Amy x Scourge 3
Amy and Scourge talked on her porch minutes later, discussing their moment back there. He nonchalantly said with a smirk, with his right hand on the porch post, it felt right to do it.
Her heart fluttered before they waved goodbye, the green hedgehog slipping his shades on his eyes before he rode away, Amy leaning her left shoulder on the post as she watched him depart.
In a small wood, Amy was running, looking over her left shoulder to see if she was still being chased. She could see no one, so she thought maybe she lost her pursuer.
She shouted in shock when her right wrist was yanked to the side, her mouth covered by someone's right hand before she was forced to sit on the ground.
Her face was released to reveal a smile as she felt herself wrapped in leather before she looked to see the smirking Scourge who was also sitting, keeping her in his jacket.
"Gotcha."
"You scared me," she complained slightly with a grin.
"Hey, you were the one who wanted to play tag, remember?" he reminded, his smirk unwavering.
"I know it was my idea, but still…"
"You're just ticked you lost."
"I don't mind losing that much, I just don't like my heart stopping."
Things had gotten more serious between them lately. They were becoming more playful and closer every day.
Scourge kept her where she was, both of their hearts thumping just like they did when they were running. His smirk was wider as he leaned down, surprising Amy with a deep, unbreakable kiss.
She thought this was another cruel dream like the multiple ones with Sonic, but the feel of leather, the scent of the woods, the warmth of his lips, it was all real.
His mouth moved on hers, making her moan and sink a bit deeper in his jacket. He held her left cheek with his right hand to keep her head upward.
They stopped to breathe, looking at each other with dizzy expressions before he grinned softly, lifting her chin higher as he leaned down to kiss every spot on her neck.
She stiffened at this sensation, but she relished it the next second as she held perfectly still to his approval. She leaned on his left shoulder, feeling his mouth returning to hers.
They stopped, Scourge gently holding her head closer, the Sakura hedgehog breathing his scent as he kissed the crown of her forehead.
