"I still don't think I get it, Blaze. If nothing's changing, what're you asking me to actually do?" Silver the hedgehog said, sat at the foot royal bed. A book was sprawled open in his lap, but his attention was fully focused on the princess.
Blaze the cat was supposed to be working at her desk. The sun was well on its way to setting yet papers were still stacked high before her; agreements to endorse and budgets to look over and constructions to sign off on, it was nothing too out of the ordinary. Rather than tending to those though, she'd turned her chair to discuss a more personal matter and project with her closest companion. She'd thought it would be easy to explain but, in hindsight, the plan she'd propose was nothing like their usual fair. It didn't help matters that neither of them had any experience in this department. Well, as far as she knew, he didn't.
"I'm proposing that you say and pretend that you're my boyfriend, Silver. That's really all there is to it," She instructed, using as simple and plain terms as possible, "I'll do the same for you and we'll go on a date tomorrow," She caught the flexing of his brow and elaborated further, "A fake date, of course, just something small, we could visit the beach for a picnic lunch?
"Right," He nodded but confusion still twisted his face, "But I've never actually been a boyfriend before, how will I know what to do?" It didn't surprise Blaze that he was willing to go along with this, but it did surprise her that, of all the first questions, he'd landed on that. Not why they were going through this in the first place, just what he was supposed to do; it was very like him, but it still managed to catch her off-guard.
"I've not been a girlfriend, we're both going into this blind and I think that's what'll make the ruse more believable," She answered, "Honestly, I don't think you'll have to do anything different. If anything, I'll have to be a little more forward."
"More forward?" His head gently tilted, and his eyes squinted; her phrasing was throwing him off. Perhaps she wasn't being clear with him.
"We're both new to this but I think it's clear that I understand this potential task better than you. While I have not been in a relationship, those around me have," Blaze elaborated, "That means I'll have to take the lead, initiate bolder actions that'll suggest to the public that we're an actual couple; that we're not just partners."
Then again, that'd hardly be difficult. Silver was perfect for this plan because, frankly, that nature of their partnership was nebulous. They'd been mistaken for a couple more times than she could count. When Silver had first arrived in the Sol Dimension and her public had observed a total stranger hugging, laughing with and being doted on by the princess, rumours and gossip had quickly sailed to inform all corners of her kingdom. She'd never acknowledged that hearsay, denying a rumour only spread it further, but now she was going to use it to her advantage; she was going to turn that gossip on its head.
His ears were still slightly folded and, though it had faded, befuddlement lingered in his eyes and on his brow. The why was almost as important as the action itself, his curious nature would surely gnaw away at him and she wasn't opposed to explaining. It was just a wordy and rather sad story, ideally the cliff notes alone would suffice.
"I know it's all a little strange but my birthday's only a couple of months away and I'm starting to worry," Blaze began to explain, "When my mother turned eighteen, she started to get letters from suitors. People she'd never met wrote to her and asked for her hand in marriage. They were rich and powerful people, important to her kingdom but, equally, they were people she hardly even knew let alone loved," The cogs in Silver's head were turning, his fist tightened at what he surely thought and injustice, but Blaze thought it best to tell a more complete tale, "She was afraid to turn any of them down for fear of worsening her professional relationships but, atop that issue, she had already fallen in love with my father; she had a secret boyfriend. When that information became public those letters stopped arriving, but a few families felt as though they'd been led on and public relations worsened. Many of them refused to speak with her for several years, some won't even speak to me."
"What? People cut her off because she didn't marry them, even though they didn't even know her? Of course she didn't want to marry them, why would she want to marry someone she doesn't know?" Silver was aghast, she couldn't help but smile at his innocence and the sense of justice behind it, "That's awful! Did they just want to be in charge?"
"Yes," Blaze affirmed, "They didn't love her; they just wanted the royal name, be it to further their brands or grow their pride. A lot of parents wrote in on behalf of their children, many either much too old or much too young, offering them up to further the family's social status."
"So, you want to avoid all that by making them think you already have a boyfriend? That way, they won't send any letters in the first place and won't have anything to be angry about?" The hedgehog surmised. His stare was still galvanised by the tale of her mother.
"If you wouldn't mind being that person Silver, yes," Having made that request twice now, feeling a pang of guilt, Blaze hesitated, "I wouldn't trust anyone else to do this, but I know it's a lot to ask. It'll take up time and, obviously, stop you having this kind of relationship with anyone else. If you're uncomfortable then we don't have to, I don't want to impose-
"If it'll make you feel more comfortable, I'm willing to do anything, Blaze. I've never dated anyone before, but I'll do my best to do it right," Before she could finish, he'd bounded from his seated position and let his book tumble to the floor. He'd flown forward and taken her by the shoulders. When the hedgehog agreed to something, no matter how small, he made it his duty to see it through. She should have known that he'd want to see this through, "Starting tomorrow we'll tell people that we're dating. It can't be that hard!"
The hedgehog had never quite understood personal space, his forehead was practically against hers and it'd only take a small push for their noses to collide. Blaze rolled her eyes, reaching up and returning his hold, "Thank you, Silver. Really, you have no idea how much more comfortable this will make me. I've been worrying about it for months now, weighing my options."
"I just hope I can play the part well enough to convince everyone," He awkwardly smiled, failing to mask his concern, "I've never had to act before, let alone trick people."
"I doubt you'll even have to act, just be yourself, you're a very…" She searched for the perfect word, "Passionate person. When your mind is set on doing something, you invest in it so deeply; I'm sure that'll come through and it'll be more than enough," Concern faded from his eyes, just a little, "But, like I said, I'll take the lead. If I don't think we're being convincing enough, I'll make a move."
"Do you want me to do anything to help prepare? What about tomorrow's date?" He asked, already trying to help even more, "I've got stuff back at the hut, I could easily put together a picnic if we do want to do a beach date?"
"I think that would be perfect, Silver," She admitted, having intended to imply that was what she wanted later. Though he claimed to love her cooking, she had a far more rational palette, "This should be the last weekend before the weather turns, it's already getting too cold for beach going. The crowds shouldn't be huge but hopefully we'll be visible enough that the word will spread itself."
"We can go around the rock pools, walk along the beach and look for shells," A new idea popped into his mind, his eyes lit up, "O-Or we could just relax if you prefer? Take a few books to read, maybe even get ice cream and…" Silver seemed to catch himself, his eyes began to lower, "I'm sorry, I'm trying to plan all this out. I want to help you Blaze; you should be free to choose who you want to love; you shouldn't have to do this in the first place."
