Adult-FanFiction.org : Games

Secret Affair	By : kittynakajima Category: +S through Z > Sonic Views: 15628 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Sonic is the property of SEGA/Sonic Team, and I do not profit from writing this story. However, I do claim ownership of the characters of Dr. Sara Torinai and Aria Torinai.

Chapter List
- 5
- 6
- 7
Author�s Note: A major note to AFF.net readers - I've merged the first part and the second part of this story so that newcomers to the story won't get confused.

Serves me right for being impatient and continuing the story right before the server finally catches up with their updates. So with that in mind, I'll be deleting Pt. 2 from the site as all the chapters featured in that installment are now here.
I think I should take the time right now to point out a few things here to everyone before we start the following chapter:
The story won�t be ending any time soon. From how Kawaii Sonikku and I have planned it, this story is expected to run the course of over 10-15 chapters, so if you were just expecting a one-shot, simplistic little lemon in the guise of Sonic and Amy in the bedroom, you�re going to be sorely disappointed.

We�re not trying to write a book in terms of length, but we�re not trying to bullshit our way through a well thought out plot either. There are some writers out there who could probably pull off a fantastic story with little to no detail, character development and motivation, and other factors that make a story a good story. But we�re not them, and we�re taking our time to make it a feasible story.
On top of that, we�re enjoying this in the process, so, if you didn�t understand it before, I�ll repeat it again:

The story is not going to end with this chapter. Period.

However, I will admit that Sonamy enthusiasts will probably enjoy this chapter overall.
Also, I would like to apologize for the two month gap in the update. Things have been getting pretty hectic for me personally, so this was a bit brushed to the side.
And finally, we would like to thank both those who reviewed this story on both Fanfiction and Adultfanfiction.net. It means a great deal to the both of us that you�re enjoying this story, along with the time and effort put in to tell it.
Special note to AFF.net readers: I'm very sorry that the story hasn't been updated, but I was trying to wait for the webmasters to complete the server upgrades to the site so that I could continue the story in one piece.

I've been posting the other chapters at FF.net, and while that's not necessarily a good thing (considering their witch hunting of stories with sex), I've recieved a bit more feedback on it over there (though some of it I suppose I could do without - 'continue plz' and 'make Sonic want the baby' are not favorites of mine...)

So after someone recently e-mailed me about the matter, I decided to forget waiting on the servers to catch up and start posting the later chapters of the story that I've written up to Ch. 8.

Hope you enjoy them and please, read and review. I prefer intelligible, comprehensible reviews from here as opposed to the one-liners I've been getting at FF.net.

(Sonic�s POV)

A few minutes earlier:
Splash! I jump back a bit as a passing vehicle causes a massive puddle to catch me, drenching me from head to toe. I�d try and shake it off, but with the intensity of the sudden downpour, there�s no point to it. I slowly re-settle myself in my hiding spot besides a parked car, parallel to the caf� that Amy usually frequents on her afternoon stroll. She�s currently inside, probably sipping a cup of her favorite tea over a good book.

But from the looks of it, it seems like she�s talking with Shadow at the moment, which isn�t uncommon nowadays. They are pretty good friends�

I guess you could say that what I�ve been doing for the past week and a half could be considered obsessive.

Or a little creepy.

Or just plain wrong.

But I think I�ll settle with �sincere concern� to best describe it, because what else would you call following someone around without their knowledge or consent?
That�s right. I�ve been sort of keeping �tabs� on Amy, if you will. Well, that�s when I have a good bit of leisure time anyway. Eggman takes up the rest of it�

I guess it�s not so wrong � I�m not going about driving her crazy with phone calls and unexpected (and most likely, unwanted) visits. I�m giving her space, and lots of it for that matter. Amy�s temper is explosive at times, so space is always a good thing.
Especially given the reason behind our fight at the hospital. I doubt she�d want to give me the time of day after I basically gave off the impression that she was a whore, which isn�t the case.

I was her first. She always wanted me to be her first, and overall, the only one. She was also my first, so I know exactly what type of person she is. Makes me wish I could take it all back, but what�s said and done is over with.

