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Fun fun kidnabat date time

Who: Knuckles and Rouge
What: A second date (or the closest thing to a date in this hellhole).
Where: On the roof of the mansion.
When: [Soon after their first date, whenever that was]
Warnings: NSFW - sexytiems

Rouge was getting antsy. She hadn't been able to stop thinking about Knuckles since they parted ways practically suffocating in hormones. She really liked what they talked about at that carnival, what they did together. She wanted more. Much more. They had agreed to meet up there on the roof sometime in the afternoon, so rather than play it casual and show up fashionably late, she perched herself up top immediately after noon in case he showed up early. Their date couldn't come soon enough for her.

She tapped her knee restlessly. She knew things would probably change between them, but she didn't care. Even if their friendship was demolished, she knew she wouldn't be able to live with herself if she didn't see this thing through. And she hadn't been with someone who seemed to care about her that much in such a long time... or if anyone had cared about her that much ever...

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Knuckles hadn't been able to stop thinking about her since they parted company in the carnival, and how much he wanted to see her again. It was all he could think about, while he ate, while he trained, and it was only regular cold showers that kept him from bursting then and there. What was happening to him? He never even thought of women as a priority for him ever before. Rouge had incredible power over him, he quickly realized, and he didn't exactly dislike that fact.

He suggested a surprise date up on the roof of the mansion. If they were going to give this dating thing a try, he wanted to do his best. There wasn't really much to really do in a place like this, unfortunately. But that wasn't going to stop HIM. He grabbed some food in a basket, and grabbed a blanket. He even tried to dress up nicely for her! Though that part didn't quite go as well as he wanted. A pair of slacks and a nice button up shirt seemed casual enough for a date with a classy woman like Rouge, but the shirt didn't exactly last very long. One flex and the sleeves exploded on him. It was too late to do anything about it now, so he was certainly a sight to behold when he arrived, climbing up the side of the mansion to get to the roof, basket slung over one arm, blanket over the other, and not a sleeve in sight to hide his muscular arms.

Truth be told, he was surprised to see her already there waiting for him. He hoped to have a couple of minutes to set up before she got there, but as he heaved himself up on to the rooftop, he just smiled at the sight of her. He couldn't help it. He was just so happy to see her there... "Rouge! There you are! I, uh... I hope a picnic is good with you!" he said, setting down the basket and flicking the blanket out to give them a space to sit comfortably, trying not to stare at her. Sweet Chaos was she gorgeous.

"The gallant hero returns," Rouge said, still facing straight ahead. "A picnic? How roma-- HRK!!" As she turned to him, the sight of him took her completely by surprise. What a sight to behold: burly, romantically-naive Knux with an awkward but sexy torn shirt, blanket, and picnic basket. He looked like a guy who wasn't sure if he was going out with an attractive woman or babysitting a 5-year-old kid, so he just came prepared for both scenarios. Silly imagery or not, he was just as attractive to her as he was when they last saw each other. And the picnic idea was pretty thoughtful...

"H-how romantic," she sputtered, trying to maintain her cool and wishing her face would stop burning. "No one's ever made me a picnic before. You must think I'm a pretty 'swell gal.'"

She breezily sat down on the blanket. Even the act of stepping two feet closer to him made her heart flutter. He was so cute with those muscles and... those muscles. Dem muscles, doe... She wanted to squeeze them, maybe be enveloped in them. Yes, that'd make her very happy.

She was so busy fantasizing, she didn't even notice her nose start to bleed.

"Well I've never made a picnic for someone before, so I guess we're even," he replied, trying to lighten the mood, laughing awkwardly, but glad to see he wasn't rebuffed out of hand. So far so good.

He sat down on the blanket next to her, and set the basket down next to the blanket. When he looked back up at her, he froze on the spot. He was a lot closer to her now than before, and somehow, against all odds, his heart started thumping even harder in his chest. He wanted to pull her into his arms and never let go, but he resisted the urge as best he could. He was sure he was blushing hard too. Was this what love felt like...?

