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Love's Resistance	By : CearaIvory Category: +S through Z > Sonic Views: 1391 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Love’s Resistance
Four long green fingers pointed themselves at her and she found herself outside the Montclair Mansion. She looked about carefully for Swat-bots before sneaking up to the door. Habit made her ring the bell and wait for a few moments before she remembered that no one would be answering. Her mind ran back a few days before the fateful trial.

She knew she shouldn’t. He was a neutral in the fight but if she was caught here, he would be in danger too. But she couldn’t help it. She needed to see him.
Hidden in the bushes, wrapped in a shawl, her eyes darted hither and thither. On an official visit she would ring the intercom at the gate but she wanted absolutely no one to know anyone had been here. Instead, seeing the coast was clear, she dashed up to the door, staying in shadows as much as possible before she could ring the bell. As she waited for an answer, she kept her eyes peeled for any spies from either side.
Finally the door opened to reveal a smiling blonde mink. “Sonia,” he whispered. He would recognize her anywhere. Lovingly, he put his arms around her, kissing her passionately.
She returned the kiss, allowing him to pull her inside his home.

That was only one of several secret meetings they had shared but that it would be their last seemed almost cruel.
Shaking her head to push out the memory, she forced herself to enter the mansion.
The living room was a shambles, torn up from when he had been arrested. She went around the home, tidying up as she went so she didn’t have to think of how scared he must have been. Instead she thought about that night.

The kiss persisted as they entered the parlor.
“Oh my darling, I’ve missed you so much,” Bartleby told her as they came up for air.
She held him, her head on his chest. “Me too Bartleby. I can’t wait until this war is over and we can be together again.”
He caressed her hair and body, needing to feel as much of her as he could. “Why can’t we be together now? I want you Sonia. I want to marry you. I don’t want to hide how much I love you.”
“But if we’re together now, you’ll be a target for Robotnik. I don’t want to see you hurt because of my work in the Freedom Fighters,” she told him. “You know that.”
“Then leave the Freedom Fighters,” he pleaded with her. “Leave them and come back to me. I’ll talk to Robotnik. He won’t hurt you if I speak for you.”
She kissed him, taking his mind off the question. He knew she wouldn’t give up her resistance work. That was a foolish request indeed. “Let’s not think about that now. We’re together tonight, let’s make the best of it.”
He savored the taste of her lips on his. “Mmm yes, let’s...” his hand started finding its way to one of her perfect, round breasts, kneading it gently, lovingly.

She remembered how his hand felt on her fur and flesh as he removed her shirt and mini-skirt. She remembered him leading her back to his bedroom. It was a big bedroom with a large bed, still made perfectly. Just the way he liked it done in the morning. She slipped into the soft bed, noticing that it still faintly smelled of him. She rolled over looking up at the ceiling as she remembered the way he always laid her down in the bed.

Slowly, almost reverently, as though worshipping a goddess, he caressed her body with gentle hands, savoring the sensation of flesh on flesh, fur on fur.
“Oh my Sonia,” he whispered as he lay kisses upon every inch of her body. “My Sonia...how I love thee...let me count the ways.” His mouth spoke in between his worship of her body, his tongue enjoying the taste of her breasts.
She loved when he got romantic like this, reciting her favorite sonnet for her, and knowing he meant every line.”Mmm Bartleby...” She gripped the bed sheets, arching ever so slightly into his affections. “Yes...”
“I love thee to the depth and breadth and height, My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight,” he continued to whisper as his hands found the treasure between her legs, stroking her folds. “For the ends of being, and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of everyday's.”
Sonia moaned as his hand worked its magic on her lower body, dipping in and out of her, driving her to the brink. “Bartleby...Bartleby, I need you please...make love to me...” she pleaded.
The mink smiled down at her, kissing her as he positioned himself, thrusting his member deep inside with a single push. “Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right...” he panted as he loved her in the purest way a man can love a woman. “I love thee purely, as they turn from praise... I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.”
“Ahh Bartleby, Bartleby,” she moaned as he rolled his hips, pistoning his shaft in and out of her deeply, massaging her womb, sending her to realms of pleasure she never knew existed.
He kissed her mouth. “Mmm Sonia...I’m close...” he moaned. Normally he would pull out but something stopped him. He looked at her as he neared his undoing. “Sonia...”
She looked into his eyes, knowing what he wanted. She wanted it too. “Go ahead, Bartleby, inside...please...”
“Oh...” he moaned. “I shouldn’t...ahh...Sonia” But his body wouldn’t listen as he buried himself inside her. “Sonia!” The rush inside her sent her into oblivion, crying out his name as he filled her up. He collapsed on top of her, somehow still pouring his fluid into her womb. Panting, red with their activity, he looked into her beautiful eyes. He remained inside her, not wanting to break this most intimate connection just yet. “My Sonia...I love you so...Whatever happens I will always love you...”

