Hi. Once again, if it's not becoming annoying, thanks for reading. Thanks to Jenna Hedgehog, AN-DoubleRainbow-NA, Guest, and DIM666 - Insane Leader for your reviews. They made me smile like an idiot.:P

Anyway, I'm glad to see that the story is to everyone's liking. Even with Scourge. But. Will this story actually be ScourgeXAmy? We left off with them kissing, but does that really mean anything?

You'll see...

Disclaimer: I do not own SEGA or any of their characters.

Chapter 7: Hook Up

Morning.

I felt a stream of warm sunlight wet my face, summoning me awake. I tried to rub it away with my hand but it wouldn't go away. Morning had beckoned and I would have to to deal with it. I chose groaning over yawning, not entirely happy that I had to submit to the early morning hours. Just because I had to deal with it, didn't mean I had to like it.

I forced my already shut eyes into a hard squint. Curse the sun. I was going to reclaim my sleep. But naturally, nature ruled against me as the darkness I could see in my closed eyes wouldn't turn into dreams. I was awake now. I groaned again like an upset child. It wasn't fair—I didn't feel rested enough.

Attempting to shift into another position, somehow I felt...restricted. I wiggled around a bit more as I wasn't quite sure what was happening. I moaned slightly in dismay, pressing my tired head against my furry pillow.

Wait.

I didn't have a pelted pillow. Before I could open my eyes in shock, a yawn cut me off as a strong arms brought me down further, bringing me further into the depths off-

Scourge?

My eyes widened in panic as I looked around. Buried in his arms as he slept softly, I stretched out my fingers, trying not to do something rash. He's just sleeping, I told myself. I relaxed a bit, resting my head down into his chest, replaying last night in my mind.

This isn't so bad. I assured myself. I remembered kissing—very hot kissing—that probably lead to him carrying me off here until we feel a sleep. In our bacchanal stupor.

I sighed in relief. I wasn't loose. Our exchange couldn't have been anything more than mindless lip locking. Right?

But when I took note of the fact that Scourge was no longer wearing his shirt, and the fleshy feeling of his...member prodding against my thigh...It couldn't be denied.

OH.

MY.

GOD.

"AH!" I screeched impulsively, wiggling out of his grasp as he jolted awake.

"Rosie-" he said, uncommonly alert, as my screaming and spazzing continued.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God...what have I done?" I yelled, shaking my head. "No, no, no!"

I let my eyes skim across to Scourge, confounded with confusion. "Amy, what's wrong?" he asked, trying to take my arm as I quickly scooted away, waving frantically before falling off the bed in a cartoonish plop.

"Amy," Scourge called after me as I rose up quickly, feeling what would be a hangover rain over my body...

My body. Sweet lord, I was naked. In front of him.

I snatched the light blanket from the bed to cover myself. Better? Not really.

"But you—and I—and—this-" I began to ramble, gasping wild, like an excited child. Why was I rhyming? "And sex!? There was sex—we had sex—I had sex-" I continued on in a fluster, trying, desperately trying, to fathom what the hell happened here.

"You, Scourge, and I, and this—Oh my God—this-"

Before I could continue on, Scourge brought his lips to mine, bringing me into a kiss. My eyes widened as I tried to squirm free but he held strong. Holding me down, he continued until my eyes fell slightly, and I felt myself calming down. It was almost as if he were a doctor and his kisses were some sort of cooling drug, relaxing my nerves... Almost.

He released me before giving me a smirk. "Can see you're at a lost for words," he said, his eyes flickering with a playful intensity. "Am I really that good?" he said rather smugly, before snickering a few bars.

"SCOURGE!" I yelled at him. "This is not a joke!" I felt myself screeching now before I lowered my voice. Neighbors. "We had sex!" I said in a frantic whisper, scared that the whole universe could hear me.

Scourge shrugged his shoulders. I was so sick of him shrugging his shoulders at life.

"I can see that," he observed, taking in my naked form that my sheer blanket wasn't very successful at shielding. "So what?"

