Whatever Rouge wants, Rouge gets. It was in her nature to use her beauty and sexuality on anyone weak enough to fall for her charms. And right now, she wanted a free drink at one of the hottest night clubs on the block.
After Team Dark successfully defused three of Eggman's bombs and destroyed one of his bases, Commander Tower was courteous enough to grant them three days off. Three, glorious days of freedom and relaxation. Knowing that her handsome, dark ally wouldn't want to go anywhere outside of Rouge's apartment, she decided to treat herself and went out of town. Now, the ivory bat was window-shopping on the streets of Myrtle Avenue, and flirting with bartenders for shots of tequila.
She was draped in a low cut, backless red dress that showed off her shapely and fantastic legs. Her large breasts were practically popping out of her dress, the tiny strapless bra underneath barely doing anything to support them. She was wearing a thong rather than her usual lacy underwear to ensure that the skin tight outfit would show off her rear in the best way possible. Of course, the dress had to hug every curve on her perfectly sculpted body. Rouge smiled at the men who couldn't keep their eyes to themselves, lowering her eyelids to show off her sultry eyeshadow. After a few quips and suggestive remarks, it was clear that the bartender wanted his money's worth – literally – and wasn't responding positively to the vibes the temptress was giving him. If she couldn't put the moves on him, she would need to find another target.
As if on cue, a green hedgehog emerged from the flashing lights and swarm of gyrating bodies on the dancefloor. The first thing Rouge noticed was the Bulgari watch he wore on his right wrist, it glistened against the fluorescent lighting and shone with such brilliance that Rouge almost felt hypnotized by it. She knew then and there that he would be the one to save her a good amount of rings that would be well spent on some new clothes. And fortunately, the first thing that green hedgehog noticed, was her.
He sat on the stool next to her, drinking in her beautiful figure. Rouge smiled and crossed her legs, her dress folding and rising a bit as she did so, giving him more to drool over. He grinned at her, showing off his pearly whites and giving Rouge a moment to acknowledge just how attractive he actually was. She felt her heart skip a beat at the thought of what they could do for the rest of the night, and the loud music and smell of sweat only added to the excitement.
"I love your dress." He said, looking into her teal eyes before settling his gaze on her breasts. And yet, Rouge didn't seem to mind.
"I love your watch…" Was her response as she subconsciously twirled tufts of her white fur whilst biting her lip.
"Oh, this?" He smirked, waving it around as if it was a prize to be won, "I snatched it off a guy down in Central City."
Rouge laughed, raising an eyebrow. "Nobody likes a pit pocket."
"Indeed, but I wasn't planning on paying for one." He responded, scooting his stool closer to her. Of course, Rouge, scooted hers closer to him as well, making sure they were close enough for him to be able to smell her perfume.
"Excuse me if I'm being too forward, but shit… you are sexy. Way too sexy to be here all alone." He smiled at her, focusing on her actual face instead of body, then closing his eyes to take another whiff of her alluring scent.
"Well, excuse me if I'm being too forward, but… I was about to say the same thing to you, handsome." She lowered her eyelids, "And call me Rouge."
"The name's Scourge," was his reply, and he held out his hand to hers. She took it and shook, and right as she did, he lifted her hand to his lips, and planted a soft one on her.
"Scourge… I love it." She smiled, leaning forward so they were even closer to one another, while giving him an even better view of her breasts.
"It isn't as lovely as your name, Miss Rouge. Can I buy you a drink?"
"Who am I to say no to an offer like that?" Rouge said deviously, laughing as she did so.
He smiled at her, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his wallet.
Hook, line and sinker.
"Two strawberry margaritas, on the rocks please." He winked at Rouge, who silently nodded in approval.
"You have good taste." She commented, trying her best to not let her eyes drift down to that watch.
"I know. I mean, out of all the babes in this place I picked you, right?" He said jokingly. Rouge felt a bit of a pang at this comment, finding it to be the slightest bit sexist, but she refused to fully acknowledge it. She didn't dare let her facial expression falter.
The bartender set their drinks down, eyeing Scourge suspiciously as if he were going to attempt to slip something into Rouge's drink. Fortunately, Rouge knew how to look out for himself, and Scourge didn't even lay a finger on her margarita.
