AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my first Sonic story that isn't centered around Rouge, Shadow, or Knuckles. WOOHOO! *celebratory dance* I also consider it to be my SonAmy equivalent of my other story 'Tempting the Temptress' (if you're a KnuxRouge shipper you should totally check that about by the way *wink wink*) The difference is that this one is a two-shot, and honestly, a lot more meaningful and intense.

Sonic/Amy is honestly a pairing that I never cared much for, I support it, but it isn't my OTP. I'm hoping that all you SonAmy shippers can like & appreciate this story. I'm honestly not a big fan of Amy Rose, but I want reveal the often overlooked compassionate side of her in this two shot.

Also, just a heads up: this story WILL contain smut. Not in this chapter, but the next. It won't just be sex, it will be lovemaking. Passionate, intense, and deep... There will be no warnings in the next chapter, so your warning will be here. For now the rating is T.

The ages are altered. Sonic is 20 years old and Amy is 17. I think those are the only ages that really matter, because they're the only ones in this story.

Please read, follow, favorite, all that good stuff. Oh, and review. (PLEASE. IT SEEMS LIKE NO ONE EVER REVIEWS ANYMORE.) Reviews are appreciated as well. I hope you guys enjoy!

Deflowering Miss Rose

bittersweet affection

The doorbell rang just as Amy finished frosting her last cupcake. She panicked, her azure hero was here thirty minutes earlier than when he had agreed to meet her. But she sure as hell wasn't going to complain. He knew what she wanted and she knew what he wanted, and she was going to be sure to give him everything he needed, regardless of her naughty desires. Smoothing out her apron and trying to make sure there wasn't any frosting on her fingers, she went to answer the door. Her parents were conveniently gone for the day, and her best friend Cream – who had been staying with her for the past week while her mom was honeymooning with Vector – was out with her boyfriend Charmy.

Amy sighed internally. It seemed like everyone was in a relationship with the person they loved. Amy envied all of them, she felt so lonely. She also felt guilty, because she was excited to see Sonic despite his current situation. Her favorite hedgehog had made his way over to her house for some comfort food and time to vent. He had just broken up with his girlfriend of five years, the beautiful and strong Princess Sally of Knothole. When Amy heard the news, she felt bad for being happy about it, but at the same time she couldn't help her emotions. She loved and longed for Sonic for years, and watching him be with another woman was unbearable to her. Now, Sonic was finally single again and she wanted to make sure he knew JUST how much she still cared for him.

As the years flew by, she was sure he had forgotten. She remembered when she was a violent and temperamental twelve year old. She chased and stalked Sonic relentlessly. He was always running away from her and leaving her brokenhearted. Even before they made it official, she knew he had a thing for the lovely princess. And how could she compete? A desperate fangirl versus the fearless leader of the Freedom Fighters? That was one battle Amy had to back down from. Especially when she saw the way Sonic's loving, green eyes gazed upon Sally's beauty. Amy had to make a choice over the next two years. Her borderline obsession… or Sonic's happiness? Of course she chose the latter. What the blue hedgehog never saw in her, what he never stopped to appreciate was the compassionate side of Amy. The side that was willing to make sacrifices, whether they were meager or major, for the greater good. But she had ended the chase long ago. On the inside she was still obsessed, she still longed to run after him until her feet got tired and she was out of breath, she wanted to memorize his scent and keep it in her heart forever so that she could find him wherever he went, she wanted to watch him when he went to sleep and observe how steady his chest rose and fell each time he inhaled and exhaled… but she knew that her desires were considered creepy and unhealthy. Not to mention he had every right to file a restraining order on her and didn't.

Maybe it's because he loves me? She thought to herself hopefully. She opened the door carefully, not wanting to seem too eager. There in the doorway stood the object of her affection.

He looked glorious.

