AN: Once again, sorry for the long delay. I'm still packing up in preparation for the move. I'm about to start my new job on July 29th, and I'm honestly terrified. I will live with my sister and brother-in-law until my new house is ready. Therefore, expect a possibly longer delay in the next chapter. Thank you to the two guests who left reviews on my last chapter. Also, shout out to Pirilax for your lovely review, as always! I hope you enjoy this next, especially those low-key MightyxAmy shippers. This one is dedicated to you!
I do not own the song: "Turn the Night Up" by Enrique Iglesias.
It had been a few days after the attack, and things had calmed down. It was the evening when Manic entered the living room, where he found the mongoose bundled up in blankets and sat on the couch. He had two cups of coffee in hand and walked over to her. "Hey, how are you feeling today?" he asked, handing her a cup of coffee.
Mina accepted the mug with a faint smile. "A little bit better. Thank you for looking after me all this time. It's sweet, but you don't need to. I'll be fine, I swear."
He gave her a weak smile. "It's honestly no big deal," he shrugged as he sat beside her on the couch. "Actually, it's been good for me if I'm being real. It's been a big-time distraction for my crappy problems."
She took a sip of her coffee. "And what problems are you dealing with?"
He was silent for a few moments as he dwelled on how to approach the topic. "Just fucked up ones—mostly personal trauma," he admitted. "I don't really want to go into too much detail. I don't wanna burden you with my issue, you know."
"I understand, but if you ever feel like talking about it, you can always talk to me. After all, you allowed me to talk to you after what happened at the distribution center."
He smiled sincerely at her, which he hadn't done in weeks. "I appreciate that."
•~•
Meanwhile, that evening, Mephiles and Shadow met up with Enerjak and his associates at a disclosed private location on the city's outskirts. The two brothers stood before the echidna as they quickly briefed him on handling their upcoming business deal.
"Mogul is very concerned," Mephiles began. "You see, he's afraid that blood and headlines will stain their cause."
Enerjak smirked arrogantly. "I have found that big stacks of cash have a very tranquil effect on people. I'll convince him to let go of his fears."
"Well, you'll need a little diplomacy, too," Shadow added.
The echidna kept his hands firmly over the handle of his cane. "Dear boy, I can be very persuasive."
"Get ready then; he's pulling up now," Shadow nodded. The group turned and spotted two black S.U.V.s approaching their meeting location. The cars parked, and eventually, the large and intimidating Mammoth Mogul appeared as he stepped out of his vehicle with his bodyguards ready. In his luxurious business suit, he and his guards sauntered over to approach the other males.
"Mr. Enerjak, this is Mammoth Mogul, our supplier," Mephiles introduced. "And Mr. Mogul, this is Mr. Enerjak, the head of the cartel." The two leaders shook hands with one another, remaining respectful.
"It's a pleasure to meet you finally," Mogul responded.
Enerjak smiled diplomatically as they departed from their handshake. "You made quite the commute for this meeting. I greatly appreciate your time, sir."
He shoved his hands in his pockets, leaned back on his heels, and looked down at the echidna. "Of course, but only because your business with us seems worth it."
"I'm pleased to hear that. Does that mean you'll continue to work with us as a supplier in the future? After all, we'll need more higher-level weaponry moving forward."
"I'm equally happy to hear you want to continue funding my business, but I have a few concerns that linger on my mind…"
He smiled confidently. "Let's hear them then," Enerjak urged as he placed a hand on his shoulder and began to usher him further away from Shadow and Mephiles. The two walked together side by side as the bodyguards of both males followed them. "Allow me to alleviate all your worries and concerns."
Shadow and Mephiles eyed one another as they wondered how savvy the echidna would be at convincing their boss.
•~•
Later that night, Amy stood in her kitchen washing some dishes after another long shift at work. She heard her phone chime, signaling that she had a text message. She turned off the faucet and quickly dried her hands on a dish towel before she grabbed her phone to check the message. It happened to be from Mighty. "Coming over in a bit. I hope you haven't eaten yet. I'm bringing food over."
Amy began typing back to him. "That's sweet; I haven't, actually. What's the surprise visit for?"
"Just a check-in," he replied with a smiley face emoji.
Amy scrutinized the message before putting her phone down to check her appearance. She entered her bedroom, where a standing mirror was found, and messed with the messy updo ponytail she had thrown her quills into while cleaning. She was already in her pajama set for the night, which consisted of short red silk pajama shorts, a silk red spaghetti strap tank top, and fluffy black slippers. She checked to ensure she was acceptable in her appearance before hearing a knock on her front door. Shen rushed to open the door. When she peeped through the peephole, she saw Mighty standing on the other side with a backpack slung over one shoulder and a large brown bag held in the other. Smiling, she opened the door to greet him.
The armadillo grinned when he laid eyes on her. "Hey, Ames!"
She opened the door more to allow him inside. "Hey, come inside."
He strode past her as she closed her front door before locking it. "So, what'd you bring over to eat?"
He walked over to her kitchen counter, unpacking the items inside the brown bag. "Just some Chinese," he answered. "I got all your favorites, too."
Amy smiled happily as she stood on the other side of the counter. "Oh? You remembered my favorites?"
"Of course, kid," he winked. He pulled out three white cartons and slid them across to her. "Beef and broccoli, crab Rangoon, and chicken lo mien."
Amy clasped her hands together giddily. "Wow, you did well!" She walked over to her kitchen drawer, grabbed some chopsticks, and grabbed a few plates.
"And as for me," he continued. He pulled out several more cartons. "Shrimp fried rice, orange chicken, and some soup dumplings."
Amy eyed all the food laid out on the counter. "This is a lot of food, you know…"
He shrugged indifferently. "Eh, don't worry about it. You'll have some leftovers, I'm sure."
