amy rose · sonic the hedgehog · piko piko hammer · angst · determined · sassy · hero · sweets · strong · video game
The pale wash of moonlight had faded to a cool dawn gray, sketching the rumpled sheets and the curve of Shadow’s shoulder. Amy lay curled against him, the oversized black shirt she wore the only barrier between her skin and the morning chill. His arm was a heavy, unyielding band across her waist, anchoring her in place. Six AM. The silence was thick, a tangible breath after the frantic, passionate chaos of the night. Every muscle hummed with a deep, pleasant soreness—a stark, physical testament to his roughness, now so strangely juxtaposed with the utter peace of his sleep.