vulpirin asked:
Do you ever think sonic would ever kiss Amy in the heat of the moment and not even realize he's doing it until it's too late in the modern universe? And if so can you write a prompt about it?
cutegirlmayra answered:
Emm… EMMMM.. the Canon me wants to say that SEGA would have to really have loosened their previous grip on keeping Sonic and Amy all about the 'chase' factor. But the me who studies Character and sees Sonic progressing throughout his life would say that 'spur of the moment' kissing–especially a first one– would definitely be a plausible way to get Sonamy progressing and show that Sonic has grown as well.
But not realizing it? I could see him doing it quickly and then realizing 'hey, this isn't bad.' (kinda like SheldonxAmy from Big Bang moment.) and after a minute of figuring himself out, he may actually allow another to slip, but that would require a huge emotion surge with an intensity that was built through high-stakes. (my theory that Sonamy can only really work through tragedy, or a great deal of emotions and drama that compels them together.)
But having said that… here's an idea I had on the matter of Modern Sonamy… *Please imagine that great stakes already happened and they've been through a lot since presently opening with this scene…
Prompt:
Amy walked ahead of Sonic, hands together and in front of her, bouncing with each cute, peacefully charming step she took through the woods.
Her head was down, chatting up about random things, as Sonic listened to the echoes of the forest… the rivers and birds… then he looked straight at Amy's back.
Muscles moving, nothing new.
He raised his eyes a little bit.
Her hair bobbed with each stepped, and she animated herself by moving her head up and around at the pretty forest scenery, then giggling and looking ahead again.
She turned back only once and smiled by squinting her eyes in glee towards him, seeing him slightly paying attention to her anyway, or seeming like it, and advanced on.
He found himself drawn towards the middle part of her large, bundled quills. Each strand pressed down and securely with the others.
Something heated up in his fingers, and he itched to at least touch one out of place.
Something about making her imperfect all of a sudden graced his mind and he took the small tip of her large bundle of back quills and felt around at the ends that slightly poked at his fingertips.
It was the sensation they wanted, he realized. As the fire simmered down and he flicked one out, rubbing it to stand up straight as was the nature of when quills were activated.
He kept a neutral face the entire time, but his eyes kept her in the corner of his attention, making sure she didn't notice.
Then, his finger twitched for another feeling.
He looked down at the white rim of her red dress.
He lowered his eyes further to see her tail and feet, disappearing with each flap of its hop-like design bouncing with her movements.
He smiled in his mind, thinking her kinda funny, before allowing his hand to lightly, making sure once more he went undetected with a fast shift of his lazy eyes to the back of her head and then began to fell the fabric through his gloved hand.
Some grim from his glove inked a bit off into the white, but that only made his mental smile expose itself for a fleeting second to his face.
He had made her imperfect. Touchable. It wasn't such a sin anymore to want to feel what it was like. Having even a little bit of her between his fingertips…
He felt like an infant, gripping the ends of a woman's dress and following after her, but at the same time… he didn't want to let go.
These feelings had started to boil under the surface of his skin since that horribly suspenseful adventure where he had grabbed Amy from certain doom. Clinging to her hand that felt faint and unsavable, as her body hung from the cliff of magma.
He honestly thought, for a quick moment, that he hadn't saved her.
That thought had been haunting him. It was if it had happened, and perhaps he kept feeling like he needed to touch her to remind himself she was still alive, still well and with him.
But there was something else too.. something that dared him to never let her out of his sights again.
That was what troubled him the most…
"Sonic? Hey! Are you even listening to me!?"
His hand, as quickly as she had stopped to turn, sprang as fast as a darting thief back to his side and gripped his hip.
He turned too, still an avoiding and neutral expression to his face, scanning the scenery on the side of the route they traveled through.
Amy had suggested a walk. He silently conceded, but walks let his mind wander too much, which was why he didn't prefer them as much…
"Sonic? Hey, are you ignoring me?" She peeked around his frame and leaned herself more into his line of view, cutely tilting her head as if questioning he was playing with her or not.
She really was something… so pure and untouched… well, not anymore.
"Hmph." she leaned back, deciding it was play, he concluded. "You usually snap back with a quick… well… quip at this point! Hehe!"
She had one of those laughs and faces you knew were sincere. Straight down to her core, you knew she was giggling. No masks, no mistakes… she was the living embodiment of perfect self-awareness and expression.