He wanted to make things right, of course he did. The princess found herself shifting just a little closer as her grasp on him grew just a little tighter. Silver's strong sense of justice didn't have as many opportunities to shine through in this dimension, the world's state of relative peace contributed to that, but it was a part of him she adored seeing. He was willing to put himself through so much and try so hard, she didn't think he was romantically interested in anyone but even still; he was willing to put future romances on hold just so she could be comfortable.
"It'll be easy, Silver. Don't think of this like a date, think of it as one of our usual outings; like stargazing or visiting the crystal caves, it's nothing out of the ordinary. We'll do whatever comes naturally. All you need to do is stay by my side and be how you always are, all that's changing is how we refer to each other," Despite her reinforcement, his gaze drifted further from hers. She reached across and pushed his chin, turning him to face her. The worry seemed to vanish from his bright yellow eyes, "Just act natural, it'll be fine. I'll do the heavy lifting; it was my idea after all."
"I'll do my best," As he promised, their heads came to touch. The contact seemed to invigorate him, "I'll be the best boyfriend I can be! You don't have to carry all the weight; I'll handle it!"
Her smile only grew as she pushed against his contact, "You're so naïve…"
Whittling the evening away, talking and toying with Silver, proved to be foolish. By the time he'd left, midnight was mere minutes away and a good two hours' work still lay upon her desk. Coffee had helped her through it all but, unfortunately, it'd also scared away sleep for an additional hour at least. By the time she'd finally drifted off, it couldn't have been far from four.
The princess awoke just after nine, her head made heavy and ears brought to curl by the incessant blaring of her alarm clock. Groggily rising, stretching cricks from her body, Blaze managed to stumble the path from her bed into her en suite. Warm water and morning rituals washed away much of her morning daze, though a small pain continued gnawing just behind her forehead. She supposed it was her own fault for leaving so much undone, but it surely wouldn't make today any easier.
This proved to be true as the princess entered her walk-in wardrobe only to find herself befuddled. She'd already chosen an outfit for today, the same outfit she usually wore (her long sleeved tabard and tights, her standard guardian-wear), but, for whatever reason, it wasn't appealing to her. Something about it didn't seem right for today, something she couldn't quite put her finger on.
Though she didn't fight her gut intuition, Blaze told herself that it was the fault of nerves and a want to be more convincing more than anything. After all, the public had seen her dressed like that and with him a good few dozen times. Rather than take the garb at the front of her closet, she pressed herself to take a few steps deeper inside. Her stomach fizzed at the sight of jeans, dresses and other casual wear. She'd never intended to wear most of these articles, but they'd gathered here regardless of her want.
Most of her alternate outfits were gifts sent from fashion designers and clothing chains, dropped on her in the foolish hope that the princess would act as their living advertisement. She'd learned as a youth that it was wiser to wait a year and donate them rather than simply send them back, it was just another way she managed to avoid sour responses. Still, as she found herself near the back of her closet, none of those gifted items called out to her. One ensemble was singing to her, both loudly and clearly, but it had a far more embarrassing origin.
When Amy Rose set her mind to something, it was difficult to stop her. During one of her brief excursions to the other world, the young hedgehog had dragged the older feline away to pick out some summer clothes. Blaze had successfully rejected most of Amy's recommendations but one of them had managed to pierce her armour, early into the outing Blaze had been caught off guard by a certain garb and the hedgehog had built upon it.
She pulled the hanger free and its scary splendour was fully revealed to her. It was an amber sundress, the fabric littered with inconsistent clusters of white lilies. Once Amy had pushed her into a changing room, the pink blur had rushed off to gather some matching accessories. An amber scrunchie to replace her usual red ring, a set of saltwater sandals and a pair of white rimmed sunglasses had been shoved beneath the changing room curtain before Blaze was even half changed.
This outfit would play into their charade incredibly well, Blaze knew how much a change in garb could do, but her stomach was doing backflips. She knew she was overreacting, when she'd tried it on for the first time she hadn't felt like this, but that knowledge did nothing to curtain her errant emotions. It was only after she donned the full outfit the Blaze realised why she felt quite so tense. Utilising the full-length mirror attached to the closet's outer door, Blaze found that her reflection's cheeks had turned scarlet. The dress was pretty, undeniably pretty, and the lower five sixths of it were fine… but…
The dress hung from her shoulder on two, rather thin, fabric straps. The white fur of her underbelly wasn't quite visible but, this dress exposed her shoulders, her arms and almost the entirety of her collar. Everything else about it was perfect but those straps were just too thin for her liking and the neckline was just a little too deep. Perhaps it was made for someone with a different body shape?
Why was she wasting so much time on this? For whatever reason she wanted to wear this dress but, simultaneously, couldn't overcome its collar. Blaze knew that if she'd just force herself to wear her usual attire this'd be over with already but something about this just felt… right for today. She was worried about fully convincing her public, perhaps this change really was needed.
Eventually, she managed to come to a compromise. She decided to wear the amber sundress, and all the additions Amy had piled upon her, but don her swimsuit beneath. It was a plain, dark purple, one-piece leotard intended for sport rather than casual use. Fortunately, the dress was baggy enough to hide the under-outfit but its straps were too thick to be covered by those of the dress. Well, it didn't alter the outfit and it did immediately make her feel a lot more comfortable. It wasn't uncommon for people to wear swimsuits under their beachgoing clothes, was it? Settled, she managed to finally leave her room and, having snatched a banana for breakfast on the go, made her way out the front doors of the palace.
Immediately, the arrival of sunlight forced her to don her sunglasses. They were supposed to be in autumn but, even despite her pyrokinetic nature, Blaze could feel the heat. It wasn't even muggy; the day was dry, and the sky was totally clear, it was as though a summer day had been transplanted later into the year. That would complicate things a little, she assumed. It was better this than it being rainy, but the beach would probably be a little better stocked than she'd assumed last night. This was a Saturday too…
Regardless, it'd take more than a new garb and a little sun to stop her. Silver was waiting, everything was prepared, their late-night planning couldn't go to waste!
The uproar on the beach wasn't just a little louder than she'd anticipated, it was much louder. She'd arrived outside Marine's driftwood-hut, a good hundred or so metres from the sands, but the princess could hear the sounds of families shouting and playing… so many families. She'd hesitated at the doorstep, that noise and all it implied had managed to paralyse the powerful pyrokinetic. A few eyes she could handle, she'd given hundreds of speeches, but this was different. Blaze told herself that she could endure the stares, but would he be okay with this?
