He would be lying if he said he wasn't scared. He would be lying if he said he wasn't ready to just run to the next city and not come back for a few months. Being alone with Amy in his kitchen, cooking and spending time together, why did that scare the hell out of him? It's all he's wanted out of life since Maria. Amy seemed like she wanted all the same things, but for some reason he wanted to bolt. He didn't know if it was because he wasn't ready to open his heart yet, or if he was still hoping Maria would come back. How silly of him, to think Maria would come back. She was very clear about what she wanted, and she left.
This wasn't helping. His thoughts were running wild and he could barely hold himself together. Instead, he grabbed his phone. Sitting on the couch, he tried to steady his hands as he opened Amy's profile. He still felt weird about stalking her account, but another part of him was curious to see who Amy was in the public eye. He took a deep breath and started going through her pictures. There were so many. Her and Cream, hundreds of those. Her and sonic, thousands. There were even some of a trip she took with Sonic, Tails, Cream, Knuckles, and Vanilla. It had been years since he's seen Vanilla; he almost didn't recognize her. Cream looked just like her mother, and she was proud of it. There were dozens of Amy, Cream, and Vanilla baking cookies and cakes and showing them off. She was making memories everywhere she went, and it was honestly so beautiful to see. So... normal. Amy was so beautiful in her photos, her smile lit up every single one of them. Seeing her take so many photos with Sonic made him sad. Sad that she gave him her entire world and every second in it, and it wasn't enough for him. It made him angry that the blue asshole was ignorant of something so priceless. What was he thinking?
According to her profile, she bakes with Vanilla and Cream once a week as a bonding exercise with her best friend and 'second mom' as she calls it in her posts. She spends a lot of time updating a public blog of her daily life that seems to be doing well for itself, but he promised himself to not look at it. He wanted her to have some privacy in her life since he was snooping on her page. He could do that, at least. She also spends quite a lot of time with Knuckles, often calling him brother and other endearing names of the sort. He never expected the two to be close at all, but apparently, they have been close since they met. When they weren't fighting of course. He remembered that Knuckles and Tails' both used to be back up for Sonic, so when Amy got with him, it would make sense she adopted the two into her own life even after Sonic bailed. Speaking of, where was he? Amy had mentioned he was back in town, he figured he would have seen the man running around somewhere.
He didn't care enough to look at Sonic's profile, if he even had one. Instead, he just plopped his phone on the couch next to him. Right as it hit the fabric, the text tone rang out. It startled him, because only Maria and Rouge had his number, and Rouge only texted if it was an emergency. She usually would just fly to his house and barge in. He quickly picked up his phone and check the notification, and it was a text from a number he didn't recognize. Confused, he opened it and the message read:
Hey Shadow!
He arched an eyebrow as a million questions ran through his head. Rouge would never give his number out for any reason. Did Maria get a new number? His heart jumped into his throat and his blood ran cold. He couldn't talk to Maria right now. This could not be a worse time for her to randomly pop into his life. Not when he was supposed to meet Amy in just a few hours. The phone started ringing and the panic set in. He couldn't hear her voice. He was doing better. He couldn't do this right now. The ringing grew louder and louder as he watched the screen in horror. It was screaming at him, and before long he couldn't take it anymore.
"...Hello?"
"Hey Shadow!" Amy's voice filled the speaker, and he crumpled on the couch in relief. It was just Amy, "I was just calling to let you know that I went overboard and bought a bunch of stuff to cook so I'm just going to come by your house instead of waiting, is that okay?"
He was so distracted by his relief that he didn't even think about his nervousness about seeing her. In fact, he welcomed seeing her friendly face. "Of course. Where are you? I'll pick you up."
She snickered. "With what? You have a car?"
Shadow smiled, remembering the first night they spent together when he carried her on his back. "No."
She giggled at this, and sighed. He heard the bags rustling in the background. "Okay, I'll allow it this one time. I'm at the market closest to your house. I remember your house being in this area so I came here."
"On my way."
He was grateful that he was fast, because she was in his sight before she could even put her phone away. She was impressed by his punctuality, probably because as fast as Sonic was, he was always late. She flashed him a grateful smile and greeted him with a quick peck on the cheek. It happened so fast that he barely registered it, and his cheek burned from the sudden closeness. He had to muster all of his strength to not embarrass himself by blushing.
"My hero! I'm so glad Rouge gave me your number. She was going to just give me a lift, but she had other things to do. You're a life saver!"