•~•
A little bit later, after returning home from meeting with Mr. Enerjak and Mr. Mogul, the two brothers entered the living room, where some of the other members waited for them. Knuckles, Gadget, Manic, and Ray sat on the sofa, eager to hear how the meeting between the two males went.
"You're back earlier than I'd expect," Knuckles noted. "I assume that can only be good news then."
Mephiles nodded rather proudly. "Enerjak wasn't kidding when he said he could be quite persuasive. He sealed the deal and put all of Mogul's fears to rest."
"Gee. I'm shocked," Gadget noted. "I would've assumed there would be no chance of getting his business to continue with their reputation…"
"I thought the same," Shadow concurred. "However, it looks like we're truly in this for the long haul now."
Knuckles scoffed under his breath and shook his head, not pleased by the news. "Great," he muttered.
Shadow's eyes scanned the living room as he noted an absence. "Where's Mighty?"
"Oh yeah, he stopped by Amy's place to check on her. He's been worried sick about her ever since the distribution center was attacked," Manic piped up.
"I see…" Shadow couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy course through him at the thought of spending time alone in her apartment, especially with Amy's history of having a crush on the armadillo. However, he couldn't and shouldn't feel the emotions he was feeling at that moment. They had broken up—he needed to move on. "Pff, whatever." At any rate, it was only a drop-by check.
•~•
At that same time, back at Amy's apartment, the two lounged on her couch as they finished their plates of Chinese food. Mighty patted his stomach, content with the feeling of being full of the tasty meal. "That hit the spot, huh, Ames?"
Amy wiped her lips with a napkin. "Yes, it was delicious! Thank you for bringing me the wonderful meal."
He smiled warmly at her. "No problem, kid." She watched as he rose and began cleaning up the trash they had created.
"No! You don't have to do that," she urged. "I can clean up."
Mighty shook his head at her pleas. "Nah, I've got it here. Just sit back and relax."
Amy restrained herself and watched as he continued throwing away trash. "So, when will you tell me why you stopped by so suddenly?"
He froze near the trashcan as he craned his neck to look back at her in the living room. "Can't a good friend stop by to visit?"
Amy considered telling him she had an encounter with Mephiles a couple of nights ago when she saw him flee the scene due to a club emergency. She had pieced together something significant that had gone down with the club. Instead, she shrugged. She didn't want Mighty to be involved in her drama with the M.C. president—it would only complicate things. "Just call it a girl's intuition."
He finished disposing of trash and sighed. "Fine, you got me." He walked back over to the couch and sat down across from her. "One of our work sites was attacked by the opposing cartel the other day. They killed a lot of our working girls and left only one of them alive. Some of us think she was lucky when she played dead not to be taken out, while others believe they purposely left her as a sole survivor to recount the horrors to us," he explained. "You know, as a threat to back off."
"Who was it who survived?" Amy inquired.
"The new girl who joined us. Mina," he answered. "The whole ordeal shook her, but funnily enough, Manic has been looking after her."
She frowned. "Poor girl," Amy mumbled. "I can only imagine…."
"Yeah, well. It got me thinking about you being out here all alone. That's why I stopped by. I was wondering if you'd allow me to spend the night with you?" Amy blushed at the notion, and Mighty chuckled as he realized how it sounded as he caught her reaction. "Not like that, Ames. I'll crash on the couch. It'll give me peace of mind, and I hope for you too."
She rubbed at her left arm. "Sure, I don't mind. I guess it'll be nice to have some company for once. Just let me get some bedsheets for you, and I can set a bed up for you on the couch."
"Thanks, Ames," he smiled.
When she returned, she spotted him getting into his backpack, where he had a spare pair of clothes, and she watched as he placed his gun on the coffee table next to where he'd be sleeping. She approached him with the bedsheets and spare pillow. "You aren't playing around, huh?" she noted, staring at his weapon.
"Not a chance, kid." He moved aside as he allowed her to make his makeshift bed. However, as she was bent over, his eyes couldn't help but stare at her perky backside. Her red silk pajama pants showed a bit of her cheeky bum as she leaned forward. The armadillo swallowed the lump in his throat as he realized he was ogling her. His blue eyes drifted away as he rubbed the back of his neck. "So, uh, you still plan to come to my birthday party tomorrow night?" he asked, trying to distract himself from checking her out.
Amy stood upright after putting on the bedsheets over the couch. "Of course I will."
"Great," he beamed.
She placed his pillow down and fluffed it for him. "Who else is going?"
"Pretty much all the O.G. crew. Rouge and Mina will be there too."
Amy frowned as a thought crossed her mind. "So, I guess that means Lien-Da will also be there…with Shadow?"
"Uh…yeah, she'll probably go as his date. But hey, you can chill and hang with me," he offered with a smile.
Her ears lowered solemnly as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Now that I think of it, going to this might be much harder than I thought…I want to win him back, though."
He walked over and placed his hand on her arm. "You're right, it will be, but you can still have fun with me and the others. We all miss you like crazy, Ames. Come out and party with us."
She smiled weakly. "Alright…"
•~•
The following day, Amy was dressed in scrubs for her next shift at the hospital. She sat at the kitchen table, eating some cereal, when her ears twitched to a sound. She heard Mighty's cell phone vibrating on the coffee table. It vibrated for some time before it finally stopped. Amy returned to eating her meal, not wanting to intrude by invading his personal items. However, the phone began vibrating again, as she assumed the same person was calling him again.
She sighed. "Mighty, you've got a call," she announced loudly so he could hear. He was currently in the bathroom.
"Can you answer it for me and tell them I'll be out in a sec?" his muffled voice replied through the bathroom door.
"Sure," she stated loudly as she got up to answer the call. As Amy walked over, she picked up his flip phone and opened it to answer the call. She quickly put the phone up to her ear. "Hello?"
"…Rose?" the voice said on the other end. She immediately recognized it as Shadow's voice.
