This is just a little drabble that popped into my head. Don't kill me, please. All rights reserved to Sega. I own none of the characters.
Wave POV
I felt him shift, felt him move. I opened my left eye to look down at him. A leaf had landed on his nose, and it threatened to wake him. I reached out with me hand and gently swiped it off. He was cute, and I adored the little guy, but I just couldn't let anyone else know about it... Not even him. That's why I invited him to the Air-Docks, and instead of meeting him, I sneaked up behind him, and chopped his neck, effectively putting him to sleep. It wasn't easy carrying him and his new Extreme Gear board all the way out here...
I looked up and saw his house, not even 300 feet from us. I shifted a little, getting more comfortable against the tree, and pulling him up against me more. He lay, his head resting against the side of my breasts, his legs extended before him, his hands folded over his stomach, and his lips pulled back in a small grin. If I didn't know any better, I'd think he was awake...
"Tails?~" My voice was soft and velvety.
He hummed something along the lines of "No, breast pillows good", before rolling, his head falling into my lap, and curling into himself, his tails covering most of him as he slumbered in my lap gently.
I reached down, my talons feather-lightly slid into his fur, and started to scratch the top of his head. The sound from his throat was something between a purr, and a growl of pleasure. This wasn't all gain on my side, I'll have you know. I'm leaving him our Chaos Emerald, I remember him saying something about it in our last race. Shit, the sun's going down, I gotta get back...
I slid out from under him, carefully lay his head down, as I slide the emerald into his hands, and he clutched it like a doll. I leaped on my gear, and circled once, giving a last, tear-filled glance, before I rocketed off into the sunset.
Normal POV Two weeks later.
Wave Swallow stood, ready, her partners Jet and Storm to her left, and to her right, was the object of her current affection, though she let none know it, Tails. To his left was his friends, Knuckles, and Sonic.
Tails turned his head and saw the start lights coming. This was a 6 way match, and the winner go bragging rights about the best gear for the next month. Tails smirked, and reached up, watching in front of him as he elbow's Wave's shoulder softly. "Hey Wave."
The Swallow sneered and looked at him. "What do you want, Shorty?"
Tails looked up to her, his hand sliding into her pocket as she could feel a Chaos Emerald in the pocket of her tight short-shorts, the rest of the competitors shocked at Tails' actions.
"Breasts make good pillows." It was all he needed to say. The other stood around bewildered, and the light passed over them, phasing none but tails as he took off running, and launched his Gear, soon followed by Storm, who caught on to the distraction, Sonic and Knuckles, then Jet.
Wave, on the other hand, stood there, frozen in place even as they rounded the curve and blew past her, heading into lap two, the final lap. He was awake... He was awake when she... She stood, rooted to the spot, whether it be fear of shock, she stood, even long into the night, neither Jet nor Storm being able to snap her out of her funk. He knew...
The End! (Maybe?)