He chuckled at her and gently relieved her of her bags. Seeing as he was engineered with super strength, it was the least he could do for her. "No problem. Here, rest your feet."
He turned and crouched so Amy could climb on his back. She was hesitant at first, but gratefully wrapped herself around him and he started making his way back home.
"Thank you for saving me, you really are my hero! On top of that, you're so comfortable!"
She swooned, resting her head on his shoulder.
He was swarmed by the scent of her quills, and how soft they were against his shoulder. His heart started pounding. Her body was so soft against his back, and her arms lazily wrapped around his shoulders had her hands caressing his chest with each step. It was just like that night again, and it filled him with a feeling of comfort that he hadn't felt in a long time. It felt...right. Like things were supposed to be this way. It was what he always wanted.
"Please don't be mad at Rouge for giving me your number, she was just trying to help."
Her voice was quiet, like she was scared of what his answer was going to be.
Shadow's face scrunched in confusion. "What? I'm not mad at Rouge. Do I seem it?"
"Okay thank God. You don't seem mad, you seem...quiet. I was scared that you were the type to just be quiet when you were angry and didn't communicate."
She was blunt about what she was thinking, he appreciated that from her. She adjusted herself so she could lean her head on his, and squeezed him tight in some kind of hug.
Her embrace swallowed him in a warmth that he had been looking for since Maria left. "No. To be fair, when I get angry it's very obvious."
She gave him an inquiring look, but didn't say anything. She fully expected him to elaborate. He looked at her in the corner of his eye and smirked. "I have super strength; I break things without meaning to. I raise my voice. I try not to, but it's easier said than done."
"Well, that's okay. I yell too. We can make it a competition when we get angry with each other. Like, who can scream the loudest, yeah?"
He had fully expected her to pull away from his honesty of his anger, but to his surprise she embraced it. On top of that, she admitted her fault as well. It made her...so much more beautiful. Fuck. This wasn't good for him. He couldn't take another heartbreak.
He chuckled at that silly thought. "Sure, we can do that."
"Good because I'm a screamer. I'm loud. But it's only because I'm passionate, and usually Sonic wasn't listening so I had to."
She giggled, but he could feel the hurt in her voice.
"That's not true, Ames."
They both jumped at a familiar voice behind them. There was no mistaking that voice. It was Sonic. Shadow turned so both of them could look at him, and he was standing a few feet behind them with his arms crossed and a pained look on his face. Amy tensed up, and shoved herself off of Shadow's back, making him stumble from the sheer force. Jesus, he hadn't realized how strong she was. Amy glared at Sonic, but he was unfazed, like he has seen her angry face a million times before and he was just numb to it. What was he doing here, and why was he listening to their conversation? He put the bags down to keep an eye on Amy and to step in if he needed to, but he knew that she needed some sort of closure. This was her fight; he was merely a bystander.
"What did you just say?"
Her words dripped with disbelief and anger.
Sonic ignored her, and looked past her to lock eyes with Shadow. Shadow didn't falter under his gaze, instead, he shot it right back at him. They have always been rivals, but they have worked together on several occasions. There was an unspoken respect between the two, but it wasn't much. Shadow never took Sonic seriously, and vice versa. So, it made sense that there was no hostility coming from the blue blur, but Shadow was having none of it. He didn't care what he had to say.
"I'm not a bad guy, Shadow. I don't know what she's told you-"
"I told him the truth, Sonic! Why are you here?"
Amy was getting frustrated that he wasn't acknowledging her, and Shadow knew that was intentional. He really knew how to press Amy's buttons.
"I don't give a damn what you are, faker. I don't want to listen to you right now."
Shadow was always blunt; he didn't care about other people's feelings. He wasn't pissed to see the man, but he was exasperated and didn't care for whatever drama he had brought with him.
"Shadow, you know me and Amy have been together for years. We always break up, but we always get back together. Why would you make a move on her when you know we are going to get back together? I thought you had more self-respect!"
Although he could see Sonic trying to be genuine, he just came across like a huge asshole.
This annoyed Shadow, and he scowled at the man. Amy's mouth dropped at Sonic's words and she opened her mouth to say something but Shadow waved her off and stepped past her and stood in front of Sonic. This intimidated the man a bit, and he took a step back, but he didn't look away from his glare.
"I said I don't give a damn about what you have to say," he crossed his arms and leaned closer to Sonic to get his point across, "Go back to your princess, and leave me the fuck alone if you know what's good for you."
