Notice! This is NOT a lemon! Repeat, NOT a lemon! Just sorta suggestive. It's a little bit more...mature than previous one shots, and not as well done. I am SUPER sorry I haven't updated in awhile. I finally finished finals for school, and I have a family member getting married, as well as drama drama drama. You probably know how it is. Anyways, don't expect too much in this one.

Also! I just updated Chapter 5 to my story Reforming on Deviant Art under Anastasia921 in case you have been reading that story. Thanks! Be easy on me with these next couple ones, I've been having a rough week :P

Disclaimer: I don't own the Sega characters

Exciting

The heavy scent of whiskey and beer hung in the air like fog, drowning his senses in the intoxicating atmosphere. He set himself down at the counter, slamming the table top impatiently, "tap. On the double," he barked out to the bartender.

The weasel that stood behind the counter was large, his gut sticking out four inches over his belt loop of dirty jeans. Thrown sloppily over his shoulder was a dishtowel, and his yellow fur seemed dull with age. He nodded towards Shadow, and turned towards the back, grabbing a tall drinking glass from the top shelf.

Quite quickly, a drinking glass was slid in his direction, the foamy contents swishing around the rim as he caught it in his gloved palm.

Bringing the bitter drink to his lips, his sipped from the rim and let his tongue dwell on the burning sensation that soothed his throat as he swigged it briefly, before setting it back down and wiping his muzzle.

Music resounded loudly behind him near the stage, and whistling cat calls, as well as drunken fools shouting useless gibberish with hazed thoughts. He sighed heavily, the damp mood of his thoughts craving something to do.

Fun.

Fun had never been a spectacle in his life that he lingered on for long. Parties didn't do him good, nor did one night stands. He had tried it once, and only got so far as making out before he flashed away in disgust.

Yet he kept returning. The beer did little to his nerves, as anything in him that was damaged immediately repaired itself before he could get fully drunk, and see the world through glazed eyes and forgotten thoughts. He wasn't sure if it was a blessing or a curse to have the power to heal and regenerate cells.

Taking another sip, he ignored the sound of approaching heels that set themselves on the seat next to him.

Assuming it to be a desperate girl in want of his body, he growled coldly, "go away."

"Now that's no way to talk to someone you haven't seen in five years is it?"

Registering the voice, he found it faintly familiar to him. Whipping his head around, his red eyes landed on the presence of a lavender feline, hair parted to the side and long locks draping down her shoulders, matched with bangs that covered half of her right eye. The orbs that sparkled smugly were the same as he remembered those many years ago, amber irises glinting dangerously like the flames she possessed. Powder white muzzle held a satisfied smirk, as her tail lashed behind her tauntingly.

"Blaze," he noted, taking in her changed features carefully. Last he'd seen her, she was fifteen, and he had been twenty. Five years later, she was much different in appearance.

Her chest that had once been as flat as a board had grown into accented curves, as well as spread hips that angled well with her narrow waist. Snapping his eyes back to her face, he smirked back, finding that his mood had lightened at her appearance.

"Long time no see," he greeted.

Blaze nodded in agreement. "Yes, it has. You still playing as GUN's errand boy?" she teased lightly, leaning her head into her hand and pursing her lips.

Shadow frowned, "afraid so." Letting his anger reside to curiosity, he quirked an eyebrow and tilted his head, "what's a princess like yourself doing in a place like this?"

"Princess huh? Haven't heard that in awhile," she mused with a cold chuckle. It was obviously a subject she often skirted around. "I just decided to come here for something different to do. Seems I'm in a rut. Ever since putting Nega away, life's been rather dull I'm afraid."

The ebony hedgehog nodded in agreement, his eyes flickering to her entire form once again. He had always admired her strength whenever they had battled together, and there had been some spark of chemistry between the two that he had ignored. Now, years later, he found that he still felt drawn to her. Her fur looked smooth, and he refrained the urge to reach out and run his fingers through it.

