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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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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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