Hello. Like always, it's me again. Thanks for reading. I enjoy writing, and I'm so grateful that I have such a great audience. With that being said, thanks to anonymousWriter37, DIM666 - Insane Leader, AN-DoubleRainbow-NA, and xXxJAMIE-JULIA-RAVENxXx for reviewing. I love you guys. If that's okay.

Speaking of love, there is some sexy stuff in this chapter. Wanted to get that out. You'll see when it's coming, and if you don't like, you can kindly scroll out of it. I'm not one to write such a thing, and I'm not a pro at this sort of thing, so bear with me.

You have been warned.

Anyway, so Amy has a movie night with Blaze...How will that go? See it below...

Disclaimer: I do not own SEGA. Yay.

Chapter 9: Some Nights

Seriously.

Someone should have told me that being single meant being publicly shunned by my friends. I know that they didn't mean it, and that it was unintentional. But it still pissed the hell out of me.

So the movies seemed like a great way to stop thinking about that afternoon. Blaze wasn't relationship savvy, even if she was in one. She was a modest feline who kept her private business to herself and who it concerned.

And with everything, I thanked her for it.

I mean, where does Cream get off talking in front of me like that? First off, she's a teenager. She probably shouldn't be letting too many people know that she's having sex. They could tattle to Vanilla...

Secondly, when did she become all friendly with Sally? Is there some type of club they suddenly received membership for when they decided to swear in their independence for a boyfriend? Thirdly, when did being in a relationship suddenly mean romantic diarrhea of the mouth? Seriously.

Talk. Talk. Talk. Talk. TALK.

It was a total blah fest, and the fact that neither of them even called to clarify why I left (even Sally who seems to deem herself as so fricken righteous) confirms that they didn't even notice me. Or care for that matter.

But moving on.

The movies.

I have to admit that I was actually looking forward to it now. Just me and Blaze. Vienna, My City of Love. A charming rom-com to lessen the burdens of reality for a little while. Film love was fake, unlike the conversation I was forced to witness with Sally and Cream today. But enough of that.

With the heat subsiding with the setting sun, I rolled into the movie theater parkway with cool spirits. I strolled out of my car and into the Gaiety Movie Theater. The cinema was still technically in the plaza, as it followed the same parking system, but it was it's own entity, meaning that I didn't have to deal with all the crazy vendors on a Friday evening.

Upon entrance, my eyes locked onto Blaze as I waved at her to get her attention.

"Hey, Blaze!" I called out to her, shuffling in her direction.

Blaze's halcyon orbs fell on mine. "Hey, Amy," she addressed. "Nice to see you put some clothes on," she humored, as I playfully rolled my eyes. "Ready to see the movie?"

I nodded. I needed the escape. "Definitely."

We purchased our tickets and beverages with ease, before walking into the movie room. Ah, I love being on time for previews. Sometimes they were better than the actual movie.

I settled into a scarlet seat to watch the preview before me. I was an animated movie about toasted bread.

Well, not always.

I closed my eyes taking in the atmosphere. The chill air, the smell of yellow-butter popcorn that was the ultimate symbol of the movies, the quiet chatter of a hall that wasn't yet crowded...I didn't know what it was, but I felt the most relaxed than I had in days.

"Hey, Blaze," a male's voice called out. "Did I miss anything?"

I opened my eyes slowly, not quite ready to see the distraction I knew to well sitting next to Blaze. With my gaze now fixed on the white-silver hedgehog, my assertion was confirmed.

Blaze shook her head, "Not unless you call Mr. Bread Man: Toast-ally Awesome, missing something," Blaze teased, her ember orbs remarkably playful. Silver chuckled a bit before he extended over his mate, his golden gaze meeting mine.

"Oh hey, Amy," he said, noting my presence. "Didn't see you there, but it's been a while, hasn't it?

I nodded slowly, "Uh, hey Silver?" I greeted back, my eyes broading as I tried to verify his presence that was very uncalled for. "Um, what brings you here?"

"Explosions," he simply stated, wrapping an arm around Blaze's shoulder. Explosions?

"But, I, uh, wait," I stammered, as the couple blinked at me cautiously. "I thought this was a chick-flick. A romantic comedy?" I tried to ration as Silver shook his head.

