"Adrenaline"

1

Sapphire eyes slowly opened, squinted from the bright sunlight that slipped through her windows. Blinking blearily, trying to shake the last tremors of sleep from her system, Sally sat up. Or rather, she tried sitting up but realized something was weighing her down. Eyebrows furrowed in puzzlement, she gazed down at her chest, eyes quickly widening in shock at what she saw. There, snuggled against her, using her breasts as pillows, was none other than Rouge the Bat.

Her white locks were in disarray, and her makeup was smudged. Her legs were wrapped firmly around her waist, hence why she was unable to get up. Sally wondered how Rouge of all people wound up in her bed, not that she was complaining. Rouge was, after all, a gorgeous woman. Throwing her covers off of them and looking at her body, Sally could only blush fiercely as she looked at her nude self.

There were healing love bites and lipstick stains all over her stomach and inner dies, and it was like these images were a trigger, her brain suddenly kick starting back to life as vivid memories from last night suddenly flooded her mind.

She was on her bed, Shadow on her right side and Rouge on her left side. Said treasure huntress was currently kissing the daylights out of her, her lips moving against hers, her tongue teasing her own tongue and mouth until she was a writhing mess of neediness. Her partner in crime had his hand buried between her legs, touching her in a way that had her craving for more. More kissing. More touching. More of them. They stopped their ministrations, each staring at her hungrily, teal and crimson eyes shining with unbridled lust and want. They looked like they wanted to devour her, and Sally would be lying through her fucking teeth if she didn't want them to.

"Happy birthday, Blue Eyes," Rouge purred, pulling her into a kiss that threatened to take her very breath away. No sooner than her supple lips parted from hers, Shadow swooped in and kissed her in a way that set her heart aflame with passion.

"Happy birthday, princess," Shadow echoed, his voice, deep and velvet-smooth, washing over her in waves of pleasure.

"Happy fucking birthday to me," Sally grinned, pulling them down back towards her and quickly losing herself in this pleasurable tango.

"You're up early, Blue Eyes," a familiar voice purred. Startled out of her stroll down memory lane, Sally looked down to see Rouge wide awake, peering at her thoughtfully. The light hit her teal eyes, making them shine like jewels, and she couldn't help but admire how beautiful they were. "And if you're wondering where Shadow scampered off to, he was called in to G.U.N. to do a mission."

"Yeah, well, I like getting an early start. And yeah, that explains a lot," Sally answered easily, grinning at her, running her fingers through her hair to untangle the many knots in it.

Damn, they really did a number on me, huh? the princess mused silently, though she didn't ach nearly as much as she feared it would thankfully. Both women sat up, stretching their bodies of any knots. She nearly jumped when she felt a hand caress her bare arm before gently cupping her cheek, turning her in a way that had them face-to-face.

"You okay? Shadow and I didn't mean to be so… rough on you last night. But," she continued, leering at her, "I also didn't hear you complaining at all." Her hand trailed lower, her fingertips brushing her nipples, which began to pebble in arousal. Tracing her stomach, her hand dipped lower, between her legs, and Sally couldn't bite back the moan that trickled through her lips, her hips jerking up into the touch as her sultry companion continued strumming and teasing her expertly.

"You're so responsive…," the treasure huntress mused, watching avidly at the faces her lover was making, her moans music to her ears. She twisted her fingers, hitting a spot inside the chipmunk that made her see stars. She sped up the thrusting of her fingers, causing Sally's moans to grow louder, higher. Her other hand tangling itself in her auburn hair, Rouge slanted their mouths together in an intense kiss, swallowing the other's moan, savoring the wetness that dripped steadily on down her fingers and onto the palm of her hand and the sheets beneath them.

She kept stroking and touching, riding her trough her orgasm until she was finished. Pulling their lips away with an audible pop!, Rouge finally withdrew her hand, making sure she had the dazed princess's attention as she slowly, seductively licked her hand clean of her essence, inwardly smirking at the flustered, turned on look that graced her face.

No sooner than her hand and fingers were clean did Sally slant their mouths together, moaning unabashedly and grinding her core against the other's knee. She teased her mouth open and kissed like it was the last thing she'd ever do, tasting herself on her tongue. The bat moaned her appreciation, gripping the other woman by her thighs and getting off the bed, blindly making her way to her bathroom. It took her several minutes to find it, mainly because Sally would not let up kissing, touching, and grinding against her without shame. When she did finally manage to find it, she turned the doorknob and stepped inside, kicking the door shut. Walking until they now stood inside the shower, Rouge pressed Sally against the wall of the shower, returning her fevered kisses and touches with some of her own, moaning herself from how damn good it felt.

Sally's mind was in a pleasurable fog. She supposed she should be surprised and maybe ashamed of herself for apparently having wild, crazy sex with Rouge, Shadow, and both of them at the same time, but honestly? Sally did not give two shits about it, regardless of how bizarre and crazy the whole ordeal itself appeared to be. It wasn't as if she was a prude or anything. She's had plenty of sex and multiple partners and enjoyed herself immensely. Why should this be any different?

Plus, she was really good friends with them both; they all got along beautifully, so she shouldn't let something like sex make her afraid of talking to them, looking at them in the eyes, or doing it again. And yes, they were definitely doing this shit again because why the fuck not? Why question a good thing? And Sally was never one to look a gift horse in the fucking mouth. After all, good things sometimes come in threes.