Just Another Random Inspiration
What to do? She couldn't sleep and had a job to do the next morning. She tried to read a book that she wanted to start, but by the second chapter she had lost interest, and picking it up now, she would have to start all over. And that was not about to happen.
She even tried to write a story, or journal entry. But due to her lack of sleep, and original ideas nothing came to mind, so she gave up on that.
She lay sprawled out underneath the warn covers on her blue, green, and purple striped bed. Pencil in her mouth, notebook covering her face, eyes closed, but not asleep.
Her ear twitched when she heard the door crack open and her name somewhat growled in a low, serious voice.
"Rouge?"
She lay still and chooses not to answer the all-too-familiar voice.
Wondering what Knuckles wanted, she decides to peek at him, barley opening her left eye she saw him walking toward her bed.
"Rouge?" he asked again.
To keep him going, she made her face twitch but still keeping an eye on him.
Knuckles carefully lifted the notebook away from her face, and gently took the pencil from her teeth watching her mouth close and adjust to the empty space.
His large hand touches her head and begins to knead her temples. His thumb and forefinger traced her forehead, between her eyes, just under them, and back up to her brow. Her smoothly strokes her head, and finished by tracing the outline of her right ear which twitches at the sudden contact.
Once again she peers at him as he leans his head close to hers.
'Nope! You'll have to work for me today!' Rouge plots. Before he has a chance to kiss her, she rolls over to her right side away from Knuckles. She couldn't help smiling at the exasperated "hmph" form Knuckles, so she covers her face with a nonchalantly clenched fist that often comes with exhaustion.
Feeling Knuckles knee calmly and carefully placed on her bed, she unhurriedly bent her left knee up the middle of her twin bed. Quite pleased with the echidna's reply.
"Hmph… one would think she's conscious…"
Rouge smirked; her eyes still closed, and face still covered. For a while, she allowed Knuckles to ponder how he would get to her tonight. But eventually slowly turned over to her right, facing the now happy to see his chance Knuckles. He began to lift the sheets.
'Not that easy!' Rouge, thinking quickly and places her hand face down where he would have laid.
'Hmph. Two can play at this game.' Knuckles smirked. He very lightly, with two fingers picks up Rouge's hand by her wrist and places it on her rising and falling stomach.
"And if you're really asleep, your conscious won't mind that small movement."
Rouge had to fight to keep her face expressionless and relaxed. However, she was truly impressed with how good Knuckles had gotten at their game.
Knuckles slowly and carefully climbs into the bed and faces the white bat.
For a while, all he does is take in the beauty of it all, her peaceful sleeping face. 'She kinda looks like a baby when she sleeps.' Knuckled thought as he moves a stray hair out of her face.
Cuddling closer to her, he takes her in his masculine arms, and holds her protectively, chuckling…
"I win."