Prologue

It was a white void, unfamiliar and alien, and yet it was one she had seen so many times before. It was a huge and empty space, stretching on indefinitely, pearly and cold. Red flakes suddenly danced past her eyes; Rose petals skipping so lightly through the heavy air. Only when they fell could she see the ground, scattered about like dreams. Her vision stuttered in a sudden spasm, and there he was.

He stood there vividly against the white world, black fur and red striped quills arching towards the marble sky .Those quills stirred in the breeze that treated the rose petals so kindly, that breeze she couldn't feel. He wore no clothes other than strange shoes and white gloves; he didn't seem to need them. His eyes were crimson red, flaming and exuding power, even from a distance. They held her in place with their magnificence, striking a chord deep within her. They were proud, swirling, and deep; secretive yet enticing her to look closer, look deeper. His face held no expression that she could read, his tan lips pressed together in a seamless line. His fur was pure ebony, a powerful backdrop for the plume of white fur that blazed across his strong chest.

The hedgehog simply stood there, looking at her. He didn't move. There was no sound but for the delicate whispers of the wind around them. She hated it, the distance between them, how far apart they were. She wanted him closer. She wanted him here, before her so she could gaze into those depthless eyes; memorize every inch of his face, his body. These drastic feelings were not like her, but she didn't care much about her own personality. In this blank world, he was everything to her. He was the only thing she should see, the only thing that mattered.

He was before her in the time it took to blink; the air that carried the petals distorted, small spots of red now flying in every direction in a chaotic burst. She didn't see this, however aware of it she was. She didn't wonder at how he'd simply appeared. He was here, less than a foot away from her, staring into her own eyes with such a force, it felt as though his gaze was brushing against her very soul, touching her heart with traveling fingers. The sensation; she couldn't breathe. Their noses were a hair away from touching. His body gave off warmth that was smoothly and steadily addicting, gracing her fur in gentle waves and sinking through her skin. She longed to touch him, the need so great it was a sharp edged pain inside her.

His eyelids lowered; his face changed to an expression that she was still unable to read, but it stimulated her senses. She could smell him, his scent swirling in her head, indescribable and heady. She could feel the air he breathed, see every strand of fur lining his arms, his chest, his face−

The feel of his palm against her cheek was such, that all thought emptied from her mind. The touch was so light and yet, so meaningful. His gaze was stronger than ever, almost hungry. As if he were starving for something only she could give. She would give; willingly she would give to him. Surely he could see it in her eyes. Could he?

His hand slowly slid down to her neck, his dark face falling forward. Her breathing stopped, all sensation leaving her except his touch, which burned like an icy fire. Her eyes shut, her heart thundering against her chest in a frantic beating, willing this to go on, but scared of the unknown, of what lay beyond.

She could feel him, his face pressing against hers so softly, so warmly. His breath, a tiny flame of heat, dashed across her lips…


And another brain-child hits the net. (sigh) Oh well, I'm actually excited for this one. I'll continue this based on the general feedback I get.