A tall, muscular figure covered in blue fur, lovely, messy quills that Amy wanted to run her fingers through, bulky legs hardened by years of running at the speed of sound…

"Sonic…" She whispered, her heart pounding at the sight of her first and only love.

His face, which usually held a smug grin, was distraught. He nodded at the pink hedgehog, stepping past her and into the house. Amy tried to suppress the hurt emotions rushing through her body, reminding herself that her blue hero was heartbroken. She wasn't entirely sure if he even wanted to see her. She was the one who begged him to come over. She had to seal the deal with the promise of chili dogs. That and her delicious chocolate cupcakes. But now that she saw her handsome hero sitting himself down on the couch, his face devoid of happiness, she realized it was going to take more than food to mend his broken heart.

"Sonic," she said a bit louder this time. She grabbed two chili dogs and put them on a plate for him. She walked over and handed it to him with a warm smile on her face. "Here you go."

He grabbed the plate quickly, stuffing his face sloppily. Amy smiled at the sight; he looked so adorable when he ate. She didn't even care that he was dripping chili all over her couch, it was worth it when he saw an expression of momentary bliss cross his face.

But it hardly lasted.

As quickly as it appeared, it disappeared and the blue hedgehog looked sullen once more. As he swallowed the last bite of his second chili dog his eyes met Amy's and he immediately felt bad, as though he had disrespected his sakura companion.

"Sorry." He mumbled, his eyes glancing at the chili stains he made on the couch.

She shook her head quickly, her shoulder length quills swishing side to side with her.

"It's okay." She said, "I understand."

He nodded, cracking a tiny, appreciative smile.

But her heart did not flutter.

Because the smile never reached his eyes.

It faded, and it was replaced by the gloomy expression he had when he first entered the house. He kept running Sally's words through his head, his brow was furrowed. She hated seeing him like this, she hated seeing him upset.

"How did you find out?" Sonic asked. "Did you follow me over to Mobotropolis? Or did you hire someone to spy on me?"

Amy felt her stomach tighten at his words. Even though he asked it with a genuinely curious voice she was still offended. For the past five years, even if they were good friends, he would always make microaggressions referencing her obsession with him that never really faded, but rather the one she chose to hide… for him. She had to remind herself that he was angry and that it was probably a legitimate question coming from him… But that still didn't make it okay.

"Actually, Sally told me." She said rather bitterly.

Sonic looked a bit shocked at this. He knew that even when Amy had toned down her 'stalkery' behavior, she was still madly in love with him. He knew both Amy and Sally for a very long time, and it still surprised him that the two females were friends. Amy's love for him was strong – scary strong and he didn't understand how she could get along so easily with someone that loved him as well. Sometimes he questioned the legitimacy of their friendship, but he never really spoke out on his suspicions. His eyes then widened when he realized how offensive he had sounded.

"Oh, Ames, I –"

"It's okay." She said immediately, grabbing his empty plate. "Do you want more chili dogs? Or are you ready for dessert?"

He sighed, looking downcast. She came back to him empty-handed, sitting next to him on the couch.

"Or… do you… wanna talk?"

He nodded, then shook his head immediately afterwards. Amy tried to peer into his emerald eyes, seeking answers. But he wasn't budging.

"I don't know Ames."

She nodded, her bottom lip quivering slightly. He would never know how irresistible he sounded when he called her that. She loved it. But she tried to quench her desire, reminding herself that he wasn't here so she could have sex with him.

"I invited you here so you could eat some comfort food and maybe talk… But you don't seem to have a very big appetite." Amy prodded slowly.

He looked up, staring at her calculatedly, studying her face and trying to figure out what she was thinking… and if possible, what her ulterior motives were… He knew the hedgehog was up to something.

Wasn't she?

He didn't know what it was. He couldn't tell if she was going to try and seduce him, or act all nice and innocent and lock him up in her bedroom, or if she drugged the food and was going to try and cross him over to another dimension so they could spend the rest of their lives together.