The clothes she wore weren't helping his nerves in the least. Her newly curved body adorned black jean shorts and pumps, a loose mid-drift top hung like a curtain off her bust, and her hair down gave her facial features a justice a pony tail never did.

She seemed to feel his eyes roaming her as she glanced at him suspiciously.

He quickly jumped back into the conversation with nonchalance. "I understand how that feels. I've been coming here for a few nights in a row now trying to find something to do," he admitted, sipping his drink that he had nearly forgotten about from the feline's arrival.

Blaze twitched her lips in an upward angle, "well then you're in the right place. I'm sure there are many girls here that would show you a good time if you asked them."

Shadow turned to meet her gaze, cracking a grin as he replied, "are you one of them?"

The she-cat seemed surprise with his out-put flirty antics, but returned the grin despite herself. "I suppose it wouldn't be the first time we kissed. You did that one time awhile back."

The hedgehog stretched his grin farther. That had been a partial accident. His hormones had reacted on impulse from their time alone one moment in the woods, and had clashed her lips against his. She had reacted with a squeal, yet neither had pulled away until he had realized what he was doing and teleported away. It wasn't right to approach a sixteen year old at the age of twenty one.

But now here she was again, the same girl that he had been drawn to had somehow appeared right in front of him again.

"Yea, that had been my anatomy impulse," he admitted, chuckling deeply.

Blaze shrugged, "Luckily for you I must have had a small crush on you back then, otherwise I would've burnt you to a toast."

Shadow leaned forward slightly more in her direction, his red eyes piercing through hers. "Hm," he mused, "and what of right now?"

The feline gave him a quizzical look, "excuse me?"

Shadow crept forward towards her face, capturing her muzzle in a lip-lock of his own. For brief seconds, with his lids closed, he could feel her rigid form beneath his mouth.

As she began responding, he smirked smugly against her lips, guiding her to stand as they remained in a tight passionate embrace.

With a snap of his fingers, he fluctuated the chaos emerald that remained tucked away in his quills to teleport them elsewhere, and in a flash, they reappeared in his apartment.

Blaze felt the shift of power, and opened her eyes to see the differed surroundings. Pulling away for both air, and from curiosity, she withdrew her face from his and glanced around, taking in the sights of his bedroom.

"I assume this is yours then?" she spoke, turning back to the hedgehog who was watching her every move, not an inch away from her face.

Shadow snaked his arms around her, pulling her figure tightly against his chest and tilting her head up to study her face fully. "Yes, now where were we?"

Blaze shook her head at him, his husky antics causing a tingling sensation all over her body, a wanting to clench his fur in fistfuls, to stroke his quills in affection. She had never been so hypnotized by anyone before.

She responded to him by pushing his head down to hers, and soon enough, they were once again mingling together, not noticing, nor caring, where they went as their bodies knocked over a lamp off a wooden shelf, slamming into the walls in a ruckus, before finally falling to the cushions of a bed below.

Shadow landed on top, his hands on both sides of her shoulders as he began nudging her neck as she craned her head sideways.

"You forgot to pay the bartender," Blaze struggled out, her voice sounding strained from tension.

The ebony hedgehog didn't waver on his nuzzling, fluttering his eyes shut as he chuckled deeply, "way to try and kill the mood," he teased, bringing his lips up to her white jawline.

Blaze's eye lids dropped close also, her tail twisting and entwining itself around Shadow's leg. She let out a light giggle despite herself, and positioned her hands into his white chest fur, "I never said I'd make things easy for you."

Shadow straightened his elbows to look down at her, feeling the soft tugging of her tail on his leg, as it brushed his thigh tauntingly.

He grinned down at her, crimson irises flashing. Her fur was already beginning to sweat, just as he was from her intense heat that steamed off her body.

"You excited?" he teased, running his thumb along her cheek.

Blaze rolled her golden eyes, stretching her lips up to his ear and whispering seductively, "not nearly as much as you're going to be."

Heart throbbing loudly, Shadow smashed into her with a heated kiss, eager to enjoy the moment.

In the morning to come, their would be no regrets.