A/N: Alright! This is going to be a story specifically for one-shots or drabbles for SonAmy that are SMUTTY. Much similar to what Miss Ecchi already does with her story "No More Boundaries." And speaking of Miss Ecchi, this first story was actually her request, so... I do hope you enjoy. I know she did.

His eyes never left her as she unraveled the sports tape from around her waist, his brow haunched slightly.

"Is this a personal strip show?"

She turned to him, still holding the sports tape. "You're the one who spilt Knuckles' soda on my dress!"

"And then I followed you home."

"Which makes you deserving of?" Her eyes flickered dangerously, though not threateningly.

"A little show, perhaps."

"From me?"

"Yes, from you!" He threw himself on the couch, not quite catching her mischievous expression. "Now, on with it, Ames." He winked, letting his eyes explore her- for now- clothed body.

She moved forward, purposefully making a show out of dropping the pinkish colored sports tape down. And then placed her hands on his knees, leaning in to his face. "Who said you have a right to demand something like that from me?"

"I'm the team leader, Ames." His smirk widened, and then she heard him tap the screen on his wrist communicator a few times before a sultry melody started playing, "And as such, I have the right to demand anything of my team members as I wish."

He expression tightened, though she still kept it sexy, keeping up with his joking humor. Then she moved her hands up his legs, puffing out her chest slightly. "Then could I have a little help with these buttons?"

He smiled, loving her playing along with his little game, "Of course."

He lifted his hands, unclasping the first button, never breaking eye contact with her. Then the second button. Then, trailing his hand down further, the third, and final button. Allowing the dress to fall open as she shrugged it off her shoulders, sitting on his lap.

Her arms fell around his shoulders, as she leaned her forehead against his. "Is that what you wanted?" Her voice was low, but the smirk remained.

"You know damn well I want more."

Her smirk widened, "Very well, captain." With that, she let her lips fall into contact with his, her hands slowly working on the knot securing his scarf around his neck.

Once it was undone, she pulled herself back, giving him a grin before plopping the scarf across his face, covering his eyes. Leaping off his lap.

However, when he pulled the scarf off, he was met with her back. Her... BARE back. Noticing her arms folded across her chest and her bra laying on the floor. "I thought you were supposed to be stripping yourself, not me?" He held up the scarf for a second, to make his point.

"Ever heard of dramatic effect?"

He smiled again, going to wrap his arms around her waist, "I certainly have."

She pulled away thought, clicking her tongue. And slightly turning to him, "In a strip show, you can look, but you can't touch."

Then she dropped her arms.

Chaos, he thought she was beautiful.