Judas
Chapter 8: Tasty
"MmmMmmMMMMm! Something sure smells good in here…" Sonic entered the kitchen and leaned against the wall, a sexy growl in his throat.
"Gotta go, Rouge. He's here." Amy spoke into the phone she held to her ear. Meanwhile, Sonic tapped his foot on the linoleum impatiently and drummed his fingers on the wood bordering the open wall leading from the rest of the house into the cozy little cooking area.
"All right, dear. You two have fun, and don't let him seduce you!" The bat scolded, just a faint feminine bee-akin buzzing to Sonic's ears.
"Ha ha!" Amy giggled. "Will do! Bye, Rouge!"
"Bye, hon." Click!
Amy hung up the phone on the receiver and turned to face her impatient boyfriend, whom, with eyes closed, had now let out an impatient sigh (which was aggravated and sounded more like a groan than anything) and raised his gaze to look at her.
"Done yapping?" He accused, raising an eyebrow, to which Amy held back peels of laughter with great difficulty. His sly smile transformed into a curious grin when he noticed her biting her fingers to keep from laughing.
"Mmmm…maybe." She teased, glaring at him playfully. "I have a life, too, y'know. My purpose in life isn't only to cook for you!"
"Hmmm. But I'm glad you fit it into your busy schedule. Otherwise, I think I'd surely starve!"
"I think you'd eat eventually, but you'd always crave more…"
"True. I don't know what you do," he raised a finger factually, and she laughed as he laid his head upon her shoulder and offered her a pair of puppy dog eyes, "but your meals always seem to fill me right up!"
"That's because you eat, like, ten times the serving size."
"Hey, hey," Sonic shrugged, pulling himself up onto an unoccupied bit of counter. "I've got a superpower! Excuse me if my serving size could fill the stomachs of ten teenage boys, thank you very much!" And he promptly stuck his tongue out at her.
"Knuckles has a superpower. You don't see him bugging his wife for dinner every three minutes!"
"Hey, that only happened once!" Sonic flushed, his ears folding with embarrassment at the event reemerged. "And I was really hungry! You have no vague idea how hungry being the werehog made me! That was a lot of work!"
"Alright, alright! So I forgive you!" Amy kissed him briefly on the lips, licking at his tongue when he wanted more and ignoring his pout.
"At least let me vampire your neck." Sonic hopped off the counter and got right behind Amy, latching himself to her with his arms around her belly.
"NO! Noooo hickys! The last thing I want these kids to see on me is your teeth marks!" Amy flipped her quills in his face as he tried to lick at her neck.
"Oh, well, I wouldn't want them to be Vector's teeth, now, would I?" He nipped at her ear, and marveled at how good every inch of her body tasted. (Or was that just his empty stomach?)
"Quit it!" Amy elbowed him in the ribs and he took a few steps back.
"Or Espio, or Charmy, or—gods forbid—TAILS!"
"That's enough." Amy glared at him over her shoulder. "One more wise crack and you can go back into that bedroom without supper. Got me?"
Sonic instantly stood like a military man. "Yes, ma'am!" He saluted once, before breaking down into laughter, his seriousness crumbling like apple crumb cake.
Amy rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah…"
Just putting up some more fluffy Judas! Excited yet?