"So what?" I bit my lip as my distraught jade orbs bore into his. "I'm a virgin!" I stormed, as he merely rose from the mattress. Cocking his brow, Scourge faced me, a passive expression wearing strong on his face.

"I've never even really kissed a boy!" I went on, ignoring his stare, "then this one night, this one night—I'm not pure!" I hysterically pushed before Scourge shook his head.

"Everything's fine," Scourge assured, his eyes now looking a bit bored, "and besides you could have fooled me. Little Miss was a virgin," he teased now, a sense of liveliness returning to his orbs.

I grunted at his words. What if that meant that I was like Sally? Moaning, groping, thrusting...

I shook my head frantically, before placing it in my hands. Oh God. I felt so ashamed.

I lost my virginity and I was too drunk to actually remember it. And I couldn't exactly cry foul because I was pretty sure that I kissed him first. I rolled my eyes. Of course that's the only thing I can actually remember from when we were being—I cringed—intimate.

What was this, some sort of sick movie?

I finally sat down on the bed, still allowing the blanket cover me as I was captured in unfortunate thought. The usual, what the hell is wrong with me/this world, and what do I do now? consumed my brain. Only before, whenever I had a problem I the opportunity to ignore it. The whole Sonic and Sally ordeal was a problem that didn't really concern me. It affected me, but at least I could choose to ignore them and sulk in my own misery at my apartment.

Now my problem was in my apartment-my little shame shack. As if on cue, the green hedgehog plopped next to me. Scratch that, my problem was right next to me. Probably taking in the negative aura surrounding me, he quickly scooted to the corner of the bed.

I waved my hand lightly to tell him that he didn't have to do that. Last night wasn't his fault. And it wasn't mine.

It was Sonic's. I groaned to that too. Lie.

Enough of these thoughts. Like all problems, they wouldn't go away until I got to the bottom of it.

Just be cool.

"So..." I started off, looking at my alarm clock. "...how was it?"

Scourge looked up to the ceiling, as if he were not quite sure how to respond. "It was pretty good. Not angry or lustful. But, uh, the slow sensual kind?" he finished as an affirmation on the tip of his tongue, tapping his fingers against the bed in a light rhythm. I nodded once.

Slow and sensual. That was how I wanted my first time to be, so it was nice that my wish was unknowingly honored. Now if only I had the choice of which guy it was suppose to be with...

"What did you like the most about it?" I said this time, feeling a bit ridiculous about this Q&A session. I was there. Why couldn't I answer these questions for myself?

Scourge blinked at me, a bit taken back. Apparently he was a doer, not an answerer. He brought his arm up as if to help him generate thought. "I, uh...I enjoyed the intimacy, holding you close to me, and feeling it, but aside from the actual sex itself, I enjoyed your breast. They're the perfect tease."

I didn't know whether to blush or not. I could feel that he must have enjoyed my rack, speaking for the way he was staring at them yesterday...And also because my nipples felt slightly swollen.

I sighed, before looking down. "Did you at least use protection?" I asked again, as he replied with look of disgust.

"Geez, Rosie," he commented, "how reckless do you think I am?"

I blinked at him. "You still haven't replied-"

"Yes," he snapped, rising up from the bed. I had to stop myself from reaching out to him.

"Sorry," I apologized, a little bit angry that it seemed like I was always apologizing. "I guess I always took you for a stoner-"

"A stoner?" Scourge interrupted, "Really Amy? I'm not hopeless. I may smoke and drink, and hang around some questionable people, but that's my business."

I glared at him. "Well I have every right to know!" I argued. "Especially when we had sex!" I screamed at him, still baffled by the whole thing. I was tired of repeating it, but it was infectious on my tongue. We. Had. Sex.

I shivered in my loosely blanketed form as Scourge simply shook his head.

"If I knew that this would be what I was waking up to, trust me, I wouldn't have bothered sleeping with you," Scourge commented, looking away in a sort of passive sadness.