"...Ah!" He noticed the nosebleed, and quickly reacted. He placed his hand against her forehead, leaning in closer to her. "Are you feeling okay? Are you sick?" he asked, filled with concern for his fledgling girlfriend.

"Hmm?" Rouge looked baffled for a moment. She wasn't aware of her bleeding face, and her realization of it was delayed by the rush she felt when he touched her. He seemed so concerned and affectionate and... comfortable around her. Is her face, on fire or is it just her? ..Oh, there bleeded her nose.

"No, I'm fine. I just... *ahem*..." She pulled away and wiped her nose on her upper arm. Turning back to him, she grinned confidently, trying to hide her embarrassment. Ugh, could she BE more obvious? She hoped not. She didn't like not having an air of control over the situation. But it just seemed so easy around him, as if she knew he wouldn't make fun of her or embarrass her if she couldn't keep her cool like so many others did long ago. He'd been the only one who was more attracted to her with her guard down rather than when she was being overly flirtatious.

"The air is dry, that's all. So," she turned to lay on her side, facing the picnic basket. "What kind of goodies did you bring me, handsome?"

Knuckles was silent for a moment, until he remembered to think again. "...Oh! Right! Picnic. I, uh, made some sandwiches," he said, opening the basket and pulling out a couple of bagged sandwiches. "I tried to guess what you'd like, I didn't really know... I have some fruit, some water..."

As he set it out, he looked her over again. She was so lovely... She recovered from the nosebleed pretty quickly, and he hoped that wasn't a sign she was ill. Because he froze up again, as the only thought running through his head was how much he really wanted to kiss her. "You have gorgeous eyes," he muttered without even thinking. "...Wait, what did I say?"

Okay, now Rouge was SURE her blush was apparent. She had longed to be this close to him for what seemed like ages, and now that she was finally there, she realized she was horribly unsatisfied. She wanted to be closer. So much closer. To pick up where they left off in that tunnel. To open herself up to that kind of affection again. To show him how much she wanted him and reward him for wanting her, also. To make him as flustered, as riled up, and as adored as he made her.

Dumbfounded, she didn't respond immediately. She simply blinked and stared into his gorgeous purple eyes. There were so many feelings, but no words.

To her surprise, she didn't lunge forward and kiss him. The urge was there, but it was different this time. She was feeling a mixture of burning desire and hesitation. Without knowing why exactly, she merely leaned forward slowly and parted her lips, inviting his to mirror her intent.

That reaction was-- Oh. OH... Knuckles' eyes widened at her gesture, Their close proximity was making his heart race. He thought back to the tunnel of love, and how much he wished he could have continued there. Kissing her was the greatest feeling of his life, after all. Seeing her invite him in again... How could he refuse?

Without even realizing it, he closed the distance between them, tilting his head and coming in to press his lips against hers. His eyes drifted closed as he kissed her, lifting his strong arms around her and holding her tightly in them. Yup, it felt just as good this time as it did before, as if it were just where he belonged.

Rouge was practically ablaze when he kissed and embraced her. It was different this time. She was still very much attracted to him, but doing things in a more controlled, mutual manner left her feeling more... comfortable with the situation somehow, as if him having more of a say in the matter solidified the notion that he liked her as much as she liked him. It was quite a willing thing this time on his part, and if she'd been in her right mind, she probably would have been very anxious about his reaction. She was putting herself in the most vulnerable situation she'd been in in a while, and if he reacted poorly, she would've taken it poorly. Soul-crushingly poorly, she realized.

Through all her mulling, he was still kissing her. He wasn't having regrets or pulling away. Now she was sure it was his decision to do this and not a reaction to her prodding and pushing. She never would have thought she could be more enamored with someone, but there she was.