I mean, this wouldn't be the first time she tried.

But the more Sonic looked into her affectionate green eyes, the more he saw how caring and loving she looked at him. He had seen this look before, and had always thought it to be creepy, but now… Now it was different. He wasn't sure if he could trust her, but there would be no way of finding out until he opened up about it. Amy had always been a loyal friend, and he was always there for her. He figured he'd let her in.

"I… I guess we just weren't meant to be." He finally said, frowning.

She nodded, wanting him to go on. She wanted him to spill out every word of how he felt at that exact moment. She wanted to listen to how deep his love and emotions ran for the stunning chipmunk. Even if it hurt her to know that she wasn't the one he loved and lusted for, she wanted to know his love, to remind herself that he was capable of loving someone, even if it wasn't her.

"Why not?" She asked quietly. She was sitting next to him, close enough for him to be able to smell her enticing, flowery scent, but far enough to make sure he wasn't uncomfortable.

"She has her responsibilities as a leader, and so do I." He said with a sigh. "We hardly ever see each other. She can't help us fight off Eggman and his legion of robots as often as I would have liked her to be able to… But it's more than that."

"What? What else is there?" Amy asked.

"I don't think I should be talking about this with you." He said, closing himself off instantly. He didn't like the eager tone in Amy's voice. He didn't like how hopeful she sounded. He almost believed that she cared for his wellbeing, but he was starting to think she was ensuring the fact that he and Sally had no chance of getting back together. Which they didn't.

Amy frowned, the light that had shined in her eyes dissipated.

"You can talk to me. Sonic. Please talk to me."

"Why?" He asked, narrowing his eyes at her. "What are your intentions?"

"To make you feel better." She said simply, frowning. "Sonic, you know I love you more than anything else. But I'm not going to try anything. I wouldn't do that to you… or to Sally." She said the last part a bit reluctantly.

He softened up when he heard this. He couldn't deny that the little rose could be extraordinary at times. When she wasn't going ga-ga over him he noticed how sweet and caring she was towards her friends. He saw the brave girl that was willing to risk her life for the ones she cared for. She was sweet and gentle and kind. Her golden heart didn't pick and choose, nor did it discriminate. He knew that when she said that she meant it. She cared for Sally. His longtime girlfriend. His first love. He knew that if he had seen Sally off with another man, he wouldn't have been able to be friends with that man. How the hell was Amy able to do it? How did she admire him from afar for five years?

"Amy… why?" He asked softly.

"Hmm?" She mused, having lost herself in his eyes while he had been deep in thought.

"Why… Why are you friends with her? How can you be friends with her, after how you felt towards me…?"

Amy's cheeks turned a light, delicate shade of pink. It matched her lovely fur.

"Because… She's everything you ever wanted. Everything I could dream of being. She's intelligent, kind, a natural leader… L-Like you. She was still nice to me even though we both loved you. I couldn't hate her, even if I tried." She spoke no lies, only the truth. Sally and she grew closer to each other every time they met. Sally taught Amy a lot of her fighting techniques and acted like a sister to her. Amy was appreciative and could see the good in the brave chipmunk. "But most importantly…" She closed her eyes for a moment.

The cerulean hedgehog stared at her apprehensively.

"Go on Amy." He said, placing his hand on her shoulder for support.

"You loved her. I saw it with my own eyes. I saw how happy she made you. It made me happy, knowing that you were happy. Because I love you, and I want you to be happy even if I can't be the source of that happiness."

She opened her eyes and blushed at the way that he was looking at her. He had a shocked look in his eyes, realizing how wrong he had been about his little rose. She managed to suppress her own, hurt feelings for him. For five years. Her compassion for him ran deeper than he could have ever imagined. The thought made his cheeks burn. He was actually looking at her now, not over her or past her, or averting his gaze and trying to escape her clutches.

He saw her love for him on her cheeks, her concern for his wellbeing in her eyes, and her desire for him in the sway of her chest.

