Rouge The Bat: Happily Married

Rouge the Bat and Thomas Adriani have been married for two years
as of this chapter.

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Tom sat with his back to the headboard, wife in his arms. Rouge
grinned slightly. "You don't mind publishing under another name?"

"Not at all," she said.

"I'm proud of you," Tom said, kissing the back of her head.

She added, "you deserve as much credit as I do! You helped write a
lot and... got me in touch with a publisher."

"You gonna write another book?" he asked.

"If this one does well," Rouge promised, "WE will write a sequel.
You're quite talented, you know that? The nuances of a romance novel
aren't easy to understand but you had no problems writing the
style!"

Curious, Tom inquired, "do those books always have sex in them?"

She smiled. "Only the good ones."

"Tomorrow... tomorrow I have a great day planned for us." Tom waited
for her response.

"But you already gave me the best anniversary gift imaginable!"

"No no," he said, "our anniversary is tomorrow."

Turning to face him, she ran a finger under her love's chin. "Doesn't
mean we can't celebrate a bit early!"

Slowly kissing him, Rouge ran her hands down his chest, unbuttoning
his shirt. Instinctively, Tom undid her blouse, a hand under her
skirt. Before they could get into it, she stopped him. "Wait, Tom.
Can you indulge my interests? I have something I wanna try..." He
said nothing, merely allowing her to lead him to the floor, where
he sat against the bed.

Stepping to the vanity where Rouge kept all her makeup, she grabbed
a small framed mirror. Placing it on the floor in front of him,
she checked the positioning. "Should be perfect... now. Tom..."
Unfolding her husband's shirt, Rouge allowed him to pull off the
blouse, tugging her bra down to let the nipples out. Leaning down
to unzip his pants, she stuck a hand in. "Almost there," the bat
noted, feeling his cock getting harder.

Rouge's skirt fell to the floor, kicked away. Tom grabbed her
panties by the crotch, finger hooked in to brush against the
wetness, tugging them to the floor. His finger felt through the
small patch of pubic hair, a neat spot of white fuzz she kept cut
into a heart shape. Something secret for her lover. Tom hoisted
up, allowing her to pull his pants and underwear down.

"What's the mirror for?" he asked.

She turned back to him, flattening her wings out, and said, "let me
show you." Dropping to her knees, Rouge pressed against Tom, guiding
him inside with both hands, using the mirror to watch. She was
curious what it looked like, his penis in her during sex. She began
to groan as he started rocking, slowly thrusting only slightly to
get her in the mood.

Rouge's eyes remained fixed on the mirror. She watched him slide
in and out, pace quickening, as she leaked sexual fluids down into
his balls. Those impressed her, gently bouncing in rhythm. Her
pussy was stretched to take him, clit poking out. She was on display
and served as her own voyeur to the action. Tom didn't peek out,
instead kissing the back of her head as he fondled and pinched the
nipples.

Rouge couldn't help herself. Making love like this, watching the
action on the mirror, it was too much. Her clit was on fire. The bat
reached orgasm, small squirts firing out, some hitting the mirror.
She screamed in pleasure as Tom continued working her, still
unfinished.

"Ready?" he asked. That was his word that he was about to explode.
Rouge could feel it, a second orgasm near, but it was too soon. He'd
cum before she got close enough. Without question, Tom's hand shot
down, fingers flat and rubbing on her open clit furiously. She was
soaking wet, her pubes moist and matted, clitoris burning as he
rubbed, direct pressure that was barely too much.

Tom came, small globs of his jizz leaking out as she rocked to the
second orgasm, squirting so hard the mirror was soaked, obscuring
a clear view. Not that Rouge could see it, her eyes clamped shut
as she cried out in pleasure. Thomas' hand was clamped on her left
breast, fingers straining to move. It was an involuntary grab, but
Rouge didn't mind. No doubt the muscles inside her own vagina were
squeezing on his dick even harder.

The couple caught their breath. Tom, running his clean hand through
her fur spikes, commented, "you usually don't get off before me.
That mirror turn you on?" Rising up enough to turn around, she faced
him, taking care to mount him proper. She took his right hand, their
wedding rings making contact. The same rings that hadn't left their
fingers since their wedding day. The bat was ambidextrous, but
Tom being right-handed, she wore it on the left. It let them hold
hands proper when facing one another.

Briefly, Rouge considered explaining how the combination of what
she saw, plus the angle of entry grindind her g-spot acted to bring
her off faster. Instead she merely said, "I love you, Tom."

Kissing her, the young man simply responded, "always and forever."
They began making out slowly. Sex play was over. It was time to do
this right. Be romantic and slow.


Tom gathered the plates from the table. Rouge collected the dinner
cups and wiped the table off. Shiny and clean. The couple carried
their dinner leftovers into the kitchen. Turning on the faucets,
Thomas grabbed the dish soap. "I can do that," she offered, grabbing
a clean dish cloth.

"YOU doing the dishes?"

She grew pouty. "I can do dishes... fine, so I've never done them
since we met. Big deal. Please, let me?" She looked up at him with
a false sad look.

"Okay. I'm gonna go do some other things then. Living room, five
minutes?"

"I'm not missing cuddle time, Tom!" Rouge said, grabbing the rubber
cleaning gloves.

In the study, Tom grabbed the phone and dialed. "Knuckles... is it
ready?"

"Yes. Sonic, Amy, Tails, me and Karen, Herbert and Clara will
definitely be there. I told Shadow to be there or else!" the echidna
answered.

Tom asked, "and the robot?" E-123 Omega didn't understand any of
this, but Rouge had a sympathetic spot for the machine.

Knuckles explained, "GUN said they gave Omega orders. He should show
up."

Eggman was right out. The scientist didn't attend their wedding. Not
the social type with his old foes. "Think you can behave yourself
around her?"

"Yeah," Knuckles said, "Karen said if I got into a fight with your
wife, she'd make sure I died lonely." Knuckles took care not to use
Rouge's name. The past was over.

"This had better go smoothly," Tom made clear, "it took a lot of
work to get that restaurant closed off for a private party. It's
costing me a fortune. I want her anniversary party to go well! I'm
putting a LOT of trust into you, so don't mess this up!"

Knuckles knew that if this was a screw-up, he'd be the one taking
the blame. "I told everyone to dress well and be on their best
behavior! I.. I won't let you down." Tom placed the receiver down.
The phone had to be far enough away from the kitchen for Rouge not to
hear the call. Entering the living room, he sat on the couch, waiting.

The bat snuck up from behind, leaping over the couch. He lost wind
as she landed. "Hey, come on..."

"Sorry! Got carried away!" she apologized, curling up tight against
him.

He asked, "wanna watch TV?"

"Not really," she replied, eyes closed.

He simply said, "me neither."