She wept as she remembered those sweet loving words. She hadn’t understood why he was speaking with such finality then, but now it made all too much sense. Why he had wanted to share that joyous moment with her on that night. Why did it have to be first and last time? “Bartleby...please...wake me up. Tell me this is nothing more than a terrible nightmare.” She sat up as she noticed a picture frame on his nightstand. Curiously, she picked it up and coughed up another sob. It was them, the night he came to pick her up for the Debutante’s Ball.” (“I shall of course be by to escort my fair Sonia. I am no barbarian after all.”) She clutched it close to her. She pulled it back when her hand brushed against something. She looked at the back of the frame to see an envelope. It was addressed to her. Curiously, she opened it.
“My dearest Sonia, if you are reading this letter than I have been roboticized or perhaps even killed. Don’t ask how I knew it was coming, I just had a strange feeling that I should write this. Oh Sonia, my darling Sonia, I am dreadfully sorry to have left you alone, but you should know that no matter the manner of my death, you must not blame yourself. Your love was the greatest gift anyone could have given me. Loving you was the greatest accomplishment of my life, one of which I am justly proud. I was a very selfish man in life, as you well know. Growing up as a nobleman, it is hard to learn to love anyone else. From day 1, you are passed from servant to servant while your parents go off gallivanting to parties and banquets and business affairs. You are taught very quickly that if you do not love yourself, than no one shall love you at all. It was lonely. If we ever had children, I would not have wanted them to grow up that way. Then you came into my life and turned that lesson on its nose. You showed me what it means for someone to love you and how it feels to give that love in return. I am most grateful to you for teaching me that, for allowing me to love you. I have recently been to my solicitor and changed my will. You are the sole beneficiary of my estate. He will likely be trying to find you soon, it would be easier if he could find you here, to go over the legal details. It’s so airtight not even Robotnik can touch it unless he wants some very unhappy bureaucrats up his rather large arse. I know this will please your brother as I know he has wanted to take and sell many of my little knicky-knacks for some time. Tell him that he may do so with my blessing. I would have gladly given them to him before if it had been safe. I know it would have made you happy. My Sonia, my precious Sonia, all I have left to say is how much I love you and that could fill a couple of books. Let me just close then by saying; I love thee with a love I seemed to lose. With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.”
Sonia’s lip trembled. “Bartleby...I don’t want your stuff. I want you!” She fell to her side, facing away from the door, as her sobs renewed themselves en force. “Bartleby...Bartleby...” She buried her face in the blankets as she cried a torrent of tears.

Dingo entered the mansion, his gun at the ready just in case as Sleet always told him. He could tell already that someone had been there recently. The room was relatively clean and tidy despite the struggle that night. He wondered if it was Sonia or one of the Resistance. He knew it couldn’t be looters. A looter wouldn’t go about tidying the place. His sensitive ears sooned picked up the sound of weeping.
“Bartleby...I don’t want your stuff. I want you!”
That was Sonia. He put his gun away. He wouldn’t draw his gun on her, not ever again. But what should he do? He was ordered to bring her in if he found her and Sleet was adamant that they do as ordered so that they didn’t look suspicious. His role was to do as told while purposely bungling it up after all. Slowly he entered the bedroom and his eyes fell on the despondent girl. How he hated to hear her cry. That sound should not be coming from her, it just didn’t seem right.

Sonia opened her eyes as she sensed another body in the room. Her mind at first started playing tricks on her. This was Bartleby’s house, the only person it could be was...but her eyes saw the shadow covering her, dashing her briefly risen hopes. Intellectually, she knew she should run but her body wouldn’t cooperate.
“You’re here to take me to Robotnik, right...” she asked but didn’t let him answer. “Go ahead, I won’t run...I’m done running, I’m done fighting...” she trembled with the ache of her broken heart.
She expected the big orange creature to grab her and haul her off in chains, or possibly squeezing her like a plush toy as he liked to do. It didn’t happen. For several moments nothing happened. Then she felt the foot of the bed depress as he sat down. A comforting hand found her back. For the first time, someone was offering comfort without saying stupid cliches like, “I know how you feel.” She took it and just let herself cry.

AN: AFF version of this chapter. This is rated NC17, run away if you do not like that.
The reason she’s taking Dingo’s comfort so easily is as stated above, he’s not giving her silly platitudes like her brothers did or advice like the Oracle. He’s just letting her be sad, just letting her grieve and being there so she doesn’t have to grieve alone. Sometimes that’s what we really need when something happens. We just need to grieve.
How Do I Love Thee, is by Elizabeth Barret Browning. I do not own it.
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