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Sonic leads you through the bustling Christmas market with a gentle grasp of your hand, weaving around the crowds of people to find an empty spot to enjoy your fresh hot chocolates for a brief respite. Picking up the pace to secure a spot along an unoccupied wall, you’re soon bathed in gold light from the fairy lights placed along the buildings with the sound of snow crunching under everyone’s boots while the two of you take a breather.
“You find anything good so far?” You ask through the comfortable silence, throwing out your now empty cup.
“Nah,” the hedgehog answers, “I don’t know what Knuckles would like here. He’s impossible to get gifts for,” he groans, kicking the snow under his feet.
You chuckle, leaning against the wall. Who really does know what an aloof emerald guardian would want for Christmas? “Tell me about it. I wouldn’t stress about it, though. He’ll appreciate the effort.”
Sonic hums in agreement, turning his gaze to the passers-by and the market itself. His eyes follow the Christmas lights strewn across the wall you’re beside, until something catches his eye.
“Hey.” He nudges you. “Look what we’re under,” he says, pointing above to draw attention to the mistletoe neatly hung. He grabs your hand, smile growing mischievously as he asks, “shall we?”
“Well, if the mistletoe says we have to…” you kid, a smile growing as you grab his other hand and intertwine your fingers.
“You got a crush on me, or somethin’?” Sonic asks with a playful lilt to his voice, effortless charm still seeping through when he’s teasing you like this. You roll your eyes immediately.
“Sonic, we’re dating,” you answer in a bemused tone, making your partner hold back a snicker. He’s cruel for leaving you kissless like this, you think.
“So you do like me.” His grin turns cheekier, and your hands tighten their grip.
“I swear to Gaia if you don’t kiss me…”
“Alright alright,” he chuckles, leaning in to finally give you a sweet kiss that tastes faintly of hot chocolate. You savour the warmth from the gesture, smiling against his lips. “And, hey,” he starts once you pull away, “I have a crush on you, too,” he says, voice lowered conspiratorially like he’s sharing some big secret.
“I’d hope so!” You scoff, shoving him away at the slightest with a hand to his arm, though the smile on your face and tail swishing in contentment betray you.