She grabbed the drink, parting her glossy lips and allowing the tangy yet sweet liquid slide down her throat. Since she knew it would be the first of many, she didn't try too hard to savor every single sip of it. And neither did Scourge.
After a few more drinks, it was clear to Rouge that Scourge was buzzed, but she hadn't reached the pinnacle of her fun just yet. As a lady, Rouge had learned how to hold her liquor, and she still had enough brains to make sure nobody pulled any funny business on her. She grabbed Scourge, whose head had been flat on the bar table and yanked him out of his seat. He stared at her confusedly for a moment, before regaining his 'cool-guy' demeanor. But on Rouge, it wasn't working. She was always the player, never the one to get played. And it was clear to her that this hedgehog in particular probably had skills in breaking hearts, but boy, was he going to learn tonight.
"Do you… you want another drink?" He slurred, but she laughed and shook her head.
"I want to dance with you." She told him, grabbing both of his hands, and placing one of them on her fantastic hips, and the other tantalizingly close to her right breast. "With your hands here." She said, with that sultry smile that could make almost any man melt before her feet.
His eyes widened, but he nodded profusely, taking her manicured hand into his and leading her to the dancefloor eagerly. Right as he was about to reposition his hands, Rouge instantly turned around, giving him a view of her round rear. Suggestive music was blasting and Rouge was right on beat. She grinded and popped, locked, and dropped against Scourge's body, pushing her ass into his crotch and giggling when she felt something poking out against her. She looked back slightly, just enough to note how he was staring at her as they continued to dirty dance. He began caressing her body and touching her everywhere. As his hand felt her inner thigh, she felt the cold sensation of metal pressed against her skin, and smirked when she noticed his Bulgari watch inching towards her thong.
"Scourge, we're still in public, you naughty, naughty boy…" She breathed, but didn't actually mind at all. She brought his hand up to her delicate flower, knowing it's what he's been after the entire time. She moved her body rhythmically against his as he tried to feel as much of her as he could with all the clothing that was in between them. While he was busy groping her, she rubbed on the arm that he was wearing his watch on, and in one swift motion, skillfully unlatched the watch from his hand, slipping it into her strapless bra. They danced for a few more rounds, then Rouge eventually pulled him out of the swarm of sweaty bodies, planting a kiss on his cheek. He blinked for a few moments, it took him a while to realize they were no longer dancing.
"What's wrong, babe? Everything okay?" He asked.
"It's all good, I just need to use the restroom. Don't wait up." She winked, then without waiting for a response, she turned around and strutted on out of the club, and never looked back.
The next morning…
"I'm home!" Rouge sang, dropping her keys on the table and skipping along to the living room happily. She was still wearing her sexy red dress, which got her discounts on a lot of the clothes she purchased. She had several shopping bags in her hand and a Bulgari watch on her wrist, life couldn't get any better.
"Hmph." Was her roommate's unimpressed response, he didn't even bother to acknowledge her or look her way. His eyes were glued to the TV.
"What are you watching that's so important?" Rouge asked, puzzled. But yet again, the black and red hedgehog gave her no response.
Frowning, Rouge walked over and sat next to Shadow, looking at the TV show he was watching. It was a reality show called 'Player Gets Played,' and sardonically reminded her of last night with Scourge, the handsy hedgehog – whose gullibility rivaled that of a certain echidna she knew.
Gee, I sure wonder how he's doing…
She snapped herself out of that thought immediately. The only reason Rouge was interested in Angel Island was for the large, green emerald that she could never successfully steal. That, and there were many secrets on that island that Rouge was interested in. Then, maybe after that, she was somewhat overwhelmed by the stubborn, hotheaded guardian.
"Shadow, wanna hang out?" Rouge asked suddenly.
His reply was just about as sudden as her question.
"No." He deadpanned.
"Oh, come on!"
"You knew I was going to say no. That's why you went out of town in the first place."
"It doesn't hurt to ask again. You NEVER go anywhere with me. You need to stop being so sulky."
"Why? So I can watch you flash your tatas to some creep that's twice your age and get a galaxy named after you?" He asked sarcastically, "Nice watch by the way."
Rouge smiled, looking at her newest prized possession. "Thanks, I – wait a minute! HEY!"
He chuckled, though there was practically no smile on his face and it was the most monotonous 'laugh' Rouge had ever heard. Sometimes Shadow's lack of emotion genuinely surprised her, though she had been around the reclusive hedgehog for quite some time.
