Secret Affair

Author’s Note: Both Kawaii Sonikku and myself are quite pleased to see that the first chapter of this story has received a warm reception. And while this story will focus a lot on the situations already established in the first chapter, it will have the bits and pieces that make a lemon a lemon, which is quite evident in this chapter.

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Also, a slight note: The characters are at least 7 years older than their videogame counterparts:

Amy – 19

Sonic -22

Knuckles – 23

Rouge-25

Cream-13

Tails- 15

Shadow- ?

Amy Rose, Sonic the Hedgehog, Knuckles the Echidna, Rouge the Bat, Cream the Rabbit, Cheese the Chao, Vanilla the Rabbit, Shadow the Hedgehog, and any other characters from the games are copyright of Sega Enterprises/Sonic Team.

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(Sonic’s POV)

Damnit. Why isn’t she picking up?

I continue to re-dial Amy’s home phone number. And continue to get nothing. Nothing but the sound of the dial tone and her answering machine message coming on.

I swear…I’ve heard her machine message so many times in the past week that I have it memorized to a fault:

A soft and sweet giggle can be heard as the machine goes on. “Hi! You have reached the loft of Amy Rose. I’m sorry I can’t be here to talk to you right now, but if you leave a message, I’ll get back to you soon...especially if you’re my Sonikku!”

I give up and end the call on my mobile phone. She always insisted on me having one of these things so she could keep tabs on me, since my job prevents me from having a sit down conversation with anyone for more than 5 minutes. Have a damn good mind to throw the blasted contraption in the trash – I’ve heard those things can give you cancer, and at my age, I’m not looking to slow down for stuff like that any time soon.

But I reluctantly place it back in the pocket of my jacket as I sit down for a moment to think. Amy wouldn’t just ignore my calls like this unless she was out or in trouble. And I opt for the latter; something has to be wrong.

Seriously wrong.

But I quickly dismiss the thought. If she were in the usual type of trouble, she would have been held captive by Eggman as a means to lure me out. He knows I have a sense of responsibility to protect people whenever they’re in danger, so it works out for him…

Doesn’t work out for me in the sense that keeping her in particular draws a more personal sense of the responsibility to me…

I’ve known Amy for ages – in fact, she’s the first true friend I made, even meeting her before my good buddy Tails. She helped me out in that first scrap I had with Metal Sonic, some cheap robotic knockoff Eggman had made to try and defeat me. She also knew a lot about these things known as the Time Stones, something that the doctor was trying to acquire so he could make the world his own little playground.

She was a great help overall. But because of me, she ended up in the middle of the fight when that metal trash can captured and held her hostage for a final showdown. Thankfully, I won and saved her...

..And she’s been after me ever since.

At first, I thought her constant devotion to me was unbearable. Hell, intolerable, to the point where I was always running away the moment she looked in my direction. I never really was too interested in that type of attention; I’m usually too busy fighting or speeding around to take real notice of the opposite sex.

If anything, I usually only noticed the real crazy fanatics who are looking for my attention...the type who are obsessed about someone in the spotlight. But who also wouldn’t give a damn if I was just an average someone…

I’ve had girls practically beg me to get into bed with them because of who I am and what I do. Even had a few of them try to follow me home and show me just how ‘grateful’ they truly are. Generally a lot of them are wild girls, but I’m just not interested in that type of thing. Sort of a put off to know that they’ve had x amount of male genitalia in them before they decided on me…

Amy had always been a bit headstrong in her pursuit of me, but never to the point of it becoming stalker-esque. She definitely had respect for my privacy and space, and knowing that made it a lot easier to have more tolerance for her with the many other adventures we had taken over the years…

I’ll even go on to say that she’s grown out of it; when we meet up on the street nowadays, she’ll give me a little hug and ask me how I’m doing, or even invite me back to her place for a good meal. Maybe even vocalize her feelings for me, but not as strongly as she had before. A ‘I love you!’ might now go for as ‘I hope to see you again soon’.

