at least about what she did as her side job, he had to admit–the past week had been comfortable with her.

Which was causing him this new found problem. Because earlier that day, he’d gone to see Angel Island. And just as he knew, it was slowly descending. He needed to find the Master Emerald–he had to get it back from Eggman and quickly.

While he had come to love the time he was spending with Rouge, he knew it would definitely have to end–he had a duty to fulfill. And lately, he just hadn’t been doing it like he should have.

But then again–all the different little things and emotions in his life hadn’t occurred in the past either. Because he usually tried to avoid such seemingly small, minor details of life. But now–now he just couldn’t ignore them. Not when they were bothering him the way they were.

So much so that maybe...maybe he almost regretted...

Knuckles shook his head when he heard a small bell ringing from upstairs. He got to his feet, looking as determined as ever.

His solution was simple–it always was. He would simply just have to explain things to Rouge–as soon as he was sure that she was better, that she would be okay without him, he would embark on his journey to find the Master Emerald and restore peace to Angel Island.

Even if that meant making himself unhappy...

He heard the ring of the small hand bell Rouge had been using to call him yet again and sighing slightly, he got to his feet and jogged up the small flight up stairs to the master bedroom.

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Rouge yawned slightly as she shut off her television. Man, was she ever bored. It had been a week and her side had all but healed but thanks to her insistent caretaker whom didn’t understand the fact that she was no longer hurt, she was still on bed rest. And bored out of her mind–not counting her secret strolls out to the world of living when he was asleep. And for some reason, Knuckles was being as hardheaded as ever and wouldn’t even do that.

Rouge blinked for a moment at a random thought, then smirked to herself.

Knucklehead.

Perhaps if he refused to listen to her pleas of being well, she could show him...and thank him all at once for his help.

Leaning over to her bed stand, she picked up a small bell and gave it a jingle. After a brief moment of waiting, she rung the small bell again, harder this time and waited again, this time hearing footsteps approach.

She watched as the doorknob turned and the door slowly crept open. She watched Knuckles stick his head through the door, his free hand resting on the side of the doorframe itself.

“What do you need, Batgirl?”

She batted her eyes at him. “Oh---would you be a dear and fetch me a bowl of strawberries and a can of whipped cream? I’ve just got this craving, you see.”

He arched an eyebrow at her slightly before inclining his head to her and leaving the room to do ask she asked.

She only had to wait a few minutes before he came back with a small bowl of fresh strawberries and a spray can of whip cream.

He walked over to the foot of her bed and held them out to her.

Rouge looked at the bowl and cream for a moment before looking up and smirking at him. “ Thanks.”

She waited a moment before frowning. “You have to come a little closer you know,” She touched her side softly and let out a low moan. “Moving still hurts a little, you know.”

“But you’re always trying to get me to let you leave,” Knuckles reprimanded her as he walked over to the corner of the room, pulling a chair up to her side of the bed and sitting down, placed the bowl and can on the night stand next to the lamp.

Ignoring his retort, she shook her head softly. “That’s still too far Knucklehead.”

He frowned and pointed at the items on the night stand. “But it’s right beside you.”

“Sit here,” she insisted, patting a spot right next to her on the bed. “And bring the bowl of strawberries with and can of whipped cream with you.”

Knuckles studied her for a moment, giving her a suspicious look before he got up slowly, picking up the items she requested and pushing the chair back a bit before taking a seat next to her on the bed, being careful not to shake it too much and possibly hurt her. He sat the bowl in her lap and put the can of cream right beside her leg.

“Close enough?”

She smiled sweetly, a look that didn't suit her at all. “Thanks. You’re just too kind, you know that?”

He only continued to stare at her in suspicion before grumbling softly to himself.

Again she ignored him, picking up the bowl and without looking, placed it on the pillow right beside her. Then she smirked again at Knuckles, noting that he was sitting with his back to her now.

She laced her arms around his neck loosely and pulled him backward, ignoring the surprised sound that passed through his lips and the mild protest he gave at trying to pull away from her–though it seemed he thought better of it given her ‘condition’ and let himself be pulled.

They stared at one another for a moment, Rouge resting her hands on his upper chest, keeping them draped around his shoulders. Knuckles looked away uncomfortable.

“What are you up to Batgirl.”

Rouge rolled her eyes. “Why must you always be so suspicious?”

“Because you’re always doing something you shouldn’t,” he replied in a manner that said she should have known this already.

“You looked tired and I thought I’d be nice and let you rest,” she replied matter of factly.