She responded by leaning more into the kiss and touching his cheek tenderly, both as a subtle signal for him to keep at it and as a way to show the genuine affection she had for him at that moment. Affection, gratitude, and trust, even. It was wonderful.

Knuckles hugged her tightly around the middle, the picnic basket all but forgotten as he embraced her. His kiss didn't lighten up, and it felt as if his body was on autopilot. He wanted this so much it hurt. He was so worried he'd screw up, or that he wouldn't know what to do when the moment came, and somewhere in the back of his mind he was terrified of making a mistake at this moment. But this was different from that time in the tunnel. He knew he wanted this too. There wasn't a bit of hesitation in his actions. He may have worried about what would have happened if they had continued what happened on the boat, but now that seemed to be the farthest thing from his mind.

Almost unconsciously, he lifted her and laid her back on the blanket, moving over her, never breaking that kiss.

Rouge felt the urge to comment on how surprisingly proactive he was being, but she couldn't bear the thought of stopping to say it. Not only was she surprised with him---she was impressed. And she liked it. Relinquishing that kind of control and being rewarded for it was an unfamiliar but amazing feeling, and she relished it greatly.

"Mmm," she moaned quietly, growing increasingly more aroused the more contact they made. She wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him closer and crooked her leg to rub his thigh. Her instincts were telling her to get on with it, but she was hesitant to fall into her old routines. She didn't want her first sexual encounter with him to be routine. Not in the slightest. So, slow and steady it was.

Knuckles only parted their lips when he needed to catch his breath for a moment, and in that moment he looked so different. His eyes... They could best be described as intense. He stared down at her for a few long moments, eyes locked on hers. "..." He looked like he tried to find words to say, and he struggled with it. He wanted to tell her so many things, and tried to find a way to say it, but nothing felt right. He gave up. He wasn't good with words. He was much better with actions.

Giving a low grunt, he leaned forward again and kissed her lips. Then her cheek, and down to her neck, taking his time and lingering along the way. As he did, his hands moved to her legs, trailing up her thighs, over her hips and up her sides, as if he were trying to commit her every curve to memory.

Those were some good actions, Knux.

Rouge bit her lip as moaned he worked his magic. He was doing a perfect job of working her up and keeping her grounded at the same time. She would think he had done this before judging by how he seemed to know all the right things to do so far, but she chalked it up to great instincts. Maybe he was tapping into some undiscovered talent for lovemaking. Lucky her!

She still had the urge to pounce on him and get to the good stuff, but this was good stuff, too, she was finding. So, curious to see what he'd do next, she ran her fingers through his dreadlocks and awaited the return of his lips to hers.

Not bad for a guy working solely on instinct, if he did say so himself. So far so good, she wasn't pushing him off or telling him he was messing up. The fear was still there, but he did his best to swallow it or ignore it. Which was easy when his brain wasn't exactly the one in the driver's seat at the moment.

She would have to wait a little while longer, as he kissed his way to her collar, a strong hand worked its way behind her and up the small of her back between her wings. There, it found the zipper that bound her outfit, and carefully lowered it slowly. Perhaps there was something in him that still wanted to give her a chance to stop him, as much as he didn't think she wanted to stop, and as much as he really didn't want to. As the zipper went down, his other hand slipped his fingers into the top of her heart-shaped bustier, and drew it down to bare her to him.

Rouge was suddenly very aware of how chilly it was. Not horrible by any means, but enough to make her aware of how erect her nipples were. It didn't help that she was almost painfully aroused at that moment. She wasn't sure why that made her so uneasy. Was it because of how honest her body was being? There was nothing she could say to escape the situation and save face if she wanted to. ..Not as she would typically want to. She was beginning to understand how at ease she felt with him and how good it would feel if she'd just stop expecting awkward things to happen, to just trust him to do what felt right, and trust herself to do what felt right for the right reasons, too. So, since she was finally getting used to having her guard down, she started acting on her own impulses.