She’s become so easy to be around in the past few years that it’s a shock that I can still be talking about her in the same nagging light with the others.

“She’s annoying”, I might state to Tails.

“She’s a pain”, I might happen to mention to Knuckles.

“If you think she’s sweet, you can have her”, I yell to Shadow.

And here I am now, at home, not having anything else on my mind at the moment except to call her up.

Pathetic, yes?

Maybe. But I’m also a bit concerned as well. If something is wrong, Amy never hesitates to let you know. Not once. I even have the bruises inflicted by her infamous Piko Piko Hammer to prove it. She’ll always let you know if she’s happy or sad, or just downright mad.

And if that’s the case, she should have been able to tell me what is bugging her right now. I’m pretty sure that whatever it is, I can handle it…

My ringtone sounds off as my phone receives an incoming call.

It’s her.

I quickly flick the phone open and ramble about what’s going on with her. On her end, all I hear is silence.

Then this, which sent a chill down my spine:

She’s crying on the other end.

I abruptly stop talking about whatever it was I had been thinking about and start asking whether she was alright, and apologize if I had upset her.

More crying and a little hiccup can be heard from her. Sound like she’d been crying for a good while before she called me back…

I continue to apologize, and even put in that whatever she’s going through right now should be alright because I’ll be there for her.

And that just set her off. She started lamenting about how she didn’t want me to be around or save her for a good 3 minutes before going back to crying once more, and ending the conversation with somewhat of an apology/explanation:

I’m...so so sorry, Sonikku. I just...need to be alone for a bit right now. I just need some time to think about some things…like us…by myself before I talk to you again.

I just…I dunno. I’ll let you know about it with time.

I just have to go now. Take care of yourself, okay?

Click. She hung up on me. I place the phone back in its holder and into my pocket once more as I try to piece together what she had said.

She needs time alone? Thinking about us?

What the hell is going on?

I’m quite confused about what could possibly be so upsetting to her that she couldn’t tell me. I mean, we’ve been telling each other everything for the past couple of months now. We’ve gotten so close…

My mind begins to wander back to that fateful event about 6 months ago. Was having it out with Eggman on a busy street in South Island when his tank backed up and killed a little kid. I did what I could to get to him, but it just wasn’t enough. Still blame myself for it at times, even though Amy has made me realize that regretting it will make it difficult to get my job done.

Still remember how our other friends were when they heard about what happened. Tails was trying to say something comforting, but he just couldn’t find the right words. He also was a bit busy tinkering away on the Tornado 2…

Vanilla and Cream tried to convince me that it was Eggman’s fault for the whole thing, but it only just succeeded in making me blame myself more. I’m just as much to blame for the death as he is.

Knuckles and Rouge? Let’s just say those two both like to bring it up as a fault of mine whenever I don’t see eye to eye with either of them. It irritates me whenever they state nonchalantly “at least I never got a kid killed’, to my face before going about their business. They’ll probably never let me here the end of that.

Shadow is probably the only one besides Amy who truly cut me some slack concerning the matter. Seeing as how he lost Maria in a similar situation, he’s more empathetic concerning the whole thing. Even told me that I had to try and find peace within myself to move on. And it’s true – before he obtained piece of mind, he was hell bent on destruction and inflicting misery on himself and those around him…

As for the rest of the world? They were pretty much blaming me and hanging all responsibility over my head - completely ignored the fact that I tried to go and get the kid when there was still a chance. Any prior actions in which I had saved others or the world were dismissed in their minds, as I was now a murderer for the one life I couldn’t save…

It was definitely a wake-up call; I’m not as fast or invincible as I look. I could and can make mistakes just as bad or unexpected as the next person.

It was also the start of something wonderful. I finally let myself go into the feelings that had been floating around inside of me for Amy for quite some time now. In the past couple of years she’d gone from annoyance to close friend and confidant.