"Shadow, what exactly are you trying to imply?"
"Don't ask questions you already know the answer to, batgirl." He said, his crimson eyes finally sliding over to meet her teal ones. "You've always been… outgoing when it comes to men. You may want to slow down. One of these days, they're going to take your winks too seriously and literally name a planet after you."
"Planet Rouge… sounds lovely." Rouge smirked. Shadow rolled his eyes, focusing in on the TV show he was watching. It was unlike him to be entertained by a show with such little substance.
"Is this really all that fascinating to you, Shadow? Do you really enjoy this show?"
He shook his head. "I'd rather watch this than go outside, though. I'll give you that."
Rouge frowned, standing up. She couldn't stay in one place for too long. Having three days off from being an agent may mean binge watching TV shows for anyone else, and that's what it usually meant to Rouge, but now she felt like taking the time to explore and go to new places and truly drink in the sights and scenery. She went to amazing places while doing various tasks for G.U.N. alongside Shadow and Omega, but hardly had time to take in the scenery because there were always other priorities. Now, Rouge was not going to take her time off for granted. Of course she wouldn't do anything too audacious, like jetting off to Paris, but she could work with her surroundings.
…Or, maybe the surroundings of another area she was familiar with. Feeling herself give into her secret desire of scouring Angel Island and possibly making another petty attempt to grab the large emerald she had lusted after for so long, Rouge stood up, taking her overpriced watch off and placing it carefully in her room. She knew Shadow well enough to know he wouldn't care for the watch, seeing it as another meaningless material good. She slipped into her usual jumpsuit with the pink heart breastplate, and put her boots on, ready to go treasure hunting.
"It hasn't been an hour since you got home, and you're leaving again?" Shadow asked, leaning forward to face Rouge again.
"I'm heading to Angel Island for a little treasure hunting. Did you wanna come with?" She smirked, knowing his answer already.
He didn't respond, simply slouched on the couch with his usual scowl. Rouge rolled her eyes, the smile disappearing as she left the apartment yet again, in search of something far more valuable than her watch. She exited her apartment and looked towards the sky. The weather was nice, and the skies were clear. It was the perfect day to search for gems on a floating island. She allowed her wings to stretch, and got ready to take flight.
Once Rouge was high in the sky and nearing Angel Island, rather than showing Knuckles up at the altar, she took a detour and decided to descend into the greenery and do a bit of exploring. She landed quietly and gracefully on the island, taking a moment to admire the beauty and nature. All the plants on the island were healthy. All the trees stood tall, and the water sparkled underneath sun. Rouge couldn't help wondering what it would be like to actually live on the island, it was so pure compared to the industrialized and polluted world beneath it. The island was quite literally a heaven of some sort. Unfortunately the Master Emerald attracted pests and thieves – such as herself – and if the emerald ever was moved, the island would sink. This wasn't the first time Rouge had taken the time to think about this, and whenever she did, she felt trodden with guilt for giving Knuckles such a hard time with his emerald. It was all he really seemed to have. However, one argument with him was all she needed to be reminded that they were not friends, and he wasn't worthy of her sympathy.
Rouge looked around at the plants, allowing her fingertips to lightly touch the leaves and branches, smiling when she got morning dew on her hands. She took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of nature, finding the simplest plants and admiring their beauty. After walking for a while she noticed the altar coming closer into view. Her stomach turned. For some reason the thought of seeing Knuckles there made her want to turn around, though she wasn't sure why. Just a few moments before, she didn't give a damn about what he thought or how he would feel about her trespassing, but she brushed the thoughts behind her. She was too entranced by the beauty of the island to be able to focus full attention on hunting for jewels.
But coincidentally, that was the moment she saw it. As she averted her gaze from the altar ahead, her eyes fell on a large, moss covered rock. And underneath the rock, for a split second, there was a glimmer. For an ordinary person, it wouldn't mean anything. But for a treasure hunter such as Rouge, it meant everything. She knew right away that it was a jewel, but the rock was large and Rouge knew she would have trouble moving it.
But that didn't stop her from trying.