He was actually looking at her for the first time in his life, and he was realizing how amazing she actually was. He had to tell her the truth. It was an obligation. She loved him for so long and gave up so much for his happiness and comfort.

"I never loved her." He confessed, his hand still on her shoulder.

Her eyes widened and her mouth formed a tiny 'o.'

"What? No…" She shook her head. "Yes you did, Sonic."

He shook his head back at her.

"No. I didn't." He said, "I was in love with the idea of her."

Amy stared at him wordlessly with a puzzled expression on her face.

"I thought we were the perfect couple. We were everyone's favorite cliché. The super hero and the princess," He chuckled for a moment, his expression slowly turning wistful. "But I don't think there was truly any chemistry. I have love for her, but not the romantic kind."

Amy felt shamefaced for the surge of hope that flooded through her when she heard this. She knew that her blue hero was hurting, and that it was wrong for her to be happy.

"Oh, Sonic…" She said in an almost dreamy tone. Sonic squirmed, retracting his hand from her shoulder when he felt like her 'fangirl' mode was going to come on. But she switched it off instantly. "Do you… Want a cupcake now?"

He nodded, letting out a relieved sigh when she got up. She grabbed a couple of cupcakes, some for herself and for Sonic, then sat down next to him on the couch again.

"Thank you Amy," he said gratefully, taking his gloves off and grabbing a cupcake. He made sure to eat it more carefully than he did with the chili dogs she gave him. He still made a mess though, crumbs fell all around him and his fingers were covered in frosting. Yet Amy didn't seem to mind. He watched her as she ate her cupcake, her tiny pink lips taking each bite carefully. She too had taken her gloves off and got her fingers sticky with frosting. He watched her close her eyes, enjoying the taste of her sweet concoction. It made him smile. He had seen Amy cook for all of their friends, but he rarely saw her actually enjoy the food she made. Seeing her happy made him feel happy. She deserved to feel happy. He felt his heart begin pounding faster when she started licking and sucking the frosting off her fingers, swirling her smooth tongue around in a slow and circular fashion. She noticed he was staring at her and pulled her finger out of her mouth immediately. They were both blushing like crazy.

"S-Sorry…" She mumbled. She felt her stomach do a flip when he subconsciously licked his lips, even though there wasn't any frosting on them…

"It's okay Ames." He smirked, licking some of the frosting off his fingers. He was satisfied at her flustered expression, his mind briefly drifting away from Sally and the fact that they were done with. He wondered if it was wrong to be flirting with her like this, but he couldn't help the rush he had felt when he saw her licking all of that sweet, homemade frosting.

The sexual tension between the two was searing in the air, capturing the both of them in a frustrating heat.

She didn't seem to appreciate it though. She was still thinking about his break up with Sally.

"Sonic, if you didn't love Sally, why did you spend five years with her?"

"Amy…" He said, his tone lowering. He felt like her lovestruck self was bubbling and getting ready to emerge once more.

"I'm not going to explode, if that's what you're worried about. I learned how to control my emotions towards you, even if they haven't died down. Is that what you're worried about? That I'm going to go crazy? Is that all I am to you?"

"No. Never." He said a bit too quickly, "That's just all you ever presented yourself as."

"I just… I need to know… Sonic just tell me."

"I already told you." He said sharply, "I thought that I loved her. I didn't realize that it wasn't real until we broke up."

"You mean in those five years that you were with her, the lack of chemistry wasn't enough of a sign?"

Sonic stared at her wordlessly as she put two and two together.

"Sonic. I don't understand."

"What isn't there to understand?"

"What about me!?" She wailed suddenly, tears threatening to drop from her eyes. She couldn't take it. At first she was glad to hear that Sonic never felt anything towards the tomboy princess, then she realized she had been waiting for him patiently when there was no reason to. She spent years putting his feelings before hers. She didn't want to do that anymore. "I loved you! I still do! But you never gave me a chance!"