"Oh, Shadow," her voice suddenly became less confident. "Um, Mighty's in the bathroom right now. He'll be out in a few moments."
Right on cue, the armadillo came out. "Who is it?"
"He's here," she said into the phone before handing it over. "It's Shadow."
Mighty made a face, realizing how uncomfortable it must've been for her to answer. "Oh boy," he whispered before placing the phone to his ear. "Shad?"
"You're still at her apartment?" he probed, a hint of annoyance in his voice.
He grimaced, knowing Shadow was disappointed with him by his tone alone. "Yeah, sorry about that. I overslept. I'm moving now, I promise."
"I was under the impression yesterday this was a quick check-in, not an overnight stay…"
"Look, I was worried about her, so I stayed the night," he explained, trying to lower his voice as he walked off a little further. He glanced over his shoulder at Amy, who was sitting at the kitchen table. He assumed she was eavesdropping on the one-sided conversation as she ate and didn't need her to hear everything.
"You do realize what this looks like, don't you?" he interrogated.
"Shads, nothing happened, man. I wouldn't do that to you," he whispered.
"You have work to do in the mechanic shop," he stated sternly. "Get back to the compound. Now," he emphasized.
Mighty opened his mouth to respond but realized he had already hung up. It was pretty apparent that Shadow was pissed with the situation. "Ames, I gotta get going. I'm already off to a bad start with Shads this morning."
"Why is he upset? He has no right to be."
Mighty scratched his chin. "Er, he kind of suspects something may have happened with me staying over here."
Amy leaned back in her seat, huffing and crossing her arms over her chest. "Good. It serves him right to think that. Now he can get a taste of his own medicine."
Mighty shook his head and sighed. "Yeah, but I'm the one who will have to deal with him in a mood when I get back home."
"He'll get over it eventually," she smirked victoriously.
"Right…" Mighty approached her at the table and grabbed his backpack. "I'll pick you up later tonight around 11 PM. Okay?"
Amy smiled up at him. "I'll be ready," she nodded.
Mighty approached the front door and slung his backpack over his left shoulder. "Alright, kid, I'll see you later tonight."
"Later," she waved.
•~•
That evening, a few white taxi vans arrived at the compound and picked everyone up for the club. While they drove to Amy's apartment to pick her up, everyone chatted in the back seats, giddy to party.
Manic, Mina, and Mighty sat in the back row of the van. The green hedgehog patted the armadillo on the back. "Since it's your birthday, I only think it's fair that I help you pull the best chick tonight and be your wingman. You get first dibs on the hottest chick in the club!"
Mighty chuckled. "I always come home with the best girl in the club so it won't be too difficult," he bragged.
Manic scoffed slightly and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, sure, Might."
Knuckles and Rouge sat in front of the two, and he rolled his eyes at the two males, bro-ing out as they always did before hitting the club. Rouge linked arms with him as they eavesdropped on their conversation. "Remember when you were their age?"
"Of course," he answered. "But was I like that back then?"
"Yes." Rouge chuckled.
The two vans suddenly stopped in front of Amy's apartment complex and sounded off a honk. A few moments later, Amy came down the stairs of her apartment complex. Rouge spotted her in one of her old club-wear dresses she had allowed her to borrow for the night. Manic also happened to see Amy as she descended the stairs. He wolf-whistled her way as he rolled down his car window. "Yo, Hubba, Hubba!"
Amy looked stunning in a red, backless, ruched dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. Her top had a deep V-neck cut that showed off some of her cleavages, while the dress stopped just at her upper thigh. The dress did her legs justice, showing off her long and lovely, soft pink legs and thighs. She had beautiful, shiny gold bangles that helped pull the outfit together, along with her red heels. She wore her quills down, which swept down her upper back.
The white bat pushed Manic's head down to stick her head out the window. "Damn, you're smoking hot tonight!" Rouge complimented, eying her up and down. The taxi driver hopped out and opened the slide van door to allow her to climb onboard. She crawled in and sat with Knuckles and Rouge.
"Thanks, guys. I tried." Amy crossed her arms over her chest, feeling a little out of her comfort zone in her revealing apparel. She was not used to dressing this risqué and felt vulnerable, but she wanted to catch Shadow's attention. Maybe he'd remember what he was missing if he saw her in her new outfit. After all, the idea of Mighty spending time at her apartment had triggered him earlier.
Annoyingly enough, Shadow noticed Amy's outfit from the other van parked behind theirs. She looked incredibly sexy. He thanked the heavens he was in the other van where she couldn't see him. If she caught him gawking, it'd give away that he still cared for her. He was trying to move on and push her away. "Easy there, handsome," Lien whispered. He glanced at her. "The only one you should have your eyes on like that is me," she reminded.
"Yes…you're right," he nodded solemnly.
Mephiles shook his head at his gawking brother. Despite all his efforts to push her away, he still was smitten with Amy. It was pathetic in his eyes. The two vans began making their way to their final destination.
Back in the other van, Mina reached over to introduce herself. "Hi. I don't think we've ever been properly introduced. I'm Mina," the mongoose smiled.
Amy outstretched her hand and shook it. "Oh, I'm Amy. I've heard a bit about you already. It's nice to put a name to a face."
"Totally!" she concurred. "Tonight, you should hang with Rouge and me. We can have our own little girls' night."
"Yes, Amy!" Rouge chimed in from the back excitedly. "We can get drunk together."
"Rouge!" Knuckles berated. "Am I going to have to babysit you again?"
"Oh, shut up, knucklehead! You make me sound like a child," she huffed.
"It feels like it when I'm carrying you out passed out of the club," he grumbled.
"Hey now, y'all are going to scare her away from partying at this rate," Mighty chuckled.
Amy smiled uncomfortably. "We'll see where the night takes us."
