I know this is late, but here we go:)
A little short fluff of Sonamy!
She cracked the door to her flat open, fearing what she would find. She had known that something was wrong the minute she had parked on the dark street leading up to her house. It was quiet, and she could find a parking spot. What had happened to all the other cars? All the other inhabitants? She felt that they had abandoned her to face whatever had to be in her flat, alone. She decided against calling out, like the idiots in movies did when they were being threatened. Instead, she spread her keys between her fingers and stilled her heart. It was so odd, how something so ordinary could become dangerous. Her keys. Her home. She peered into the darkness, unaware of the eyes watching her, waiting right behind the door-
Amy’s heart jumped at the sound of a creak in her house. In that one heartbeat, she had thrown her book violently and hopped into fighting stance. In an authoritative voice she called out in warning-
“If unfriendly, do not come closer! Turn back now before I see your face and am forced into hurting you!” She wasn’t an idiot. This wasn’t a book and this wasn’t a movie. The correct thing to do was call out, but state your intent to harm if necessary. And boy, could she harm if necessary.
There was a rustling in the hallway, and in response Amy flicked her hammer into her hand. She bent her knees, ready to get the jump on the threat. Ice seemed to course through her veins. It made her stiff, and her heart was beating so hard against her chest that it hurt.
“One last time; I am lethal.”
A pair of bright green eyes popped into her bedroom doorway, and without a second thought Amy lunged wildly. She swung from the side, hoping to knock the assailant into the wall to debilitate them until she could fully detain them.
What happened instead was that she lunged right into a pair of blue arms that caught her and softened her landing as she took them both to the ground.
“Amy!” the thug’s voice called as they went rolling. Ever vigilant, Amy felt them hit ground and immediately swung her weight, rolling her attacker underneath her. She pushed into his elbows to get the arms from around her, and then sprang up.
At this point, she recognized who was in her house, but she wasn’t finished taking out her aggression. She placed her foot on Sonic’s chest and pushed him into the ground, pointing her hammer at him. Her chest betrayed her cool, falling and rising rapidly.
“What the actual-” she took a breath. “Sonic why would you do that?!” Her eyes were wet, but she felt angry.
“Do what?!” He countered. It sounded like he was laughing, but she could see how wide his eyes were, and was gratified by it. She smiled and relief coursed through her muscles.
“You snuck up on me! You could’ve responded to any of my warnings- why-”
He scoffed. “‘I’m lethal’? C’mon Ames-” Amy stared down at him, arms raised in surrender, his chest fighting against the pressure of her foot. She blinked at him, her face shifting microscopically. Her eyebrows raised slightly and the corner of her mouth lifted up and back into the smallest expression of incredulity.
He took stock of his position and changed tactics.
“You alright Ames?” He tried. He meant the question in all sincerity, and so she let him up.
She reached out a hand and pulled him to his feet.
“Yeah, yeah. Yup.” He realized that her hammer was gone. “I was just- reading a thriller and I got a little panicky.” Her hand ran through her quills and she wouldn’t look at him. She didn’t stop moving, turning swiftly into the kitchen, flicking lights on as she went.
“Want something to drink? I’ll make hot chocolate or tea or whatever- what do you like to drink?” She realized she didn’t know.
“...I’m a soda kinda guy…” He hesitated, finding her movements fascinating. “But seeing as it’s late…” He checked his wrist communicator.
‘1:27am’ His fascination turned to worry.
“‘Seeing as it’s late’ what?” Amy asked. She was moving the kettle to the stovetop fumbling with the knob letting the heat catch reaching for mugs turning on the faucet-
A hand stopped her. She looked up. Sonic’s hand lingered on hers as they watched each other. Why did their gaze feel so different? She felt a sense of embarrassment and anxiety that she had mastered hiding years ago.
“Let me,” Sonic said, taking the mug from her before she could drop it. “Why don’t you sit down?” He pushed her hands away and they backed away from the moment, mutually.
Amy nodded, disappearing around the corner and reappearing in a robe and some slippers. She took a seat at the bar stools and wrapped her arms around herself.
She was startled all over again when Sonic spoke.
“So what’s up?” His back was to her, but she knew that this vague question was pushing his emotional boundaries. He was never one for nurturing.
Her eyes darted to him. “Why are you in my house?” She shot back.