As he removed her top, she walked her fingers up his chest and slowly worked her way down his shirt, releasing each button as she went. Looking upon his bare chest, she hadn't realized how much muscle he'd put on since she'd found him again after all those months apart. It just made him even more attractive to her. While she leaned up to kiss him again, she pushed his (almost non-existent) sleeves down his burly arms, helping to remove his shirt. She was longing to feel him against her again, but one step at a time...

Knuckles gulped hard but quietly when he finally got his first look at her like this. She was definitely as eager as he was, that much was clear. He lifted a strong hand to her chest, cupping a breast and squeezing it carefully. He was very strong, and he didn't want to hurt her, but at the same time he desperately wanted to get his hands on her. She felt so warm and soft to the touch...

He had to stop when she removed his shirt, or rather what was left of it. He shrugged his shoulders to help get them off. He had really bulked up in the time since he'd last seen her, and it showed. He loomed over her, looking down at her with heated eyes, and leaned in to kiss her lips again. This was everything he hoped it would be...

Rouge met his kiss eagerly, breathing in deeply as she tasted his lips once again. She was finally starting to get used to the idea that she and Knuckles would be getting intimate for the first time. She felt her confidence returning--the comfort in knowing she was safe with him and the knowledge that she actually knew what she was doing.

Though she was usually the one to take charge, she still wanted to let him go at his own pace, so her arsenal was rather useless at that moment. Still, she had no qualms tracing the edges of his body and making her way down to his fly, unzipping it gently. She could feel the pressure of his arousal through his trousers, and it only made her more excited. She broke the kiss to gauge his reaction, to search for any traces of regret or hesitation. Was he still okay with this?

If there was any doubt in her mind that he was okay with this, what unfurled from his trousers when she unzipped them should have crushed them on the quick fast. His face reddened as she did that, and he stared down at her breathlessly, hoping she would judge him worthy. He didn't really know how he stacked up against other guys. But it was safe to say he was very well gifted down below, hot and erect for her. Like her, he was so turned on it hurt. He couldn't bring himself to say anything, but he didn't pull away from her. He looked for some sign of approval from her.

The fact that he didn't pull away or deflate like a balloon was encouraging. Rouge smirked lightly as she eased his pants down as far as she could reach from her position. It was hot and flattering at the same time. Man, she could sure get him riled up. Without breaking eye contact, she began stroking the length of his member, adding a minor twist in her wrist for extra stimulation, all the while shrugging her shoulders so her upper arms squeezed her supple breasts closer together for maximum cleavage.

She wondered how much he was enjoying himself. Obviously, he was enjoying himself, but she wondered how she fared compared to what he was expecting.

The look on his face said it all. He was absolutely enjoying himself. The look of her down below him was breathtaking, and feeling her hands on him was even more so. His face matched his fur, bright red. He'd never had anyone do that to him before, and it showed.

Okay. He took a deep breath to steady himself. He wasn't going to screw this up. Here goes...

~FADE TO BLACK~

Edited 2016-09-04 16:40 (UTC)

Rouge reached down to stroke his length but found only a tiny mound under his pants. His erection wound up being deceptively small and no bigger than a baby carrot.

Oh, god. He's so small. She'd never had it so small before. How would she break it to him? Could she live with herself if she broke his heart and clearly fragile ego? No, she couldn't live with herself, so she attempted to hide her epic disappointment with a nervous grin. To keep up the illusion of arousal, she kept working with it, grasping it between her thumb and forefinger and working it up and down. Oh, Knux. No wonder you walk around without clothes all the time and nobody ever notices your package.

Rouge discovered a tragic lesson that day.

They call Shadow the Ultimate Life Form for a reason. Nothing else compares.

If only Knuckles were as hung as Shadow, she might have had a chance with him. But there was no way she could be satisfied with such a childlike penis. Shadow had thus ruined all sex for her as nothing would ever compare. Curse you, Shadow!

This is WHO I AM!!!

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