She hadn't known the hedgehog to get stage fright, but this was new ground for both of them. If she didn't know how she'd handle this, what chance did she have of guessing how he would? Well, then again, she'd watched him more than she'd watched herself. They probably had a better idea of how the other would react than themselves. Hopefully, ideally, he'd be too focused on their task to notice anyone else.
Mustering all of her courage, the princess brought her knuckle to rap against the door. Her thoughts on the hedgehog's state were split into two distinct pieces. The first was that he'd try his best to lie and put on a front, following her lead, but, ultimately, his inability to lie convincingly would make today more than a little silly. Perhaps that was for the better, maybe that'd make her feel more relaxed.
Alternatively, it was entirely possible that his obliviousness in regard to romance would make this incredibly easy. He'd play along blissfully unaware of what he was actually doing, entirely comfortable in his position. Try as she might; Blaze struggled to picture Silver being romantic, let alone in a relationship. He'd been through so much, both with her and without her, that ideas of who he'd want to be with, let alone what he'd want to do with another person, assumedly hadn't arrived in his mind. He almost seemed too selfless for love, too focused on other things.
Blaze supposed she hadn't really pondered it until recently, whether he actually had an interest in romance. Just before she'd proposed this plan, she'd considered it and come to a similar conclusion but now, for whatever reason, that questioning refused to abate. Was he actually interested in romance? Who would he even be interested in? Were it not for her discordant mind, she'd be far more comfortable making assumptions about his position. Something about this morning was simply off, working too late must have been taking its toll.
The feline, so lost in a world of her own, almost fell backwards as the door flew open. Marine the Raccoon, garbed in her usual green dress and wearing a ludicrously knowing grin, had reared her head in Silver's place. It was as though she'd been up and waiting for this moment for hours.
"Picked out some nifty duds, didn't ya? Strewth, I don't think I've ever even seen them. You're lookin' for your fella, aren't ya?" Her smirk seemed to grow evermore with every passing second. Before Blaze could even offer up an answer, the raccoon had turned her back, "Silver! Your Sheila's here! How could you just leave her out on the doorstep, some boyfriend you are, are you even up? Oi, mate? Mate…?" She toddled back inside, leaving Blaze's eyes to roll in the sailor's wake.
Marine had been more than a little insistent that the pair were together long before this plan had been hatched. She'd undoubtedly been overjoyed to hear the false news from Silver, she'd probably been the first person it'd spread to. When the truth eventually came out, she'd probably be a little disappointed but, surely, she'd be old enough by then to understand the princess' position.
That was a thought, how long were they going to keep this up? Months perhaps, but years? She supposed they'd have to, the moment they admitted to the contrary she'd likely be bombarded with letters and gifts. Well, they didn't have to, but she couldn't see herself finding a reason to stop. No one really appealed to her but if Silver ever wanted out, she'd let him out. If he met someone or-
"Oh, Blaze! You're here!" Just as her mind had refocused on Silver, she heard the hedgehog approaching from behind. She turned to look over her shoulder and his smile almost knocked Blaze from her feet, "Sorry I'm late, I had something to pick up in town. I hope you didn't have to wait too long?"
Something about him was different today… well, many things looked different. Like her, the hedgehog was wearing casual attire, but it was an outfit she recognised all too well. She'd bought it for one of his birthdays, when she'd noticed him outgrowing much of the wardrobe he'd been gifted upon his arrival to this dimension. It was a basic but well-fitting garb she'd picked out because she'd thought it'd suit him and, well, today it especially seemed to. He was wearing a button up, short-sleeved, teal and navy shirt with a set of long navy shorts. In place of his typical boots, Silver had donned a thicker set of walking sandals, almost intended for hiking. Naturally, his cuffs and anklets had to remain so she'd chosen colours that wouldn't clash with his aura or gold.
The psychic had worn the outfit quite a few times, though only on occasions he seemed to consider important. For as plain as they were, the hedgehog was very much making them work. They let him look relaxed, as she always liked him to be now that he was safely away from the future, without looking untidy. She hadn't noticed that the outfit rather… accentuated a distracting feature of his. His quills were pulled back into a messy ponytail, an attempt to avoid battle with the sea breeze, but the edge of his chest fluff had managed to breach his shirt. Hiding some of his fluffiness only drew her eyes to what little remained. She blamed her choice in neckline for that latter issue.
There was something else though, something deeper than fabric that was drawing her attention; causing some strange quaking in her gut. She told herself that it was just grogginess, that she was just being silly, but even as her eyes broke from his form, the hedgehog's visage lingered in her mind. Blaze supposed she just hadn't seen him dressed in them for a while, the hedgehog liked to wear clothes but his outfits were usually more ragtag; tempest tossed quills, a hoodie pulled over his bare shoulders, dirty boots and crumpled trousers. He'd made an effort for her and… well…
It'd paid off. Try as Blaze might; she couldn't deny it, he wasn't exactly unpleasant to look at. But then, why were her eyes locked onto the ground?
"He was up half the night putting everything together; the clothes, the food…" Marine listed from the corner of the feline's eye, "I'm glad you both finally came to your senses, I always knew he'd make the perfect boyfriend for you."
For whatever reason, those words had stoked something within Blaze. The wriggling within her stomach longed to go on the offensive and chastise Marine but, being such a foolish feeling, the princess knew it would do neither her nor them any good. Instead, she simply brought her toes to curl and fists to ball. When the hedgehog arrived at the doorstep, the scent of sweet goods hit her nose and further drew her attention.
"Marine, could you get everything I made last night? There should be a little basket on the kitchen counter," Rather immediately, the little sailor scampered off to do what he asked, "So, are we still doing this?
"Y-Yes," Her response was quick, but that stutter wasn't a result of speed. She swallowed, "As long as you're still okay going through with this, I'm okay."
"I feel the same. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. This is still a little strange to me but then it must be for you too. We can do this, I'm sure of it," He hesitated for a moment, blinking at her slightly, "I don't think I've seen this outfit before. You look really pretty!"
Her face went from red to boiling, he clearly had no idea what he was doing to her. Well, to be frank, she had no idea what he was doing to her either. She scrambled for a reply, "Y-You look nice too," Was that arrogant to say? She had bought him that outfit after all.
As she looked up to him- no, as she realised that their difference in height forced her to look up to him, the wriggling and jostling in her stomach exploded into two dozen angry butterflies. Something about him today, the way his eyes met hers and his shoulders seemed broader, was holding her full attention. It was as though she hadn't seen him in a while, no… it was more like she hadn't looked at him in a while. He was surely still the naïve hedgehog she knew, but Silver had grown. He looked far more mature than Blaze recalled even last night. What had changed beyond her clothes? She supposed they had fake titles for each other now? But why would that-
"Blaze?" A shock ran from the top of her shoulders to the tip of her tail, bringing it to dance and curl around her waist, "Are you alright? You were staring…" He reached up, rubbing at his muzzle, "Do I have something on my face?"