“It’s raining.” He shrugged simply and went for one of her cabinets, where he knew that she kept her tea bags. “What kind do you want?” He asked- but she saw he was already reaching for the rose one. She flinched as the kettle began to scream, but she was grateful for the company of a friend.
He sat down next to her and they shared a silence. Nothing between them but the fragrant steam from the tea.
“So what’s up?” He tried again. “It can’t just be a book. You don’t ever attack me unless… I deserve it.” He smirked a bit.
She fiddled with her tea bag. “You don’t think breaking into my house qualifies as ‘deserving’?”
“But this isn’t the first time…” He coaxed. He came over whenever it was raining, when he couldn’t sleep in his open-air hut. It had even blown over once. “You’re not one for being so… assumptive.” He was impressed by his brain with that one.
“Listen, I just always want to be cautious when it comes too… home safety…” She trailed off and nestled her head in her arms. “...The house got robbed.”
Sonic bristled. He stopped himself from barraging her with questions. Hanging out with her had made him slightly more sensitive in emotional situations. He waited for her to speak.
“I was at home when it happened…” She twisted to look up at him. “You’d think that I’d be fine, I fight worse bad guys than two robbers daily! And it was fine, it was fine. In terms of safety- I beat them away and they haven’t come back. But… that doesn’t mean I didn’t get scared. I thought it was you or something and then when it wasn’t… thinking about what they were actually there to do…” She put her head back down. “They haven’t come back… but what if?”
Sonic was still for a bit, trying to hold back his own laughter. He snorted and said, “If they came back? Amy, They’re not coming back, even if you did manage to leave a bone unbroken!” Amy looked up at him in disgust and hopped off the stool. He leapt after her. “Sorry! Sorry, Ames wait.” He placed himself in front of her and tried to make eye contact. She wasn’t looking at him, and she was doing her best to sniff quietly. He did the only thing that he knew would work for Amy. He took her in his arms and held her still.
“They won’t come back,” he realized that his eyes were closed, “and it’s alright, I’ll stay here tonight. Tails can install security. I’ll start messaging you before I come over…” He trailed off. There just wasn’t any need to be talking. He suddenly felt hyper-aware of how soft she was and what she smelled like. Flowers, but he didn’t know which ones. He felt her bangs, crushed between her forehead and his chest, and he felt as she nuzzled her head onto his shoulder. He turned his head to look down at her, taking in the soft curve of her cheeks and dark eyelashes. They took a breathe, seemingly together, and then she let him go.
She seemed calmer, more still. She smiled at him and tried to wipe at her eyes discreetly, “You think you’re staying here tonight?” She joked, but stopped him before he could close his gaping mouth. “I’m kidding, Sonic,” she bumped him gingerly with an elbow as she brushed past him.
As she made up the couch for him, exhaustion set in. He watched as she yawned and felt an odd pull inside of him. The early morning hour, now around 2:00am, made him different. It made him quieter and more thoughtful. He thought now of Amy. How had he missed the growing signs of tiredness in her eyes? The tension in her shoulders? He didn’t look at her enough and he knew it. He supposed it was because he knew that just this would happen- he would turn quiet and thoughtful about her.
He went to Amy and took the blankets from her hands.
“Why don’t you go up to your room and sleep Ames?” He tried to relieve her, but he could still see the alarm in her mind reflected in the way her eyes were pleading him. It was as if she were saying, ‘not yet, not yet, not yet…’
“Or we could watch a movie…” He tried, and she nodded with much more enthusiasm. He helped her get comfortable, laying the blanket over their laps and getting as close as he dared to. He knew where this was headed, and so did she. It was a tactic. She’d be able to fall asleep easier with someone there, but neither had to offer up the idea of… sleeping together.
But it still happened. She fell asleep before the opening credits finished, slumped onto the arm of the couch.
Sonic could have just left her there. He didn’t have to take her shoulders and carefully pull her into him. He didn’t have to rest her gently on his chest, lying comfortably propped between his legs. He didn’t have to pull a blanket up over them, or wrap his arms around her for good measure. It was just 2:00am talking, just his odd quiet that made him stay with her on the couch, sleeping like a familiar couple.
And because it was 2:00am, they slept with each other until noon, right up until they were found by three gawking friends of theirs, jeering and watching astonished from the window.