He stared up at her slightly agitated while Rouge stared back at him, trying to look innocent. And people–that was a hard look to accomplish so let’s give her a hand.

“I’m fine. You’re the one that’s hurt,” Knuckles retorted. “And you shouldn’t have moved so much. And I shouldn’t be laying here. You might hurt your side again.”

Rouge sighed slightly annoyed. “Stop getting so worked up Knucklehead. I’m fine.”

They sat in silence as he continued to lay in her lap while she held him there, his gaze far off while she looked down at him in a contemplating way. Knuckls finally looked up, catching the look. This made him uncomfortable again.

“Remind me again why you need me to lay here,” he asked quickly, shifting as though he might try to get up. Rouge put a little strength behind her grip before replaying.

“Because you're in the practice of actually listening to people instead of being so stubborn all the time. And besides– it’s the request of a girl on her death bed–”

“Death bed? ”

“So you have to comply,” she finished, ignoring the outburst while she finally loosened her grip on him, pulling her arms free before without looking again, reached over and grabbed a medium sized strawberry from the bowl.

She placed her elbow on his chest when it looked like he would try to sit up, turning the strawberry in her hand while her free arm reached over and got the can of cream. She shook it slightly before spraying the small end of the fruit with a nice amount.

Then without taking her elbow off his chest, she dangled the fruit over his mouth.

He looked at it, and then at her. She frowned.

“What, never had strawberries and cream before? Here, just taste it. It’s really good.”

Knuckles studied the fruit first, then reached up to grab it. Rouge moved her hand away. Frowning, he tried again and each time, she would move her hand, raising an eyebrow. He sighed annoyed then glared at her.

“Well if you want me to eat it, you have to give it to me.” he explained in a slow tone.

Rouge rolled her eyes and put the fruit right up to his lips, hoping against hope he would get the point this time.

Again, he reached for the fruit.

And again, Rouge pulled her hand back, both sweat dropping for different reasons. She sighed. Should have know that hope was in vain.

“Open your mouth Knucklehead ”

“For what?”

“Because that’s what you eat with ”

“I don’t need you to feed me Batgirl. I can eat by myself.”

Rouge tried to suppress her agitation, contemplating slamming the strawberry right into his forehead. “Just stop being so difficult and eat the strawberry ”

He shot her a look, then studying the tip of the fruit once more, he finally parted his lips and took the end into his mouth. Rouge let go of the end she was holding and Knuckles went to grab it with his hand so it wouldn’t drop when he bit all the way through it but Rouge beat him to it. Or her lips did, anyway.

Knuckles eyes went wide as he felt Rouge take the other half into her own mouth, their lips meeting briefly before almost choking on his half of the strawberry, he broke the kiss while Rouge sat up right, staring down at him calmly. He bolted himself up to a sitting position as well, pointing an accusing finger in her face. “W-why’d you do that ”

She blinked at him, swallowing her piece of strawberry and picking the can of cream back up, shook it. “Do what?”

He made a sputtering sound before he stated “That ” He looked at her bewildered as she sprayed the tip of his nose before kissing the cream away. His arm dropped to his side as he sweat dropped.

“Relax Knucklehead,” she smirked at him, spraying the tip of his nose and kissing the cream away once more. “You’re far too high strong.”

His eye twitched slightly as his muzzle turned the color of his skin and thinking about it finally, he moved his face away from her–though probably getting off the bed would have been more effective.

“What you are planning Batgirl,” he demanded, frowning slightly.

She hunched. “Nothing. I told you: I wanted strawberries and cream.”

His frown deepened. “All you're getting now is the cream.”

She winked at him. “I’m getting to taste strawberry too.”

Knuckles raised an eyebrow and looked at her as if she were daft. “No you’re not.”

She stopped shaking the can, glaring at him. For a split second, the image of throwing the can of cream right at his forehead entered her mind before she shook her head softly, ridding herself of the image. Agonizing, how a good innuendo is lost on the naive.

“Just...” she began, forcing him to lay back, as she straddled his waist, shaking the can in a suggestive matter she was positive he didn’t understand. She was right, he was staring at her rather dumfounded now, looking as though he really didn’t know what he should be doing. Or maybe like he wanted to bolt.

Knuckles licked his lips nervously, his eyes darting from side to side as he tried to ignore the odd sensation he felt between his legs.

“A-aren’t you suppose to be hurt?” he asked quickly, trying to sink down into the mattress of the bed. She smirked at him mischievously. “Oh that. You see, you’ve done such a good job that the pesky pain in my side is all better now. But there is this tension I have that just won’t go away–and I really need to release it.”

