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Sonic's New Life, Chapter 13

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Chapter 13: Love's First Kiss

We've all been silent for awhile now. Tails is just about done with my arm. It's just about bandaged. Shadow's over by the window, leaning against the wall and staring out at the sky. Though the rain stopped, the stars and moon and a few stray clouds are all you can see, so I don't really get what he's trying to see. Then again, Shadow's an enigma. It's nearly impossible to tell what he's thinking half the time.

My eyes drift lazily over to Chip. He's sleeping on top of Tails' dresser though. So my eyes shift to the digital clock. The numbers read one in the morning. I yawn widely, resting my face in my free hand. Eyelids heavy and half closed, I look to Amy, but she's still asleep.

"How long does that stuff take to wear off?" I ask the two-tailed fox, barely noting the anxiousness in my voice over the sleepiness, "She's still sleeping."

Tails shrugs. "Depends," he replies, tying the bandage on my arm up, "It could've worn off already. She could just be sleeping normally."

Satisfied enough, I look back to Amy. Part of me wonders what she's dreaming about. I find myself smiling a little. It's strange, because I would never usually wonder about something like that. Speaking of wondering, I wonder if Amy will forgive me for breaking the promise I made to her about tonight. Honestly, I'd really wanted to keep it. That dream I had though really scared me, and not a whole lot of things scare me, and that's mainly the reason I broke the promise. Man, how will I explain it to her though?

"All done Sonic," Tails finalizes, interrupting my train of thought.

"Thanks," I tell him. I sleepily look to my bandaged arm and smile gratefully.

On the other table beside me, Amy finally stirs. The two of us look over to her. She's visibly shivering a little even though she's not in that ruined jacket anymore. She and I are still kinda damp from the rain, but it doesn't affect me like it does her. I hop off the table and walk over to her, standing beside her and watching.

"Where…? Wha…?" she slurs a little, sitting up slowly and wrapping her arms around herself.

I feel a strong urge to sweep Amy up into my arms and hold her close to keep her warm, but I bite my lip and refrain. Amy soon becomes more alert, and becomes shocked to see Shadow in the room. Her eyes fly wide open and she suddenly jumps off the table, sanding in front of me, though she staggers a little.

"I thought I told you not to bother him again," she nearly yells at Shadow.

Arms still crossed, the dark hedgehog turns away from the window and faces her, eyes narrowed slightly. "Save it Pinkie."

Amy growls; raising a shaking fist. I lightly put a large hand on her shoulder. "Shadow already knows Amy. I told him everything while you were out like a light."

At my words she relaxes. I pull my hand away and she turns to me. I avert her gaze, scratching the side of my head awkwardly. "Uh…I guess we should be going. Tails needs his sleep and I really don't want his folks to catch me like this if they wake up."

Amy nods, walking over and lifting a sleeping Chip into her arms, cradling him like an infant. I turn to Tails, taking my coat off the table in the process.

"See you, guys. I should be better given a few more hours' sleep," he says.

I nod and wave goodbye to the fox before turning to the window. It's already open, and Shadow is gone. Amy's waiting for me. I walk past and squeeze my way out before turning around and helping her out. She seems really tired, even compared to me. I offer to carry her, but she refuses. Man, when did she become so stubborn, headstrong, and independent?

So we begin to walk out of Tails' yard and down the sidewalk; me on all fours, though I limp a little, and her walking beside me cradling Chip. No one's out this late at night/early in the morning, so I don't have to worry about hiding since my home isn't too far away from Tails' house. I've already draped the coat around her shoulders. It's ripped and still a little damp, but it'll provide some protection against the cold.

For a little while, we walk in silence. I keep trying to find the right words to apologize with, but they won't come at first. After a little bit, I just blurt something out. "Amy," I look to her as we walk and her at me, "I'm really sorry about tonight. Y'know, about breaking my promise. I'm sorry I ran off earlier too. If I hadn't, then none of this woulda happened."

She shakes her head with a forgiving smile, but says nothing. My ears droop a little and I hang my head, looking away from her. I was expecting her to yell at me or something. Sure, I saved her from that group of thugs a few hours earlier, but I don't see how that makes up for a broken promise at all. In truth, I kinda wish Amy would be mad at me, instead of so outright forgiving. At least if it didn't make me feel better; which her yelling at me probably wouldn't have anyway; it would leave me a lot less confused than I am now.