The only thing I can do now is try to make it right, and hope for the best�

And how will I go about making things right?
To be honest, I�m not entirely sure I have that absolutely figured out. But I believe I have a general idea � an apology followed with me stating my feelings. Two things of which, aren�t common to hear from me, particularly the latter.

But I guess there�s no harm in giving it a try, right?
I come back from my thoughts as I notice that Amy has risen from the table and exited the caf�, with a more notable and pleasant change to her features. She seems a little bit happier than she has been the past few days, smiling even though the rain was starting to soak her from head to toe. That would rule in my favor � Amy in a serene mood makes trying to say what I have to say a whole lot easier�though not by much.
She must have been in a really good mood, because I think she got a little absent minded and forgot something, as I notice Shadow running after her with some bags.

That makes sense; that girl is prone to forgetting someone or something whenever she�s in one of those blissful trances.

Yet I don�t think I was prepared for what happened next.

She trips, on one particular spot of the sidewalk that�s cracked, almost certain to a full drenching amidst all the rain. Then in one swift action, Shadow has her in his grasp � he�s holding her by the waist while she�s flung her arms around his neck for support.

One second passes.

Then five.

Then sixty.

Now they�ve been like that for at least 2 minutes.

It doesn�t take that long for someone to regain their footing�

The longer I look at them, the more I start to piece together things that had either come from observation or from Amy�s account.

They enjoy each other�s company, solely in the other�s company.
She often recounted to me how Shadow thought a relationship between the two of us would never come to terms, along with him continuously encouraging her to seek out someone �better� for mutual affection.
She�s mentioned one time (rather openly) that she had been tinkering with the prospect of going out with him before we got together. Apparently, he had asked her out on at least one occasion, but was reluctant to accept out of respect for her feelings towards me�

Now it looks like she might have accepted his offer.
I need to get my head out of the clouds here. Maybe it�s not what it looks like at the moment. The whole thing with Rouge wasn�t what it was, so that�s probably the case here too, right?
Yet, at the same time, it wouldn�t surprise me if it was true. Would serve me right � sometimes I think to myself that she could have found someone who appreciated her sooner rather than waiting so long to hear me reciprocate her feelings. Wasted so much of her time being inconsiderate to her whether I purposely intended to or not.
And if not me, she can definitely do better than Mr. Smiley over there. I peg him as the type of guy who probably could benefit from someone with her qualities, but get bent out of shape if they did something to lose his trust.

He sort of has �anger� issues that he hasn�t fully resolved.

He also stole that move and pose � I pulled that with Amy on our first �outing� together after that night�

We were sitting in that same caf� together, trying to decide on a place to visit for that day. I would�ve been content with calling it a �hang out session�, but she got me into thinking of it as more of an informal first date�

We never could decide on a single place that we both liked, so we made a compromise: We�d both pick out our favorite spot and spend 3 hours at each place to make it fair.

�We get to enjoy what we like and also try something new at the same time�, she said.

Could have been the opposite effect for me, considering she got to choose where we went first. She wanted to spend her time giving Twinkle Park another try, as the last visit we made there resulted in her being captured by one of Eggman�s goons.

Well, I�ll say it was okay. Not fantastic, yet decent. The so-called speed they boasted of for their roller coasters is just about the same as me speeding on ONE leg.

Afterwards it was my turn, and I took her to this spot that I like to go to alone. This really tranquil spot situated within the Mystic Ruins - a vivid green enclosure covered with a grass that had a wonderful aroma. Flowers of nearly every variety, including those that you most certainly wouldn�t find in a florist�s shop. Beautiful doesn�t even begin to describe the place, which up until then, I hadn�t told anyone else about. Not even Tails.

She must have felt what I feel every time I come there to relax, as her mood went from excited happiness to calm and serene. I allowed her to rest her head on my right shoulder as we both sat down on the grass, taking in the serene sights and sounds of nature surrounding us.

It was perfect, and we probably could have stayed like that for hours if I hadn�t gotten �playful�.