Sonic tried to hide his flinch by rolling his eyes and looking away to gather himself. Shadow could see him clenching his fists in anger. This shouldn't have excited him like it did, but he almost hoped the asshole would swing on him. He had a lot of anger to get out and Sonic's face was a perfect place to do it.
"I'm just trying to warn you that you'll get your heart broken! Me and Amy will be back together and I just didn't want you to get hurt. That's all."
He crossed his arms to hide his shaking hands, and Shadow smirked at his vulnerability. He had never been nervous of him before. He wondered what had changed.
Maybe it was the fear of losing Amy that had him nervous, because it honestly seemed like she was done this time, and that must have terrified him. He could sympathize to some degree, because he remembered how he felt when he realized he was losing Maria, but Sonic made the decision to cheat and ruin their relationship. It was his fault, and he wasn't going to entertain this any longer.
"The concern is unnecessary. Now, if you'll excuse us, we have things to do."
"You'll regret this Shadow!"
He was sure Sonic would swing on him, but he didn't. Adrenaline pumped through his body; he was ready for a fight. Instead of escalating the situation for fun, he instead grabbed Amy's hand and the bags from the ground and they walked away from the man. He didn't know why he grabbed her hand, because they've never touched in way like that before, but it felt so good to piss Sonic off by asserting dominance over him. Having something he couldn't, it was exciting. Amy was too stunned about what happened to speak, and she just looked at the ground in front of them in silence. Shadow felt bad about making her witness that pissing contest, but was grateful she didn't run to Sonic's side. Once Sonic wasn't around, Shadow looked at the gorgeous girl next to him. She returned his gaze, her cheeks flushed a deep red. Shadow held up his hand that was intertwined with hers, and she smiled up at him.
"Is this...okay?"
He motioned his head to their intertwined fingers, and Amy blushed deeper.
"Of course...it's always been okay."
Her soft voice made him smile, and he squeezed her hand a little to comfort her.
"...Are you okay, princess?"
She smiled warmly at him again, and ran her fingers through her quills and fanned her face with her hand. "Oh yeah, I'm great. I've never had anyone stand up for me before, it was... really great."
He chuckled at her flustered demeanor. "Happy to help."
They walked in silence until they reached his home, but the silence wasn't awkward. It was a comfortable silence, and it gave him the chance to sneak glances at the flustered hedgehog. He was surprised that she didn't run away once she saw him behaving in such a way, but she was grateful. Nobody had been grateful for him in a long time.
Once they got to his house, he unlocked the front door and Amy barged in like she was home. She made a beeline for the kitchen and set the bags on the counter. She let out a huge sigh of relief once her arms were free, and immediately went to the fridge to rummage for something. Shadow closed the door and followed behind her and placed his bags down as well. He watched her in amusement as she searched to no avail. Crossing his arms and arching his brow in curiosity, he leaned back against the counter and waited for her to find what she was looking for. He tried not to notice how high her skirt rode up her legs when she bent over. He really did.
"Shadow you are so helpless!"
She cried, throwing her hands up in defeat and leaning on the open fridge door to look at him expectantly.
He chuckled at her annoyance. "In what regard?"
"No wine?! No beer?! No alcohol of any kind?! How are we supposed to cook under these conditions?!"
She exclaimed, throwing her hand up questioningly.
An amused chuckle erupted from the black hedgehog. "Isn't the point of cooking, cooking sober? Are you trying to burn my house down?"
She rolled her eyes and waved him off with a cheeky grin and pulled out her phone. "No. I'm basically a pro at wine cooking. Look, I'll have some delivered and then we can start!"
She was serious. He just let her do what she wanted. She ordered some on her phone and started pulling stuff out of the bags to organize them. Shadow helped the best he could, but ultimately, she just moved him out of the way while she did what she needed to do. As he watched her unpack and organize, he remembered her profile pictures of her and Cream cooking. All those pictures. Would she take those kinds of pictures with him someday? Or would she keep her life with him a secret? He was fine with either, but just thinking of her going through the photos at night and smiling at her screen when she sees his face...it made him feel good. He wished he could do that with photos of her without being creepy. Surely, soon enough they will get comfortable with taking pictures together, they just needed time.
"Here, I made this for you and you have to wear it okay? This is our special cooking time and we will dress accordingly."
She blushed, holding her hand out with something hanging from her fingers.