"This?" Silver asked, pointing his thumb at the screen. "Nah, Vienna, My City of Love: Total Destruction, is an action flick. There's comedy. But romance? Enough to justify the title."

Way to be observant, Amy.

"I hope you don't mind that I brought Silver," Blaze intervened this time. No, of course I wouldn't. "When I realized that it wasn't a girly movie and he wanted to go, who was I to say no?" she considered, as I sighed.

"But I should have at least verified this to you," Blaze said, as I shrugged my shoulders. It wasn't the first time I'd been disappointed by a friend. And it wasn't like I was being completely honest with her either. "I'm sorry," she apologized, as I shook my head.

"It's fine," I assured her. "I don't have a problem with Silver. Right Silver?" I called out to the hedgehog.

"Right," he replied with a smile. Blaze couldn't resist sporting a grin too. I nodded at their direction. I could deal with this. Three didn't have to be a crowd. Right?

The lights dimmed and movie finally started.

Only time would tell.

Lights on.

I didn't hate the movie. You know, aside from hearing, "Die Viennese scum!" approximately 64 times... but it was more so the action off of the screen that lead me astray.

Blaze and Silver were not the type of couple to show strong, physical displays of affection. And for the longest time, I realized why our friendship blossomed. Blaze didn't make me feel like her substitute when her boyfriend was unavailable. A lot like Cream and some of the others did when I was present. And like I always said, I always thanked her for it. But as they say...

Less is sometimes more.

The subtle actions I saw from the corner of my eye: squeezing hands, Blaze resting her head on his shoulder, Silver reeling her closer to him, weren't extreme forms of affection in the slightest. But that was it. The crazy romantic-fluff stuff earns an annoyed eye roll. This was actually very sweet. Lovely. But it only reminded me of what I didn't have, and what everyone else seemed to possess in abundance.

"So, how'd you like the movie," Silver asked out loud, but I knew who it was directed towards.

"I enjoyed it," Blaze said as we ventured out into the lobby. "I wish the explosions weren't so loud," Blaze added, tossing her empty container into the trash bin, before soothing her cat ears.

Silver laughed, "But the explosions were the best part!" he playfully argued. "What about you, Amy?"

I shrugged my shoulders, looking down at my boots. "It was good, I guess. Action movies aren't my forte."

"Said the girl who picked it out," Blaze considered as I stuck my tongue out at her. I'd been too preoccupied to notice. Or care.

"Well as fun as this has been, I should be heading home," I expressed, pulling my purse over my shoulder.

"Wait, it's only nine. The sun hasn't even completely set. Was there anything else you wanted to do?" Blaze offered as I shook my head. She was right, after the movies we'd usually hit up the restaurant next door, or find some other girl thing to do.

But that was before the two of them became serious.

I took a quick glance at Silver, trying to detect his expression. He didn't look against going some place, but maybe that was the other thing about relationships. The unwillingness to not spend time with each other. Even if I was butting in.

But I wanted to be alone.

"I'm fine," I pushed, as Blaze's glance turned into a slightly worried one. "I have a lot of work to do, prepping for law school in the fall and all..."

Blaze nodded. "If you sure..." she said, as if she wasn't sure, taking Silver's hand in hers. "Then we'll be leaving. Which lot are you in?"

"North," I stated.

"South," she said reluctantly, meeting my gaze with a concerned sigh. "Then we'll see you later, Amy." The two of them waved goodbye as I watched them disappear into the darkness beginning to dawn outside.

Alone.

I guess I shouldn't really be complaining. I could still be with them if I wanted. I chose to chase them away.

Starting off in the direction of my car, I became invested in my sorry thoughts. Was I making myself miserable? Lonesome? I pulled my keys out of my purse, rejecting these ideas. But who was I kidding? Even with their presence, I would still be alone. Just with company.

My boots shuffled against the parking lot floor, the space much more expansive than I had previously realized. I should of parked closer. But the word should never worked for me. I'd been a neglected victim of the should, could, and almost as worst, would.

Should the day suck? Probably.

Could the day suck? Very likely.

Would the day suck? Most definitely.

