Rouge The Bat: Happily Married

This ties in with Sonic: The Madness. Consider it to be required
reading.


Rouge the Bat and Thomas Adriani have been married for six months
at the time this chapter takes place.

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He stirred awake in the night, midriff throbbing, gas belching up
out of his mouth. Thomas Adriani had no idea what time it was. The
only thing he knew right this minute was that his stomach hurt.
The culprit, he assumed to be something eaten at that new
restaurant the night before. Not the steak, no, that was cooked
perfectly. Something else.

Pulling himself out of bed and dragging to the bathroom, his eyes
burned as the light flicked on. Wincing, Tom adjusted well enough
to see. Nothing. No antacid in the cabinet whatsoever.

It was a long walk through his old family mansion to the kitchen.
After a brief search, the object of his need was found, two large
spoonfuls to ease the violent events in his stomach.

Walking back to bed, he heard a faint sound from the living room.
Taking note of anything that was out of place in his home at
any time, Thomas investigated to find his wife curled up on the couch.
Rouge seemed to be asleep, but she was softly mumbling. Kneeling
down, Tom saw the tears running down her face, a sign she was
crying.

'Hmm, wonder if her stomach's hurting, too?' he thought, gently
nudging her. She didn't wake up. "Rouge!" he called out, her eyes
snapping open. Staring at him as if she'd seen a ghost, Rouge
barely moved. "Hey, you okay?" Tom asked.

She reached her hand out, touching is face. "A nightmare..."

"You were asleep," he explained, "I heard you crying. Why are you
in here, anyway?"

Swiftly, she sprang upright, wrapping both arms around him. "You're
alive! I thought..." He hugged back, one hand on the small of her
back, the other behind her head.

"Not that dream again... you haven't had that dream in months! I
didn't die in the hospital. Come on, we'll go back to bed."

"It wasn't that," she explained. "I... this was different. I went off
to hunt for treasure. I found the biggest diamond anyone had ever
found, but when I returned home, you were..." She breathed hard,
the memory of the dream like a fresh wound in her soul.

He said, "it didn't happen. I had a bad dream, too. The Black Arms
invasion... was your stomach hurting? That why you were up?"

"Yes," she answered. "I got up to get something for it. I sat down
here, and I fell asleep."

"It was that salad we ate. I thought something about it didn't taste
right. We're not going to that restaurant again!" he assured her.
Rouge smiled. Tom continued, "don't feel bad. I know you miss
treasure hunting. You probably miss your old job, saving the
world..."

"I do," she responded, "but I wouldn't give you up to go back to it."
Fondling her wedding ring gently, she was unprepared for Tom's
swift motion, standing up with her in his arms.

"Back to bed, lady!"

"Tough guy!" she complimented, eyes staring him down. "Wanna get
romantic first?" Before he could answer, a loud rumble was heard, the
sound of Tom's stomach churning. He merely answered, "take you up on
that offer later!"

Carrying her back to bed, she flipped from his arms, landing
perfectly on the sheets with a twist through the air, on one knee
and balanced on a hand, wings outstretched. Tom was impressed by
the move. "No one's ever going to accuse you of getting lazy!"

Taking pride in her show of agility, Rouge grabbed his hand, pulling
her husband down to the bed. "I have to keep in shape," she said
cheerfully, "you're bigger than I am. I've go to be able to push you
around!"

Throwing the covers back, Tom crawled into bed, leaving a spot for
her as she undid the belt tie of her robes, taunting a playful,
"in case you change your mind!" his way.

He simply gave her a look which she liked. "Now, you gonna have bad
dreams anymore? I don't like it when you cry, Rouge."

"Hmm... no... I don't think I will. I'll dream about something fun."

"Really? Like what?" he asked.

She replied, "that's for me to know. Pulling the covers up, Rouge
took her place, lying against Tom, nuzzling him. Settled into bed,
she finished, "and for you to really go wild when you find out!"


Tom moved his head, popping his neck, still shaking off sleep. Morning
sunlight filled the spacious living room. Rouge twirled the spoon
in her ice cream, thinking dirty thoughts. "Wanna go out today?"
Tom asked, finding himself bored.

"We went out yesterday. Had fun, got sick off restaurant food," she
responded, disinterested in sharing her lover with the public.

"Check up on the casino?"

She said, rather quaintly, "it's fine."

Stretching his arms, Tom suggested, "wanna check up on your friends?"

Rouge sighed. "Shadow's on assignment. I'm not bothering Knuckles,
I really don't want to push that old button unless I have to...
besides," she smirked, "I think Karen's keeping him busy enough.
Sonic and Tails are helping Eggman adjust to an honest life... they're
all doing just fine." Taking a bite of ice cream, she seductively
licked the spoon. "Tom, about last night-"

"Don't worry about it. Just a nightmare, no big deal!" he comforted.
"Probably felt real enough. Just a bad dream." Rouge smiled, feeling
slightly better, though the constant concern still held onto her-
the thought of what she would do if something were to happen to him.
It had almost happened once, the very event that forced her to
give up her old ways and fall in love.

Some people said she clung to Tom a bit much, but she was determined
to be with him as much as possible while they were alive, the
opinions of others be damned. And she knew he liked it. The opinion
held by her friends was that their lives had been perfect simply
because they had been rich. This was farthest from the truth. Tom's
parents had been nagging and controlling, constantly pushing their
public image above all else. Her own mother was a deadbeat waitress
who barely gave her own daughter the time of day.