And now this. Being told that making love to her…being with her was a mistake?

I’m just so confused…

I won’t lie and say that I think she’s wrong. In the beginning, I had serious doubts as to whether it was a good thing to be with her in that light. We’d been friends for so long – I couldn’t imagine just sleeping with her that one night and leaving it at that. She’s too good to be put through something like that; would have at least liked to take her out on a date or two, or dated a bit before we got caught up in it..

But the more I think about it, the more I realize that night we first made love was probably one of the best nights in my entire life. I went from doubting myself to being connected both emotionally and physically to a person who had a great amount of love and respect for me…and vice versa.

Sad to think that such a tragedy had something so wonderful coming out of it. But, it also gives me one of the best examples of Amy’s character to date:

It was about 5 or 6 days after that kid was killed. I was still feeling pretty guilty and responsible, but fortunately for me, Amy was there to comfort me. She suggested trying to go to the kid’s wake so that I might have the beginnings to a sense of closure over the whole thing. She also insisted on going with me for moral support; she respectfully decked herself out in black attire, as she also advised me to do as well.

“Sometimes…colors can say more than words” she told me.

What happened when we got there was anything but comforting.

We had arrived at the South Island Funeral Home shortly after noon. Never been to a funeral before, so I was taken back by the dozens of people there, weeping and gathered around a small white casket. I also can make out one person draped over the tiny coffin, whose crying is amplified above any of the gathered crowd.

The kid’s mother. She’s held me accountable for the death, and gave me a good slap across the face after it all happened. Her words still haunt me…

“He was all I had left! Why couldn’t you save him?”

“You took my baby away from me!”

“I hope you burn in hell for what you’ve done…”

Pretty harsh words, but justified all the same. I could have at least checked for bystanders one or two more times at least…

I want to say something to her…to everyone there to say their farewells to this kid. But Amy tugs at my arm and motions for me to remain silent. She’s a bit shaken by the scene herself; tears look as if they’re going to fall, but are being held back out of sheer determination.

Can tell she’s trying to be strong for me…

We continue through the crowd and towards the coffin, where we each place a white rose on upon the tiny casket. We turn around to leave when someone in the crowd recognizes me and starts up with a ‘MURDERER’ chant, to which others follow. That grabs the attention of the kid’s mother, as she looks up towards me with tears in her eyes, her gaze quickly turning from sorrow to rage.

“You!” she shouted. She starts to make her way towards Amy and myself, all the while getting angrier. “How DARE you…of all beings show up at a time when I’m saying my final goodbye?”

By this time, we’re face to face. I figured a confrontation like that was coming, so I stand there and let her finish what she had to say.

“You took my baby away from me. He was all I had, and he meant the world to me. I’m all alone now because you couldn’t save him...

I can’t even hug or hold his body because of what happened. His face is distorted, and every bone in his body was broken…

No one here can see his face outside of the picture in front of his casket.

He looks unrecognizable because of what happened…”

I know that Amy told me that words at a time like this could make it worse before it got better, but I managed to muster out a simple apology to her.

She wasn’t having any of it. Next thing I knew, she was charging at me, screaming ‘murderer’ just like all the rest were still doing. I simply closed my eyes and waited for her to get on with whatever form of assault she was planning upon me, as I fully knew that it was something I deserved.

I stood there awaiting the confirmation of a stinging slap to my face, when I felt another mass come in front of me and make a small squeak noise before taking a little step back into me. I opened my eyes to see Amy standing there, a little flustered with a visibly red handprint on her left cheek. She had jumped in between myself and the grieving mother and received the slap that was so rightfully mine.

The kid’s mother stood there for a moment, a bit shocked that her slap hadn’t properly registered with me like she had intended it to. Amy just stood there, looking to her with a sympathetic gaze, all the while with her arms stretched out as if to protect me from another attack. She was probably right to do that, as the kid’s mother went and tried to slap me again, but once more ended up striking Amy.