�I thought you detested water�, she says. She�s pointing to the spring in the middle of the area, with a teasing tone entwined within her voice.
�I do, but I can make exceptions�, I replied. I stood up and walked over to it, removing my shoes before immerging myself within the steaming waters and sitting down. �But then again, it�s one of those things where a love/hate relationship isn�t so bad�. As she comes closer to see me, I take a breath and submerge myself within the spring, knowing full well that she would worry and fret.
Sure enough, she comes close enough to the spring�s entrance for me to reach out and drag her underneath with me. She wasn�t too happy about it, as she let out a loud yelp as I did so, jumping back up for air. As I come back up to pat her back and apologize, she pushes me back into the water, a bit roughly.
�Here�s a taste of your own medicine!� she screams, before finally breaking down into laughter as a water fight ensues between the both of us afterwards�

That�s it. I got to say what I have to say, because I might not get another shot at it�
And here I am now, standing before the two of them, arms crossed while idly tapping a foot as if to ask �What�s going on?� without the use of words. The both of them stay in that close position before he finally remembers that she can stand on her own two feet. She looks away from him while he�s doing the same to her as she stands up, both blushing slightly in the process.

That ass was enjoying every second of that, which doesn�t sit too well with me. He even has a smug little smirk on his face as proof. Not his regular smug, but smug all the same.

And I don�t like it.

�Like what you see?� I ask him, temporarily letting my jealously get the better of me.

�What!?� he asks back. From what I can tell, he�s more shocked about the inquiry than insulted by it. Seeing that he�s bothered, I continue:

�Well, you better enjoy it while it lasts. That�s going to be the first and last time you ever get to hold her like that�.

He frowns. A little mental victory for my ego � he�s irate.

But, I think I can say that my ego immediately deflated itself the moment I realized that Amy had picked up her bags and was turning in the opposite direction to leave.

Not good.

In panic, I took a few steps forward to grab her left arm, immediately apologizing for what I had said to Shadow seconds before. If she left, I knew I had single-handedly fucked up a chance to make things right, and just because I felt like feeding my ego.
She maneuvers outside of my grip and turns to leave again. �Just�forget about it�, she mumbles. Not good. Amy normally doesn�t hold grudges, but WOW � when she wants to, she wants to. Halfheartedly trying to pick a fight with Shadow over her wasn�t the brightest thing to do.
It almost seemed like I wouldn�t get another opportunity for weeks if Mr. Smiley himself hadn�t stepped in. I don�t know how he did it, but the look he gave Amy stopped her dead in her tracks, and caused her to gradually turn to face me.

Shocked, I shot a quick glance over to him before returning my gaze back to her, with an eyebrow cocked the entire time. Silence ensues. The both of us would have stood there speechless. But apparently, Shadow had had enough of it.

�Cut the bullshit and just TALK!� he yells. He glides back a few steps towards the caf� to take a seat at one of the outside tables, his eyes not once wondering away from either of us.

Guess we both wore his patience thin. But at least he gave me another opportunity. Better set out to make the best of it.

I once again make facial contact with her, taking a brief moment to gaze deep within her emerald eyes. While normally clear and beautiful, they bare signs of worry, fear, and fatigue. Things of which, to be blunt, I unintentionally caused her without the slightest thought. Providing comfort usually works as a remedy, but at the moment, I prefer not to hastily overstep the invisible boundaries that these negative feelings have created.
�Amy?� I ask softly. I take a step to stand closer to her. She doesn�t seem too upset by the immediate proximity. I call her name once more as I take a final step forward, gently resting my hands on her shoulders. She slightly flinches at my touch, but gradually becomes accustomed to it.

A pause follows before she finally responds.
�I�m sorry about the other night. She says. I shake my head to her, insisting that she shouldn�t. But she continues: �Rouge came after you left and �apologized� for what happened. Just�forget about it, okay?�

She apologized. Not necessarily warranted, given the way I�ve been acting�
I take a chance and raise my right hand to gently cup her left cheek, which causes a slight blush to overtake her features. I inwardly bite my lower lip as I nervously (though rather smoothly) move my thumb to rest and hold her lips together. She doesn�t have to say anymore to me about that matter.
�Don�t apologize�, I tell her softly. She almost appears to want to argue why, but I gently brush my thumb over her lovely lower lip. �If anyone has to apologize here, it�s going to be me.�, I state. Chuckling, I add in, �For so many things, I can�t even begin to count them all.�

She smiles. Not as great as her normal one, but a smile all the same. The first I�ve seen out of her in a good bit. This makes this a bit easier�
�First off, I�m sorry for all the shit that went down that night. I knew about Rouge�s�err�reputation, but I was a bit stumped for someone to talk about female things.� I briefly raise my left hand up as if to take an oath. �I swear, I wouldn�t have done it otherwise, but I was so worried about you, it didn�t matter to me.�
She lifts her left hand to gently brush away my hand. �You were actually worried about me?� she inquires. A sarcastic tone in her voice laced with a hint of curiosity. �Mr. �No Worries� was worried about me?�
At this point, the downpour had only gotten heavier since we started talking, and her grocery bags were now getting soaked to the hilt. She frowns, and reaches down to pick them up. �We should talk about this another time when my groceries aren�t going to drown.� Very gently, she moves out of my reach and begins to make her way home.

Better cut to the chase.

I gently take hold of her shoulders once more, as I moisten my lower lip in preparation of what I hoped to say next.

Okay. I�m ready.

Wait, no I�m not.

Yes, I am.

Not really.

JUST DO IT ALREADY!!!!! The inner voice inside of me has now finally had enough of this bullshit too.

Well�here it goes.

Deep breath. Slow exhale.

�Let me just get straight to it, Amy� I finally manage to say.

By this point, my palms are beginning to sweat, yet I manage to continue on:
�I wouldn�t take back anything that happened that night. If things didn�t happen in the manner that they did, I probably wouldn�t have gotten why things are this way between us right now. I didn�t know I was hurting you, but regardless, I�m sorry for it all the same.
Hell, if not for that night, I probably might have still been denying something that I�ve known in my heart for quite some time now.�

She once again moves out of my reach and begins to walk away.

It�s now, or never.

�I love you.�

She stops. Followed by an uncomfortable, lingering silence. I don�t know what else to say at this point � I think I�ve said what needed to be said already. And it doesn�t look like it brought about the reconciliation that I was hoping for�

With each second of silence, a feeling of dejection slowly began to pinch at my chest. I lower my head and close my eyes, still hoping that something good would come from it. But with each additional second of silence, the hope and resolve began to chip away bit by bit. This is also accompanied with an urge that was practically pleading for me to take off and run.

I�m nearly compelled to give in to it when my ears perk up to the sounds of weeping and several items splashing down in the rain. I look up to realize that Amy is the source of the noise, and she�s barely able to hold back her tears at this point. Some items from the now discarded bags are scattered about around her, though she appears to be temporarily unconcerned about them.

�Do you know how long I�ve waited to hear you say that to me?� she weeps. She takes a step forward, and then frowns, before breaking down into full blown tears. She tries to tell me something in between sobs, but I�ve already rushed over to wrap my arms around her.
�You don�t have to tell me how you feel, Amy� I whisper. I gently kiss and nuzzle her forehead. �You�ve said it plenty of times before.�
And in a flash, we both end up in a puddle, soaked from head to toe in a comforting and forgiving embrace.

Under normal circumstances, I�d prefer to change the setting. But right now, I wouldn�t change this for anything�

(Shadow�s POV)

Ack!! I�m involuntarily caught in the mist of a splashback that those two had created. I wipe the excess away from my face before focusing my attention on them once more.
After all the bullshitting that went on moments before, she was able to stand still while the faker finally grew some balls and told her how he felt.

Good. Now that�s no longer an answerless inquiry.

But, she didn�t come clean with what she had to tell him either.

I can�t wait to see the look on his face when she comes clean about their kid.

And that�s the end of this chapter folks! Sorry it took so long to get done. Besides my workload in real life, I was really trying to not get any of the characters, particularly Sonic too out of character. I didn�t want him to sound too macho or too touchy feely, and I think this was a good enough balance to keep in the end.
Stay tuned for the next two chapters, which show Amy and Sonic getting into the more intimate and physical part of their reconciliation.

Also, for those of you who enjoyed Shadow and Rouge in this and previous chapters, this won�t be the last you see of them. They�ll be featured in other chapters alongside either Sonic or Amy. We�ll also be introducing some of the other characters (Tails, Cream, Knuckles, etc.) a few chapters from now, so keep a look out.

And as always, review!
- 5
- 6
- 7
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Secret Affair