Shadow's room was a presidential suite on the top floor. Amy felt her heart rate quicken as she rode the elevator to the top floor. As she walked out of the elevator towards Shadow's room, she heart two maids talking about Shadow in a nearby room.
"Mr Shadow was in a bad mood tonight. He was nit picking everything in the movie."
"I heard he just injured producer Robotnik's arm with hot coffee!"
"I don't want to go in that room, you're braver than me, if he requests anymore service, you go do it."
As Amy passed the room, she grew more uneasy and anxious. She was standing in front of his door moments later and pressed the doorbell. She waited a few moments and after no response, she knocked quietly. The door opened suddenly on its own and she suddenly pushed forward, closing the door behind her quickly. The living room was empty, and just as Amy was about to just put the script down, he walked out from the bathroom with shorts on his waist. His face had a darkened expression. Maybe it was because of the fight he had just got into with Robotnik?
Amy stood where she was, holding the script out to him. "Here is your script."
His eyes fell over her, and she could see he wasn't going to make any effort to reach out and grab it from her. Amy growled and walked into the room, putting the script down on a table, "Fine, I'll put it here then." After he still said nothing, she put her nose in the air, "Well, I've done what I came here to do. Goodbye."
She turned to leave the room, heading straight to the door. Shadow's heart jumped out of his chest as he moved forward, grabbing her wrist to prevent her from leaving. She turned in shock, "Shadow-" He pulled her with him as he dragged her to his room. Then he pulled her into the bathroom, pulling her top off as he turned the cold shower on and pushed her into the tub. He glared at the part of her shoulder that Robotnik had touched, no, soiled. He took the shower head and aimed for that one spot. Amy's pink fur was wet and damp and she shivered in the cold water, "S-Shadow..."
He threw the shower to the ground, stopping as he kept her pinned to the wall. His eyes were lowered, his eyes lusted over. Amy scrunched her face up, "Shadow, I don't understand what you're trying to do."
Amy and Shadow were both soaking wet from the shower. Their remaining clothes still dripping wet. Aside from the water that trickled in the tub, there was complete silence. Shadow bent his head down, opened his mouth, and bit hard where Robotnik had touched her. She yelped and clung to him as his fangs broke the skin in her fur. Her body trembled as she felt bits of blood and saliva roll off her shoulder. It hurt. It hurt! Tears fell from her eyes and into his neck. He froze when they met his skin and he looked up at her. He seemed to realize what he had done, and lowered his head in shame. Then, slowly, he licked her wound with his tongue. Soon her tears and her cries turned into soft moans. He darted up and kissed Amy's lips. Her lips were soft, and tasted of strawberries. His lips tasted of blood. Amy was confused, usually, when they were intimate, he was gentle... but this. This was not normal. She closed her eyes, letting him have her way with her as he hoisted her legs over his waist and pushed into her.
After a while, the two simmered down as they had finished. Amy was panting heavily, and so was he. Amy felt weak as she laid her head on the side of the tub. Shadow looked at Amy, averted his eyes, and then looked back at her again. There was a huge bruise on her shoulder. He growled at himself as he cursed under his breath. He wrapped a towel around his waist and walked out of the bathroom. Amy watched him leave, her heart breaking. She had no energy to move, and instead laid under the water as it continued running, and drifted off into a deep sleep.
While she slept, Shadow had changed clothes and was about to leave the room. He paused at the door, and thought about glancing at the bathroom, but decided against it and walked out.
When Amy woke up an hour later, the water was still running and she was alone. Her body ached as she struggled to sit up. She managed to walk into the room and saw that no one was there. Shadow had left her all alone. She sat up in alarm. She told Cream that she wouldn't be long, but it had been over an hour! She ran to the phone, hoping Cream hadn't already called the crew.
"A-Amy?"
"Cream..."
"Oh my gosh, thank goodness you're safe! Where have you been?"
"Can you come find me? I'm in the presidential suite, please bring me a change of clothes."
Cream had hung up quickly and was at the door within five minutes. Amy opened the door and let Cream in. She had wide eyes as she looked at the bruise on Amy's shoulder, "Amy! Who did that to you? Don't tell me that bastard-"
"It's okay Cream... I just want to go." Amy looked like she didn't want to talk about it, and Cream shut her mouth, not pushing the thought any further. She pushed Amy's clothes into her hands, "All right Amy, but hurry up before he comes back."
Amy nodded and changed into the pajamas she had been brought before grabbing her other clothes and walking back to her room with Cream. Luckily it was late and everyone was sleeping so no one noticed Cream and Amy walking back from there. When they got back to their room, Amy sighed and fell onto her bed tiredly.
"Amy, we need to talk about what happened."
"Cream, I don't want to talk about it. I just want to sleep." Amy's eyes looked like they had the worst night of their life. There were tear stains on her cheeks and she looked broken. Cream sighed and nodded, "Okay Amy. If you don't want to talk about it, I won't force you to." Amy smiled at her friend and gave her a quiet thank you before going to sleep in her bed.