She rushed towards the rock, grabbing it and pushing it with all the force she could possibly give. It just wasn't enough. Rouge was able to throw a punch or two, but her true power was found in her legs. She stepped back, then gave the rock the hardest kick she could, and was satisfied when the rock went tumbling towards the left. The glimmer she had seen turned out to be a diamond, covered by leaves. She rushed forward, grabbing it ever so gently, but as she removed the leaves covering it, she realized that it wasn't just a diamond, but rather a diamond necklace, with several other diamonds attached to it. She was stunned, squinting and holding the necklace close to her eye to make sure it wasn't a fraud. And if it was, she would be able to tell without a doubt. Her entire life had been dependent on the legitimacy of jewels, from the moment she was a young, homeless bat trying to make a few extra rings on the street. But it was real. Even the chain that laced all the diamonds together was silver, which was impressive despite not being as valuable. Rouge didn't hesitate to put the necklace on, desperately itching to find a mirror so she could see how good it looked on her.
Still, she couldn't help wondering why there was such an exquisite necklace on the island. It was incredibly beautiful, and Rouge decided that she wouldn't stir up any drama with the 'big, bad guardian' today. Instead, she turned around and decided to walk back a bit and find a nice clearing, then leave the island wordlessly. She could always harass Knuckles on another day. As she was walking though, a deep voice stopped her in her tracks. Her heart nearly stopped when she heard it.
"And where the hell do you think you're going?" He demanded.
Rouge slowly turned around, facing the fuming echidna. It had been a couple of months since her last visit to Angel Island, and in that time it was clear that Knuckles hadn't slacked off in his training. His arms were much bulkier than the last time she'd seen him. He was as handsome as ever, with some of the finest shoulders she had ever seen. She tried not to display too much interest in his body, but his dedication to staying fit paid off – and made it quite difficult.
"Oh… hi Knuckles. Didn't see ya there." She laughed nervously.
His eyes widened and jaw dropped when he noticed the elaborate necklace she had been wearing. His eyes flashed to the rock that she kicked aside.
"Wha… you… How…!?"
Rouge blinked a couple of times, noticing that he was staring at her chest, and hoping that it was because he was admiring her rather large 'assets,' and not the diamond necklace she was attempting to run off with.
"Erm, what do you mean?" She asked, crossing her arms and trying to push her breasts up higher.
He stepped forward and reflexively, she stepped back. He shook his sooty mitt at her.
"I'm talking about that necklace… on your… well, your neck of course! That's mine, and I made sure it was hidden under that rock so you wouldn't be able to get it!"
"Oh, you didn't think I was strong enough to move it, didja?" Rouge said tauntingly, giving him a toothy smile and showing off her fangs.
Knuckles growled.
"God, I can't stand you! You're so pathetic, always bothering me here and trying to steal everything important from me. Well I'm sick of it! Give me that necklace back or you'll be sorry."
The smile vanished in an instant.
"If this necklace means so much to you, it would be right next to your stupid emerald. I'm not giving it back, finders keepers, losers weepers!" It was an immature thing to say, but Rouge couldn't help acting immature around Knuckles sometimes.
"I'm not joking, Rouge. Give me the necklace." He growled, walking closer to her.
Rouge surveyed her options. There was no way in hell she would give the necklace back, especially given how much of an asshole Knuckles was being about it. The altar was much closer than the clearing that she had tried to walk towards, which was evident in how fast Knuckles was able to catch up to her. So she knew which escape route she would take. Bending down slowly, she picked up a stick from the ground, then instantly hurled it towards Knuckles's face. It jabbed him right in the eye, and he let out a pained cry, taking a moment to nurse the pain away. While he was preoccupied with his eye, Rouge took that moment to make a beeline towards the altar. Knuckles noticed this, and quickly recovered, running after the sneaky bat.
"Come back here! Give me that necklace!" He yelled.
Rouge ignored him, panting and sprinting as fast as she possibly could. She smiled as the full warmth of the sun hit her, and they were out of the foresty part of the island. She was nearing the edge of the island, and was ready to spread her wings and fly off. But right before she could, Knuckles tackled her, sending her into the grass face first. Her head was smashed in the ground, leaving her dazed momentarily, but she quickly stood up, turning around only to be met by Knuckles' fist. He punched her in the arm, but the momentum was enough to send her flying back into the ground.
Damnit, that hurt… He's going to pay.
She sneered at him, lying back on both arms, then swinging her hips up and bringing her knees back before jutting them out right as he charged towards her again. The impact sent him flying as well.
