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She was alone, but not for long. The blue streak sped by, revealing her Sonic the Hedgehog.

“So,” he said, stretching, “you said something about settling this once and for all? What’s that all about?”

“A race,” she insisted. “Winner gets the glory of being the best hero in the world.”

“Come on. There’s more to life than being a hero, you know. Especially now that Eggman’s gone.” He holds out his hand. “But I’d happily race ya, and if I win, you get me a chili dog. What do you get if I win?”

Surge looked at his hand, growled, and slapped it away. She poked his chest and stood up to his face, nose-to-nose. “If I win, you do everything I say for a whole day.”

“Sounds fair.”

She wound up losing—of course, she did, but when they went to the stand, Sonic bought the chili dogs. They sat on a bench, and for the first time, they just talked.

There was no war.

There were no villains.

There was just life—and Surge was spending it trying to prove herself based on someone else—someone who all this time just wanted to help her out.

* * *

“You brooding over there, Surge?” Sonic asks, hopping onto her bed and lying back, his hands supporting himself and his feet dangling over the side.

“Don’t you make fun of me,” she grumbles, folding her arms over her chest.

“I’m not. I’m admiring,” Sonic says, but then he nods. “If you don’t want to do this, that’s fine. I just thought since you invited me, you—ah!?”

She zips onto the bed, straddling him, her hands on his shoulders. “Oh, I want to do this,” she says, leaning in, her nose pressed to his nose. “I imagined that after I kicked your ass, we’d roll around all rough-like and fuck our brains out.”

“Wow, sounds intense,” Sonic says. “Is that what you want?”

Surge’s sparks diminish, and she shakes her head. “N-no. It’s not. Not now.

“Good, ‘cause I’d rather not fight.”

“Yeah?” She asks, tilting her head. “What would you rather do?”

Sonic’s hands move up and clasp her sides. With some insistence, he pulls her down to lie on top of him, their noses rubbing, but more importantly, he presses his lips to hers.

* * *

It wasn’t the first time they kissed, but it was just as magical as it was back then, sitting on that park bench, finishing off their chili dogs.

“So, I was thinking,” Sonic said, their conversation about life getting rather deep.

“You were?” she teased him. “Mister ‘jump in, homing attack first, ask questions later’ was thinking?”

“Yeah, strange, isn’t it?” he says, shrugging. “You said you wanted me to do whatever you wanted if you won. So, what would it have been?”

“Huh?”

“If you won, what would you have me do?”

She grumbled, folding her arms over her chest, pondering, sparks flying as she thought. “Damn, I dunno. Something embarrassing would be best. Maybe get you to do something you’d never ever do in public.”

“Something like kiss you?”

“Ha!” She turns to face him, poking him in the chest. “Yeah, that’s perfect. I’d tell ya to kiss me, and then you’d have to back down because you’re too much of an Ace to care about that sort of thing!”

“I see.”

“And not only that, who wouldn’t be terrified getting their mouth near this!?” She says this, inserting her fingers into her mouth, spreading her lips to show her sharp teeth, and wiggling her tongue childishly.

“Ask me then?”

“H-huh?”

“Ask me so you can embarrass me.”

Surge shoots him a glare and huffs. “Okay then, fine. I dare you to kiss me.” She says, smirking with a shit-eating grin.

Before she could even realize what was happening, he zips in, planting his lips on her and pulling back.

“That was so terrible,” he said, his sarcasm dripping.

She, meanwhile, was speechless.

* * *

Since that day, they have had plenty of time to practice, but always in private. Awkward pecks evolved into more slow and deliberate motions until finally, the two of them are where they are right now, one lying on top of the other, their tongues dancing slowly around each other’s mouths.

Sonic’s tongue has a way to be quick but also careful in Surge's mouth. She, meanwhile, tries it out quickly, keeping her mouth open wide so as not to shut her mouth too tightly and bite off his tongue.

Sonic keeps his tongue to her tongue and cheeks but stays clear of her teeth. But there’s plenty of room, and there was plenty of time for trial and error.

When they finally pull back, the spit bridging between them, Surge chuckles slightly. “This is the First time we've done that where I didn’t taste copper.”

Sonic smirks. “Yeah, I appreciate that,” he says. “So, how long did you say we had?”

“The concert’s an hour away,” Surge says, nodding, “and it’s three hours long.

“Five hours is plenty of time,” he says, gripping her arms and biting his lip. “To make love.”

Who would have thought that Sonic the Hedgehog, of all people, would be so romantic? Love is another adventure for the blue blur. Whatever the reason, he takes to it with aplomb, pressing his lips again to Surge’s and then scooting back, asking her. “How do you wanna do this?”

Surge squirms slightly in her seat on her bed, lacing her fingers through Sonic’s. “W-well, guess I gotta get down to your level?”

“Huh?”