Almost cookies (Sonaze)

Requested by SONAZEFAN15

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"What a lovely day!"

"…You say?"

Thunder raged outside. Water whipped against the roof and windows. You couldn't see anything, it was dark and it was wet and it was loud. Occasionally a flash of lighting would jump across the clouds, but that was the only 'bright' thing outside…

Good thing they weren't outside then.

They had pushed the couch to the window – on Sonic's request – and he had brought in a whole heap of blankets. So now he and Blaze were curled up on the couch together, watching the darkness outside, and hearing how the rain drummed against the roof.

Water ran down the glass in small rills, transparent and shining at the same time. They could try and look past their reflections on the window, if they turned off all the lights…

"…Let's turn off the lights," Sonic declared, already rising from the couch. Blaze raised an eyebrow, but did nothing as Sonic then dashed up to the switches and flipped them.

…As expected, everything became pitch-black. Sonic hadn't really thought that far, as he now stood there and blinked hopelessly.

A flame flickered to life. He looked up, squinting at the light, and saw that Blaze pointed at the seat next to her while suppressing a laugh. Sonic just pouted, and returned to the couch. The flame quickly died after that, so to not cause a fire-hazard.

They curled up on the couch again,

"…We should try and parkour while it's dark like this!"

"…Sonic, no."

Blaze shook her head, and pulled the covers over to her side. Sonic tried to hog some for himself, but Blaze wouldn't let him. Another purposely childish pout took place on his face, and he muttered,

"It's getting cold with all the raining, you know…"

…A small blanket was hesitantly pushed towards him by a sock-clad foot. Sonic gladly accepted the gift, and quickly wrapped it around his shoulders before Blaze had the time to regret her choice.

It was moments – memories – like these that he treasured. Clumsily put together of the spare parts of life, and they formed such small, comforting silly little moments. They were like cookies, almost. Almost, and the rain continued to drum against the tiles of the roof, and continued to pat and slip down against the windows…

"…Blaze?"

The silhouettes of two ears flicked in the dark, and drowsy amber eyes blinked at him. "Yes?"

Sonic had to pause for a second, a small smile creeping up on his muzzle. "You know that I love you, right?"

Because these memories were also,

A hummed agreement, and a soft, "I love you too."

-so very precious.