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Wind blows through the open window, making the thin curtains whirl in place. Soft music played thru the small record player sat on the outer shelf of the windowsill. Of course, it was better than any other record player, seeing as Robotnik needed every machine in this house to be beyond exceptional. Swaying from foot to foot, I hum in sync with the melody while washing the dishes in the sink. My focus is fully set on scrubbing food remnants that cling to a plate while Robotnik sneaks behind me without my notice.
Settling his hands on my hips, Robotnik leans into the curve of my neck. Comforting warmth emits from his body, drawing me into his hold. Robotnik’s breath is prominent against my bare neck, his soft lips slowly trailing kisses up from the collar of my shirt to behind my ear.
“Dance with me, my dear.” he breathes out.
The words are barely audible but still linger in the air. I grin at his sweet offer, turning slowly in his hold to look into his bright eyes. He shines with a manic bliss, like a man who just won the lottery. After years of working beside Robotnik I’ve learned- not to understand- but to accept these small outbursts of rapport. Robotnik’s hands still rest on my waist, my body pushed flat against the counter. I lean back slightly, our faces only inches away while resting my palms on his shoulders.
“I thought you’d never ask,” I say, pushing his chest slightly till we gravitate to the center of the kitchen.
A new song begins on the record, a slow, sweet sound. I trail one of my arms around his neck, slowly twirling some of his hair in my fingers. The other hand is holding onto his eased fist. We begin to sway in the same spot, a certain calmness and solidarity resting in the air around us. We move in sync at every step, as one, a well-practiced art. Anyone other people might be able to copy the rhythm, step in the same pattern as us, and mimic every movement, but no one could imitate the blending of us dancing as partners. An aura of confidentiality lingers between us at all times, a showing of not only solidarity but that we can look at each other and see ourselves.
Resting my head in the crook of his neck, I relax fully into his embrace. I plant a soft kiss at the collar of his cotton shirt. Then another, slightly higher. Then another. I slowly trail my lips up against his warm skin. His jaw twists up to give me more margin to work with, and I take the chance to defile him with my mark without hesitation. My cadence slows, only slightly, as our lips reach closer together. I touch the corner of his mouth with my lips, only to stop for a second, to relish in our closeness. Warmth radiates from his body all over. Drowning me in his presence- as he typically does with anyone, but right now- right here it's different. He’s gentle; while holding me against his chest and hands wrapped around me, holding us close.
Our lips entangle. Both of us press harder into the kiss, him grabbing my waist, and gripping my shirt; I, holding the back of his head, pulling him in by his neck. The craving to not only share our lives together as lovers but to share our being in fullness. To share out nastiest scars as one, to leave no room for others between us, to experience entire togetherness without interruptions from the complications of mindless humans. As he pulls away for a breath I pull him closer- a genius like him can figure out how to breathe thru his nose. A subtle smile phantoms Robotnik’s face. No words need to be said between us, an understanding of each other's affection is subconsciously implanted in our minds.