You'd been minding your own business at the government facility you'd been stationed in, laser-focused on finishing a drone. The door to your lab clicked and a familiar pair of footsteps made a beeline for your desk.

"Agent Stone," you said, glancing up. "I thought you'd never make it."

Stone was holding two coffee cups. One cup, your cup, had a heart drawn on it in Sharpie. You'd originally expected to hate Robotnik's lapdog when moving in, but you'd found the cunning little agent to be very enticing.

Stone blushed faintly, "I brought you a latte." You put down your tools and stood up. The lids were off, revealing the adorable latte art he'd drawn in the foam. You carefully took both cups and sat them down. And before Stone could ask what you were doing, you kissed him.

The kiss was slow, absent of lust. Just pure affection as your mouth molded against his. After you pulled away for air, his lips parted. "Wh.. what was that for?"

"You were made to be kissed," you murmured, brushing your thumb along his bottom lip. "Often and well."