It was a black fabric, and when he took it, his fingers brushed against hers. She blushed deeper and immediately pulled her hand away and turned around to search for pots and pans. That was odd. He unfolded the fabric and saw his name hand sewn into in stark gold letters. It had a band of pockets to hold things and in bright pink letters under the name it said: Kiss the cook. He chuckled at the cliché and Amy glanced at him at the sides of her eyes and smiled to herself. He tied the apron on, surprised by how well it fit.
"Did you make this yourself?"
He asked, shoving his hands in the pockets casually.
"Yes, wanna see mine?" She didn't even wait for his answer, she quickly tied hers on and twirled for him, "It's so cute! Didn't take me long at all!"
She twirled and the white ruffles underneath splayed out like a dress. The apron itself was pink with white ruffles. It had the name 'Princess' sewn in big bold black letters. It was a beautiful apron; he was impressed with her sewing skills. She had a lot of skills that he knew of; he couldn't imagine the things she could do that he didn't know about.
"Wow, it's beautiful. I'm impressed."
She gasped and placed her hand over her chest in a dramatic fashion. "THE Shadow the Hedgehog? Impressed by me?! How lucky am I?!"
He rolled his eyes at her, but couldn't help the amused smile from toying at his lips. "Alright smartass, what are we making today?'
"Okay first off, fuck you. Secondly, we are making Chicken Scampi. It's a fairly simple Italian meal that even the likes of you can pull off."
She smirked at him before turning to the counter to check her ingredients.
"The likes of me, huh?" He smirked pointing at his apron, "I do believe this says 'cook' so therefore I obviously know what I'm doing."
Amys jaw dropped in fake awe as she walked over and jutted a silicone spatula into his chest. "If we are going to take what your apron as truth then that means that I have to kiss you. However, I'm the cook today which means you should be kissing me. So instead of trying to act like you know everything why don't you fetch me a sharp knife like a good boy!"
Shadows jaw dropped in disbelief at her words, but couldn't fight the loud laughter that erupted from him. His heart was racing at the thought of her kissing him, but he knew she wouldn't. She was loud and sarcastic, but no way was she that bold. He pulled the knife block that he bought earlier and placed it on the counter so she could grab whatever she needed. She nodded in approval at his submissiveness and pulled two knives out. She handed one to him and pulled out two chopping blocks, handing him one. He took the knife and board and looked at her in confusion. She placed her board on the counter and placed an onion on it. Shadow mimicked her, and she immediately fell into the guiding role and taught him how to peel the onion and prep it to be cut.
"Eyes on me, okay?"
When he turned to look at her, she held the knife up so he could see clearly what she was doing.
"So, when handling a sharp knife, you have to have control over the blade. So, place your index finger on the handle right underneath where the back of the blade comes out. This helps make sure you have solid control when chopping or slicing."
She demonstrated on her knife, and he followed suit. Once she was satisfied with his form, she demonstrated how to hold the onion so he wouldn't cut himself on the blade while he chopped.
"When it comes to chopping, you cannot just hold the food with your fingertips close to the blade. Instead, you fold up your fingers so the second knuckle is the only thing that could possibly get in the way. It helps keep a good grip on the food itself, and protects your fingers. Try it!"
It took him a few tries to be comfortable with it, but he eventually got it and Amy praised him. She was so excited to cook with him, and he was too. It was a normal activity that they could do together, something he always wanted. A normal life. A boring life. In the middle of chopping the onion, the doorbell rang, and Amy stopped crushing the garlic and rushed to open the door. It was the wine she ordered; he could hear her thanking the delivery person and it wasn't long before she returned with three bags. Why did she order so much wine?
"Seems like you can drink your weight in wine too"
He teased as she started pulling bottles out.
"Fuck you, this is dry white wine. We cook with this, but also this is the Stella Rosa Blueberry and Berry. It's really good and I know you'll love it!"
"We will see about that."
He chuckled.
She rummaged around his cabinets to look for wine glasses while he finished dicing the onion he was working on. When he was done, he washed his hands and wiped his watery eyes. Once his hands were dry, Amy handed him a glass with wine that was light pink. It had been years since he's drank wine. Once he could stomach liquor he didn't really look back. This was good for the both of them; Don't get totally drunk but to loosen up and enjoy each other's company. She moved with a grace that swept him up and drug him under. He could only watch her as she assumed her teaching role to make a lovely meal with him. With each glass of wine they drank, the happier she got and the clumsier he got. He was getting a bit of a headache, but a wine headache was something he was familiar with from his old partying days. So he made sure to drink water as well, and Amy followed suit because something about "gorgeous girls stay hydrated" or whatever the fuck it was that she said.