I released a groan, wondering what I did to earn such cruel luck. I was a world hero. We all worked in tandem, with Sonic and Shadow receiving most of the credit because they could do more than the rest of us. But just for preventing worldwide destruction on more than one occasion, shouldn't the universe be permanently inclined in my favor?

Of course not.

Because as I roamed the endless sea of cars, there he was, leaning on his motorcycle. Taking a passive draw from a cigarette, I could see the smoke ring out from the back of Scourge's head. I considered making a break for it, refusing to put myself in a situation to talk about everything that happened last night. I was blocking it, and I didn't want it to be unleashed by the teasing way he knew how to push my buttons. I preferred them unpushed.

Exhaling, and walking toward him, I disbanded that cowardly idea quickly, as I tried to look more confident than I actually was.

"You know smoking is bad for you," I said from behind, trying to start off as the dominant one in the conversation that would follow.

He cocked his head as if to register my words before taking another drag, clearly ignoring them. Tossing it to the ground and crushing it against the sole of his shoe, however, I decided that my words were victorious.

"You look hot," he finally whistled, turning around to study my appearance. Eyes of ice danced on mine as I tried my best to remain unflinching. "You back for another round of meaningless sex?"

I was too bothered to reply with an eye roll. Melting his icy gaze I shook my head. "No sex is meaningless," I asserted, my arms crossing over my troubled heart, "it means more to some than others..."

Scourge stared out into the night sky. "So it does," he considered, before rising from his vehicle and staring intently at me. I fought the urge to fall back as his gaze held me. "So which one are you?"

I blinked at him in confusion, never before had I seen his face so serious, so determined to know my response. My hands clenched.

"I don't know," I finally said, "I don't know what to think about the whole thing." I hated suddenly being vulnerable but it was true. Part of me wanted to throw a fit, devastated that I carelessly lost something that I'll never get back. But that was pointless. The other part wanted to dismiss the whole thing all together. Just like I wanted to dismiss any feelings I ever had for Sonic. But like that too, it wasn't that easy.

Scourge's gaze softened as a look of sincerity graced his eyes. "Look Amy, I'm sorry for putting you in this situation," he finally said, as my eyes broadened.

"You were confused that night," he continued, "It was wrong what I did. Just because I could have didn't mean that I should."

I have to admit. I didn't know how to react to Scourge's words. The sight of him apologizing to me was almost as crazy as the thought of the two of us being intimate. But it happened.

Shaking my head, with a sigh I looked up at him. "It's fine. I'm still getting used to the idea that it happened, but I'm not going to fret over it."

That was the old Amy. The desperate, make an uproar about everything that doesn't go my way, Amy. Now I was going to break away from my stereotype. I wasn't going to do what I thought anyone wanted, just like I did with Sonic. You know, besides, actually leaving him alone when I was dead set on his affections... I shook my head again. Forget about my blue standard. I was finally going to act for me.

Hopefully that wasn't too much easier said than done.

"Really?" Scourge replied after a while, his eyes brightening with anxious surprise like the stars beginning to form above us. I brushed a stray hair into place before nodding slowly.

"So you don't think I'm a douche?" Scourge said this time in a mocking tone, but it wasn't complete without his signature smirk. I narrowed my eyes, shrugging slightly.

"Well, I wouldn't go that far..." I offered, clearly teasing him. And there it was, the smirk was back. I gave a half smile, fixing my gaze on him. "But I'm trying to view what happened with an approach—that's not immediately anger at myself."

If not anger, then the opposite would be love. But the very least, which I could handle—would be forgiveness and affection. After all, if I was ever going to get past this, I was going to have to forgive Scourge. I couldn't hold a grudge against something we were both accountable for.

But then there leaves affection. I'm not sure what type of feelings I had toward Scourge. I couldn't say that they were romantic, but what were true romantic feelings? I mean, I strived to be in a relationship with Sonic based on him saving me when I was a kid. Wasn't that a bit shallow? Maybe I waltzed around the place, claiming to be a lover or love when I didn't really know what it was. To feel real love for someone.

