Wave was watching the teen from her bed, something like hunger in her eyes. Tails fidgeted in front of her, nervous. He'd never done this before...
"Tails," she purred, slipping a finger under his chin.
"Take your clothes off for me." Tails looked down, aghast.
"What!"
"Just do it, Tails. For me."
"Ok..." He took off his gloves and shoes, scarlet from embaressment. Wave waited while he stood there. "Well, Tails?"
"Um... that's everything?" He mumbled, hands behind his back, trying not to look at his toes. His toes! Oh god, he tried not to look at them in the bath, and now they were out in the open while someone looked at him. He glanced at the swallow where she was still sitting, fully clothed, on the bed. Her expression had gone from ... hunger ... to blankness.
"...What, that's all?" Wave said flatly. Tails nodded, not trusting his voice. "Could you maybe do... a dance or something?" Tails brightened and nodded more enthusiastically.
"I can dance really well, Wave." He said, his voice coming out as a husky whisper in a dry mouth. The swallow's face split in a grin and she tucked her legs up next to her, watching him intently. Tails took a deep breath.
He leapt sideways and performed a perfect piroutte, moving into an arabesque. Wave stared at him, speechless, as Tails performed a quick ballet dance.
The fox came to a stop, sweating and breathless, and looked at her with a smile on his face. "Well? How was that?"
Wave shook her head and stood up. "You know what, I just remembered. I have to ... visit ... Amy." She crossed over to the door and Tails froze.
"WAIT!"
The rogue turned, expectant. "What is it, Tails?" She said, irritation working its way into her voice.
"Don't open the door until I've got my shoes back on!" He squeaked, cheeks red again. Wave sighed.