We collapsed onto the bed while passionately embracing one another. Amy peppered my muzzle with intimate kisses, over and over. Each kiss was longer than the last; her face reddened more as she pressed herself against me. I was overcome by a deep desire. I wanted her.



"Metal..." I loved how she said my name. "I don't mind if you clean my torso..."



I became extremely aware of her body. It was all I thought about. "Your..." My voice trailed off. I wanted her. I wasn't entirely sure why her body gave me feelings of excitement. I wanted to feel between her legs like before... Would she let me?



Amy sat up and stared down at me with a mixed expression. She was both flustered and deep in thought. Eventually, she lifted her dress and pulled it off from her head. I never saw her whole torso before. Her chest and stomach were covered by tan fur matching the skin of her face and arms. She had white, lacy underwear covering her crotch. What a beautiful figure. Many beings walked around without clothes at all, yet seeing Amy the same way made me feel incredibly different.



... Aroused. I was aroused.



She crossed her arms to cover her chest, her posture shrinking. She looked away from me with a deeply reddening face. Her confidence left as soon as she exposed herself further.



I unfurled her arms and took her hands, moving them down so I could admire her fully. She slightly shifted, making herself look back at me with a gaze that only increased my desire. I made her flustered by simply existing there...



"Say something!" she yelled.



I was amused. "I'm captivated by your form, Rosy... You're beautiful."



Her face reddened more. "So are you," she muttered.



I loved her. I let go of her hands so I could caress and feel them instead. She was clearly nervous, but the longer we were there, the more she settled. "You look incredibly clean to me. Where do you want me to focus?"



"Wh... Where do you want to focus?" she asked, darting her eyes away, then back to me.



I stared at her body. "I... have to choose?"



"I-I mean..." Amy shyly shifted again. In a swift movement, she took one of my hands and pressed it to her chest. She was... soft. Very soft. I instinctively enforced my grip; she let out a gentle breath and gave me that same yearning look as before. She leaned down and kissed me on the muzzle again. I squeezed more and let go of her other hand to better hold her instead. I brushed my claws down her back, pressed against her to deepen our kiss, our embrace.



Her lower body lifted up as my claws drifted down. I briefly felt the swishing of her tail. Instead of tease her, I kissed her again. She let out a small, heavenly sound.



A quiet breath came out of her afterwards when I moved my hand down her underwear. I squeezed her backside and pulled her down against me. She squeaked again, her voice muffled against me. Her body slightly trembled; I took her reaction as full permission to feel her however I wanted.



I pulled her underwear down-- it didn't go down far enough. I was close to just ripping it off. I growled a little, trying to tug it past her thighs.



She giggled. "Hold on," she said, laying against me fully. I couldn't see what she was doing from this angle, but I knew she reached behind to pull her underwear off completely. While she was at it, she discarded her boots and socks. Amy Rose was completely naked in front of me.



... I flicked her headband up and tossed it off of her head. She laughed, her cheeks a delightful red. "You brushed my quills earlier... Do you want to ruin them now?"



"Yes."



She stared, surprised. Did she not expect me to actually respond? I had the impression she was getting used to me in a more intimate setting... But I wanted to mess with her anyway. We had been separated for long enough.



I pulled her back down against me and used my legs to turn her over so I was above her instead. She let out a brief squeal, then giggled again when I pressed my face to hers with much more energy. She returned my kiss, wrapped her arms around my shoulders, played with the rim of my back spine...



I used one hand to grab one of her breasts again and the other to clutch onto her thighs. I propped her leg and brought our crotches together. I felt the heat of her body against me. I so badly wanted to be deeper. I wanted to rip into her. I expressed my frustration with another kiss, another...



She liked the way I felt as we rubbed together. It wasn't enough for me. I wanted to see her completely lose herself. I let go of her thigh and brought my hand to her crotch instead. I slid my claws down her slickened insides. I continued to stimulate her with the sides of my claws instead.



Her breaths changed and she began to squirm a little. I let go of her chest so I could move her legs to prop against me. Her brows arched and her mouth slightly hung open as she focused on her feelings of pleasure.



"Metal Sonic is rubbing me out," she muttered under her breath.



Her sentence slightly took me out of focus. I was incredibly amused. "Does that embarrass you?" I asked.



Her face somehow reddened more. "N-no...! It's true I never thought I'd be here, though... I think the me from two years ago would have a heart attack."



I playfully bumped our heads together, then changed my rhythm. Her thighs trembled against me and she let out a relieved breath. Her grip against me tightened; she kept my head against her and kissed me over and over.



"A year ago is fine, then?" I teased.



"M-maybe slightly less freaked out."



If there was any time I wished to be organic, it was in this moment. I wanted to show her I could do everything... I couldn't. To make up for it, I had to master the use of my hands. Without ever bringing flesh to flesh, I would make her scream in ecstasy.