For me to have kissed Scourge must have meant something. I couldn't hide behind the intoxication card. I felt something. Something about the way he treated me, the way he advised me attracted me to him. And the fact that he wasn't entirely bad looking could have helped...

But I was getting ahead of myself. We had slept with each other, but he was sort of right. It wasn't meaningless in the slightest, but it was pretty casual. It happened under the assumption that we could both part ways and never think about it if we wanted. But I didn't want to do that.

Maybe there was something here.

I placed my gaze back on the harlequin hedgehog who also seemed captured in a daze. Only, speaking for the slightly foolish simper on his face as he let out a small chuckle before he continued to stare at nothing confirmed that he was probably thinking about something funny on TV or out in the parking lot horizon that I couldn't see. Or maybe us. When we were having sex...

I shivered slightly. It was still weird. But I still wanted to do it. Again. Call it hormones, but I felt unfairly deprived of the moment that was supposed to blossom me into a woman. Maybe that's why I was so worthless to Cream and Sally's conversation, even though I was technically part of their 'club'.

"So anyway..." I started, halting my incessant mental ramblings. "...I just want to say that I'm not mad. From what I can remember—and it's very little—I liked it."

Scourge looked a bit taken back. "Really?" he said again, in both shock and revelation. I nodded.

"I'm so sick of compromising myself, and I guess this morning was my first true act of rebellion, and I didn't know what to do with myself," I considered. It was true. I went from being a prude in waiting to a practically participating in a one night stand. I wasn't proud by a long shot, but the experience opened my eyes. "Maybe it's not a bad thing to take a chance."

"Maybe not," he also said considerably, before flashing me a smirk. "I like you, Rosie."

"I like you, too," I said, before my slightly irritated gaze met his.

"But if you don't stop calling me Rosie, you'll never come back to my house."

I still invited him in anyways.

I realized that when you fight for something so long it may decrease your chance at success. Fighting him on the nickname thing was a pointless battle I wasn't going to win.

I liked Scourge. I know it may have seemed like I was rushing with moving on, but who was I not to? The relationship I had with Sonic was almost entirely composed in my head. If you took away my desperate mentality to be with him, my relationship so far with Scourge was completely innocent and natural. Boy meets girl. Girl meets boy. They hook up. It's how the world goes round.

Besides. I liked him. And it's not like we were eloping. I liked how he would listen to me in an objected manner, and wouldn't judge me. He was impartial, a bit smirky, crude even, but never condescending or over righteous. He was nothing like me, but that was a good thing. The world didn't need a male equivalent of me running around. As they say, opposites attract. And I wanted different.

As a screwed up girl like me, I needed that.

Just like I needed him in my bedroom. To be screwed.

He was on top of me, kissing me all over, sucking on my chin, that ticklish side of my neck, and slowly began undoing the buttons of my blouse. His lips came upon my chest, only shielded by my bra. He unhooked that too.

"Scourge," I gasped in a hush, as his lips settled on my erect nipples. Suckling on them hard, I was blinded in bliss. My eyes glazed over, as my hands ran greedily over his back as I tried to contain myself. My hands settled on his shoulders, as he leaned further on top of me, sealing me in a lip-lock. I quivered underneath him as he roared, exploring my mouth rapidly, his tongue lashing against mine.

His chest pressed against mine, my heart beating like a hummingbird as he held me close. I chose to nibble on his lower lip, and the back of his chin as he groaned, using his hands to assault my curves, moving on to those breasts he loved so much.

By now his throbbing member was tickling my belly. I kissed him back, capturing his attention with my lips.

"I want you..." I slurred, his pursed lips brushing against my neck, cutting me off.

"I want you..." I began again, as he groaned this time, an impatient roar emitting from his mouth as he seize my ear in a nibble, claiming me as his, scattering my thoughts this sinful ardor.

Coming up to my glistening face, his parted eyes flickered against mine. "You don't have to say it, Rosie."

He gave me a final deep kiss as I drank him up, my hands rushing through his silky, harlequin fur. He tilted my head with his hands to gape harder on my face, to tease me, before entangling his fingers with mine.

I was becoming restless in lust. My lower region was burning, like liquid fire, and I could barely stand it.

"Scourge-" One thrust cut me off. I released a suppressed moan, as I could see Scourge's eyes roll back. It was lust. Lusty lust lust.