"N-No Silver," The princess practically choked on her stutter, she tore her gaze from him again, "I just didn't get much sleep last night, I was too busy… planning all this. It was a lot of work."
"Oh, I'm sorry," He cringed slightly, "I would have stayed and helped if you'd said."
"I-It's fine, don't worry about it. What's done is done," She was usually better at lying but, for whatever reason, today was proving to be an exception to all of her norms.
He didn't look entirely convinced but Marine had returned, he gently stuffed his current bag into the she'd retrieved basket, "What's the plan then? Are we still heading for the beach?"
"It does seem a little busy," Blaze mused, trying to resign his worry to the business of the beach, "Perhaps we could keep to the cliff face, the near edge. That way we won't be getting in anyone's way and their attention should be towards the water."
"That seems like a great idea, that way we'll be seen but not too seen," He enthusiastically nodded, "The cliff should keep our picnic in the shade too, it'll be perfect!"
The excitement in his voice sent a wave of heat up her face to tip her ears, as her temperature rose the hedgehog's gaze overwhelmed her; Blaze's stare fell to the ground. Only three words managed to slip beyond her lips, "Y-You're so naïve."
With an awkward wave goodbye to Marine the two finally set off towards the beach, walking together as faux boyfriend and girlfriend for the first time.
The beach was just as busy as it had sounded; children were running wild, frolicking in and out of the water with reckless abandon. Beach towel after beach towel littered the sand, slovenly forms comfortably spread across each and every one of them. They'd stuck to their plan, keeping to the far side of the beach and walking alongside the great cliff edge that shaded it; passing into and out of its shadow based upon the warping of bluffs.
Talk had been, admittedly, sparser than usual. He had made attempts to start conversations, but her mouth had been rather useless today. Speaking seemed to further the heat on her face and strip her tongue of its rationality, resulting in stuttering. Thus, she'd kept replies brief; a handful of words at best, awkward nods and headshakes at worst. If she was walking with anyone else, they'd surely think she was being rude. At least with Silver, he'd been around long enough that walking quietly was normalised. Still, given the nature of this current outing, she couldn't help but assume he was either worried or confused.
Blaze was a good half pace behind him, rending her stare from the sand to throw him a look every so often. Since their arrival on the beach, she'd kept her sunglasses firmly covering her eyes; both to partially obscure where she was looking and hide some of her panic. Unfortunately, they weren't doing much to prevent her embarrassment.
Their difference in height was really throwing her off, the feline felt like she should have been walking on her tiptoes to better match him. Had it really been so long since she'd worn flats? Had the difference between their heights grown so great without her even noticing? The Silver she saw in her mind's eye was sweet and insecure, she could hardly even identify him as anything beyond his name; he was simply Silver, her partner, a person she could trust above all others. Looking at him now it was… it was as though she was actually seeing him as a man and that was, somehow, far more embarrassing than being dressed as she was. She'd probably find it easier to publicly admit that they were together than spend five minutes eye to eye with him, something had changed; he wasn't the same cute, naïve, hedgehog she'd once known.
Well, he was still naïve, and he was undeniably cute; just not in the way she recalled it, not in a way she could bring herself to describe internally let alone audibly. How had he gone from the amorphous, fluffy, form she pictured in her mind's eye, to this in only one night? What had changed? It couldn't just be his clothes. It was so fascinating and yet so hard to dwell upon.
As he turned to look at her, Blaze's gaze darted towards the waters and stumbled between the people watching them. There weren't too many gazes on them, at least not consistently. A few people were whispering, and an elderly pair were throwing some kind of stare their way but most of the public seemed squarely focused on their time at the beach.
"Blaze?" His words drew her stare back to him, there was concern in his eyes.
She couldn't muster a word in response, only an acknowledging hum. Her tongue was weighed, if she spoke then she'd surely stutter. How long would this feeling last?
"Is everything okay? Am I doing this right?" He'd slowed and taken a step closer, her eyes dropped to meet what little chest fur was free before darting up to meet his eye again. At this distance, she had no idea if he could make out where she was looking, "You've been very quiet. I thought we were supposed to be making a scene, drawing attention to us being together."
"O-Oh," She gulped, ballistic at herself for swallowing, "I'm not entirely certain how we'd go about that. I think we're drawing enough stares as it is, it's probably fine..."
"Is this making you uncomfortable? Is it too much?" He fumbled with the picnic basket, switching it into his right hand as he looked past her and to the beach, "We can swap places if you want, that way they'd be looking at me instead."
Despite this feeling in her gut, Silver was still Silver. If he thought he could do anything to help, even the slightest thing, he'd offer it without hesitation. She didn't have the heart to tell him he was wrong, let alone that she was being bombarded by feelings she couldn't explain, "Thank you, Silver."
He shifted to her outer side, acting as a barrier between her and the stares, but part of the endeavour caused her heart to skip a beat. Once he'd arrived on that side, Silver had slipped his left hand into her right. She almost stumbled and he quickly looked back at her, very clearly confused. This kind of contact was regular for them, whenever the other was troubled the other would take their hand or wrap an arm around their shoulder; last night even, he'd held her by the shoulders and she'd casually returned that grasp. They'd held hands thousands of times, more than she could ever hope to count but, today, this afternoon, there was something almost electrifying about that contact.
He was staring, waiting for some kind of response, but her tongue would surely fail her again. She had to make up for its lack of fluidity.
Bluntly, boldly, she brought her fingers to lock between his and squeezed his hand tight; forcing herself into the leading position, she spoke without turning back to him, "L-Lets find somewhere quieter to eat. I'm starving."
Her cheeks were on fire, she locked her eyes on the path ahead but no matter how she charged or tried to distract herself; Blaze's embarrassment refused to shift. A lack of sleep had never done anything like this to her, at least not before today. Was that all this was? Tiredness and the stupor brought on by it? It had to be, nothing else made sense.
He'd caught up, matching her quickened pace to walk beside her, "Somewhere quieter, okay, um…"
Silver cast his eyes to the beach and Blaze's stare followed, it seemed that their shift in pace had caused them to draw more attention. Rather than one or two older couples, a larger group of multiple families seemed to have noticed them. That, or word had simply spread up the beach and the world had finally noticed them together; dressed differently and holding hands, more than likely on a date. She slowed her pace again, turning to the cliff face. She'd had an idea, born of his recommendation of picnicking in the cliff's shade. It was a stupid thought, so very stupid, but she knew somewhere more private. People might still see them, people could still reach them, but it'd perhaps make her feel more comfortable long term… even if it was bound to make her less comfortable in the short term and draw many more eyes.