"Sometimes… I just like to listen and be quiet, Amy."
She found that a strange reply and he quickly decided to let her believe he was playing with her.
He felt strange but didn't want to let her on to it. And if he wasn't careful, she would start to investigate, and that would be a whirlpool of suffocation for him right now.
He flicked his itching pointer finger up into the air, tipped his lazy toes up, and leaned with a cocky smile to her. "I like to listen to nature. Hear the music or sounds it makes." he walked around her, and then turned his head to the shifting trees and named some of the sounds around him.
"-And you're just one sound that adds to that experience, Amy." he smiled, hands on his hips in a confident manner.
However, he knew it was a facade. Unlike her heart on her delicately smooth sleeve that carried it, he was almost always feeling vulnerable and shy around her.
One wrong move and her perfectness would slip. He would ruin that perfect smile, that headstrong wit, that beautiful way her quills rested down and never spiked up at anyone, not even once.
Jealous suddenly of how anyone could approach her without them defending her, he found his eyes darting to the ground and shifting about.
He sometimes hated thinking.
"So… I'm just noise then?" She folded her arms, musing with a smile and furrowed eyebrows.
She was playing back, he noticed.
He was noticing a lot about her lately…
He looked up and grinned right back with a charming smile. "A special kind of noise."
"Special?" she beamed, leaning forward and dropping her hands, widely outstretched behind her in excited hopes of grandeur meanings.
He leaned back and winked, allowing her hope to linger a moment before walking on. He positioned his fiery hands back behind his head, realizing they wanted a little bit longer of a time to taint her again, but he would have to wait for another ideal moment to do so without her knowledge of it.
He wouldn't plan it. He decided it would just happen the way things always tended to happen when it came to being around Amy Rose…
"Ohh…" she seemed to sound disappointed he abandoned the rest of their game, but he didn't mind her protest.
He heard a moment later the scattering of leaves under her feet, quickly catching up to him, and kept his resting smile so she wouldn't suspect anything now that he was leading the scenic walk.
He closed his hungry eyes, decided to starve himself from looking at the contrast between the pink and green view he once took in a moment ago.
He felt her hurry up along the edge of his side, leaning her head forward to inquire again, as most of the time, her questions were surrounding things about him anyway.
"Hey, Sonic… what'cha been thinking about?"
He removed a hand to give it the satisfaction of at least itching inside his ears, tilting his head lazily to do so. He really didn't have the energy to bolt away, so he allowed himself to remain by her perfect kindnesses and just enjoy the quiet peace that always retained itself around her when she was being restfully pleasant and quaintly chill.
"I don't know. Stuff, I suppose. Sometimes I can think of nothing at all." he could imagine her confused and slightly annoyed expression from not understanding his answer at all, and it amused him to think of her trying to figure it out.
His fingers kept burning so he put them down and looked at them, rubbing and flicking them out as he placed them down and in front of himself.
"Nothing? At all? Even with me right here by your side? Aww…" she sighed, once again disappointed in his reply.
But he expected disappointment, was used to it because he knew how imperfect he was. Even if her image of himself was perfect, he knew he could never be anything more than just… well… what he wanted himself to be.
And he never dreamed of being perfect.
Amy suddenly let out another giggle, and he shifted his eyes to her in curiosity, knowing that was usually the sign that she was playful yet again for another teasing round of the same game with him.
Flirting…
Amy was a master and amateur at flirting.
He knew this, but he kept it to himself. Because it would be dangerous to inform her that at times she was perfect, and at other times, he was glad she wasn't.
To resist her at her perfect attraction would be the ultimate test, but no sin. However, to fake that her charms were off at her worst, would be to insult nature's beautiful way of giving you an escape from temptation.
So he would appease her. Nature and its child. Perfect little Amy Rose. A symbol of its love for life and vitality. Encompassed in one perfect little lady.
She pranced around near some small opening from the road and refused to give him a chance to continue on.
She stopped him in his tracks with every movement of her hyper little body. The way the crevices folded together when she bent, or the sway of her hair as she turned.
She smiled. She never stopped. Perfect people can't feel anything but perfect.
He stopped and watched with what looked to be little interest.
But inside was a roaring to embrace her. To carry her into his arms, and to smother her with the fire of his fingertips, and keep her prickly hairs standing on end in hopes they might push him away.
He hoped they would be able to push him away.
He wanted to get away.