"It's not my job to cater to your emotions Amy!" Sonic yelled suddenly, getting angry with his sensitive friend. All the respect he had garnered towards her vanished instantly. He didn't like hearing Amy talk like this at all.

"I catered to yours!" She countered with caliginous pique. Her emerald eyes had darkened. It was rare for Sonic to see the pink beauty angry with him. She was usually so sensitive to his feelings and angry with anyone who tried to get in her way with him.

"Damn it Amy." He said, his voice softening up once more. "I don't want to argue with you over this."

"Sonic, you think you're the only one who's hurt here? Those are five years you can never get back, five years I can never get back. I bottled up my emotions as best I could. But I never stopped loving you. Not once." She wiped the tears off of her lovely face before they could make their descent down her rosy cheeks. He watched her incredulously. It was her turn to tell him everything she was feeling. He didn't dare stop her.

"I… I never thought of myself. Not when it came to you. I should have though… maybe if I did this wouldn't hurt so much…" She grit her teeth.

"Amy," her name sounded so soft and velvety when it came past his lips.

She couldn't bear the emotions she was feeling. It was too much.

"Don't talk to me like that." She snapped. "I waited too damn long for you!" She turned away from him.

"I know. I'm just afraid that if I tell you… you'll hate me."

"I could never hate you. No matter how much I should." She said with a heaving sigh. "Just talk to me. Tell me the truth. Communicate with me. There's no need to hide."

"Ames, the way you expressed your love to me wasn't healthy." He stared at her intently, scared of what her reaction would be when he continued.

"I know." She said guiltily.

"And… In addition to thinking that I loved Sally… I just… I was hoping that maybe you would be able to…"

Amy's face paled. The crimson that had once tinged her cheeks disappeared, replaced with a cloudy white. Her mouth was suddenly dry as she mustered up the words to speak.

"You wanted me to move on…" She finished for him, to which he nodded.

She chewed on her bottom lip, allowing her tears to fall freely down her face now. Her hands were shaking and for a moment, she could only see red.

Her beloved blue blur, her unstoppable Casanova, her treasured friend… The only man she ever knew how to love. She spent the bulk of her teen years thinking of him and what he wanted; meanwhile he only wanted to push her away. And he expected her to be okay with that?

His worst fears came true. Her emotions had reached their peak. She could take it no longer.

"You… bastard." She said, standing up shakily.

Sonic's expression fell as he watched the little girl that loved him unconditionally glare at him with unbridled fire in her eyes.

"Sonic the Hedgehog… I hate you." She hissed, but her heart knew these words weren't true.

She ran upstairs to her room, slamming the door shut.

Sonic sat there for a moment, paralyzed and devastated. It was enough that he had just broken up with his long term girlfriend, but now one of his closest friends despised him. He couldn't believe his misfortune. His ears twitched when he heard heavy breaths coming from inside the room. She was letting it out. All the hurt that she had bottled up within her for the past five years… all the hurt that she hid behind her bubbly smile.

Her bubbly, beautiful smile.

Why didn't I give her a chance? Why didn't I end things the moment I realized Sally wasn't the woman for me? He had grown up with Amy, he watched his cute, pink rose blossom into a beautiful young lady. And he was too afraid to go for it. He would never forgive himself for that. He listened as her voice, usually so chipper and melodic, let out distraught sobs. She choked on her tears, coughing and sputtering and hating herself more and more with each wave of sadness that hit her.

"Amy, no…" He said, running his fingers through his quills and allowing his hands to tighten. He couldn't bear to listen to her cry any longer. He was sure that it wasn't the first time she cried over him. After running away from her professions of love to him, he found himself in a situation he never would have imagined.

This time it was he who was running after her, his power sneakers tapping against the wooden floor rhythmically up to her bedroom, reigniting the chase that she had given up so long ago.