I sighed, maybe I was overreacting a bit. Maybe it's better that it happened with someone I know at least. But I hated that that was the only assurance I had in the matter. It went against everything I stood for. I mean, I didn't maintain my virgin status for so long only for it to be lost in such a stupid, drunk-head, perfect-for-TV manner.

"But hey..." Scourge called out again, waking me my mental rambling. "What's done is done." And just like that, the slick gaze, and that foolish teasing smirk was back. Screw this.

I scoffed before looking around and throwing his jeans at him. "Just get dressed and leave! You know, since all of this is just one big joke to you," I sneered, before marching past him.

"Where are you going?" he said after me, angrily. I scoffed at his tone this time. Who was he to be angry? He fucked me.

"The bathroom," I snapped, refusing to look at him. "And when I get back, I expect you to be gone."

I shut the door with a loud boom, but I swear that I could hear him mumble something vulgar in the background.

Turning toward the mirror, I viewed myself, trying not to feel revolted. What I did. How I looked...

Yeah, you're a prize Amy.

I slammed my fists against the white counter, refusing to let my tears fall. How come nothing worked out for me?

It was a simple plan.

Have Sonic to fall in love with me. It didn't work.

Go to the out the outlet mall to let off some steam. I get laid by Scourge.

I clench a hand against my stomach, fighting the urge to barf. He touched me. He was inside me.

I think I'm going to be sick.

I rose slightly to dispel these feelings, taking sight on my appearance. Tattered quills, fur matted like an outdoor mat, swollen lips, a hickey...

He wrecked me.

Lamenting at my ruined form, I walked into the shower, hoping that the artificial rain would wash away my sins and any trace of him still on me.

I stood there, stating at the tile as I gorged my form with Everlasting Sunshine body wash. My face wrinkled in an angry frown as my eyes peeped out of the window. Of course it was sunny. Of course I was bathing myself in sunshine when I felt as miserable as darkness. This world was cruel.

Turning off the faucet, I dried my quills with a towel before wrapping it over my body. I took a deep breath, my eyes facing the white door in front of me. Exhaling, I quickly took the door knob into my hand. With any luck, he would be gone.

But I wasn't a lucky hedgehog.

So there he was; still pulling his stuff together as I watched idly. What do I do now? Part of me wanted to bolt out of the doorway and physically remove him from my apartment. But watching him innocently gather his things unfortunately reminded me that this wasn't his fault. Not entirely.

And was last night really such a bad thing? Was there really someone to be blamed? I mean, I delivered the first kiss, and although last night was mostly a drunken blur...I knew that I consented. Part of me even remembered enjoying it...I think.

And an even smaller part of me, the one that didn't have morals or self preservation, also wanted to ask him if he wanted to have sex again...You know, since I wasn't really there to experience it.

What?

I shook my head frantically to stop these thoughts. I was delusional. My head was throbbing and this was what happened when I tried to think in a mild hangover. Stop doing that.

I stared straight ahead. Scourge's back was to me, until he grabbed his shirt on the edge of the bed closest to the bathroom door. Slipping it over his shoulders, he began to shield his rather...impressive six pack.

His eyes met mine briefly before sharply looking past me. "You can stop staring at me," he alerted, cracking his knuckles and stretching his arms. "You stared enough during." The vex in his voice was back. And so was my anger.

"LEAVE," I commanded, pushing him out of my room with him reluctantly following.

"Went to far, Rosie?" he said, bringing his hands up in defense, "you know it's true."

There he was, calling me that name again.

"You know..." I tried my best to humor back, without physically assaulting him, "I was going to ask you if maybe you wanted to have sex again, since I barely remember last night, but since you're acting like that, you can just leave!"

His eyes widened as I shut the door in his smug face.

Good riddance.

I sat on my comforter trying not to think destructive thoughts. It was unlike me to do so. But in the span of a day, I've done some pretty unlike me things. Sighing, I hugged my magenta pillow. I let my eyes fall against my alarm clock, seeing if time could stop for one moment. And I wouldn't do something else stupid.

9:15.