If she hadn’t thought better of it, Rouge would have burst out laughing at the expression Knuckles had on his face–priceless really. That–and the rather nice ‘bump’ she felt rubbing against her thigh.

She leaned in on him, their chest meeting as she brought her face close to his, watching in delight while his muzzle completely turned the shade of a dark, almost blood like red, his mouth slightly gapping while his wide eyes were trained on her every movement.

“Rouge...” His voice was barely above a whisper but it was nervous–shaky.

“Shhh,” she whispered back, placing the nozzle of the can against his lips. “Just close your eyes.”

“Why ?” he asked quickly, pushing the can aside and looking as though he would sit up again.

She placed the nozzle against his lips again. “Just trust me Knuckles. Okay?”

There was a pause of silence between the pair.

Perhaps it was the fact she’d called him ‘Knuckles’–or maybe it was asking for his trust–but either way, he stared at her for a brief second before he closed his eyes for her, trying to relax his breathing as well.

Rouge suppressed her gasp of surprise. He had actually done what she asked? That easily?

A small smile formed on her face as she sat up a little, spraying a fine line of cream on his lips, applying it almost as carefully as she would lip stick. Then setting her hands down on either side of his shoulders, she leaned down and began to slowly lick the cream away, pecking and sucking on his lips ever so often in the process, pleased to hear a small moan erupt from his lips.

This kept on for a while, until she was ready to move on, cleaning of the final bit of cream from his lips the third go round. Then she leaned over to her right, picking up a rather large strawberry with her teeth and placing it in his mouth.

“Now, eat it slowly and you'll find a surprise at the end,” she instructed him, shaking the can of whipped cream as she slide herself down to his legs, eying his body hungrily.

Then she began to make a trail along his chest, following it with her tongue as she watched him slowly eat the strawberry, his breath hitching at times when she teased him in certain spots with her teeth or gave others special attention with her tongue.

When she had finally gotten to her destination, she was topping off the tip of his partially erect member like one would a sundae, ignoring the want to grab a small strawberry and top it off.

She looked up at his face, a small smirk gracing her lips. He hadn’t seem to notice–yet.

Then was a seductive lick of her lips, she dipped her head down. . .

Knuckles nearly choked on his last bit of strawberry as his eyes flew open. He tried to sit himself up but Rouge, excepting the reaction, placed her free hand on his chest and forced him back down.

“Rouge ” he stated in a slightly pitched voice, fighting back the moans that were lodged in his throat.

“Words are overrated,” she replied when she came up for air, her lips making a light ‘smacking’ sound before she dipped her head again, her tongue only touching the part covered with cream.

“I-I I...” he muttered to himself and Rouge had to fight not to bite down, she wanted to laugh so hard. A venerable Knuckles was a adorable one.

When the cream was finally gone, she began to run the tip of her tongue along the bottom of his shaft, then came back up to the tip slowly before finally, engulfing the entire first half of it into her mouth.

Knuckles tried to speak again but he found that his words were lost, his mouth opening and closing as he fought the urge to place his hand on the back of her head and force her further down. He had never, ever had someone do this to him. He had never even thought about someone doing this to him. Or anything of the like.
And the feeling it gave him was indescribable–he had never really felt this kind of pleasure before. Like ever. Why didn’t anyone tell him about these things?

He panted softly and let out low moans at the feeling of the tightness of her mouth around him. It was becoming harder for him to think now–and we won’t go into how hard that was to begin with.

Rouge wasn’t exactly sure why, but she had begun humming to herself slightly as she dipped her head low again, this time engulfing his entire shaft down her throat before slowly dragging it back out, her tongue running along it as she went.

Her eye cut to the side were his hand kept moving slightly, inching forward a ways before landing back at his side. As she continued to watch it, Rouge sucked hard on the tip multiple times before finally taking the now rock hard shaft out of her mouth, dipping her head low and teasing the small piece of foreskin between his stick and balls with her teeth, pulling at it softly. She listened to his intake of sharp breaths and moans before she inhaled his left ball, teasing the right one with her fingers as she sucked on it slowly, her free hand working his shaft as she went.

Because multi tasking was something Rouge was good at. And Knuckles was quite thankful for it.

After a few moments, she playfully made her way back up the shaft of his member, planting soft kisses here and there until she once again reached the tip. She lapped up the drops of pre-cum she found there then dug the tip of her tongue into the small hole on the end before once again engulfing the entire thing into her mouth and deep down her throat, contracting it ever time she would pull it back out, her fingers continuing to tease his balls.