"What about up there? We'd be away from the beach itself, but it'd be a little more private. I think we'd still be seen enough," She suggested, gesturing up the cliff face, "They'd see you carrying me up there, perhaps that's enough of a sign that we're..."
He came to a stop, glancing up the cliff's edge before quickly turning to the beach behind them, "Are you sure you'd be comfortable with that?"
Blaze knew what he was implying. Not only would this draw more eyes to them initially, but it involved scaling to a height that, while not ludicrous, was a little beyond what he knew her to be comfortable with. The concern in his eyes was so genuine…
"I know you won't drop me, Silver. I trust you," She squeezed his hand again, "Just, please, make it quick but not too quick."
He managed a nod, his worry quelled, and slipped his hand from hers to shift the picnic basket further up his arm. Without blinking or flinching, he turned and put his right hand to her back while crouching and lowering his left arm for her to swing her legs up and across. While she'd focused on his concern her embarrassment had faded. Now, the heat had returned.
This was how he usually lifted her, it was more comfortable to lie in his grasp than to cling to him as he flew, but, due to her addled and tired mind, she was having further thoughts. Usually she'd have stepped up without flinching, she'd allow her head to fall against his shoulder and focus solely on his face until they reached their destination. They'd make conversation, he'd distract her from the distance between them and the ground. Today however, that seemed more difficult. Her tiredness couldn't be responsible for that. Was it because she was wearing a dress?
Briefly catching his eye again, Blaze rapidly neatened her clothes a little. As she finally brought her legs over his arm, she tried to keep herself decent. It was stupid, the skirt of her dress was long, but it didn't do anything to dispel the heat on her face. Her head still found his shoulder and, although she'd been looking up at him all day, at least this was a more familiar view.
"Are you ready?" He made sure, she felt his grasp tighten just above her knee and around her shoulders. Something about that contact, contact she'd experienced hundreds of times, coupled with the view energised the butterflies in her stomach.
She forced her gaze to roll from him and to the rock wall in front of them, "Yes."
Cyan light crept into her vision and weightlessness set in. Her choice to focus on the wall didn't serve her well. While it was better than looking down, she could tell that they were rising and with each passing second the ground drifted further away. They weren't going slowly, but Silver was making sure to keep things stable; ergo, their pace wasn't as fast as she knew he could fly, or he'd even normally fly with her.
As his concern for her was made manifest and the shifting rockface began to make her queasy, the princess couldn't help but return to her normal position. Historically, her cheek would be cushioned by the edge of his chest fluff but now his shirt was in the way. Why did she miss that comfort?
Her shifting brought his attention back to her; those piercing yellow eyes were upon her again. Without so much as thinking, she stuttered out; "Sh-Shouldn't you be watching the sky?"
He responded to her request immediately, shifting to look upwards, so he didn't catch her grimacing at her own stupidity. Her gaze lowered slightly, and she ended up staring at what little of his fluff was visible. Despite his endeavour to look presentable, a few tufts were out of place. If she was feeling more regular, she might have seen reason to undo its tugs and neaten him. As things were though, Blaze could only stare.
Though he stopped ascending when he reached the green grass that topped the cliff, he didn't quite put her down. Instead, the hedgehog flew just a little more inland so that she wouldn't have to see the worst of the height; they touched down a good twenty paces from the edge. He gently set her down, dipping her legs and allowing her to step free from his hold. The grass wasn't exactly thin up here, they were a little off the beaten trail, but it seemed like a fine spot for a picnic. The tide was out, so they could see where the beach met the waves, and to their backs was a lush palm tree forest. They would only be visible to those close to the water's edge and out at sea. More eyes were on them for the moment than had been before, a few kids had run up the beach to watch their flight, but she knew they would drift with time. In the long run, this was better.
"Here seems pretty perfect for a picnic," He commented, taking in their surroundings, "This was a great idea Blaze!"
"I suppose it will do," Blaze tried to underplay her decision, unwilling to claim praise for what was an impulse decision rather than a planned one, "Let's just relax for a while, away from so many prying eyes, and return to our walk later."
The princess wasn't sure if she was instructing him or herself.
With a nod, Silver reached into the hamper and drew out a large plaid picnic blanket. Without so much as blinking, he tossed it into the air and caught it with his psychic aura; completely flattening it and holding it in the air. He slowly lowered it with a single glowing hand, the long grass beneath the blanket was made to bend down flat, free to pop up whenever the cover was removed but smoothed for their sitting. That done, he dropped to the ground and dug through the basket. First revealed was a flask and two tin mugs, next a reasonably sized plastic container and, finally, a smaller white paper bag that was, assumedly, the reason he'd been late to meet her
Everything set out, he caught Blaze in the midst of staring. Rather quickly, the feline dropped down to sit with him; positioning herself on the other side of their bounty. The lid was popped free from the container and steam rose from its depths. Six pastry parcels, surely too much for the pair of them to eat, were revealed, perfectly browned and sealed along their top.
"They've got prawn and salmon in them with a cream sauce and some vegetables," He quickly explained, offering her the box.
She knew his taste; this was more for her than it was for him. Without so much as hesitating, she picked up one and took a bite. They'd managed to maintain their heat in the box, she'd known that by sight and touch, but the taste managed to fully draw her attention. The blending of flavours was perfect, the sauce didn't overwhelm the fish and the fish didn't overwhelm the sauce; the prawns were just small enough not to manifest in large chunks.
He'd been about to reach for the box himself only for a realisation to strike him, "I'm supposed to be being the best boyfriend I can, r-right, okay…" With a wave of his hand, the flask and tin cups were pulled toward him. He poured her a cup of tea, gesturing again to hover napkins, a small sugar-jar and a spoon from the basket. Once he'd presented her the mug, he unwrapped and opened the white paper bag. Inside was a small assortment of muffins and fairy cakes, "I would have baked us a cake, but we were a little too short notice. I hope that's okay…"
She took the jar, adding two teaspoonfuls of sugar to her brew, "Silver, this is more than okay. I was expecting sandwiches or something small, not all this. How long did you stay up last night?"
Somehow, unlike the stares or most of today's endeavour, that managed to prompt a bashful response from the hedgehog. His cheeks lit pink as he claimed a pasty of his own, "It took a couple of tries to get them perfect, but It wasn't too long. I got up a few hours earlier rather than staying up late, I just wish I'd had a little more time."