•~•
Location: Club HideAway
Once they arrived, the bikers flooded through the club doors before scattering inside. The club had multiple rooms, a dance floor, a V.I.P. section, and bars. Amy spotted Shadow and Lien-Da walking together as everyone walked inside towards their designated reserved spot. She walked a little faster and tried to make small talk with Shadow, who had refused to look in her direction even after they had gotten out of the vans. "Hey," she waved awkwardly.
Shadow and Lien looked in her direction before Shadow frowned and shook his head, continuing to walk forward. Lien smirked triumphantly when she recognized Shadow's reaction to Amy's interaction with them. Instead, she linked her arm with Shadow's and continued walking with him, hoping to rub in her misery more.
Amy remained back and watched the retreating couple, stunned that Shadow had completely ignored her and given her the cold shoulder. "Poor Ms. Rose," another voice chimed in from behind. She turned and spotted Mephiles slithering up behind her, shaking his head in feigned sorrow. "You're still desperately trying to catch my brother's eye again?"
"And what if I am?" she challenged.
"You certainly do go out of your way to do so much for someone who has discarded you like mere trash," he noted calmly. "Don't you think it's time you moved on too?"
She huffed. "Why don't you mind your own business?"
He chuckled at her snarky response. "My brother is my business…You know, if you wanted to really get under his skin, you could always spend time with me, dancing, drinking, and perhaps partaking in some other activities," he suggested coyly. "Did I mention you look ravishing tonight?" he practically purred.
She spun around to face him, spotting his reptilian eyes, tracing her figure. "You just don't know when to quit, do you?" She stormed off, not wanting to spend any more time along with the creepy M.C. president.
Finding the other girls, Amy sat at one of the booths in the V.I.P. section reserved for Mighty's birthday bash. The girls watched as the boys sitting at the other booth just a few feet away danced and drank while flirting with other girls who began approaching their section. "You know, you don't have to hang out with me," Amy stated. "Go and have fun. I'll be fine, honest."
"Amy, I'm too old for this stuff now. I'm only here to watch out for all the girls trying to go after my husband," Rouge admitted, staring at Knuckles. Knuckles was on his best behavior at the other end as he took shots with Mighty, Manic, and Gadget. They all high-fived afterward and laughed.
Suddenly, something caught Amy's eye. It was Shadow, and he was leading Lien-Da by the hand back over toward the other boys, but there was someone new with them. Besides holding hands with Shadow, Lien held hands with a sexy white rabbit in a little black dress. It hadn't even been two minutes, and Shadow had already found another girl to deter Amy from winning him over. The trio plopped down on the couch and performed a three-way kiss. Amy's mouth dropped at the sight, and as much as she wanted to burst into tears over the display, her body would not allow it. It was as if her body was too tired to grieve over her broken heart.
"Wow, what an asshole!" Mina glared.
Rouge growled in disgust. "All right, that's it!" She abruptly stood from her seat with her glass of white wine in hand and stormed over to Shadow. Amy stayed back and watched. "Oooh, Shadow!" Rouge sang, pulling him out of his make-out session. Shadow broke away from the kiss and looked up, face to face with Rouge, swilling him with her drink. The wine splashed in his face and onto the two girls he was with, causing them to shriek in protest.
"What the fuck, Rouge!" Shadow shouted, turning his head. He shook his quills, trying to splash out the wine.
"That's for Amy, you dickhead!" Rouge spat.
"What the hell is your problem, you old bat?" Lien-Da snarled.
"Excuse me?" she snapped back, ready to throw hands.
Lien-Da sprung to her feet and was nose to nose-with Rouge. "I'll take you right here, bitch!"
Rouge was not ready to back down and held her ground. "Whatcha going to do, huh? Hit me. Hit me!"
Two bouncers quickly came and started to escort Rouge out of the club. Knuckles followed her. "Really, Rouge? We just got here!" he exclaimed.
Suddenly, the girls heard a sharp whistle. They looked in the other corner, where Mephiles signaled for Mina to approach his section. He held a martini in one hand while he wiggled his index finger with his free hand and then snapped downward at the floor. Mina stood upright, knowing what he wanted. "What's wrong?" Amy questioned.
"Mephiles wants my company. Do you want to come over and hang with us so you're not alone? I'm sure he won't mind."
Amy grimaced at the thought. "Uh, no thanks. I'll be fine."
Mina looked reluctant. "You sure?"
She nodded eagerly. "Yes, I'm sure." Mina hurried off towards Mephiles, who immediately slung an arm around the back of her neck and began kissing her. Amy watched as Mina became quite bashful and couldn't understand what the mongoose saw in the hedgehog. Remaining alone at the empty booth with her drink in hand, she played with the straw and glanced over her shoulder at Shadow, now wiping the wine dripping off his face. He momentarily looked away from the rag he had been handed and toward Amy. Their eyes lingered on one another for moments before he looked away again. Lien-Da came back and brought him into another kiss. Slowly, Shadow embraced Lien-Da and kissed her back as his arms wrapped around her waist. Amy turned away from the sight and shut her eyes tight. The sight was too painful, and she couldn't allow herself to cry. Not here, not now.
Mighty felt his stomach sink as he watched the sight. Seeing Amy sit all alone while watching the guy she loved making out with two sluts had to be tough. A waitress came over with a tray of vodka shots, offering them to Mighty and his party. Mighty took two shots off the tray while the other boys clawed at it to get one.
Mighty took a deep breath and walked over to Amy, hoping to cheer her up. He sat down by her side with the shots in hand. "Hey, I figured you might need this," he spoke, startling her slightly. Amy glanced to her left, seeing Mighty sit down by her side. Looking at the two shots he had in hand, she took them both and threw her head back, taking one after the other. His eyes widened. "Whoa, okay, you probably needed them more than me…" he chuckled.
Amy made a sour face as the liquor burned the back of her throat, but he was right. She needed it. "Thanks for that," she said, looking back his way.