"Oof…" he grunted, rubbing his legs, but he still stood up and held his fists up menacingly. Rouge ran towards him, ducking when he went in for another punch, and then trying to catch him off guard by doing one of her low kicks. However, he knew her strategy a bit too well and jumped right on beat. She continued to try to disarm him with kicks, while he countered with punches. It was futile. They were matched in strength and speed, as if destined to fight together, not against each other.
Still, she wasn't leaving the island injured and empty-handed. To do so would leave both her and her ego wounded – and that could NOT happen. Rouge attempted to kick Knuckles in the head, but midair he caught her leg. Instantly, she bent backwards, swinging her leg backward and sending Knuckles over her head, and crashing into some green foliage. The leaves cushioned his fall, and he was back on his feet, charging towards her again, then without hesitation, he punched her in the chest. She tried her best not to fall over completely, but did stagger. She held onto her boobs and grit her teeth. He had managed to hit her where it hurt.
"Ouch." She growled, fighting back tears as she raised her own fist to punch him in the gut, but he caught her fist instantly and pulled her to the ground, then attempted to pin her down. At first he was succeeding, considering he was much stronger than Rouge when it came to arm strength. Unfortunately for him, Rouge knew how to put up a fight. She kicked, screamed, even spit in his face to get him off of her. Knuckles closed his eyes and grimaced in disgust, before extending his grubby hands towards the necklace. As soon as he did so, Rouge kneed him in the groin area, to which he shouted in pain. His grip on her arms had loosened, and Rouge took the moment to shove him off of her and stand up. She was close to freedom, close to flying off the island and keeping the diamond necklace forever. But Knuckles was determined to get that necklace back. As she staggered towards the island's edge, she felt a tug at the back of her jumpsuit. She was forcefully turned around, facing Knuckles as he slid his arm around her waist and pulled her close to him.
"Let me go!" She hissed, expecting him to rip it off her neck immediately.
"If you won't give me the necklace," He said in a voice Rouge almost would have considered alluring if he didn't have such a callous expression on his face, "Then let me try a different approach…"
Their faces were inches apart, his sweet breath was gently slapping Rouge's face. She stopped struggling momentarily, trying to absorb what exactly was happening at that exact moment. It's as if his emotions did a 360. His eyes were an unusually darker shade of purple. She could see fire in his eyes, she ALWAYS saw fire in his eyes. There was something else though. Hatred, yes, but…
Then his lips crashed into hers. Rouge's eyes widened, before closing instinctively. But she was totally lost. He was… kissing her. He adjusted himself so that his hands were on both sides of her waist, and somewhere along the line he had taken his gloves off because she could feel his fingers massaging deep circles into her hips. And it felt amazing. Her heart was beating at a speed that rivaled Sonic's running abilities, and though she should've been suspicious, the way he was touching her was dangerously distracting.
She pushed him away gently, looking into his eyes.
"What are you trying to pull on me?" She asked, her hands propped on his chest. She was trying to look curious, but she probably looked nervous. Her hands were shaking. It was strange, the power she seemingly allowed Knuckles to have over her, her confidence and charms never worked on him.
He didn't say anything, only leaned in and kissed Rouge again, and she slowly felt her arms sliding up and latching onto his neck.
She felt his tongue poking, demanding entrance. She slightly parted them and allowed him in. Their tongues did a fiery dance, battled for victory and dominance - akin to their fighting. Rouge's cheeks flared up and she pulled him in closer until her chest was squished against his abs. She could taste the sweetness of grapes on his lips, and it only succeeded in heightening her arousal, as she knew the echidna's infatuation with grapes all too well. Her knees felt weaker than before as he nipped, bit and tugged at her bottom lip, which was beginning to feel sore from all the attention it was getting. If there was one thing Rouge had learned in all of her encounters with Knuckles, it's that he wasn't gentle. While that may be overwhelming for most women, Rouge secretly loved it, mainly because she wasn't afraid to come back to him just as roughly. And judging by the way she was reacting to his hot kisses, he was well aware of it.
He began sliding his hands up and down her body, as if memorizing every single curve. His hands lowered until he grabbed her round butt, which he didn't hesitate to squeeze. Rouge pulled herself away from his lips to squeal in delight. And he continued to squeeze and massage her ass, even smacking it for her.