"Don't be silly, I only planned the walk while you did so much; even though this was all my idea," She passed him back the jar as he poured the flask.
He added far more sugar to his cup, the blush had spread from his muzzle to his ears, "But this is just what we normally do. If we're pretending to be boyfriend and girlfriend, shouldn't I be doing more?"
Having something to eat, as well as seeing his blush, seemed to reduce her own embarrassment, "This isn't about actually embodying those roles so much as just making others think we are. You don't have to go to extra effort like that, you do more than enough by just being you. A lot of people already debate whether we are a couple," She managed to smile, blowing her tea to cool it, "All we need to do are the public things, the more blatant things. Go out together, hold hands and hug in public, those kinds of things. Don't worry too much about the little details."
"I'll try not to, but I promised to do this right," He affirmed as she took a sip. Despite his flush still lingering, he gave a proclamation, "I'm going to do my best, I'm going to be the best boyfriend possible!"
"Y-You're so naïve," She pretended to sigh and grumble, turning her attention towards the meal.
He'd probably said that both to renew his promise to her and to bolster himself for the coming task. Just as she'd begun to overcome her embarrassment, he'd managed to stoke it again. Despite that fact and despite the renewed heat on her face, Blaze flicked her sunglasses up. She couldn't keep hiding forever and brewing thoughts were becoming too much to contain.
He wasn't wrong to have done all this, and Blaze knew she should be showing more gratitude, but the feline's state was making that impossible. The hedgehog had also led her to think on an interesting aspect of their plan; just what should they be doing, what would convince the public and what were they willing to do? Were there lines she wanted to draw and what lines would he like to draw? A certain concept, a thought, fluttered up to reach her brain that Blaze couldn't help pondering. There was no easy way of broaching it though. Two questions were gnawing at the back of her head, a thought that was relevant to this concept, but she wasn't willing to entertain.
Was she willing to kiss him, and would he be willing to kiss her? If they did kiss among the public, that was all the proof they'd ever need.
Last night she would have said yes to that question without hesitation. If it meant completing their ruse, she'd be more than willing. But as these feelings spiralled both in her head and through her gut, Blaze couldn't help but squirm. She threw Silver a quick glance only to find him entirely focused on his meal, being up so early and going to the bakery had perhaps caused him to miss breakfast. He was willing to go so far for her, could she plant her lips on his for her own sake?
For a split second, her eyes drifted to her muzzle only to be torn away and thrown to the plaid blanket beneath them. She wouldn't have been opposed to it before, so she supposed she wasn't now, just a lot more nervous about it. If they did it, it'd only have to be a peck; nothing too scandalous, something small. Blaze had chosen him to play this role for a reason, she trusted him and was willing to do things with him that she wasn't comfortable doing with others. She could see herself doing it, embarrassment aside, but what about him?
Silver was like her; he'd never been in a relationship before. While she'd accept him as her first kiss, would she be his? Would he want her to be his? Well, she'd brought up not knowing how to draw stares before. Perhaps she could ask through that? Now that the concept was in her head, Blaze wanted to know if there were any boundaries between them; was he saving certain things for someone else? As he reached for his next pasty, she took a deep breath and made a move.
"Well," It was going to be roundabout, but she had to prompt this discussion somehow, "Is there anything you think would make it more obvious that we're a couple? Something quick and easy, anything we can do to get the message across. I was up last night considering options but couldn't come up with a concrete solution."
"We already do most of the things couples do, right? We hug, we hold hands and we visit all kinds of places together," He pondered aloud, tugging at what little exposed chest fur he had as he thought, "I guess there's other stuff we can do; like writing each other love letters, wearing clothes that match or just telling others how much we're in love. More blunt stuff," Silver managed to answer, "I think that's what couples do. You know, they kiss and stuff; give people some kind of undeniable sign."
What he thought couples did; he'd phrased it so innocently but implied so much. He'd hit the nail on the head, brought up the very object of her curiosity. He'd been so casual, did that mean he was willing to do it?!
"R-Right, yes, th-they…" Her stuttering came to a head, her tongue was useless; she should have taken a moment and considered her words.
"Are you sure you're okay, Blaze? You've been kind of red all day," He, so helpfully, informed her.
"Yes, don't worry, I'm fine," She waved him off, almost pulling down her shades but catching herself before she could, "I've probably just caught a cold, they're common at this time of year."
That'd surely worried him, her brain was going a mile a minute. Blaze knew he'd never been in a relationship, but that didn't mean his heart wasn't set on someone. She didn't know who they could be, a fact that made her want to assume that there was nobody, but a larger chunk of herself wanted to be sure.
"Silver," She was fighting to keep a straight face, attempting to hold back her stutter merely forced Blaze to pause and hold her breath, "Have you ever actually…" She knew it was better to be blunt, best to keep things simple, but it was the most embarrassing way to ask, "Kissed anyone before?"
"No," His reply was immediate, he didn't even blink!
"Oh," He looked confused at her response, "I-It's just that, most people think first kisses are important. I wouldn't want to take something like that from you. By having you pretend to be my boyfriend, I feel like I'm already asking a lot," She was blabbering, not asking what she really wanted. Her fists clenched, "I-I wasn't sure if you'd be okay with kissing me or…"
"Blaze," He crawled closer, their knees almost came to touch, "You're my partner. I agreed to do this because I want to help you, you're not asking anything of me. I decided to do this, it's not like you're forcing me."
"It's still…" She wrestled with herself. There was only one way to reach her desired answer; to ask her desired question, "Is there anyone you'd want to be that first kiss?"
"Well, people only kiss those they're close to, right? Specifically, the person they're closest to and want to stay with…" He defined, clearly deep in thought but trying to relax her at the same time, "I'm not an expert on it or anything, but that's how it always seems in books. I don't really know a lot about this dating stuff, just what I've heard from Amy really."
The mention of Amy immediately explained a lot of things; his change in garb, the holding of her hand and this picnic. Though they'd only met a handful of times, across both this and their past life, the pink hedgehog overabundant love for Sonic made sense as an informant to Silver's understanding. She was though, admittedly, a terrifying informant.
Swallowing, she nodded, "Yes, that's not how it always is but that's how people romanticise it, Silver. If there was someone you wanted to kiss, that should be someone you care about in a way that's different to how you care for everyone else."
"Well, the person I'm closest to is you, Blaze. I don't think I could ever share the kind of bond we have with anyone else," That feeling was undeniably mutual, she knew where this was going but he wasn't done talking. She felt the butterflies squirm in her stomach, "So, if I was going to kiss anyone, I guess I'd want to kiss you."