Once dinner was done, Shadow ventured off to set the table. As he walked to the table with the dishes, he was shocked by how drunk he actually was. He had to focus hard just so he wouldn't fall over or knock over something. Gently placing the plates on the table, he did his best to set up a decent display to impress the beautiful woman in his kitchen. He didn't know why he was trying to impress her, he never had anything to prove before.
Just as he got the wine glasses in place, Amy walked in behind him with something in her hands. His vision was a bit compromised so he squinted hard at her delicate hands. It was candles. She placed them in these expensive looking glass candle holders and lit them; her pink complexion was washed in a soft warm light that snatched his breath from him. She smiled softly at him, with the warm glow of the candle making her almost angelic in nature. It was truly a sight to behold. An old familiar feeling crept over him; one he hadn't felt since...Maria.
Shit.
He quickly cleared his throat and made a beeline for the kitchen to bring the food to the table. His heart was racing and his blood had run cold. He was terrified of that feeling, he didn't want to give it any room to grow. He didn't want to give it any attention if he could help it. His racing heart suddenly had him crashing from his tipsy stupor and he was harshly sober right now. His head hurt, his stomach hurt, and he struggled to catch his breath. He reached out and grabbed the counter to ground himself as he tried to catch his breath.
"It's no big deal," he murmured to himself, "get yourself together. It's okay."
He took a deep breath and ran his fingers through his quills. Mustering whatever courage he had, he took off his apron and gently placed it on the counter. He grabbed the food and slowly made his way to the dining room table. Amy was sitting in the same spot she sat in last time they had breakfast together. It was becoming her spot in his home, and the thought of that made him feel more insecure, happy, and terrified all at the same time. Her eyes lit up at the sight of the food, and her smile threatened to make him crumble under her kind eyes. He forced a smile and placed their dinner on the table. He couldn't help but notice how her cheeks were flushed from the wine, and how elegant she looked. She had taken off her apron as well, and it was draped haphazardly on the chair behind her. She noticed his terrified look, and her face twisted in concern.
"What's wrong Shadow? You look like you've seen a ghost! Are you feeling okay?"
She reached a hand out to feel his temperature, but he gently grabbed her hand and smiled at her. He couldn't have her touching him, not right now.
"I'm fine, really. I'm just sobering up and need more wine."
He chuckled, kissing the back of her hand and she blushed deeper and pulled her hand away.
As he got settled into his chair, she made his plate. He hadn't even realized that while he was chopping onions, she had made some breadsticks and some type of Italian dipping oil. He was so nervous about tonight he hadn't even realized. The food smelled great, and he made it with her. It was such a mundane thing to do with someone but so intimate and... real. It was everything he had ever wanted. She poured his wine and made sure to fill it to the top so he could down it. He was grateful for the distraction, and graciously accepted the wine glass from her outstretched hand. She poured herself a glass as he brought his own to his lips, but she placed her hand over the rim so he couldn't get any. He shot her a confused look, and she giggled at him.
"We have to clink the glasses together! This is like, day one stuff silly!"
She giggled.
He chuckled nervously and they clinked their glasses together. Amy nodded in satisfaction and took a long hard sip of her wine. He tried not to notice how beautiful the glass shone against her flushed cheeks. The contrast of the dark room was so stark against her pale, glowing skin. She was a walking painting, a piece of art that people would travel to see, and he was lucky enough to see it up close and in person. She was so beautiful, and that scared the shit out of him. His hand was shaking as he held the fragile stem of the glass, and quickly downed the entire glass. He felt her eyes on him. He had to calm down before she noticed.
She did notice, though. "Is this... Maria's spot?"
Her soft voice almost didn't carry to him. He choked on his last sip of wine and quickly put the glass down and tried to hold back his choked coughs. He looked at her in confusion to which she offered a profound somber smile.
"It's okay if this is weird, if I'm taking up the space she left behind. I know it's hard when the ones we love leave."
Her expression was a combination of empathy and sadness. It was the same expression she had when they had breakfast together. When Sonic first left.