"Ah, Knuckles…" Rouge moaned dreamily as he moved to her neck, sucking certain spots of her skin and leaving kisses everywhere. He kept one hand focused on her rear end, then moved another one up into her pure ivory fur, stroking it softly. Rouge wanted to get her fair share, so she knotted her fingers in Knuckles red fur, moving her hands up and down and feeling the muscles concealed by the fur on his chest. He continued to kiss her neck with a surprising tenderness she had never witnessed in him before. She felt his warm tongue begin sliding around, lower, lower… until he was closer to her breasts.
Desperate for his lips to be on hers again, Rouge cupped Knuckles' face and brought him back up. She leaned in and kissed him, enjoying the feel of his lips against hers. She could feel the smile on his face as he kissed her fervently, playing with her butt for a couple of moments before moving back to her hips. He pulled away and nibbled at her ear teasingly.
"I've always wanted to do this to you…" He whispered, sending chills down her spine.
"J-just keep touching me…" Rouge stammered, realizing how flustered she was in the heat of the moment. Everything they were doing felt wrong yet right at the same time. She was never flustered, not even in moments like this. Had it been any other guy she was kissing, such as Scourge from last night, she would have been confident, powerful, in charge. But now, all she wanted was for Knuckles to continue pleasuring her in ways she had experienced countless times before, that felt mysteriously new to her at the moment.
"As you wish." He smirked, planting kisses on her cheeks and head, and deep into her snow white fur. His hands slid up to her breasts, squeezing them together, which earned a heavy sigh from the curvaceous bat. Soon her nipples had grown erect at Knuckles' touch, and he gently twisted them around, enjoying how Rouge had reacted. She could hardly grasp onto any rational thoughts when an extremely hot echidna was playing with some of the most sensitive parts of her body. She moaned, rubbing Knuckles' shoulders as she did so.
She felt an odd satisfaction from having him fondle her breasts and butt. Usually, guys would fawn over her body, but Knuckles had always seemed disinterested in her body – and more interested in keeping her away from his emerald. Now, he was all over her, touching her and teasing her. It didn't make sense, this sudden interest…
It clicked to her a little too late when his fingers gently made their way from her breasts to her arms, and from her arms to her shoulders, and slowly but carefully… to her neck.
That bastard.
Rouge retracted immediately, wiping the saliva from her lips, and pulling her breastplate up to try and cover up as much as possible. This was a rare incident in which Rouge felt absolute humiliation.
How could I have been so stupid?
Knuckles smiled at her victoriously, dangling the necklace out in front of her. Any signs of desire he may have had towards her seemingly vanished. He was as unimpressed by her body and 'charms' as he had been before.
"You…" Even worse, she hadn't realized that they were at the island's edge.
"This is what you wanted, right? You ran towards the altar so you could fly off the island… Well, I can help you with that." He grabbed her by the waist and turned her around again, but this time she was facing the vast sky. Without any hesitation or remorse, he pushed her off the edge, sending her flying towards the bustling streets of Station Square.
"Good riddance, lousy bat." He muttered loud enough for Rouge to hear. Her ears twitched and she was too shocked to be able to fully process what was happening. The wind was slapping her face. It was cold, harsh, and painful. Three feelings she'd felt at what Knuckles did to her.
She unfolded her wings, allowing them to catch wind, and began flying towards her apartment. Once she arrived at her doorstep, she took a moment to rest outside before going in. Her heart was still beating at a ridiculously high speed. Finally, she entered her apartment, trying to walk as steadily as possible, which was difficult because she felt wobbly at her knees. Shadow was still being a bum, and still slouched on the couch watching TV. He was watching that same TV show 'Player Gets Played.' And this time, Rouge felt as though she'd been slapped, because she realized that Knuckles had done to her what she had done to Scourge.
"That stinkin' echidna… I'll show him…" She murmured, her fists clenched.
"Hm? Did you say something?" Shadow asked, though Rouge knew he didn't really care.
She didn't even bother addressing his question, she was too mad to do so.
"I'll get that diamond necklace." She said, pausing to touch her lips. "…And then some."
a/n: Of course I would start a new story when I still need to finish my other ones... This story is going to be a three parter. Yep, only 3 chapters because I suck at multi-chapter stories, I really do. It's rated T for now, but will be rated M when I update it. c;