Her heart skipped beats and she couldn't help but shift, he'd called out her blushing before but now it was surely worse. He'd used such simple and honest words, the likes of which she had no defence against. His heart was on his sleeve, she couldn't deny its existence; there was no front, there was no lie.
"Just, promise me you'll say if that changes," She insisted, taking on a sterner tone in an attempt to smother her slurring, "If, for whatever reason, you either don't feel the same about us or you meet someone or… whatever it is, just promise you'll say."
"I don't think that will ever happen…" She couldn't help but frown at that. His eyes softened, her concern had gotten through to him, "If that happens then I'll say, but I'll still help you in whatever other ways I can. You're my best friend and I want you to be happy."
"Good," She managed to huff, "A-And thank you."
A moment passed. While he'd smiled at her response, after another sip of tea and a few bites, confusion crossed his brow and he dared to ask, "Blaze, have you ever kissed anyone?"
"No, I haven't really considered…" Well, she had no more than a moment ago. She'd worried about whether he'd be okay with her kissing him, albeit to further their ruse. With that exception though; "I've never even thought about it. I worried so much that it'd be a suitor that I never considered who I'd rather k-kiss instead."
She longed to snuff her stutter, but an immediate shift in Silver's demeanour caught her off guard. His brow hardened and he'd set down his food, shifting closer still to put his hand atop hers, he said, "Well, now you will be able to think about that without worrying. You're amazing, whoever you chose will be so lucky; after all, they get to be the closest person to you."
He was just being protective, being a good friend and bearing his sense of justice, but the combination of his honesty and physical touch sent her senses into further disarray. She couldn't meet his eye and, for what felt like hours, she couldn't bring herself to speak. Part of her was screaming to admit, as he had, that Silver was the only person she'd truly consider kissing but another part kept promising Blaze that saying so would lead to ruination. He'd ask more questions, or he'd ask if they should kiss or something else naïve yet heartfelt.
"I-I only asked because…" Her tail was dragging across the ground without her consent, "If this goes on for too long, people might expect us to kiss. I'm glad you're okay with that."
"If you're okay with it then I'm okay with it," He swore, squeezing her hand, "First kisses are supposed to be important but, I guess, since we're not actually together, it wouldn't count if we kissed? So, you don't have to worry about that."
The way that was worded, it was almost an invitation to kiss him whenever she felt like it. While it didn't outright state it, it implied that they could essentially practice using each other. Somewhat stunned, Blaze could only manage a meagre, "S-Sure, I guess so."
"If you ever think we should, just say and we can!" He promised, as though it were the most normal thing in the world.
Thoughts and emotions bubbled and boiled; his hand was still in hers, had he even noticed? The butterflies had never settled in her stomach, but their vigour seemed to have been renewed. What was wrong with today, what was wrong with her today? Ever since she'd woken up, something had been off. Everything they'd done so far was regular for them, they'd regularly visit the beach and picnic, let alone hold hands and talk.
"Oh, huh," The engine of her heart skipped a beat, bringing her train of thought to a ludicrously quick stop. What could possibly fall from his mouth next? "We've got the same hair now."
The most bizarre concoction of relief, embarrassment and anguish flared across Blaze's face. Her muzzle was cast in scarlet, but not the burning red of before, "Yes, I suppose that's true," Pushing herself, to speak more quickly proved unwise. Rather than complementing the change, her blush led her to chastise him, "You should take better care of your quills. I-If you kept them like this, they wouldn't get into such a mess."
Despite her rudeness he continued to smile at her and enjoy the meal, "They're getting a little too long again," He admitted, trying to look over his shoulder at those fluffy extremities, "Maybe I should cut them more properly."
Despite her initial outburst, this conversation was a relaxing breath of fresh air compared to their last one. Drawing her tea to her lips, she tried to talk from her heart rather than her flushed face, "I wouldn't clip them too short, just short enough that they're easier to manage. I could do it tomorrow if you'd like?"
"That'd be great! We can try to have a more relaxed day," He immediately grinned, but a realisation overtook him, "Wait, would that be our second date? Or would we just be doing that as friends?"
"It can be whatever we want it to be," She practically blurted out before quickly realising what that implied, "I-It'll be in private though, so we hardly have to call it a date. Perhaps, if someone asks about your quills, then we'll say it was, but we can actually treat it like a normal day."
"Alright, that'll work!" He practically cheered, finally releasing her hand and drawing out another pastry from the box.
She took that opportunity to change her grasp, holding her teacup in both hands. Despite her pyrokinesis and the mug's heat, her hand felt substantially colder without his touch. This grogginess was playing games with her senses now, what could be next?
She managed to turn her attention towards the picnic spread, quickly reaching down and claiming another pasty. It was only as she did that, that Blaze realised why he'd brought up their matching ponytails. He'd mentioned matching clothes before, clearly implying the likes of matching shirts and wedding rings, but their current hairstyles were a way they matched. While she didn't think it made them look more like a couple, he had planned this out even more than she thought.
Attempting to distract herself, she began to eat the baked good and tried her hardest to focus upon its creamy flavour. Despite how delicious it was, it was not enough. Blaze found herself dwelling upon the shift in how she viewed their relationship; the change she had undergone but he hadn't. She'd done all this to avoid marrying a suitor, but who did she want to take the place of a suitor? She'd convinced herself that this was for long term convenience, that it would give her the chance to find someone, but, the truth was, she hadn't planned to look. She hadn't considered where to start, let alone where to find someone she trusted as much as Silver. She couldn't see herself being closer to anyone than she was to him; their bond had lasted beyond her death and into this next life, they'd survived the unsurvivable together. Who could even come close to filling his role?
She'd never considered her endeavours with Silver to be romantic, it was simply how they were with each other, but some combination of their lifted burdens, their actions' current context and time had freed this realisation from her subconscious. Time was surely an important factor, in their last life things hadn't had the opportunity to blossom this far; they hadn't had the chance to grow both physically, as individuals, and as a pair. This time though, not only had they been in a more comfortable position for growth but they'd both learned what life was like without the other; they understood what that loss felt like. Not to mention, they were newly adults now; they'd aged further than that last life. No wonder she was embarrassed, she'd asked the only person she'd consider dating to pretend to go out with her.
She didn't think she'd change much physically, but Silver had undeniably grown while she hadn't been paying attention. The most obvious changes were physical, he'd grown taller and his shoulders had broadened, but there'd surely been internal shifts that Blaze couldn't quite discern. Silver was still very naïve, his heart was attached to his sleeve and he'd shown his want for justice throughout the whole endeavour, but his living in a more peaceful world had led him to acquire hobbies and interests. She was seeing him at his best, better than he'd ever been. Many of his skills, his interests too, either matched or complemented hers.
