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Poor Anna and Saint, can't get a moment of privacy, not even from Stanley
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Saint and Anna sat quietly in front of the living room television. Both their parents were away for the weekend, and in Knuckles' absence, Saint had offered to stay over on Angel Island to help Stanley and Anna guard the Master Emerald. Because potential enemies with designs on the Master Emerald were now few and far bewteen, however, he and Anna had decided instead to allow themselves some quality time together. On this particular evening, they had rented one of Anna's favourite romantic films, "Flames of Passion", about a growing relationship between a tomboyish young firefighter and a self-doubting post-graduate.
"Great movie choice, Anna," Saint commented softly as he wrapped a gentle arm around Anna, who nodded in reply.
They both watched as the young man limped out of the charred building, with the firefighter supporting him on her shoulder. The movie then cut to the interior of a hospital, where he expressed his gratitude to her for saving his life, and explained to her how lonely his life had been before they had met. The young firefighter gingerly took a bandaged hand in hers, and told him how sorry she was to hear it - and then, they both leaned into each other and kissed.
Saint glanced curiously into Anna's eyes, and saw a longing gaze in them. He didn't need to ask what she was thinking - the look of her eyes and the light red flush of her cheeks spoke very much for itself, and truth be told, he was thinking the same thing. "Should we...?" he wondered.
Anna started to look rather doubtful. "I dunno, Saint," she replied uneasily. "My parents...they might not..." but she was unable to finish, overwhelmed as she was with passion and desire.
"We won't tell," soothed Saint, his own emotions overcoming him. Both he and Anna closed their eyes as he slowly leaned towards her, gently stroking her hair while Anna rubbed his back. As their lips met, they could feel their hearts beating faster and the magic of that moment pulsing through their bodies. But barely had Saint begun to deepen their kiss when he felt something nudge his arm, causing him to break lip contact abruptly before glancing round the room.
Anna slowly opened her eyes, confused. "Saint, are you alright?"
"Sorry, Anna," replied Saint. "I thought you were moving."
"That wasn't you?"
Saint opened his mouth to affirm that it wasn't, but before he could say anything, Stanley seemed to jump out at them. "Annie, can I play too?" he asked boisterously.
Neither Saint nor Anna could reply. They just stared at each other, goggle-eyed and pink-faced with shock - and when eventually they did manage to say anything, their embarrassed shrieks could probably have been heard from the other side of the planet!!

Description
Poor Anna and Saint, can't get a moment of privacy, not even from Stanley
~
Story by :

Saint and Anna sat quietly in front of the living room television. Both their parents were away for the weekend, and in Knuckles' absence, Saint had offered to stay over on Angel Island to help Stanley and Anna guard the Master Emerald. Because potential enemies with designs on the Master Emerald were now few and far bewteen, however, he and Anna had decided instead to allow themselves some quality time together. On this particular evening, they had rented one of Anna's favourite romantic films, "Flames of Passion", about a growing relationship between a tomboyish young firefighter and a self-doubting post-graduate.
"Great movie choice, Anna," Saint commented softly as he wrapped a gentle arm around Anna, who nodded in reply.
They both watched as the young man limped out of the charred building, with the firefighter supporting him on her shoulder. The movie then cut to the interior of a hospital, where he expressed his gratitude to her for saving his life, and explained to her how lonely his life had been before they had met. The young firefighter gingerly took a bandaged hand in hers, and told him how sorry she was to hear it - and then, they both leaned into each other and kissed.
Saint glanced curiously into Anna's eyes, and saw a longing gaze in them. He didn't need to ask what she was thinking - the look of her eyes and the light red flush of her cheeks spoke very much for itself, and truth be told, he was thinking the same thing. "Should we...?" he wondered.
Anna started to look rather doubtful. "I dunno, Saint," she replied uneasily. "My parents...they might not..." but she was unable to finish, overwhelmed as she was with passion and desire.
"We won't tell," soothed Saint, his own emotions overcoming him. Both he and Anna closed their eyes as he slowly leaned towards her, gently stroking her hair while Anna rubbed his back. As their lips met, they could feel their hearts beating faster and the magic of that moment pulsing through their bodies. But barely had Saint begun to deepen their kiss when he felt something nudge his arm, causing him to break lip contact abruptly before glancing round the room.
Anna slowly opened her eyes, confused. "Saint, are you alright?"
"Sorry, Anna," replied Saint. "I thought you were moving."
"That wasn't you?"
Saint opened his mouth to affirm that it wasn't, but before he could say anything, Stanley seemed to jump out at them. "Annie, can I play too?" he asked boisterously.
Neither Saint nor Anna could reply. They just stared at each other, goggle-eyed and pink-faced with shock - and when eventually they did manage to say anything, their embarrassed shrieks could probably have been heard from the other side of the planet!!