Stormy night

Kiss you!

Shadow’s POV

I growled at myself, searching under the sink for some things to help Amy with her cuts. How stupid could I have been? What was I thinking, just letting her into my room like that? When she had turned and looked at me, my gut had twisted into nasty little knots. Then she had smiled…

I paused, pressing a hand to my forehead to settle myself. “Damn it,” I mumbled. Now she was in my bedroom and, knowing her curious nature, she would probably go through all of my things. Or maybe her manners would keep her from doing that…

I sighed, standing up to go through the small medicine cabinet that was hidden behind the mirror. I scowled when I saw my mini first aid kit. Snatching it, I walked out of the bathroom, down the hall, and into my room.

The kit very nearly slipped out of my fingers. “What is she doing?” I whispered. Then, louder, “What are you doing?”

With a yelp, she quickly turned. “Oh! Shadow, you scared me!”

Her eyes were wide on mine and she was on my bed in my shirt. Oh dear God, what am I going to do with her? I shook my head to get rid of the erotic images that came to mind with that thought. “What were you doing?”

“I was, um…” She looked back at my headboard. “I was trying to figure out the maze…”

I blinked. “What?”

“On your headboard. It, um, looks like a maze.” She drew her legs up, wrapped her arms around them.

I watched her movements, mind completely empty for a minute. “It is a maze,” I murmured.

She cocked her head. “What?”

“I said it is a maze.”

“Oh…”

We stared at each other for a long moment before she looked away, nodding at my dresser. “I saw a picture of us. I placed it for that comet show last month.”

I didn’t have to look at the picture to know what she was talking about. “What about it?”

She shrugged. “I didn’t know a picture of us had been taken, that’s all. Who took it?”

“Tails gave it to me, so I’d say he did," I walked over to her and sat hesitantly next to her on my bed. I pulled some antiseptic out of the kit. “This’ll probably sting,” I murmured, spraying some on her knee.

She winced a bit when I laid a soft cloth over the antiseptic. “Will you talk to me?”

I glanced up at her, than back down at her knee as I cleaned it. “About?”

“Why were you smiling at me in the picture and not the comets? You never smile at me.”

I wrapped her knee in a bandage. “Yes, I do.”

“I never see you,” she accused.

I spritzed antiseptic over her other knee. “Maybe I just don’t let you see.” Now the cloth was cleaning the wound. “Or maybe you’re just paying too much attention to Sonic to notice anyone else.”

I wrapped a bandage around her other knee, annoyed with myself. She seemed to bring that reaction out in me, and I didn’t like it.

“Maybe I do,” she whispered.

I looked up at her sharply, annoyed with her now. “Shut up, Amy.”

“No, I mean it! The only reason I paid attention to you that day was because Sonic had left, so I didn’t really have anything to do.”

I cupped her chin in my hand. “I said shut up.”

She jerked her head away. “I don’t care.” Tears were welling up in her eyes. “That’s horrible of me to have paid so much attention to someone who can’t even stand me, Shadow. It’s absolutely horrible.”

I placed a hand on the side of her face. “Amy.”

She looked at me and I stared into her eyes. They were such a deep jade and glistening with tears. One spilled from her eye and I watched it slip down her cheek and drop away. “What do you want?”

The quiet, miserable question undid me. I could not stand to see such a happy person cry. I placed my other hand on the other side of her face, leaning closer. Her eyes widened a bit and her lips parted slightly. And that was it for me.

Calling myself a fool, I laid my lips lightly on hers. Her eyes stayed open, as did mine as I tasted her. Gently, slowly, I took the kiss deeper. When her tongue hesitantly touched mine, I nearly snapped. When I slid my tongue into her mouth to taste further, I could tell that something in her did.

Her arms came around me, pulled me closer. Her eyes closed and she gave. Oh God, did she give. I could not believe the warmth that came from her, the softness with only the hint of a sharp edge. The contrast drove me mad. It emptied my mind, but some part of me was aware enough to make sure that my hands stayed on her face.

She nipped my lip, and even that part went mad. I slipped my hands down her back and took the hem of my shirt in my hands with every intention of taking it off her. She pulled me down before I could so that I was on top of her.

The sensation of her under me had me snapping back to my senses, and I tore my mouth from hers. “Amy…” Whatever I was going to say died as I looked at her. Her mouth was swollen from mine, the shirt halfway up her body. She was panting, wide-eyed. I cursed silently. I could still see the tears in them.

I rolled off of her, ashamed of myself. “You can take care of your hands and elbows?”

“Yes…”

The quiet of her voice had me cringing. Damn it all… “Okay, good. I’ll see if the rain’s stopped.” I stood and walked out quickly, not used to the feeling of shame.