Sonamy boom puppy love

Puppy love

  He didn't think his day would get any weirder until his companion told him that she might be going crazy. Again.

"I...what did you say?"

Sonic stood in the entrance of her living room, leaning against the door frame and adjusting his weight between his feet. Jerking his head up, he peered at her through the luminous contrast this room emitted. The walls were painted with a bisque yellow so that whenever the sun glinted through glass the color emulated into your face like a mirror. However because of that, it made Amy's pink fur look platinum, silky and smooth. But the biggest difference were her eyes, the sunlight made the green within them look gold, so vivid they instantly grabbed your attention. Her quills hung over her shoulders like a bridal veil as she watched him with amusement.

"I said a new game of puppy-con is coming out."

She practically bounced as she announced those last few words. Sonic straightened up and blinked, adjusting his vision to the bright room.

"Right. So does that mean Eggman's going to be crashing at your place again?" He asked. There was no one else in Amy's house except the two of them. It was lunch time and Sonic was on his way to the nearest chillidog stand, until he faintly heard a scream of excitement. That was Amy hyperventilating over this new release of her favourite game.

Ironically puppy-con was also Eggman's favourite, so the two shared an uncommon hobby much to the distaste of her friends. When the four of them, Sticks, Tails, Knuckles and himself discovered that Eggman and Amy played together, they weren't too keen on the idea. Knuckles roguishly suggested that Amy might be dating that man. And for some odd reason, something came over Sonic like a tidal wave. His sharp eyes as focused as ever. But before he could stop himself he spoke out of term, saying a muddle of things at once.

Amy shook her head, and he saw a small flash of delight in her eyes. "No, the other way around."

The hedgehog's muscles stiffened, feeling an unwanted heat rush overwhelm him. A mixture of protectiveness and the same thing he felt when he discovered their hidden gaming secret; jealously. As much as he hated to admit it to anyone or himself, Sonic worried about Amy's welfare whenever she was around the doctor on these occasions. But it wasn't like he could force her not to go, and on top of that, he knew that she could take care of herself, although he still possessed a need to keep her safe.

"Your going to his place?"

"Yes," Amy replied calmly.

"On your own?"

The pink hedgehog laughed, not taking this as seriously as he was. "Yes, I am. You sound like a detective, just chill out okay?"

Normally it was Sonic who said that whenever she got stressed, and now the roles were reversed. "I'm just saying, I'm not worried if that's what you think. Of course, you're capable of dealing with trouble on your own."

"But Sonic," She said, voice building up more excitement, like a child who was ready to go to the fair. "The game comes out tomorrow, I need it!"

So you're going tomorrow. The blue blur curled his upper lip to hold back any arrogant comments. He brought his arms across his chest and folded them tightly. His mind whirling with thoughts that only made him assume the worst. The feeling of jealousy was slowly growing into his skin, filling his blood. Making his eyes go dark, and his mouth become a straight line.

Amy resisted the urge to pace in circles because she simply couldn't contain her joy. But her sunny mood didn't rub off on him, he was doing the complete opposite, resisting the urge to not feel irked. He wasn't sure if Amy had realized yet, but she just blurted out that the game was being released tomorrow, and therefore she was going to the doctor's lair tomorrow.

He truly didn't know why this bothered him, though he was constantly burying it deeper in his mind as a way to push it aside. Sonic just looked at her. His mouth began to form the words his mind was screaming. "I hope you have fun without me," his voice was dark and the acid was practically dripping from the corners of his mouth. Turning to walk out of the room, he didn't register the words that fell out of her mouth after he turned away, her voice falling on deaf ears. However, he regretted what he said instantly, mentally scolding himself for allowing his emotions to beat him senseless. It sounded like Amy was confused, yet with her good mood still having an affect on her, she didn't dwell on the matter for long. Sonic felt the need to create distance between them before he said or did something else stupid.

~x~x~x~

Amy sighed into her pillow, an irritation bubbling in the core of her throat, whenever she swallowed she felt a harsh pain attack. This was what rudely awoke her from dreamland, three nights in a row. She feared that she might be developing a throat infection, or possibly a cold. It wasn't anything serious that required Tails' opinion. Besides, she didn't fancy the thought of his rubber gloves inside her mouth, checking for any problems, as much as she trusted him.

Leisurely she crawled out of bed, swinging her legs in a stagnant fashion, her bare feet touched the tiled floor and bleak crispness spread underneath her skin, a shallow coldness she liked that soothed her feet. She checked herself before fully mustering the strength to stand up. Mistakenly swallowing back a lump, causing her throat to roar in discomfort, she cringed, immediately craving for a glass of water to calm the swelling. The kitchen, it wasn't far from her room, just a couple of doors down from the corridor. She also decided - on a side note - that she should warm up a hot water bottle to help her back to sleep.