His eyes lingered but his will was too powerful.
He ripped his eyes from the portrait of her enjoying the grassy dirt and light beams of sunlight through the canopies of the trees.
His eyes stung by the pain of his harsh tear from the object they were so fixated on thinking about, but he just kept them close to heal…
Something perfect… gravitates to those who are imperfect.
So they may taint them.
Sonic couldn't be perfect and he wouldn't ever be.
But he knew the sin to taint her was unforgivable. Not enough perfects existed in the world.
He growled out the side of his mouth.
They could make perfect little babies to add to their perfect little numbers of scarce and few.
Amy called and her voice rang through the pronounced sensations of his mind trying to overcome his body.
He turned back to her, almost as if summoned to a fate he couldn't avoid and looked at her puzzlingly.
"Well? What? You looked fine without me." He played, always playing… never more serious than a taunt or flaunting of knowing she wanted him to be closer and that he never would dare step further into the fire.
Like a kid and a match. Though there was only one match left, and he didn't want to waste the fun he had with it by lighting it watching it burn out.
What a sad thing to savor… something that burnt out so quickly.
But Amy… was perfect.
"I'd never be fine without you~ Teehee!" she skipped up to him, wanting to fan the fire he constantly put out with a tight clasp whenever she tried to bring the thought of lighting the single match back.
She was on-point in her game today, where he mentally had to slap his hands together to make sure the flame was fully killed again, but…
He turned his head away from her being so close. Something about today didn't feel quite right.
She was insulted by his indifference and turned away, swishing her arms to move her dress to sway and then held a stance of thought.
He dared to take a quick second to look over and analyze her reaction. A dangerous move… but he ended up caring too much and letting some of the fire slip out to warm her if she began to cry…
"Sonic… do you… like me?"
He felt hot water immediately begin to wash his skin off his bones.
"Like.. who I am? As a person?" she swayed her body back and forth, left to right, looking innocently to the ground as he swallowed, letting a wave of cool spit bring down the warmth inside of him.
Was fate testing him?
Why does it always do that!?
The whites of his eyes showed how truly scared he was of ever letting the fire slip, ever allowing it to touch and burn away the perfectness from her.
Worry-struck, he remained frozen and silent.
"…Do you ever…" she looked up, tilting her head, "Think of me?"
When she turned her head to him, she giggled innocently and kicked the ground before hopping over some grass, as though her perfectness wouldn't allow her to trample over what her mother, Nature, had created in the same likeness of herself.
No… she couldn't sin. It wasn't allowed for something that Mother Nature gifted to be her perfect example of perfectness.
As he continued to remain prejudice and silent in his thoughts and words, she fluttered her eyes to him and then down, turning away again.
"Do you ever think I'm pretty?"
He tightened every muscle in his body.
'Don't you move…' he commanded, his will stronger than the fires inside of him, heating up his 70 percent of imperfect water. Burning his flesh off would be worth keeping her perfect… it would be worth keeping her untouched and unhurt by the world that wasn't perfect…
"Do you ever… just think of me?"
Her form… in the light of the trees as she stretched to absorb it. She was used to warmth… she may be able to withstand even fire…
It twisted and elongated. He could see the sharp curves, the long, thin legs protruding from her wide dress… a bell-shaped flower.. with her head as it's sweet pollen's resting place.
Ah, honeybees love to suck on those heads, but Sonic was a hedgehog, and a decent one at that.
Honeybees couldn't manage their fires, but he would protect this Rose from any such flames that arose around her!
He closed his eyes and gripped his remaining skin on his arms, though he mentally knew they were fallen off his bone by now from the heat that rose and threatened his sanity.
Why did he want to? Why did he envy the perfectness of gentlemen honeybees?
Hedgehogs could maintain flowerbeds, sure. But he never really took up gardening…
Honeybees could fly lightly up to a flower's lips,… hedgehogs scuffle along their toes…
"Do you ever think… I'm attractive?" she suddenly giggled, but he could hear her slight panic at his absolute still and silent frame.
His eyebrow twitched, and he immediately looked away from her, up at the trees, before closing his eyes.
He knew that would make her upset. But maybe that hammer could smash the flames, put him out of this deadly struggle to keep her unharmed.
Flowers burn up easily… perfectness gets tainted so quickly…
He had to hold back. He had to remain still and silent.
Oh, Amy… you tease and you flirt… you but you only hurt yourself.