He didn't even think before his hand shot out and grabbed hers in a lame attempt to comfort her. Her smile lit a fire in him. "It's not weird. Not at all. Maria's spot was on the opposite side of the table from me. It's been empty a long time. This chair that you're sitting in, this is your spot."
She absorbed his words and they sat with her for a moment. His heart was racing, and he didn't know how to fix it. How to make her feel better. He was so worried about her seeing him running from himself and his feelings that he didn't realize that she was worried about hurting him. He was being selfish.
She squeezed his hand, capturing his attention. "Really?"
He sighed in relief at her smile, and squeezed her hand back. "Yes really. It will always be your spot as long as you want it, princess."
Her cheeks flushed deeper at his nickname for her. He noticed that she was trying to steady her breath, and he wondered why. She giggled and fanned her face like she did earlier after his run-in with Sonic. "Whew! You sure know how to fluster a woman!"
"What do you mean?"
His question was genuine, and she let go of his hand and reached for her wine. Her hand was shaking a bit, and he looked at her in confusion. It looked like she was also struggling with herself, and the wine was making it hard to save face. It was called liquid courage for a reason, he supposed.
She quickly downed her wine and placed the glass on the table with purpose as a diversion. Oh shit, she was nervous too. For what, he wondered. She had no reason to be nervous; she had everything in her favor. Now him, that was a different story. One wrong move and he could lose everything, and he couldn't handle another heartbreak. She was beautiful enough to never have to worry about being alone.
She took a deep, calculated breath. "Fuck it."
Before he could ask any questions, she leaned forward and placed her lips on his. He jumped at the sudden closeness, but she did not falter. Her warmth filled his body, and he could no longer run from her. His heart started racing and his body started aching for her. It was so sudden, and he had run from it for so long he was relieved that she crossed the line instead of him. He knew she wanted to do it, and he could no longer hold himself back. He wanted this for so long, even if he refused to admit it to himself.
Even with her being tipsy and flushed from the wine, she was so...good. He cupped the back of her head in his hand and pulled her closer to deepen the kiss and she happily obliged. So much so that she actually sat in his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck, effectively pinning him to his chair. Shit, this wasn't good. Someone as beautiful as her had to know that it was hard to say no to her. His entire body screamed at him for more, but he mustered all his strength to hold himself back. He wanted to let her lead and decide what was okay, and she had no problem letting him know. Electricity crackled between the two of them as she slipped her tongue into his mouth and he just...melted under the beautiful woman. She tasted so good; it was intoxicating. Maria never made him feel this good, and they were just making out.
His hands slowly snaked up her thighs and up her back to pull her closer as they got desperate with each kiss. His skin burned in the softest way where her arms clung onto him, and where her body was pressed up against his. The burning made its way down his face, neck, and eventually his chest. His whole body was becoming hot as this woman pushed her body closer to him and murmuring a small sound of satisfaction when she was finally close enough to him. His entire body stopped listening to him when she made that noise, it was no longer in his control. Shit.
His heart was pounding in his ears as his hands found their proper place on her lower back, pulling her as close to his body as he could. His eyes rolled back as the warmth between her legs slowly rolled over the aching in his pants. Fuck. Amy giggled at this and broke their steamy make out session to look down at him. Her eyes told him that it was just him and her in the world.
"Breathe, Shadow"
She gently reminded him, planting a soft kiss next to his lips.
He hadn't even realized that he was holding his breath. He chuckled softly and tried to get his breathing under control as she kissed and trailed her soft lips up his cheek and up to his ear. It was impossible with her scent and her body moving against his as she kissed him. She planted a slow kiss next to his ear, sending a shiver down his spine, and his hands clutched her body as her warm giggle cascaded over his ear. He hummed in satisfaction at the sensation, thanking God that he was sitting down because he was certain his knees would have given out on him if they were standing.
She leaned back a bit to drink him in, giggling at his flushed cheeks and jagged breathing in the candle light. He smirked at her smugness and cupped her face in his hand and caressed her cheek with his thumb. It was a soft and tender touch that she leaned into and closed her eyes. Another painting in the contrast of the candle light in his lap, of this gorgeous woman and her divine femininity and sexuality. Her chest bounced up and down with her ushered breathing, which only turned him on even more because he knew that she was wanting this as much as he was. How did he get so lucky?