There must have been a few minutes worth of slapping and hitting, because Amy just stood there taking it all…before finally catching a fist and turning it into an embrace.

“I know…we’re both sorry” she said to her comfortingly. She gently rocked her back and forth in her arms. “He would be sad if he saw you like this…take care of yourself… for him.”

I had never seen Amy take a slap or beating without retaliating in some way before. And here she was, hugging and trying to comfort someone who had just given her a barrage of pain on my behalf.

She finally managed to calm her down before we left and went back to her place. The moment we stepped inside her apartment, I gave her the biggest hug I could muster before saying the following:

“Why did you do that?” I asked curiously.

“I didn’t want her or anyone else there to make you feel any more guilty about what happened than you already are”, she said softly. She turned around in my arms to gaze directly into my eyes.

“You did what you could, and that’s all anyone can ever ask. You make mistakes just like everyone else, including myself, and I hope that by you being there, and even apologizing today in person that others realize that you’re not perfect.

Everyone has their shortcomings, and they can’t keep holding you to an impossible standard that you can’t fit.” She pulls me in for a soft kiss, before whispering in my ear:

“They need to learn to believe in you again…like I do…

..And you also need to learn how to believe in yourself again...”

And then came the kiss. A soft, sensual kiss that eventually became deeper each moment our lips were entwined with one another. I quickly found myself desiring a deeper connection, as my hands eventually found their way to her sides, rewarding me with a gentle sigh from her as they massaged and rubbed their way down her body.

My hands are briefly interrupted from their exploration as she breaks off our kiss and motions for us to move – we were still located by the entrance when we had started. I don’t want to move too far, so I swiftly scoop her up in my arms and move to the kitchen table, carefully sitting her on top of it before we continue.

This time, I bring her in for a longing and meaningful kiss of my own as my hands go back to giving her body a gentle massage. She wraps her arms around my shoulders as our kiss continues, our tongues holding a battle between one another, lashing and looping against themselves as if to display just how much we longed to be connected with one another once more…

With each lash my tongue delivers to hers; I can steadily feel the passion arising between my legs. The fact that I’m wearing a black suit with pants intensifies the feeling, making the longing for our union stronger. It aches to be let out, unleashed and shared with the one person I wish to be connected with…

…her.

At this realization, I let my guard down and allow her tongue to be victorious over mine. We both break off from our prolonged kiss, panting, staring deep into the other’s eyes for confirmation - she wanted me, and I her. There was no one else at that moment that we envisioned ourselves being with…

She pulls me in for another kiss, a very soft one this time as her hands start to idly wander down my chest. She begins to loosen the black tie around my neck as my hands wander once again to her sides, finding their way to the top of her dress in front and unlatching the four or five buttons located on the front of her dress. From the opening, I can see a black lace bra and the hint of matching black lace panties as her chest rises and falls with each anticipating breath she takes.

As I earnestly pull down the top of her dress a bit to expose her bra, she’s managed to undo my tie and start on my shirt with one hand. She opens each button on my shirt as she delivers a series of soft nibbles and kisses up and down my neck. Her other hand has managed to find its way down to my trousers, playfully rubbing away at the growing passion building up inside of me.

She finally manages to undo my belt buckle and pants, as they drop to the floor without much protest on my part. My erection is now out and free to achieve the connection it so earnestly desires…but can wait just a while longer. I manage to pull down the cup on her black bra containing her left breast, and catch the rosy nipple in my mouth, my tongue lashing at it hungrily. She elicits a small moan as I do so, which encourages me to use one hand to remove the other entrapped breast as my other hand reaches underneath her dress to remove her lace panties.

I spread her legs as her panties slowly fall beside my lowered pants on the floor. I pick my head up from her breast to once again look into those lovely emerald eyes of hers. There’s a small pause before she finally nods her agreement for my entrance.