Knuckles finally placed his hand on the back of her head, his unbridled pleasure getting the better of him as he felt like he was about to explode. He tried to warn her, not exactly sure what might happen but he really couldn’t get a single syllable out that remotely sounded like a word. Just grunts or groans.

Rouge gave his member one final slow pull with her mouth, sucking the shaft harder than before, focusing more so on the tip.

Knuckles said–uh–something–as he exploded into the sweet sexual feeling of release, his muscles locking rigidly as he released his cum into her awaiting mouth, his eyes rolling slightly and his moan so loud that the room echoed it back to his ears.

Rouge happily swallowed wave after wave hungrily, sucking at the tip lightly as she went, urging the salty liquid on.

After she was positive that he was finally spent, her head finally came up as she licked her lips at him, smirking. “Having fun yet?”

He laid there with his eyes closed, panting and shaking slightly as his body tried to calm itself down. He simply nodded his head at her, still unable to speak properly.

Rouge snickered to herself as crawled her way up to his hips again, straddling him.

Knuckles eyes fluttered open as he felt her move against him, his shaft reacting to the friction she caused, giving him those odd sensations again. He blinked as she stared at him in a seductive manner. Now what?

He watched her as she began to grind himself into him, swishing her hips from side to side as she slowly pulled her night shirt over her head and tossed it onto the floor, revealing a voluptuous milky skinned body underneath, only a thin light pink thong left in it’s wake.

She was already quite aware that Knuckles was not...trained...in the ways of sexual intercourse--but she didn't mind. All the more fun really. She would be able to train her king how to please his “queen” perfectly.

She paused, staring down at him as he looked uncomfortable again, his head turned away from her.

“Uh...” he began, his voice finally back to normal but his muzzel was still crimson. “Rouge. I don’t...I’ve never...” His voice faltered.

She placed the tips of her fingers on the side of his face and made him look at her before she placed the tip of her index finger over his lips, silencing him.

“You don't have to do anything,” she whispered seductively, swinging her now free thong on her other index finger slowly before tossing it to the side as well. Knuckles didn’t even want to know how she had managed that. But he knew one thing–she certainly felt wet...down there...

She pecked him on the lips as she placed his hands on her waste. “Just enjoy the ride. . .”

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“...Why won’t you just tell me?” Amy asked in an annoyed tone as she rung the doorbell for the sixth time.

Sonic refused to look at her, content on studying the basket full of various fruits. “I told you Amy, it really wasn’t important.”

“You weren’t paying attention to me,” she retorted. “So it must have been.”

“She’s not home,” he said matter of factly, finally looking up at her and completely changing the subject.

As if on cue, they heard some kind of bump inside the home and Amy gave him a slightly triumphant smile. He cut his eyes to the side.

“Okay–maybe she is. But she’s not answering the door,” he pointed out.

“She may not hear the doorbell, it’s not very loud,” Amy replied almost absently. Then she glared at him, placing her hands on her hips. “Now answer my question.”

“There’s nothing to answer,” Sonic insisted, reaching around Amy to knock on the door...

...which creaked open slowly to reveal a dark livingroom.

Amy and Sonic stared at each other, then the room again, standing in the doorway.

“We shouldn’t go in,” Sonic pointed out.

“But the door was unlocked,” Amy insisted.

“Uh, that’s why we shouldn’t go in,” Sonic announced to her as if she had lost her mind.

“But what if something’s wrong?” Amy retorted with a slightly worried look.

“Rouge is a big girl, she can defend herself,” he assured her calmly. Amy glared at him. “What? Oh come on, Amy I’m sure it’s nothing.”

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Rouge let out a squeal of passion as her hips bucketed wildly, her nails digging into Knuckles chest with her head tilted back, riding him. She was living in the sensation of having his member fill her completely, ignoring the creaking of the bed as the head board slammed repeatedly into the wall. Or the strawberries that had long since fallen to the floor in disarray. All she could focus on was his cock slamming repeated into her favorite spot, making her cry out in passion with each thrust, more so when Knuckles began to pull her down onto himself by the hips, meeting all of her thrust with deep thrust of his own.

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The both stared into the condo after hearing a rather large thump, followed by a male’s grunts, sweat dropping.

“She needs our help,” Amy pushed.

