Shadows of a Broken Future

Chapter Warning: A little smut 🍋

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Sonic's POV:

I wake up in a haze, a feeling of warmth surrounding me. It's the kind of warmth that pulls me in deeper, making me want to curl up into it and never leave. My body instinctively snuggles further into the soft pillow, burying my face into something fluffy.

The scent that fills my nose is calming-lavender? I inhale deeper, drawn into it. Wait. My eyes snap open. Oh no.

It's not a pillow. My brain slowly pieces together the horrifying reality: I'm lying in bed with Shadow.

I freeze, my heart leaping into my throat. My face is buried in his chest. His arms are wrapped around me, holding me tightly, but somehow gently at the same time. His breath rises and falls beneath me. My hands are resting on his chest, my fingers lightly tracing the contours of his solid muscles, I can feel the rhythm of it moving under my palms.

Our legs are tangled together like a mess of limbs, and it's too much. Too close. My mind scrambles to make sense of how this even happened. What the hell did I do to end up here?

This is it. I'm going to die when he wakes up.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm my pulse. The plan is simple: get out of here without waking him. Maybe I can escape before he even realizes what's going on.

I try to shift away slowly, careful to not disturb him, but-

"Mmm..." He grumbles, pulling me back in sleepy protest like I'm some kind of stuffed animal. My stomach does a flip, he's so... warm.

Okay, this is fine. I can do this. I raise my head slightly to glance up at him, just enough to check if he's waking up.

And then I'm frozen in place. He looks... peaceful.

His usual scowl is absent. His expression is soft, calm, his brow smooth. His black quills fall gracefully around the pillow, the tips of them glowing faintly in the dim light shining in from the window. The red streaks on his arms and eyes, the perfect contrast against his dark fur which looks so soft. His strong toned arms, are even more visible through his glistening fur.

I can't stop staring. Why does he look so good like this?

His eyelashes, long and delicate, rest against his cheeks. His ears twitch every so often, betraying the peaceful facade, but it's somehow... cute? Ugh what am I even saying?

I study the slight curve of his tan muzzle, the way his lips part just slightly as he exhales in his sleep. His breath brushes against my ear, warm and steady, sending a weird tickle to the pit of my stomach. His presence is overwhelming, and it's making me... feel things. My eyes widen as I realise what just happened. Okay, this is bad. Really bad.

My pulse races, and I feel heat flood to my face. My heart is pounding so hard that I'm certain he can hear it. Why am I feeling like this?

And just when I think I might lose it completely at my new arising problem, Shadow shifts again.

Oh no. Please don't wake up.

His leg shifts, brushing against the inside of my thigh, and suddenly, everything in my body feels like it's on fire. No. No, no, no.

The proximity, the way his body fits against mine-don't think about it. Don't think about it.

I try to hold my breath, to stop thinking about how his leg is inching even higher, how my body is suddenly alive in a way I can't explain. My face is burning even hotter, and I feel a knot twist in my stomach, making everything feel even worse.