#rougsonamy

[gayandtransgendersonic]

Amy found herself glaring at Sonic and Rouge’s arms touching. Or how they laughed together, how they exchanged glances rather than words and they simply understood each other. Amy hated it, she hated the tight feeling in her gut at every brush of Sonic’s quills against Rouge and how she would smack his arm and scold him about it. She hated how her head spun when Rouge bent over to pick something up and Sonic would turn around, but Amy watched, face hot and throat dry as Rouge’s shirt would slip forwards ever so slightly…

She hated how the same feeling came up when Rouge did the same things to Shadow. Though the darker hedgehog never reciprocated like Sonic or Knuckles did, it seemed that Rouge was close with everyone but her.

Rouge would wrap her arm around Amy’s, her chest pressing against Amy’s shoulder since the bat was taller than her, and Amy had to make an effort to not glance down. Her stomach fluttered when Rouge would pull her into the sky, holding her close to her body so her skirt would not fly up. Sonic would hold her bridal style, fisting her skirt and letting Amy cling onto him. But Rouge had one arm wrapped around her waist, the other under her tail where Amy would have to either wrap her ankles around Rouge’s body, or to press her thighs together as she was flying above the trees of their island.

Flying was more scary than running at Mach speed, Amy would tell herself. It was not because her ears would flicker against Rouge’s chest and the woman would chuckle, vibrating through Amy’s head and making her blush. It wasn’t because Amy liked Rouge, after all, she loved Sonic. How could she also love Rouge?

One day Rouge caught her staring and just as Amy was about to play it off, Rouge winked.

She winked.

And Amy’s body erupted into flames.

Amy ran off, tripping over her heels and nearly sending her flying down, if it wasn’t for Sonic grabbing her waist. She turned half as red as her dress, only getting worse when Rouge flapped by and helped her up as well. Her head spun faster, no longer having the composure to not dumbly stare into Sonic’s eyes that she swore were twin chaos emeralds, then to Rouge’s chest that just so happened to be directly in front of her face when she turned her head. Everything went dark, panicked voices fading out alongside her consciousness.

Maybe she could love both of them, either way the combination of Rouge and Sonic made her chest leap through her throat and her brain short circuit and overheat. Explaining why she ran off like that would be hard, but she endured worse.