“Amy, I really don’t think–”

They heard that same male voice, groan slightly as he growled the name “Rouge ”

Amy glared at Sonic and he cut his eyes to the side slightly.

“Oh, just..” Amy replied, rolling her eyes as she grabbed his wrist and pulled him forward, dragging him into the condo with her. Sonic shut the door with his foot and both made their way into a long hallway, only pausing when they got to the foot of a small staircase.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Knuckles dug his hands into her sides as he met her thrust with her own, lost in the feeling of her wet warmth sliding up and down his member, driving him insane as all else around him seemed to melt away, burying himself into their passionate love making.

Their cries made a sweet symphony as they both felt the sweet release they so craved from one another inching closer.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

They listened for a moment, still hearing that constant bump while the yelling got louder.

“She must be upstairs,” Amy deduced and Sonic fought the almost reflexing sarcastic comeback.

Then they heard a very large bump, followed by a feminine squeal, startling them.

“Oh–Rouge,” Amy called in a worried tone as she followed Sonic up the stairs. He had already spirited his way to the top, disappearing around the corner and standing in front of the door where all the sounds were coming from.

Amy pulled out one of her Piko~Piko hammers–to be prepared– as she came around the corner. Sonic was just opening the door and peaking his head inside.

“Yo Rouge, you all–” He paused, letting go of the door handle and backing up slightly, a rather odd expression on his face.

Amy frowned at him as she come to stand beside him in the doorway, then peered into the room herself.

“Oooh ” she gasped, putting her hands over her mouth, the mallet disappearing as it dropped to the ground.

They watched as the occupants in the room paid them no attention at all, thrusting into one another as they screamed in their passion, their bodies glistening under the light in the room. Knuckles took a firmer hold on Rouge’s waist as he gave one final, strong thrust upward. They screamed the other’s name as they both went over the edge, their orgasm carrying them into bliss.

Their bodies relaxed finally, and Rouge, who had her eyes closed, leaned backward completely–

–and she gasped slightly as she finally realized people were standing in her doorway. Her freezing so suddenly caused Knuckles to sit up slightly, still holding her waist to support her as he looked over her shoulder, and froze, his eyes widening in shock.

Amy stared back at them in equal shock, her hands still covering her mouth while Sonic was content on leaning on the left side of the door frame, his arms crossed over his chest with the basket by his feet as he politely stared out of the room, whistling (*1.)“Twisted Nerve”.

Both parties refused to a say word, only staring at one another in complete silence other than Sonic’s whistles. That was until...

“. . .Hi Amy. Nice to see you,” Rouge said calmly with a slight pant. Then she waved her fingers at Sonic. “You too.”

Sonic nodded but Amy only blinked as Knuckles carefully sat Rouge off him and by his legs, while he pointed an accusing finger at the pair in the doorway. “What–what ”

“Wanna close your legs there buddy?” Sonic asked in a humored sarcastic tone, still refusing to look in the room.

Knuckles blinked, then giving a startled cry, took one of the sheets close to him and covered himself up. Then thinking about it, took another sheet and covered Rouge up completely, who only smiled at him. “I was comfortable...”

“What are you DOING here ” he snapped at him.

“What are YOU doing here ” Amy shouted back at him. “You’re suppose to be on Angel Island ”

“I was taking care of Rouge ” he snapped.

Before anyone could say a word, Sonic stopped whistling and burst into laughter, his head bending down as he mocked Knuckles words to himself.

Knuckles shot him a look of daggers but Amy continued. “And-and–just what do you two think you’re doing ” She pointed first at him, then at Rouge.

“Uh, isn’t that obvious?” Sonic asked her, just coming off his laugh and she too shot him a withering look.

“Well guys, I’d love to sit here and chat, but I need a shower,” Rouge announced, climbing out of the bed, the sheet falling off her body as she stretched herself and her wings.

Knuckles gaped at her a moment before leaning over and taking his sheet, wrapping her back up. She smirked at him. “Wanna join me?”

“Oh my goodness,” Amy groaned as she finally looked away, putting her hand now on the bridge of her nose.

“I’ll be on the couch,” Sonic replied, still sounded humored as he waved a hand at them over his shoulder, starting for the hallway. “Just...call me when your done.”

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Author’s Notes: As usual, thank you all for your reviews and support, as they make me very happy. I hope you enjoy the new chapter and as always, leave feedback!

1. Twisted Nerve is a song from Kill Bill Vol. 1. Very nice song, which for the majority, is whistled. Used it cause I just love to whistle it myself and I thought the title name was semi right for the moment.