Having finished the pasty just as her thoughts concluded, Blaze threw him another glance. He was fairly focused on the coast, absentmindedly making headway on a third pasty. Following his gaze, she found that his eyes had landed upon a flock of migrating birds; a sign of the coming Winter. This would be their last chance to walk the beach comfortably for at least three months. She should have been making the most of this.
She reached into the bakery bag, drawing out a muffin before pushing the bag his way, "Come on, let's hurry and head down again."
Unfortunately, despite now understanding her state, Blaze found herself no better equipped to combat her embarrassment. Talk was less scant than it had been last time, Blaze was trying her best, but she still wasn't comfortable with this sudden upwelling of understanding. She'd stutter and stammer, catch herself staring, tear her eyes from him and, occasionally, chastise him when her embarrassment became too much to bear. It wasn't perfect, but at least they were talking this time.
Still, she was managing to walk hand in hand with him. The hedgehog himself, seemingly in response to her slightly calmer demeanour, had shed most of his worry. He'd panic, just a little whenever she told him off too harshly, but he was certainly smiling more now. They were almost walking shoulder to shoulder, Silver on the water's side, approaching the rockier far edge of the beach; where sand gave way to low crags, a prime site for rock pools. Of course, as a result of that, this part of the beach was particularly swamped. Many families with younger children were searching for the likes of hermit crabs and trying to make memories.
As they reached the shift in ground, Silver came to a halt. Before she could even fully turn to him, his hand had slipped from hers; both his left palm and right were suddenly on her shoulders. Her eyes collided with his and a pair of stern brows. The concern that she'd just thought abolished had returned in an instant, bringing her prior embarrassment with it.
"Is this going to be okay? Are there too many people over there?" He asked, his concern and care on display, "We can turn around if you want."
Blaze looked over her shoulder, both to better scan how many families had gathered and, more primarily, to simply hide her renewed blush. The hedgehog's hands were in the exact same position they had been last night; she had looked him in the eyes, returned his touch and thanked him for his aid. Right now, she could only think to avoid his gaze and call him naïve.
But she didn't want to do that. There were families by the rockpools, yes, but before today she would've been entirely comfortable among her people and beside him. Her boosted bashfulness had swollen to such an extent that not only was Silver pointing it out, he was actively concerned about it. She couldn't let this stick; she couldn't let it drag into the future days! She'd promised to take initiative and that was exactly what she'd do.
Her hands came to latch on his biceps, her brow steeled, and lips pursed as she met his eyes once more, "W-Well, what about you, Silver?"
"Wh-What about me?" He asked, concern quickly being dashed by confusion.
"You've said it before, but I'll ask again; are you okay with this?" She had to be more specific. She took a step forward; surprised, he almost stumbled back, "Are you okay with us being seen like this?"
"I am!" He swore without hesitation, "As long as you are, I am."
"So, you do want to be here with me?" She went further, tightening her grasp and taking another step. As long as she kept moving, she could overlook the stutter in her voice and the heat on her muzzle. If she controlled the pace, if she took hold of the momentum, then she could manage all of this.
"Of course I do," He immediately answered. His seriousness grew further but it couldn't match hers, she'd always known this, "Even if we weren't pretending to be together, you know I like being with you."
He had no idea what she'd prompted from him but, essentially, she'd managed to tease free an admittance that he wanted to be here with her. That fact he'd admitted to wanting to be there, regardless of their overall scheme, went a long way to setting her at ease. Despite that though, she still had a point to get across.
"And as long as you're okay with this, I'm okay with this. This was all my idea after all," She forced her amber orbs to burn into his brighter set, "Don't worry about me being uncomfortable, but I want to know if you are," Blaze refused to let herself flinch and denied herself even the right to blink. She rose to her tiptoes and brought her head closer to his, mirroring the way he'd leaned down to her last night, "As long as you're okay, I'm okay."
"R-Right," His stutter wasn't born of embarrassment, merely a combination of surprise and confusion. He broke from her gaze and took a deep breath. His grasp had tightened when he met her eyes again, "Let's do it then, it'll be easy."
"If you change your mind or worry about anything, you just have to say," She wanted to press her forehead against his, but height wouldn't allow it. Instead, she opted to take yet another step. With that, they escaped the shade of the cliff, "You can rely on me just as much as I do you, you know this?"
"I do, of course I do! I don't know what I'd do without you," He insisted, not so much embarrassed but flustered by her endeavour. Strangely, Silver somehow looked cuter still when positioned like this. Despite that, he managed to keep talking, "You look out for me and I look out for you, th-that's what we do."
She let herself drop to her heels, her arms left his, "Good. Then we'll make it through this," He, almost lost and confused, replicated her release; allowing her to turn back towards the rockpools, "We'll look out for each other, no matter what."
They resumed their approach, many eyes had turned upon them but, noticing their shift, were quickly dropping towards the pools. Blaze hadn't had the gall to retake his hand, but she was still leading, she was succeeding!
This would be easy. If she could keep a tight grip on herself and control of the pace, then she was certain she'd make it through today's date at least. Tomorrow would be a more private affair, prime for both self-discovery and prying further into how he felt. She wasn't sure how long this fake dating scheme could last now, it would be immoral to steal kisses from him with her new understanding, but hopefully this state's replacement would eventually grant her that freedom. She couldn't help feeling embarrassed by that thought but, as long as she could subdue it, overcoming this meant future efforts would become easier. She just had to chip away at these feelings, work and practice until she could properly control th-
"Oh, I meant to ask earlier," Her ear twitched, registering the return to his more casual tone, "Why're you wearing a swimsuit under your dress, are we going swimming later?"
She'd entirely forgotten that was a choice she'd made; a choice that'd become especially obvious when his hands found her shoulders and she'd drawn so close. As Blaze's cheeks reddened, and her temperature spiked, the undeniable became clear. She was far from overcoming this embarrassment. With a quick fumble, her sunglasses were made to lower again in a half-hearted attempt to hide her panic.
"It's just, I didn't bring my stuff with me," He continued, seemingly oblivious, "I don't want to ruin these-
"Sh-Shush!" She took hold of his hand again, dragging him towards the rocks with a speed unmatched by any prior, "It's fine, don't worry about it! Let's just go find some crabs, o-or something."
Finding her ideal partner, the very goal of this scheme, had taken no time at all, but being comfortable seeing him in such a light… that was going to take much longer.