I position myself in front of her flower as I prepare to make my entrance, being mindful of our first time a few nights before. Our lovemaking had been so spontaneous, unexpected, that our first time together had resulted in a rather painful entrance on Amy’s account. She relayed to me that she was still sore, so I took extra care to enter in as gently as I could. I used one hand to guide myself into her as the other playfully tweaked at her breasts to distract her from the possible soreness.

I’m half way inside when I pause for a moment to check with her. She nods again to continue, and insists that it’s just a bit sore at the moment, but will get better in a bit. With that, I place the rest of myself inside before pausing once more, only this time for myself to adjust to the complete connection.

At first, we just stay like that for a moment or so, adjusting to being entwined to each other. Her taking my length and size, and myself eagerly adjusting to and enjoying the throbbing of her inner walls and warmth. I only begin to buck my hips into her when she smiles while tightening herself all around me. I grab a hold of her hips – then her legs as I start to build momentum due to the passion awaiting release from within me.

From that point, all I’m seeing are stars, as I can’t manage to think of anything else except what we’re doing, or anyone else except for her. Between the grunts and moans of ecstasy we both exchange, we also manage to murmur and howl the other’s name…

I’m bucking my hips like a wild man as I almost reach my climax, but I want it to go out with a bang. I lift the both of us off her kitchen table and move, eventually pinning her back into the front of her refrigerator door. I grunt and moan amidst a series of powerful and longing thrusts before I finally release my essence inside of her with a powerful shouting of her name…

We both collapse onto the floor in each other’s arms, a mixture of passion and sweat following us the whole way through. She delivers a loving kiss to my cheek. I also return one to her before commenting about eating off our ‘love’ table.

I also believe that was the day I made her swear not to tell anyone about us – after that kid was killed on my account, I’d hate to see something similar happen to her because the extent of our relationship had been made public.

Not that I wouldn’t go public, but at the time, and this current moment, I don’t feel like risking it. So it’s a secret between the two of us…

If anything, we’d eventually go public…

I snap out of my reminiscing and wander back to the situation at hand. Amy doesn’t want to speak or be around me for awhile. And for what reason, I don’t know…

But maybe there’s someone who could help me figure it out.

I pull my mobile out once more and dial up a different number. It rings for a few seconds before someone picks up on the other line.

“Hello?”

“Hey Rouge. This is Sonic. How’s it going?”

“Fine I guess…”

“Um hey, I have a bit of a favor to ask. I need to talk to female about something female-related. Do you have time today?”

“Not today Sonic. I’m busy…searching through my jewel catalogue.”

“How does Friday from now sound?”

“Okay then. That’s alright. Meet me at the Mystic Ruin Bar and Grille at 9 that night.”

“Okay. Thanks. See you then.”

Click. He closed his phone and put it back. What the hell was he thinking by calling Rouge, asking her for advice?

Well, for one, she’s pretty experienced relationship wise, even if it’s more physical than emotional…though she probably tries not to let on as much as she’s willing to show.

Plus, anyone else wouldn’t really know what to do. Vanilla hadn’t had anyone since Cream’s father died, and Cream was just only beginning to be interested in the opposite sex herself, so that didn’t help.

Rouge was his only option for finding advice at the moment, and he had to take it.

I hope that something she’ll say will help me figure out this mess between Amy and myself…

And that’s the end of this chapter folks. Hope you don’t mind long, description heavy chapters – it’s a part of my writing style, and I tried to snip and clip what I felt wasn’t needed. I also tried to do the lemon scene getting into a heavy description of genitalia – it really irks me when I read some adult orientated stories that have at least a page and a half going on about how long and wide the male’s penis was, or how big his partner’s nipples were.

Next chapter involves Amy meeting with her obstetrician, Dr. Sara Rai (an original character of mine modified for this story) and running into Sonic on her way home from her first OB/GYN appointment concerning the baby…causing complications to arise.

Stay tuned.