While still cupping her face in one hand, he used his free hand to trace the curve of her body. As soon as his hand touched her waist she shivered and looked at him with hooded eyes. The lust in her eyes burned brightly into his, and he could barely contain himself. He had barely realized the clothes she was wearing all day, and kicked himself for it. He had noticed the skirt when she bent over in the fridge, but her top was just as good. The skirt was a black pleated skirt that splayed over her beautiful legs dangerously, threatening to show everything in one wrong move. Her shirt was a white frilly blouse that if you looked close enough, you could make out the color of her bra. It was red with black lace it seemed. Fuck. She planned this, didn't she? Not that he was complaining.
"I never had a man stand up for me like you did earlier. Let me thank you, Shadow..."
She murmured, her hands skillfully unbuttoning her blouse just enough to allow her bra to peak through.
"Y-You don't have to thank me, princess. It was nothing, really."
He chuckled nervously, his cheeks burning fiercely as she grabbed his hand and placed it on her breast.
She placed a finger over his mouth to shush him and leaned in for another kiss, pinning him against the chair again. His whole body was aching for her, and the throbbing between his legs wasn't lost on either of them. Amy was enjoying seeing him a nervous mess, it was making her hot too. Her bra was soft and thin so he could feel everything. His hand could barely hold it all, but it was so warm and soft that it was throwing him deeper into his desires. It's been so long that someone made him feel this way, and he was desperate for that connection again. While their tongues tangled together in a desperate make out session, Amy let out soft noises of need and lust while his hands explored her body. She moved in ways to intentionally give him the friction he desperately needed. He groaned as she rolled her hips for his pleasure, and her moans only fueled him to hear more. He got brave and reached to pull her bra down to free her breasts, but a loud ringing caused them both to jump. They both broke from their desperate kissing and stopped as her phone loudly rang through the room.
Amy groaned in annoyance and climbed out of his lap and scrambled to her phone trying to fix her hair. "What?!"
Shadow adjusted his throbbing cock in his pants to be more comfortable and tried to calm his breathing. He took a deep breath and ran his hands through his quills to compose himself. Amy fixed her skirt and bra but did not bother buttoning it up while she listened to the person on the phone. Her expression softened from annoyance to a smile.
"Oh, no. I'm at Shadow's, we cooked and just sat down for dinner... No, I didn't realize that was today, that's my bad. That's on me. I'll make it up to you Cream I promise-"
Shadow tried not to listen in on her conversation and instead opted to go to the bathroom and splash some water on his face. His thoughts were running wild and the wine was making him sloppy. He got up from the table and headed to the bathroom. He cupped his hands under the water to splash on his face and he was embarrassed by how badly they were shaking. He's had sex with Maria for years, and it was never like this. He usually was perfectly capable of keeping his cool and staying composed, but the pink hedgehog just did something to him. Something he didn't understand, and that scared him. He was thankful that phone call interrupted them, because he definitely wasn't thinking straight. He shouldn't be trying to get in her skirt so early in their relationship, if you could call it that. Once he was done, he wiped his face with a hand towel hanging next to the vanity mirror and took another deep breath. He smoothed out his clothes and quills and headed back into the table. Amy was sitting quietly waiting for him, sipping her wine as if nothing happened. The only remnants of their intimate conclave were her flustered cheeks and her blouse unbuttoned with her bra brandished like a trophy.
"I'm so sorry about that, I totally forgot that I was supposed to hang with Cream today. I wanted to see you and just forgot everything else!"
She giggled, tapping her forehead with her hand playfully.
He chuckled at her playfulness, and waved off her apology. He was just relieved that things were back to normal so quickly. "I'm sure you can find some way to help her forgive you."
She nodded and tucked some quills behind her ear innocently as she eyed him from the corner of her eyes. The mood was ruined by the phone call, but they were both okay with that, and that made him feel so much better. He grabbed her hand and kissed the back of her hand to try to comfort her, and she smiled and fanned her face dramatically. They both laughed before turning to the food on the table that has long since gone cold.
"I'm starving. You ready to eat?"
She smiled, grabbing his plate to add the pasta on it.
"Very much, worked up a good appetite."
He smirked, winking at her. He never was so bold, but seeing Amy get flustered was something he wasn't willing to miss.
She gasped at his confidence and giggled as she made her plate. The air between them just a few minutes ago was hot and heavy and now it was light and friendly and he wouldn't want it any other way. It helped him realize that he could relax around her, that she wasn't going to hold him to some impossible standard and get upset when he didn't react the way she wanted him to. They had dinner, had wine, and talked. It was a real date, the first he's been on in so long.
It made him excited for the future.