Even when Rouge had run away and made her own good fortune, through
theft, the casino, and her old GUN job, she was still lonely. Tom was
the first man to ever return any feeling towards her whatsoever, and
Rouge seemed to know why, from her own dealings with male bats-
bats could be annoying and aggressive in their pursuits. It had been
the reason she'd driven Knuckles up the wall, trying to show him
attention when he was simply annoyed by her presence.

Tom Adriani had been the first to accept her as she was. And despite
being human, with the stigma that it sometimes raised, Tom was her
type. Rich but imperfect. When pushed, his mind could be as dirty as
hers. He wasn't married to her for simple affection, or for the sex,
he asked her to marry him because, when stripped down to the basic
level, the two simply had fun together every second of the day.

"Your favorite movie's on later." Tom had broken her train of thought.
"I know you want to watch it with me. You watch it every time it's
on..." he smirked. She brushed her foot against his leg.

"Uh huh. I've seen it more times than I can count, and I've never
been sick of it. What time?" she asked. It was an old romance film
she'd first seen as a child, and the two had watched it together
every time it aired on television. Tom had wanted to buy a copy of
the film for home viewing, but Rouge suggested he didn't. She thought
it would be more special if it was only watched on occasion.

Tom checked the clock, answering, "about six hours from now."

Rouge replied, "so, what do we do until then?" Setting her bowl of
ice cream on the end table, she leaned back, Tom noticing the
fresh lump under her robe. Her eyes followed his, spotting her nipple,
hardened from the cold of the bowl held to her chest. Without a word,
Rouge pulled open her robe, revealing her left breast. Tom took it
between his thumb and finger, gently pinching on it.

She moaned slightly as he said, "I think we can find something to
do...." Leaning down, he took it in his mouth, licking gently. Rouge
untied the belt loop, pulling the tie on Tom's robe open. Parting her
robe, she pushed him away to grab the ice cream, gently placing some
on her other breast, wincing from the sudden cold.

"Hungry?" she taunted, her husband licking it off, gently, teasing
her with his tongue. Tossing the robe open, her legs spread, a large
fragment of melting ice cream on the spoon. "Tom... this might be the
dumbest thing I've ever done..." she commented, dropping the freezing
dessert onto her vagina, doing her best not to scream from the sudden
cold. Without missing a beat, he slid down, sucking the frozen lump
away, kissing deep.

Rouge the Bat had a sturdy clitoris that could take a good deal of
direct stimulation, but the cold, coupled with the sudden feeling
of her lover's mouth and tongue licking up and down, was simply too
much. The scream filled the living room, her thighs clamping down
tight around his head. This wasn't anything new to Tom, the sudden
vise grip on him expected. He kept breathing through his nose
as he licked and kissed, sliding a hand under her ass to fondle,
the other hand tickling her foot. he had discovered months ago that,
not only were Rouge's feet very ticklish, but if she was being
tickled so close to orgasm, she would cum very fast.

"OH! YES! TOM! EAT! ME!" She screamed, fondling and squeezing her
tits, knowing his hands couldn't very well reach. Her legs remained
gripped on his head, the bat girl screaming out in pleasure as Tom's
face was blasted by a stream of orgasmic squirt, her pussy letting
loose. Screams cut down to pants as the orgasm dissipated, her
fingers running through his hair, hands gently pushing his head
downward.

Looking up, Tom smirked. "Like that?" She nodded, biting her lower
lip, tongue poking out. Good," he said, standing up, undoing his
robes. He was erect, Rouge taking immediate glance.

"Oh, no you don't!" she shouted, leaping from the couch and tackling
him to the floor, her own robe shaking free, leaving the bat
completely naked. Rouge had him pinned. "It might be your turn, Tom,
but I'm taking control this time!"


She ground up and down, Tom under her, both sitting on the couch.
She'd lost track of how long they'd been doing this. She'd lost
track of how many orgasms she'd had. She wasn't even sure of how
many times Tom had cum, either. Both of them were sweaty, and she was
starting to get tired. Kissing him hard, she leaned back, saying,
"it's time to finish! Ready?" Her pace changed, quickly bouncing up
and down on his dick, knees bouncing her like springs.

Grabbing her hips, Tom began thrusting upward, slamming her hard.
She moaned and screamed in pure bliss, Tom moaning loud now.
Rouge's tits bounced up and down, her massive breasts catching
the sunlight as her back arched, vaginal muscles clamping tight as
she came, the force squeezing Tom's cock past its limit, his
load exploding hard inside of her.

Rouge slowed down, her wings stretched out. She had to be careful to
keep from flying off during these love making sessions. "Ohhh....
Tom..." she gasped, "and they said married life would be boring!"
Tom, head tilted back, didn't say a word. Looking at the clock, Rouge
made note that three hours had gone by. "Tom?" He finally looked up,
hands pulling her close to him. A finger traced around the edge of
her ear.

"No more," he exclaimed, "I'm empty."

Rising off him, she responded, "bath. Carry me?" Rouge, in her
infinite arrogance, wouldn't admit to being too tired to walk, but
she had merely asked, instead of ordering, assuming that her love
may be too tired as well.

Tom leaned her back, rising from the couch. She draped an arm around
his shoulders, closing her eyes.


The television came to life, still minutes until the movie came on.
Tom placed his plate on the end table, Rouge clutching a bowl of
orange slices. She edged close to him, head resting on the side of
his chest. Something else she would never admit to, she liked to
listen to Tom's heartbeat. Sleeping, resting, she placed her ears
to listen to it. It gave her assurance that he was healthy.

Neither said a word. Tom simply ran his fingers through the fur spikes
on the back of her head. It was a guarantee both would fall asleep in
this position long before the movie ended. Rouge didn't care, she'd
seen the movie at least a hundred times before. The romance on screen
wasn't of concern to her anymore. She now lived that life.