The lights were switched off, walking in total darkness, she knew the layout of her house off by heart so she encountered no problems making her way towards the kitchen, following the mental map inside her head without bumping into anything. She circled left knowing that she'd just entered her destination, strolling into much deeper silence. Amy didn't bother turning on the lights, still knowing where everything was kept. Her foot hit something, and she looked down. There, slightly crushed by her foot, was a silver chocolate bar wrapper. It had been dropped by mistake.

She was one hundred percent sure that she did not eat any chocolate that day and if she did, she would've put the wrapper in the bin. Amy recycled it before retrieving her glass of water. During the slow journey back to her room her ears twitched, suddenly hearing a strange noise. It buzzed in her ears like an annoying fly, she realized it was coming from the games room.

Amy crept, her feet tapping against the hard ground like little raindrops. The door was wide open, accompanied by a constant dull light seeping from the entrance. She pressed herself against the wall practically around the corner now. Her mind burnt with curiosity, she counted to ten then entered the room uninvited.

Standing in front of the television, she gawked at him in astonishment.

The light was bleak and watery, but he was there.

Amy had to resist the itch in her eyes, or the desire to pinch herself as her vision took form to reveal the hedgehog wrapped in a spare blanket. Beside Sonic were bags of snacks - and a small pile of untouched chocolate bars, but what surprised Amy the most was that he was playing puppy-con.

The male held a play station controller firmly in both palms, even though his back was turned to her she could tell that he was concentrating really hard on the mission at hand, controlling the pixelated puppy on the TV screen to run ahead. Somehow her lingering presence disturbed his focus, probably sensing that she was watching him. The pixelated puppy tripped into lava and perished, followed by giant letters that read 'game over'. Sonic growled in frustration.

The pink hedgehog approached, sitting down cross legged next him. "I have two questions."

"What is it?" He whispered quietly.

"One, did you sneak into my house?"

Sonic hid that cocky grin of his in the darkness, and he was grateful for it. "Maybe you need to get your front door checked," he teased.

I take that as a yes.

"And two, I thought you didn't like puppy-con?" Amy watched him itch the small space behind his ear - an old habit of his that never died. Through the dim light the television emitted, she noticed the struggle in his eyes, a mixture between nervousness and embarrassment, she couldn't put her finger on which one. But he was feeling one of the two.

"I wanted to test the game and see for myself what the hype was all about," he avoided looking at her, as if he was caught red handed doing something he shouldn't. "I also ate some of your food," he then added so suddenly.

A devious smirk poked up her cheeks. "But that's not the real reason is it?"

Again Sonic hesitated and she knew she was right. Why else would he play puppy-con just to test the game, it wasn't like him at all, there were reasons to the things he did, and that was a very poor reason.

Just when she was about to call him out, he sighed. "I thought maybe it would be fun to beat Egg head as a team, so I'm practicing my puppy-con skills."

Surprisingly Amy didn't mind, in fact she quite liked that idea the more she pondered on it. Suddenly shifting her position to face him, the pink hedgehog extended a hand in front of him, proudly declaring, "challenge accepted, partner."

They faced each other, each still weary of the competition that was yet to come, each determined to win.

Slowly, Sonic extended his right hand, carefully taking her small palm in his, curling his fingers around it, they shook hands.

"We better get started then, practicing as a team." The cyan teenager said. However Amy discovered there was a slight problem...

"Oh," she paused, looking around herself. "I don't have a spare controller."

Sonic shrugged. "I don't see the problem in sharing one controller," he gave it to her, but she just sat there with a blank mind, not knowing how else to approach this.

The temperature of the room was colder than the floor she walked on and it was now she realised why Sonic had a blanket. Suddenly his arms reached out, sliding his fingers over the arch of her neck, his touch sent electricity through her muscles as he pulled her in, hoisting her onto his lap. Through her pajamas the warmth of his body caressed her soft fur. She was aware of his chest expanding and contracting, feeling the lukewarm air of his breath tickle the side of her neck. He tightened his grasp around her waist before turning slightly back too the TV.

More due to nerves than bliss, the pink hedgehog gripped the controller in a white knuckled grip.

"Relax," Sonic soothed in her right ear, wrapping the blanket around both of them. Amy had dreamt of being at his mercy so many times, but she wasn't actually prepared to experience it, and what it might do to her emotionally. Whilst her thoughts were distracting, his hands slipped up her waist, sensing that she wasn't relaxing. Sonic began massaging her biceps, worming his way up to her shoulders, he released most of the tension there. Clicking knots from around the nape area of her neck, she couldn't bite back her quiet moan.

Her tight hold on the controller loosened, he watched this happen as a peaceful smile appeared. "Feel better?" Because they were closer than clothes would allow, the way his heart thumped into her back was enough to wind her breathless.

Furthermore she managed to reply, even if her voice sounded breezy. "Yeah."

"Good," Sonic let go of her shoulders resting both hands on her legs. "Now you can start the game."

It still took Amy a while to fully recuperate from that surreal experience, but the game took her focus off everything. For the majority of that night Sonic and Amy played puppy-con, each taking turns with the controller whenever their character died. And for the entire time Amy remained in Sonic's lap to the point where she eventually fell asleep snuggling in his embrace.