"No problem. I just wanted to see how you were doing, kid."
"Awful…I don't know why I even bothered to come. I'm sorry, I don't think I can do this, Mighty."
He placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "He's being a dick, but honestly, you're probably the strongest girl I've ever met," he complimented. "I haven't even seen you shed even one tear tonight."
She smiled weakly at him. "…You know, you don't have to ruin your evening spending it with me. It's your birthday, and I know you want to enjoy it."
"Hey, who said you were ruining it? I hate seeing girls upset, especially sexy ones in the club," he winked flirtatiously.
She looked away momentarily, feeling her cheeks blush at his compliment. "You don't think I look like a hot mess?"
He shook his head as he leaned back cooly, draping his arms over the back of the booth. "Nah, not at all. Although you do look like a little sex bomb tonight," he said, eying her up and down.
Amy gave him a slight chuckle. Mighty cracked a grin, seeing her smile, and placed an arm around her, giving her a quick cuddle. "That's it," he laughed. "But for real, you look beautiful tonight, kid. Shadow should be looking your way."
Her face flushed slightly. "Thanks."
Suddenly, the music started to pump up. He snapped his fingers. "Hey, I've got an idea."
"What?"
He stood upright. "Come and dance with me. Get your mind off him for the night. You deserve to have some fun, too," he encouraged.
"Oh, no, I couldn't," she shook her head sheepishly.
"Come on, just one song," he smiled, extending his hand for her to take. "I know you've told me in the past that you love to dance." Amy stared down at his extended hand. He did make a good point. Why should she allow herself to mope around and think about what Shadow was up to? Mighty could see her debating the decision silently. "Please, it is my birthday, after all. You can't leave the birthday boy hanging," he hinted.
She smiled and placed her hand in his. "Alright, you got me."
"Thatta a girl," he grinned. "But first, we'll make a tiny pit stop." Mighty escorted her downstairs towards the dance floor below the V.I.P. section.
Once downstairs, Mighty kept Amy close as he led her to the bar. She felt giddy as he held her hand, navigating her through the crowd. The two squeezed their way to the front as the armadillo leaned one arm along the counter. "Yo, bartender," he flagged with a wave.
The bartender, a slim but pretty snow leopard, turned around. "Mighty, nice to see you again," her yellow eyes beamed when she saw him. "What can I get you?"
"Two tequila shots," he ordered while holding up two fingers. "And put it on my tab." The bartender quickly poured them two shots and moved them towards him, along with two lime slices at the ready and a saltshaker.
Amy stared down at the shot, feeling nervous. "Is this necessary? I already had two shots upstairs."
"It's liquid courage, kid," he cracked with a chuckle. "It'll help loosen you up."
She picked up the shot apprehensively. "I want to, but I'm not a tequila fan."
"I've got a tip then," he smirked. She watched as he licked the back of his hand where his thumb and pointer finger met and dashed some salt onto his damp hand. "You don't want to feel the burn? Lick the salt first, throw the shot back, and then suck on the lime," he instructed. "It'll help with that. Me, on the other hand? I enjoy the burn."
Amy followed his instructions and mimicked his previous actions, preparing to take the shot. She was ready once the salt was on the back of her hand. "Well, here we go. Cheers."
The two clinked their glasses together. Amy quickly licked the salt off the back of her hand, tossed the shot back, and immediately placed the lime in her mouth to chase the alcohol. Mighty felt an adrenaline course through him. He slammed the shot glass back on the counter, licked the back of his hand with the salt, then placed the lime in his mouth. He glanced over at Amy to see how she was holding up. "How are you feeling, kid?"
Amy was starting to feel a bit tipsy and more at ease. She could feel the tequila shot and smiled goofily. "Great." A familiar song began to play, and she looked up at the bright lights illuminating the room and started clapping excitedly. The music was pounding loudly as Enrique Iglesias' "Turn the Night Up" started playing.
"Baby, it's you and me, you see, we can turn the night up."
"And if you feel the way I feel, we can turn the night up."
She grabbed onto one of his arms excitedly. "Oh my gosh, this is my favorite song! Let's dance!" she begged, practically hopping up and down.
Mighty chuckled at her cuteness. She was more relaxed now and in a rather playful mood. "Look who's begging to dance with me now?"
With the rest of the group, Manic, Mina, Gadget, Ray, Shadow, and Lien-Da danced and drank in their V.I.P. section. Manic finished taking another shot, starting to feel the alcohol kick in, and looked around. "Yo, where's Might at?"
"Look," Gadget pointed. Manic turned and looked down below where Gadget was pointing. His eyes practically bugged out as he watched Mighty lead Amy by the hand to the dance floor in the massive sea of people. Rouge and Knuckles returned to the V.I.P. section after bartering with the bouncers to allow Rouge back inside.
"Where's Amy?" Rouge inquired, interrupting the boys spying on the two from above.
"Dancing with my brother," Ray answered, looking at Rouge.
"What?" Shadow snapped after overhearing the mention. He turned his attention away from Lien-Da, stood up, and pushed some boys out of the way to get a look. He gripped the railing and looked below at the dance floor. From his vantage point, he spotted Mighty and Amy dancing close together to the sexual music. His brows narrowed dangerously.
"Gimme some of that."
"Gimme some of that."
"Gimme some of that."
"Yeah, Mighty, get some!" Manic cheered drunkenly from above. Shadow glared at the green hedgehog, causing him to retract his smile, converting it to a sheepish one. "I mean, cut that out…Dang, he can't hear me," Manic quickly zipped away, feeling Shadow's burning eyes on him.
Lien-Da came by Shadow's side to see what he wanted to look at. When she spotted Mighty twirl Amy on the dance floor, she rolled her eyes in pity at the scene. "She's just trying to make you jealous, too. Don't let her win," she said, linking arms with him.
