Disclaimer: Sonic belongs to someone else. I'm just playing with my fave two spikity ones for a little while =D

Pairing: Sonuckles

Summary: You, me and whatever... us it (interspeices boy-love)

A.N: Sonuckles, how I love thee... and I wish my chapter fic of you didn't die =C Feedback appreciated! Love, Jaffa xxx

Curl, Touch and Desperation

(touch)

It's electric, this chill that the most casual brush of your fingers against mine evokes.

It's exciting, this thrill that overwhelms me whenever we have the freedom to laugh together.

It's enthralling, the sensation that comes over me when you blink up at me with sleep glazing your eyes and my name already half excaping your lips.

(feel)

I feel kind of bad, for the way I've stolen your attention from the outside world.

Kind of guilty that without even trying I captured your heart when others had failed so many times before.

But more than any of that, I feel... happy, and far to possessive of the emotion for any insecurities to get in my way.

(run)

You smile when you see me.

Kiss back when you feel like it.

Snap whenever I get to... me.

You know though, without the slightest flicker of a doubt that I'm in it for the long haul.

You haven't started running yet, and for you, that's the best green light I could get.

(fight)

We argue.

We bicker.

We fight.

We snap.

We're to different, some say.

Maybe...

But I think it's being similar that sometimes pulls us apart.

(need)

Soft fur and sharp quills.

Velvet hands against the curve of my ear.

Gentle, peaceful breaths of sleep against my muzzle.

The flutter of emerald eyes under cobalt lids.

You banished me to the couch once, and after that I knew I could never sleep without you agan.

(voice)

I know I'm always the silent one between us.

Always have been, always will be.

I thought you would push at me about it, bully me to talk.

Instead you filled in for my lack, made up for any weakness.

I can always count on you to say all the things I can't.

(cook)

...I think it's best we stick to my cooking.

No, really.

Sonic, you may best me in any race but... gawd...

I will never eat another meal of yours again.

Ever.

(kiss)

I'm getting used to the feel of your lips.

Getting used to the taste of your mouth.

I'm well versed in the battles we wage there, in that perfect place between us.

I may be getting used to it, but I'll never get sick of it.

(promise)

We've never said the 'love' thing.

Maybe never will.

We're far to stubborn to admit defeat to one another.

Maybe, to stubborn.

But we'd never needed admittances before, and besides...-

It's written all over our faces.

(curl)

I hurt when you're gone.

Ache when your missing.

Fight, with all I have to get you back again.

I'm desperate for you, it must be obvious.

But all you sigh when you return is 'idiot'

And you curl in beside me...

Were we belong.

(want)

It's beautiful, this unfading attraction between us.

This want.

It's urgent, this desire to touch and hold and kiss.

This need.

It's perfect the way your body reacts so instinctively to mine, even asleep.

This completion.

And really, who could ever want for anything more?

(trust)

If I, Knuckles the Echidna, trusts anyone on this planet...

It's you Sonic.

With all I am and could ever be.

And I trust you enough to think it, not say it.

And know that you'll understand perfectly anyway.

(xxx)