AN: What is this
I don't know
A matter of choIce
"Hey, Shadow."
The damned fool is still trying to get my attention. Can't he let me bathe in peace?! I would have been out in another ten minutes, and maybe then we could have worked something out, but he just couldn't wait until then, oh no.
"Everybody's gone, ya know."
Though I don't want it to, that sentence is what finally pushes him into my line of sight.
"What do you mean?" I sit up slowly and open my eyes. There he is, standing at the sink, unable to take his eyes off of my body even though it's nothing that he – or the rest of the world – hasn't seen before. Perhaps it's because of that that I'm detesting him right now. He reminds me too much of the humans sometimes, with his perverted tendencies and constant desire to have me by his side.
Of course, I'll never tell him that he's the one causing my nightly fits of terror.
"I mean exactly that. Everybody left. It's just you and me." He smiles deviously, sashaying over to the bathtub and gazing down at me. I know that he wants to make me his prey, but I'll be damned if I'm going to relinquish my quiet time to his carnal desires. If anything is to take place here, it will be at my hands and under my control.
Of course, I have no intention of communicating to him such a thing.
"You know that that means."
Oh, Sonic, my little wind-up toy that never knows when to quit.
"You'll get wet," I say matter-of-factly, effectively hiding the fact that I'm trying to drive him away. I don't know why I bother, because nothing in the world is going to stop him at this point.
Damn it, why...
"True," he remarks while kicking off his shoes and dropping his gloves. "But so will you. You'll save me if I go under, right?"
Actually, I wouldn't. I'd like to just sit back and watch.
He laughs before I can reply. In the blink of an eye, he has taken his place on top of me and is strategically rubbing himself against me. I can't deny that his careful movements are welcomed by my deceitful body. As he pushes against me more and more, building the heat between our bodies to new heights, the painfully pleasurable ache between my legs deepens. It's at times like these that I curse the Professor for having made me with such a biological weakness.
"You like this," he notes, placing both hands on my hips. "Don't pretend that you don't."
I'm sick of all this talk. It's time to get to the main event. Tilting my head back and angling my body ever so precisely, I invite him inside me with nothing more than a shudder. I can feel that he is pleased by my initiation, as he always is. I know him too well; after all, I hated him once.
But do I still...?
My body answers the question for me. Without me noticing, I've slipped back and my head is under the water. I do not try to free myself from the quiet.
~End~