"You're right…" He moved away and returned to the booth they had been previously making out in. If he wanted his plan to work, he couldn't let Amy succeed with her attempts.
Back on the dance floor, different colored lights flashed to the music's bass. The floor was packed with couples grinding to the sexually charged song. Amy faced Mighty as she swayed her hips from side to side. Mighty mimicked her moves while swaying with her. He had his hands on her hips while she had her arm loosely around his neck. She kept her eyes closed as she could feel the bass in her chest.
"Damn, you look so sexy."
"Baby, you impress me."
"I want to get nasty."
Mighty turned Amy around so her back was against his chest as he held her by the hips and close to his body. While Amy allowed her mind to wander, the music channeled through her, giving her body a mind of its own. Mighty couldn't help but check out her sensual moves.
"Girl, you got the bom, bom."
"Take a shot. You want one."
"Mama, I can change your life."
"Gimme some of that."
She looked smokin' from behind, and he softly groaned as he felt her ass rub against his crotch teasingly. He was happy the music was so loud that she hadn't heard him. Amy had a banging body. She was curvy with a nice waistline, a perfectly tight little ass, and beautiful perky tits and legs for days. His eyes wandered lower to her gorgeous and silky-smooth legs. Mighty tried to shake the dirty thoughts from his mind. He was only trying to help cheer her up, not bang her. On the other hand, Amy was utterly oblivious that he had been checking her out for a solid two minutes as she danced with him.
"The way you do it, you got that something."
"You got that something, so keep it moving."
"You know I love it."
Rouge, Knuckles, Mina, and Manic watched Amy from the table at the V.I.P. section as they danced together. Rouge felt a slight smile tug on her lips as she observed Amy crack a genuine smile as she danced with Mighty. She could see Mighty whispering things in her ear, only causing her to laugh as they danced to the music.
"Baby, you, it's you and me."
"You see, we can turn the night up."
"And if you feel the way I feel, we can turn the night up."
The two watched as the entire dance floor, along with Mighty and Amy, began to fist pump and jump up and down to the song's beat as it increased in intensity.
Rouge looked in her husband's direction. "Hey, you wanna dance, big guy?"
"I thought you'd never ask." Knuckles reached for her hand and led her downstairs to the main dance floor packed with bodies.
That left Manic, Mephiles, and Mina alone. Manic rubbed the back of his neck as he held a beer. He looked back and forth uncomfortably. Mephiles sat in the booth drinking hard liquor and seemed disinterested in partaking in dance. Conversely, Mina watched the others have fun below as she swayed from side to side to the music. He leaned closer to her so she could hear him. "So, hey, do you wanna…"
She didn't even bother to let him finish his question and grabbed his hand, yanking him downstairs. "Love to!" The female mongoose was eager to dance with the hedgehog. Mephiles watched as the giddy mongoose eagerly rushed over with the green hedgehog down the stairs and sucked his teeth. Mephiles' eyes followed the two as they fled the scene.
Amy was back to facing Mighty as he brought her closer, and his hands were teasingly above from touching her ass. Surprisingly, he was an incredible dancer and very sensual as well. She stared into his eyes as their bodies moved even closer together. She could feel his body heat, and she was sure he could feel hers. Mighty shot her his charming grin, making her blush and turn her head. Then she noticed Rouge, Knuckles, Manic, and Mina dancing and grinding to the music nearby in the sea of people.
The music was popping off again, and the dancers on the floor began to jump up and down with a fist pump to the song's beat. Mighty and Amy laughed together as they hopped up and down in sync with the crowd. Everyone was having a blast.
"One love, one love."
"From Metropolis…to Mercia."
"From Mercia…to the world."
Mephiles leaned over the railing above as he eyed Amy and Mighty with the others. He smirked in delight before eying Shadow brooding in the corner with Lien-Da. He knew his brother couldn't stand to see some other guy, no less one of his club members, grinding up on his ex-girlfriend. It didn't matter to him, however. The more Amy did to make Shadow angrier, the better in his mind.
•~•
After dancing for an hour, Amy and Mighty stopped in the hallway leading to the restrooms to catch their breath and get a word in over the loud music. The two were reasonably drunk, having had a few more drinks throughout the night. Shadow and most of the others had left for the night. Amy and Mighty were the only ones who had stayed behind. "Enjoying yourself?" Mighty grinned lazily as he panted.
"Loads! Thanks for this," she smiled, catching her breath. Amy even surprised herself with how much fun she had had with him. Out of nowhere, Amy embraced him, catching him off guard. She realized then that she had forgotten about her heartbreak for a few hours. Mighty hesitated to do anything for a moment but eventually hugged her back, rubbing her back in a comforting gesture. Awkwardly, they pulled apart, but their faces remained closed.
Slowly, Amy looked up at him as he looked down at her. Their eyes locked, and it was as if they both had the same idea. Their faces inched closer, and before she could comprehend what was going on, Amy pressed her lips against his. Mighty closed his eyes and kissed her back, gently pushing her against the hallway wall as he deepened the kiss. For the past few hours of dancing and drinking, Mighty had found himself slowly growing attracted to her but had tried to hold off his temptation with all his willpower.
Amy erotically moaned softly into the kiss as he gently bit and tugged at her lower lip with his mouth. His hands wandered sensually down her sides, occasionally groping her ass and lower backside. Amy's hands slid up and down his chest, rubbing small circles as their tongues thrashed in each other's mouths. Her body was growing hot from his touch, and only one thing was on her mind. Amy broke the kiss and gazed at him seductively through a half-lidded gaze as she caught her breath. "Do you want to?"
"—Yeah," he quickly replied, knowing exactly what she was asking.
