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?