"Shit," he gasped, pulling out, and driving in again. I could feel his hands tense and clench against mine, as I watched him, trying become accustomed with this new feeling. He was so hard, and I was tight.

Another thrust silenced my thoughts, as pleasure began to soar in me. Picking up a slow rhythm, the green hedgehog began to move in a steady pace. Making contact with that...that part...of me that me that made it very difficult to...think.

In and out. Up and down. We gridded as one, like a cork in the ocean.

The man before released a howl, dissatisfied at the pace he had previously established. Burying my hands into the mattress, he rose his hips, gyrating them faster, rolling them in circles and making my body feel, dare I say...happy.

I moaned, holding him closer to me with my head tilted back, feeling like Hedone, Goddess of Pleasure, as he delivered kisses to my neck.

I could feel a smile creep on my face, as my hips started to dance against his, fueling me further with mental explosions of happy feelings. After all, it takes two to vertical tango.

"Rosie," he called out, as I grinded with him, his phallus hitting that-ah spot. Straddling my legs over his shoulders, he pushed himself in deeper, penetrating me harder, faster.

"Mmm," I moaned, eyes glazed over like the virgin I was yesterday, my mind racing as I tried to feel everything.

Faster. Quicker. Accelerating at super speed.

"Scourge," I called out in a hushed sigh, on the highest of erotic edges, "I'm about to..."

Stop.

I gasped for air, as if I had been suddenly released from being submerged underwater. I could punch him if I wasn't in such a bothered haze. "Stop teasing me," I moaned, pleading almost, "I'm going to lose it."

I could see a smirk return in his eyes as he resumed. "Just..." Thrust. "Building..." Thrust. "Suspense..." Thrust.

Burying my hands in his back, I could feel the mind-shattering sensation return. "Yes," I gasped, before a powerful moan over took me. My eyes rolled back, and I could see stars. Orgasmic, outer-worldly, stars.

Scourge took no trouble, sucking, teasing on my breasts which severely increased the sensation, blinding me from reality, as my toes curled against the white sheets, and my hands prodded into his back for support, clinging me back to Mobius.

A groan escaped him as he pummeled my insides with no mercy.

"Shit-" he called out again, until I felt it. Him. As his thrusting lessened, and my body was welcomed by a warm sensation.

He rolled off of me with a groan before bringing me too him. He released a whistle before satisfied eyes met mine.

"How was that?" he said, regaining his breath as I nestled closer to him, taking in his presence.

"I can't believe I waited...so long to do this," I simply replied, panting slightly, not entirely answering his question. Winded and tired, I rested my head on his chest, feeling it rise as he laughed.

He smirked. "That's because you were waiting for me," he informed, as I gave him a playful nudge on the shoulder.

"Yeah," I humored, but perhaps seeing some truth in his words. Maybe I needed someone like him. Not necessarily what most would call a stand up guy, but someone with drive and character. There for me although I never asked him to come to my rescue. And there here was. My martyr was lying next to me.

"I want to move forward," I said, running my fingers in his hair, "I'm tired of going in circles."

"Then," Scourge started, bringing an arm over my shoulder the same way Silver had done to Blaze, "What are you afraid of? Take a chance."

I sighed. "I am. Let's go back to two days ago. Tonight." Scourge nodded. The uptight, Sonic-driven Amy of two yesterdays would never have done this. the idea wouldn't even exist in my mind. We all knew that cobalt thoughts were filling it.

"You're right," he agreed. "But there's no harm in forgetting him."

I sunk further into the bed, into his arms. Just forget him? I didn't know if it was that easy.

But nestled in Scourge's presence, his soft breath reigning over me, my body flustered with these new feelings he had given me...I was quickly beginning to. Within a fleeting moment, my eye lids became anchors, falling over my orbs as I drifted off to sleep in the warm, liking arms of Scourge...

He was already forgotten.

This is what happens when I try to write sexyness...hope it was decent. So it's probably safe to assume that for the time being, this is ScourgeXAmy. I'll tell you my intention behind it in the upcoming chapter(s). But for now, review and I hope you liked it.

~Koko B