(Amy's POV)

Sonic's been awfully quiet in the time following his apology. I am a little upset that he broke his promise, but it's absolutely nothing compared to how grateful I am to him for saving my life, and how happy I am that the wounds he got weren't too serious. Does he expect me to be angry with him or something? I don't see why, since it doesn't really make any sense for me to be. I wish boys weren't so strange. Even after liking Sonic the way I have for most of my life, I still can't completely figure him out. Same goes for all boys.

Anyway, after awhile we reach Sonic's home. I walk up to the front door and am about to open it to go inside, when I see Sonic off to the side of me veer off to go toward the backyard and probably into the forest. Cradling Chip in one arm, my other reaches out as I take a few steps forward to close around Sonic's large arm as much as it can. He stops in his tracks and turns a pair of concerned and confused emerald eyes on me.

"They're gone. There's no lights on inside," I assure him, keeping my voice as steady as possible under his brilliant, piercing eyes.

He seems really apprehensive, but nods to me and lets me lead him inside. I was right. I don't know what the reason any of them left was, but Knuckles and Cream and Cheese are gone. Knuckles probably took Cream and Cheese home, and for some reason decided not to come back. Shadow isn't back yet either. It's kinda romantic to be alone here with Sonic. Well, technically we aren't alone since Chip is with us, but he's so deep in sleep an earthquake couldn't wake him.

I let go of Sonic's arm, flip a switch to turn the lights on in the living room, and go to his room at the end of the hall. In there, I lay Chip down on the end of the bed before I leave and close the door behind me. I stop by the bathroom, discarding the dirty, torn coat in the hamper. On the way out, I pass by the mirror over the sink and catch sight of my reflection. I sure look worse for wear, what with my bandaged head and dried blood down my face. Guess Tails must've failed to clean my face off after dressing my head. That reminds me, I think I forgot my headband there or something, because I'm not wearing it anymore. I sigh as I wash my face off. That was my favorite one.

After a few minutes, I dry my face and hands off and go back to the living room. Sonic must've closed the door while I was gone, because I hadn't done it and it wasn't closed before I went to Sonic's room. Sonic's laying on the carpeted floor much like a regular dog would. He's pulled his shoes and socks off and they're sitting over by the TV stand. He's got an almost pitiful expression on his face; like he's trying to figure something out and it's frustrating him to no end.

I smile to myself, shaking my head before walking over and sitting cross-legged in front of him. His eyes look up to meet mine and he lifts his head to see me better.

"You look down," I observe.

Sonic's eyes fall to the floor. "More like confused," he corrects.

"About what?"

His eyes look back up to me. "Why aren't you mad?"

"Why should I be?"

"I broke my promise to you and nearly got us both killed."

"But we weren't killed. You saved me and I'm glad you're going to be okay. And besides…" I pause.

He raises one eyebrow. "Besides what?"

"You can still keep it. Not in the clearing exactly, but here. We're technically alone. Chip's asleep in your room, Shadow's not back, and the others probably went home. They aren't here after all."

"It's not the same though," he points out, laying his head back down.

I sigh. "This isn't like you at all Sonic. Why does it matter if it's the same?"

He doesn't answer me. I wanna comfort him, but nothing I say seems to help. My hand reaches out and before I know it I'm stroking the side of Sonic's face. He sighs softly, content, and leans into it like a dog would. Soon he even scoots a little closer and lays his big head on my lap. I reach out and scratch softly at the base of one of Sonic's ears. He seems to like it. I stop momentarily, pulling my gloves off and tossing them over my shoulder onto the couch. I wanna really feel his fur, just like last night; not just touch it.

Soon enough, I'm resting my head on top of his, hugging his large neck as much as I can with one arm while my other hand strokes his fur. My eyes are closed and for a little while we stay like this.
All of a sudden, I feel Sonic's arms around me and my body getting moved. My eyes fly open as Sonic picks me up like a baby and we move up onto the couch.  He sits at one end with the back of my head facing the armrest before setting me down on his lap, though he continues to support my upper body with his uninjured arm. I snuggle in close, rubbing his chest absently with one hand as my eyes stare towards the other end of the couch.