"It's kind of hot?" she continued, averting her eyes.



"What is?"



"We've been at odds since we knew each other... Like, you're..." She interrupted herself with a soft, quiet moan. I moved my claws down further all while I watched her. "You're my enemy..."



"And I will win our altercation."



She leaned back and made a relieved sigh. "God, I wanna lose..." She caressed the sides of my head and kissed me, then kissed me again...



I admired her for a short moment. "It's less fun if you want to lose," I said.



Her eyes shot wide open, like I took her out of her moment. "I-I was just being cute!" She yelled. "I like you touching me! Sue me!"



"Mm... Then maybe I should stop."



"N-n-no! No! That's not how this goes!" She yelled again. Her face was bright red... Very, very cute.



"We're enemies, so it's natural we have opposing goals, right?" I removed my claws from her, ever-so slightly gracing the upper part of her clitoris. Her whole body shivered under me and her hips rose in an attempt to feel more. "Winning for me is watching you squirm. Are you saying that's what you want to happen?"



"Don't be mean to me...!"



I lightly flicked her at the crotch. She jerked her hips up and sucked in a high-pitched gasp. I liked it a lot. "I'm supposed to be mean," I said.



"Y-you're supposed to be my sweet, doting boyfriend!"



"We both know that's not true," I purred. "But maybe I'll be generous."



I was in control. She shivered with excitement under me and I could choose what to make her feel next. She never looked so red before... "This is not cleaning my torso!" she said, her voice far less intimidating than she intended.



I took the time to feel her body. I enjoyed her small whine as I squeezed her, pulled her against me. I pressed my muzzle to hers; she desperately kissed back, her breaths deeper, her tail thumping against the bed. Her eyes told me she wanted more. No, they begged me.



I brought my claws between her legs again and gently rubbed against her. She took no time at all in rocking her hips against me, aiming for more friction. I heard a pleasant groan from her.



I rapidly increased my pace, then slid in deeper. She gasped as she tightened her grip against me. "Metal!" she yelped in a higher voice. Was she trying to chastise me?



"Rosy," I replied, pressing my muzzle to hers once more.



"I-it's not fair...!"



She said the same thing earlier when I cleaned her in a less sexual way. I enjoyed how she battled with her feelings... I wanted to see how else she would express them.



She became more restless, so I responded by changing the rhythm of my strokes. I went even faster. I watched her completely melt under me. I loved her...



"It's--!!" She interrupted herself with a deep gasp. Her whole body shook wildly as she overloaded with pleasure. I rode my hand up-- she screamed out, shaking even harder. One of her hands pulled mine away, then put it back. I played with her insides just a little more; she jerked her hips up, tightly clenched her teeth, then allowed herself to collapse.



I took my hand away fully when I was done savoring the moment. Her panting eventually lengthened into slow, relieved breaths. Her legs occasionally twitched.



"How are you so..." Amy sighed again, her breath temporarily steaming my visor. "Good at that...?"



"At... touching you?" I asked.



"Ugh...! Yes..."



"I follow your reactions on what brings you the most pleasure." I tilted my head as I watched her. "I should've been mean for longer," I said.



Right as her blush faded, it came back even stronger. "N-no! Don't be mean, ever!'"



"Your body reacted like you enjoyed it." I lay beside her, trailing a claw down her torso. "I also enjoyed it. I won."



"Y-y-you didn't win anything!"



Her behavior only excited me more. "Accept your failure, Rosy. What happened to wanting to lose?"



"I-i-it was like an expression! It..." Her voice trailed off when I kissed her again. She made a cute moan... Then she tackled me, her arms wrapped around me and her body against mine once more.



I felt her, enjoyed squeezing her soft form in my hands. She moved one of her legs up and crossed it under one of mine.



"Touch me more, please..."



... Pop!



Amy's eyes widened, then she giggled at me, her cheeks a delightful red. Her pleading caused me to blow another circuit...



Before she could say anything more, I pressed my muzzle to hers and brought my hand between her legs. She slightly rode her hips up; I pushed them back down to feel her trembling frame.



Her sounds afterwards were much quieter, yet I noticed an incredible amount of heat radiating from her face. She buried her head by mine, clutching one of my bottom quills as if she'd fly off if she let go.



"Metal..." She breathed out. I never heard her voice so gently before. She slightly moved herself as I rubbed inside of her again. "I love you..."



I sounded like a jet engine. It did not help that I was lying on my back. "I love you too, my Rosy," I said back. I didn't feel like being mean in the moment, instead guiding my hand with the sounds of her breaths.



She climaxed again, this time less explosive. She pressed against me as hard as she could, her tail straight up as her body surrendered itself to pleasure. She completely relaxed and tightly held onto me with both of her arms.



I felt... important.