She pursed her lips, making him realize his eyes were opened again, and couldn't help but refocus on her pollen.
Why were honeybees so into the taste of pollen anyway?
The thought was dangerous, but so was when she pouted and glared at him, rushing right up to him in angry little huffs, feet skimming the ground at her upsetness to his indifference.
Suddenly, she shook out her and tried again, surprising him out of his act.
"Don't you ever… want to hold me? Long to… to keep me close to you? Even sometimes?"
He turned away, his hand covering his face as he worried she saw something… something leak through… some fire blazing in his eyes that he tried to keep relatively to himself.
She turned away, stomping her foot to the ground. "Fine! I get it! You don't… you haven't yet… but you will! I'll make sure of it! Because we're destined to be together, Sonic! I just know it and-!"
She tensed up.
A fugitive hand had reached back behind him, skimmed her shoulder to the crevice of where her back met her arm and stole some perfectness from her body.
It was so fast, that Sonic hadn't noticed his fingers had gone rogue.
In absolute terror, he looked up to see Amy turning her head to identify the perpetrator… and to realize it was attached to him.
He pulled it back with the darting spring of its last act beforehand, lightning would have been proud fo his speedy getaway, clinging to the moment it had stroked the perfectness off some of her skin… leaving a cooling feeling that alleviated some itching in them but without it… they burned once again for another robbery.
He was about to race away when she cried out to him- "Sonic! Wait!"
He mentally could comprehend the arms that were outstretched behind him, wanting to be burned up and fuel the rest of the fires that licked his exposed bones.
he felt vulnerable again. A child who had lit his match out of absolute necessity from waiting so long… but now…
He hadn't realized.
He had flung himself around as if to the call of the wild, and let her will be done instead of his own.
He was tired of fighting a battle he feared he would always lose too. No matter how much he struggled.
He hadn't realized that she lingered by his mouth.
That she waited as if permission.
That she stared into his eyes, her hands cooling his chest as they firmly rested there.
His arms encircled her and he hadn't realized.
His breathing grew soft but heavy and he hadn't realized.
He was breathing in her perfect little world, her perfect image of himself, her perfect way of things…
And he was inches from taking it all into him… from bringing her perfectness to himself.
In the heat and stir of the moment, he let out a breath, escaping the confines of his heart, "Yes…"
Her eyes raised as if she was blossoming before him.
"Sometimes… I do."
It wouldn't be the last time he said those last words.
It wouldn't be the last time he said 'yes' either.
It was like he was answering years of her questions, all in one pivotal reply.
Then she moved up and closer to his face.
Then… he said goodbye to his love of imperfection.
And then… he kissed into her world…. of the perfect love.
(You said 'heat of the moment' right?)
He drew back the second he regained himself.
They were kneeling on the ground.
His hands were entangled in her spiked hair, which he instantly connected was because they must have been stimulated in some way.
He realized his face felt pressed and touched, several times in fact.
He panicked, feeling his heart moving so fast when he wasn't racing through plains or mountainscapes.
He looked and listened.
His senes restored, he realized his sin and stepped away.
"Oh no.." he had given into perfect.
"Sonic?" she removed her hands and sat down, withdrawing and wondering what was wrong.
He kicked his feet away, gripping his head. "Oh no, oh no, oh no!" he repeated through gritted teeth in his fright, getting up and moving away from her.
He had brought her into imperfection… and allowed her to bring him to perfect.
He realized what this meant. Amy would want perfect little kids. Say goodbye to Eggman. Get a JOB.
"Amy… I…I'm.." he felt the need to say he was sorry for kissing her. He felt the desire to just tell her it was all a misunderstanding. To forfeit the perfect he had received from her and reclaim some of his imperfect world.
But instead, he turned to see her there, something absolutely loyal to whatever world he may inhabit.
Perfect… because he knew she loved him perfectly.
"I.." he felt his entire being surrender once more to her reality and gave up what little freedom he thought he could muster of living without her perfect love.
"I love you." it was unrehearsed, unthought of, and betrayed what he wanted to say.
But even just that tiny slimmer of perfect… still lingering in his body and on his lips… made him realize that he just couldn't live without it.
It had to be in his world.
His… whatever it was… perfect and imperfect… a world that he would create for not only himself but now for the whims of a single rose he couldn't leave unattended.
THE END.
(But it's really never the end…)