•~•
The two flagged down a taxi to take them back to Amy's apartment. They continued to make out in the cab's back seat while Mighty's hands explored her legs and thighs. Amy wasn't typically one to display such graphic public displays of affection, but she was buzzed enough and turned on enough not to care for now. She had been on a dry spell for a few months now and was dying for a good fuck. She pressed her chest against Mighty with her arms around his neck while she French kissed him in the back seat.
His right hand was between her thighs, teasingly rubbing the fabric of her panties and outlining her slit. The taxicab driver did his best to ignore all the sloppy smacking noises in the back of his car, but he couldn't help but get a little turned on hearing Amy do her best to repress any moans of excitement. Eventually, Mighty's fingers moved past the fabric of her panties and entered her. His fingers moved faster between her thighs, eliciting another soft, erotic moan from Amy that caused her to blush profusely and bury her face into Mighty's shoulder to stifle her gratification.
Amy gripped the leather sleeve of his other arm, feeling a heightened and heated intensity build within her loins as his fingers delved deeper. She spread her legs more instinctively, allowing him better access. "Muh-mighty," she murmured.
The cabbie glanced in his rearview mirror and watched the armadillo. Mighty looked momentarily and spotted the driver peeping on their intimate moment, and his brows knitted together. "Aye, keep your eyes on the road, pal," he commanded. "This ain't a free show."
The cabbie gulped and focused his eyes back on the road. "You don't make it easy, you know."
Mighty shook his head and scoffed. "Then turn the music up, will yah?"
The cabbie moved his hand over to the radio and turned the dial to make the music a little louder, allowing the two to have a little more privacy to muffle their sounds. Mighty began to finger her again, but Amy grabbed his wrist between her thighs. He shot her a confused look. "What's up?" he asked in a hushed voice.
She closed her eyes and bowed her head in shame. She was blushing like crazy. "Please stop. This is so embarrassing," Amy groaned quietly as she released his wrist.
He stared at her momentarily, absorbing her comment before leaning back. She wasn't one of the typical girls he took home on a night out. She was classier and deserved more respect. "You're right. I can wait a bit longer. We're almost home anyway," he chuckled. He pulled his hand out between her thighs and looked at the glaze coating his index and middle finger. He rubbed his fingers together, feeling the slickness. He smirked roguishly at her. "We won't need much foreplay when we get back anyway since you're already so—"
"—Shut up!" she shushed him through gritted teeth bashfully. She quickly glanced back to the front where the cabbie was, but it seemed he didn't hear them this time or was at least pretending not to.
"You're so cute when you're embarrassed," he teased. She felt her face get even redder when she watched him drag his tongue across his two fingers, licking her essence away slowly. His eyelids were lowered suggestively as he stared directly back at her, waiting to watch her expression. "And you taste pretty sweet as well."
•~•
The two finally returned home and emerged drunkenly inside the house. They tumbled inside the living room, hands wrapped around one another, as they continued their make-out session. Amy led Mighty into her bedroom and gently shoved him onto her bed. She kicked off her heels, crawled on top of him, and kissed down his neck as he squeezed her ass. "You have no idea how badly I wanted to fuck you in the back of that taxi," he moaned.
Her fingers swept down his muzzle. "Well, I'm all yours now."
Mighty closed his eyes and moaned softly as he felt her soft lips kiss his neck. As he allowed his mind to wander to everything he planned to do, his common sense came back temporarily, and his eyes shot open. "Wait," he pleaded, stopping her kisses from going lower than his neck. "Maybe this isn't a good idea," he panted in a whisper.
Amy stared at him, baffled. "…What?" she whispered back, trying to catch her breath.
He sat back a bit. "Amy, you're hot, trust me, and I want you. Badly," he whispered. "It's just you're Shadow's girl…"
Her brows knitted together at the mention. "Was Shadow's girl," she corrected, gaining her confidence.
"I-I really shouldn't be doing this with you—there are rules in the M.C. and—"
"—I don't care about the M.C.'s rules," she interrupted. He was only hesitating because he was afraid of upsetting Shadow. "You said yourself that I needed to get my mind off Shadow. This is how I'm doing it…now fuck me," she demanded. Amy leaned back down, bringing him into another passionate kiss.
How could he deny her request when it was so apparent that she wanted him? "Fuck it…" Mighty gave in and kissed her back, rolling her over and pinning her to the bed. Amy quietly moaned into the kiss as his hands roamed down her sides. He raised one hand and cupped her face as he deepened the kiss. Then he sat up, bringing her upright with him, so she sat in his lap and unzipped her dress from behind. He pushed down the top of the dress from her upper half, exposing her small, perky breasts. Mighty excitedly looked at them and softly kissed and suckled her nipples, causing her to gasp.
Amy helped yank off his jacket and t-shirt, leaving him topless. Her hands traced down his toned chest, and she could feel his bulge pressing against her inner thigh through his pants. "I-I can feel it," she moaned as he lapped one of her erect nipples.
He grinned at her playful comment. "Why don't you take it out," he suggested.
Amy was too giddy and horny to wait any longer. She unbuckled his pants for him and pulled them down enough to allow his erection to spring from its chamber. Mighty's cock emerged before her very eyes. She stared in awe at its length and girth, possibly the biggest one she had ever seen. Her hand gripped it to feel its warmth, causing him to gasp at her soft touch. She stroked it sensually a few times, making him moan. "It's—it's so big…"
He smirked arrogantly, quite proud of his blessing. "Yeah, and just wait till you really feel it, Ames," he winked.
Her hand pumped up and down his thick and long shaft, enticing it to pulse. Mighty enjoyed watching her touch and stroke his manhood. She had very soft hands and was very gentle with him. "Ames," he moaned. "Grab my wallet for me, would yah?"
Amy obliged and climbed off the bed, letting her dress drop off her frame on the floor. Left in just her panties, she rummaged through his pants to grab his wallet. She walked back over and handed it to him. "Here, what do you need it for?"
He went through his wallet, pulled out a condom, and handed it to her. "Protection."
