You sat on the couch, legs crossed, lipstick in hand. Sonic squirmed in the seat across from you, a cocky smile tugging at his lips though the hint of red growing on his cheeks wasn’t from the lipstick.

“Hold still,” you said, lifting his chin with two fingers. “You lost the bet. This is happening.”

Sonic huffed dramatically. “I thought we wer racing, not playing for my dignity.”