Congratulations. In less than 24 hours, my life was one big, pathetic mess. It was almost numbing, chilling even. Just one big nightmare. I resorted to staring at the soft pink wall of my girlish room. I was blank wall. A blank stupid wall.

A ring and a knock on the door assured me that my troubles still weren't over. Scourge.

Storming to the door, I let my fury manifest itself as my face settled in a snarl.

"I thought I told you to-"

Looking at me like I was a psychopath (which I probably was by now. An emotional psychopath...) was non other than my pyrotechnic friend, Blaze the Cat.

"Is every thing okay, Amy?" Blaze asked, concern weighing heavily on her voice. "Why are you in a towel?" she added, scanning my appearance with her acute cat eyes.

Oh no.

"Fine-I'm fine," I quickly assured her, trying to brush off her questioning. I took a moment to stare south of my body. Huh, I was in only a towel. I suppose blind fury and rage will do that to someone.

I secured the red cloth around my frame. "What brings you here?" I finally questioned back, as Blaze strummed a hand through her perfect, feathery lavender locks. I wanted to roll my eyes at her concern. Blaze was always so put together... unless worrying about me. Like now.

"Trust me, everything's fine," I persuaded further, flashing a bubbly smile. Blaze rolled her eyes slightly, not entirely convinced of the game I was playing.

"Remember, I'm here to help in anyway if you have an issue," she dismissed my reassurance, her ember orbs conveying a friendly doubt. I nodded.

"So how's the move going along?" I said this time. She replied with a gentle shrug.

"Decent. It's going, but I'm not entirely sure where. Silver and I are having trouble deciding what to keep, and remove..." Blaze replied, her eyes now flickering with tired distress.

"I didn't realize that it would be so difficult. But Silver's ESP helps," Blaze laughed, and I'm pretty sure for the first time this day, I genuinely smiled.

Blaze used to be my neighbor. It's actually how our friendship became what it is today. Now that she and Silver were becoming serious, the two were in the process of moving in with each other at Silver's place. They're a lovely couple, really. And for that reason, I die a little bit inside when I remember I'm still single.

And now hooking up with guys I meet at bars. Oh Amy...

Blaze smoothed her white jacket, a content expression resting on her face. "I'm retrieving a box from my apartment and I decided to stop by. Am I imposing?" she said, as I shook my head. Not if me staring at a wall, mentally moaning 'Why me?' counts.

"I'll be heading out then," Blaze said, facing the hallway. "Anyways, we're still on for tonight, correct?" she faced me, a reassuring smile settling on her face.

"Yup, definitely," I agreed, wondering if I should just have Blaze come in, and explain the nightmarish situation that is now my life...

But somehow I couldn't bring myself to do it.

Blaze was perceptive enough. I'd rather her discover my flaws then outwardly tell her. At least not now. I wasn't too sure what was happening myself. It was a whirlwind of events, and I was still assessing the damage.

I let myself grin as I basked in the presence of my friend. "I'll see you later then. And I'll try to help you more with moving."

Blaze released a playful scoff, "I think I'm good. You're not so good with heavy lifting."

I pouted before nodding in agreement. "Maybe so, but it's the thought that counts, right?"

"A lazy man said that." Blaze placed a hand on her hip, something she only did when she was trying to make a point. "It's the help that counts. Anyway, I'll see you later Amy."

I waved good-bye as she ventured out into the hallway until I could hear faint footsteps from the other side of the adjacent wall. Sighing, I closed the door before me. My mind was still racing with unanswered questions.

What do I do about Scourge? What about Blaze? What do I do now?

Is there really a problem? Or am I just making one in my he-

Before I could drown further into my sea of thoughts, the ringing of my phone cut me off. Running into the kitchen and grabbing the folly colored device swiftly, I placed it to my ear before speaking.

"Hello?" I said, forcing my normal, optimistic tone.

"Hey, Ames. It's Sonic."

Uh oh. How will Amy be able to handle this?

Haha, the Oh my God at the beginning of the chapter reminds me of the song "Omigod You Guys" from Legally Blonde: the Musical. But I'm just ranting. Please review! I'll see you soon!

~Koko B