•~•
Back at the compound, Shadow went downstairs. It was nearly 5 AM as he opened the front door, walked onto the porch, and noticed Rouge smoking a cigarette. He came up by her side and pulled a pack of cigarettes inside his jacket. "Rouge," he acknowledged.
"Shadow," she replied without looking his way.
"Hm." He placed the cigarette between his lips while he lit it. The tip ignited, and he inhaled before blowing the smoke from his mouth. The silence set in, and it was too awkward not to acknowledge. "How was Amy during the party?" he asked, breaking the silence.
She cocked an amused brow. "Surprised you even care when you seemed pretty preoccupied with your nasty escort and other sluts tonight," Rouge said disgustingly.
Shadow dragged a hand over his face in frustration. "Look, did you get her home all right? That's my only concern."
"Mighty promised me he'd get her back home," she replied, slightly annoyed.
He scoffed. "Of course, Mighty would be the one to get her home…"
Rouge smirked with intrigue. "Why does it matter it was Mighty? You afraid he might try to make a move now that she's available?"
"He'll be dead if he does," Shadow warned after taking a drag. "He knows better."
•~•
Back at Amy's apartment, Mighty and Amy were now completely naked and in the process of having sex. Mighty rested his back against her headboard while Amy sensually bounced up and down in his lap, riding his cock. He held her by the hips to support her. "Fuck, Amy…" he grunted in euphoria as she pumped herself up and down while she rode him. Her inner walls squeezed and hugged his dick beautifully with every bounce. He felt like she was sucking him further and further inside her. He was in awe of her beauty as he watched her rise and fall in his lap as she played with her breasts, groping and squeezing them together in front of his face. "You're fuckin' tight…"
Amy took her hands away from her breast play and rested her hands on the headboard to help lift and bring herself back down. "I-I've only been with two guys before," she replied through moans. "Ah, I haven't gotten around mu-uch…"
He smirked up at her, feeling her vaginal muscles grip his member. "Yeah, I-I can tell."
Amy slowed her pace and sat in his lap with his dick still inside her. Her hips started growing tired as she held his head near her chest and watched him gently kiss her breasts and nip them tenderly. "Mighty," she panted, feeling the intense pleasure in her lower region. "Can you take over?"
He leaned up and kissed her deeply before pulling back. "I've got you, beautiful, and don't worry. I'll be gentle."
She shook her head adamantly. "But I don't want you to be."
He eyed her skeptically for a moment. "Uh…You sure? I don't want to hurt you."
She nodded. "I can handle it."
"All right, but you better tell me if I get too rough with you." He gently lifted her, and his dick left her body. Amy gasped, feeling it slide out. "Lay down on your back for me," he ordered.
Amy obliged and lay down on the bed. She watched as Mighty maneuvered himself, getting off the bed and getting into a standing position. She twitched as she felt him grip both her ankles and hoist them high into the air, and spread them outward but not to the point of discomfort. "Are you comfortable?" he asked. She nodded, and she could feel the tip of his dick at her opening. He slid it vertically across her slit a few times, coating the head of his dick, lubricating the condom around it even more.
"Mmmm…" Amy felt the anticipation as he guided his long, thick dick back inside her. This brought her a new sensation as his cock hit a familiar spot she knew all too well. Keeping his legs held up in the air, he began rapidly pounding in and out of her tight hole. Amy had never felt anything quite like it; he perfectly hit the best bundle of nerves inside her core. Her hands gripped the bedsheets as she moaned out in utter pleasure. "Ungh!" The room was filled with the slap of his balls hitting her pelvis and the sloshing wet sounds the two were making together. "Don't stop, please don't stop," she begged.
Mighty stared down at her sprawled out on her bed, tits bouncing around as he continued to fuck her. "What's that? You want me to stop?" he teased with a chuckle as his pelvis met her ass.
"No, keep going, keep going," she moaned. "Mmm…"
Amy looked at him with a half-lidded gaze and bit her lip playfully. Her facial expressions were teasing and only made him want to give her his all. "Just for that, I'm gonna make you cum even harder."
He suddenly maneuvered her mid fuck so her legs draped over each one of his shoulders. He placed his hands by either side of her head, leaning closer. Her knees were practically up to her chest as he continued. She was confused at first until the new position sent a jolt of pleasure that washed over her entire body. "Ah, ah, ah!" She arched her back and hooked her arms under his armpits to meet his back as she pulled her chest closer to his. Her face grew red and hot as she panted. "Right there, right there," she moaned. The intensity of pleasure was insurmountable. "I'm, I'm…"
"Yeah," he grunted. "Me too!" He knew she was coming toward the end and could feel himself doing the same. He gave a few more thrusts with earnestness, and Amy moaned as she felt herself climax. Her whole body shook as she felt an immense wave of warmth rush over her entire body. She gasped hard. It was possibly the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced.
Mighty also felt a comforting warm rush from her core wrapped around his dick inside her. He could feel her fingers digging into his shoulder blades as she lived the peak of it. He grinned triumphantly at making sure Amy achieved utter pleasure, and soon enough, he came as well. He moaned, slowing his pace as her muscles fluttered and squeezed around his shaft. He stayed inside her for a moment before he pulled out and landed beside her in bed. He panted as he caught his breath, and Amy did the same. "Fuck…" he panted. "That was good."
She watched as he sat upright on the edge of the bed, pulled off the condom, and disposed of it in the bathroom garbage can. After he cleaned himself up, he returned to bed, cuddled up next to her, and draped an arm around her waist while nuzzling his face into one of her soft breasts.
"You were great," she complimented, stroking the top of his head.
"Thanks, kid," he panted. "So were you," he winked.
Amy kissed the top of his head. "Happy birthday, Mighty," she whispered.
He closed his eyes, relaxing in bed with her. "Thanks, Ames." With that, the two went to sleep.
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