"Something wrong?" I hear him ask before he gently moves my head so I'm looking at him.

"Nothing really," I reply, my eyes looking away. He's got my head locked in place, so I can't do much more to look away.

"C'mon Amy. Tell the truth. I think I know you well enough to know when something's up."

I exhale softly, forcing my eyes to meet with his again. "Are you sick of my being around all the time?"

(Sonic's POV)

Her question caught me completely off guard. Am I sick of her? I stare at Amy with a dumbfounded expression on my face. Truthfully I was at first, but now? It's hard to say. It doesn't FEEL like I'm sick of Amy hanging around, so no; I don't believe I'm sick of her hanging around.

I shake my head. "No," is all I reply.

She smiles, relaxing and begins to rub my chest again. I feel a warm feeling spread through me as she does this. It's inexplicable, but I like the feeling. While she does this, I stroke the side of her face with the backs of a couple of my fingers, careful not to accidentally cut her open with my claws.
I lean in a little closer, getting a better look at Amy's face. At the same time, she moves closer toward me. Before I know it, her arms are wrapping around my neck and her face is barely a few inches from mine. She's so close our noses are nearly touching. I pull away, unsure of what to do. She seems confused and hurt by my gesture. Her eyes are asking if she did something she shouldn't.

Thing is, I want her to kiss me. I want to feel her lips against mine, to kiss me deeply and passionately. I'm afraid of hurting her though. Compared to me, she's a delicate flower, a porcelain doll, and I'm worried I'll break her.

Amy seems to sense this, and see the hesitation in my eyes. In response, she brings my free hand up and holds it against her face. My hand covers nearly the entire side of her head. "I trust you," She whispers, "You won't hurt me."

While she's right I won't try to, that doesn't mean I can't or I won't do so accidentally. Yet, some unseen force draws me toward her again. I cup Amy's face in my hands (well, more like her entire head) and her arms rewrap as far as they can around my thick neck. The gap closes between us, and out lips meet.

Amy's kiss is deep and passionate. It's not at all like other girls I've kissed. (What do you expect? I'm famous after all.) With other girls, there was nothing meaningful behind it; only sexual, one-sided, forceful emotions that came from the girls alone. Not Amy's kiss though. There's real love behind it. To me, it seems like her first kiss, but then she's been in love with me for countless years. It only makes sense she'd save her first kiss for me.

I feel her small tongue explore my mouth, running softly over my fangs so as not to get pierced by any of them. Gingerly, I do the same with her. She tastes just like strawberries and cherries. My mind is racing as my heart thumps hard against my ribcage. It hurts, but strangely I like it.

After a minute, I pull away. I open my eyes and look at her. Amy's are still closed and her lips are still puckered; expecting more. I smile inwardly before I lean back in for a second kiss. I'm more forceful this time. I crave the taste of Amy's lips like nothing before. The ferocity startles me, but I don't pull away. I don't know what's wrong with me, but I need this like nothing ever before. It's like some part of me I didn't even know was empty has suddenly begun to fill, and it wants to be completely full.

Amy doesn't complain as my arms enclose around her and I pull her as close to me as I can without crushing her. On the contrary, her arms wrap still more around my neck, though it's impossible for her to enclose it completely. She gives back with just as much; just as bold and daring as I am.

After a couple minutes we both pull away, panting as we struggle to regain our breaths. I sink into the couch, still keeping my arms wrapped around her.

"Wow," is the only coherent word my brain can manage to come up with.

She giggles before snuggling into my chest. "Likewise," I hear her whisper.

After another few minutes, my eyes look down to her. Amy's eyes are closed, and she's snoring softly with a tranquil smile on her lips. I don't have the heart to disturb her by shifting her off my lap while she sleeps, so I contend to watch her as I stroke her face lightly before I too begin to fall asleep.

"Sweet dreams, my precious rose," I whisper.

To be continued...
Ch 13

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SunsetSaberrr's avatar
Im a bit thrown off by all the shipping 
im sorryyy 
its just since i ship Sonally TwT