It had surpassed her highest exaltations. As his lips moved against hers, attempting to encapsulate the pure, raw feelings and emotions it held. He was kissing her. And as she tried to recount the steps in her head that has led her here... Her mind had melted beyond use. As his gloved fingers graced her cheeks, slipping into her quills. As his other hand danced fluidly across the small of her back, and pushed her against him.
It was everything she'd hoped for.
Sparks were flying, and she could feel the electricity flowing. Despite the clichés, despite everything... This was happening.
And it was happening to her.
A small moan of bliss left her throat. And the innocence behind it was almost unmistakable. This wasn't the kind of kiss of a lustful man after some piece of meat... This was the kiss of a man trying to make up for years of lost time with the woman he loved.
And it almost seemed as if the world was crashing down when he finally had to pull himself away from her. And the words left his lips...
...
...
"How was your first kiss?"
And she stopped, and looked him in the eyes, a look of utter confusion written across her face. "What makes you think that was my first?"
A/N: I don't think Sonic could ever be Amy's first. XD Headcanons ruin me. Especially the ones I make up myself.