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Your neck hurts. 

…the fuck? 

Grimacing, you roll over and bury your face into the pillow. Fucking morning. The worst time of day, honestly. You take in a deep breath, fully intending to avoid morning entirely and fall back asleep -after all, if your alarm doesn't go off, you don't have to be awake- when you suddenly notice a scent you never smell in your room. You pause, breathing in again. Hm? It smells a bit like...

…motor oil…?

Oh.

Realization smacks you hard in the face, and suddenly you're absolutely certain that you won't be falling back asleep. Ugh. With a small, annoyed groan, you open your eyes just a crack. Even through your blurry vision, you can instantly tell you're not in your room. You're not at BP and Guys house either.  That means… You open your eyes further, fully taking in the unfamiliar bedroom …I really fucked Sans. The memories come back like a slow, gentle wave, and you already feel your face heating up a bit. Damn. You clutch the pillow a bit harder, burying your face again.

Alright. So you had sex with Sans. That's not exactly too shocking, given everything that had already happened. You're not surprised or upset by it. No, you're just...taking it in, really. It was good too, something that you definitely wouldn't mind doing again. A soft, fluttery feeling begins to grow in your stomach as you lay there and think.

It takes you quite a few minutes of just breathing, lost in your own thoughts, before your senses fully click in to tell you something else: it's quiet. 

…

…

Turning your head, you look at the other side of the bed.

Empty.

…

You’re alone.

…

He probably just woke up before you and is moving around the apartment, right? Closing your eyes, you listen more intently for any sounds coming from the apartment your in. Nothing. That soft, nice feeling that had been growing inside you slowly begins to fade. 

Did he…just leave? 

Pushing yourself up into a sitting position, you stare blankly ahead. He left. He really fucking left. You're not entirely sure how you feel, just yet, but bubbles of bitterness and embarrassment start to form from deep inside you. I f he didn’t want me to sleep here, he should have fucking said. 

...

Maybe...maybe he's just really quiet? That last little bit of hope hanging on screams out at you not to flip entirely until you're absolutely sure. He wouldn't just do that...right?? Had you really been that wrong about everything, right down to the skeletons character?

...wouldn't be the first time. 

With a loud sigh, you begin to slide out of his bed. It's morning, if the annoyingly beautiful light streaming in from the window says anything. As with his apartment in general, his room is pretty normal. The only few bits of 'Sans' that you can see littered around are some tools and books on engineering on his dresser, and a jacket thrown over the corner of his half-opened door. You make your way over to the doorway and call out for him. "Sans?"

...

Silence. Your stomach drops. That…actual fuck. He really left. 

…

What do you do now? You look back into the bedroom, down at your clothes all wrinkled and messy on the floor. Honestly, a large portion of you just wants to leave. To grab your clothes and make the fucking walk of shame back to the resort before everyone else wakes up. Maybe you can save a little bit of dignity doing that.  But the other part of you, the stubborn, angry part, says fuck that. You're not doing a walk of shame. You're not ashamed of this, even if it didn't end in a way you had wanted hoped. 

Clenching your jaw, you make a decision. Walking over to your discarded clothes, you reach into your pants pocket and find a hair band, quickly throwing your hair up into some sort of bun. Once your hair is out of your face, you turn for his bathroom. It's only a few steps down the hallway, and you walk in, turning on the light. The first thing you do -naturally- is look at the mirror. 

"Oh that asshole." You grumble bitterly, reaching up to run a hand over your neck. You look like you have been fucking mauled. Your skin is marred in colours and intents from his teeth. This will take a while to fully heal, fuck. You do not have enough turtlenecks for this. Your fingers run over the spot where his teeth bit down, and a light pain radiates through your neck. You do it again. Fuck. It's not the physical pain that actually hurts, no, it's something a lot deeper. You stare at yourself in the mirror, annoyed expression desperately trying to cover the emotions you really feel. Anger to hide the feeling of...sadness that has been flowing through you the moment you realized you really were all alone. 

In the end, no expectations were really spoken of last night. You don't really have too much of a leg to stand on here. He never said he'd be here when you woke up, that this was anything other than a quick fuck. It was just you, stupid stupid you, that thought maybe this could be something other than that. Letting out a long breath, you turn away from the mirror and towards the little shelf where folded towels are. Picking one up -it has a bone pattern, something that probably would have made you laugh if you weren't already so sad- you're pleased to find that they are fucking giant and will wrap around you comfortably. Placing it on the counter, you head into the shower. 

If you turn the water on a bit hotter than you’d normally, it’s fine. You step into the stream and close your eyes, letting it run down your body. Honestly, you're not entirely sure how long you just stand there, letting your thoughts fall away as the water drips down your body, but eventually you have to move again. Opening your eyes, you look around, gaze focusing on the bottle of soap on the ledge. Picking it up, you pour an appropriate amount into your hand. Pause. You pour more into your hand. More. You only stop when you've dumped probably half of the previously full bottle into your hand. Hah. Fuck you, Sans. 

...definitely not your best 'revenge', but your heart isn't really in it. 

By the time you get out of the shower, your fingers are pruny. You step out, dry off, wrap the towel around you and head back towards his bedroom. It's still quiet, unnerving considering you assume you're really not meant to be here right now. Fuck that. Walking into his bedroom, you drop the towel carelessly on the ground and walk over to his closet. Yeah, you are not walking home in last nights crumpled clothes. After a few moments of browsing, you pick out a thick-looking red, turtleneck sweater of his and pull it on. As you expect, it goes down to your knees, almost like a oversized sweater dress. Perfect. 

Next step, coffee and food. You have no idea what Sans even has, but you're determined to not leave without something in your stomach. At least half-sufficiently dressed, you leave your towel on his floor and don't look back, heading out into the main area. Bypassing the living room, you head into the kitchen. It only takes you a moment to find his coffee. It's instant coffee, but you don't care. You grab a mug from one of the cabinets and scoop some of the coffee into it. Oh, does he have any milk? Moving over to the fridge, you open it and look inside. 

A whistle behind you.

You gasp, turning quick, holding up your mug as if it were some sort of weapon. 

…Sans?

He’s there in the kitchen, standing beside the small kitchen table, obviously checking you out, those eye lights scanning up and down your body. “now that’s a view to come home to.” His pleased expression falters as his eyes fall onto your shocked face and raised mug.  “uh, ya okay?"

…?? 

You stare at him in pure confusion. At first, you wonder if somehow he had been in the apartment the entire time, which really makes you feel a little crazy. Then it clicks that he likely just teleported back. Right. That makes more sense. Well...he doesn't seem angry that you're still here, or that you're in his kitchen wearing his clothes. So...where was he...? Your eyes fall on the bag and tray in his hands. “Is that…muffets?”

It's only then that he takes his eyes off you. “oh. yea.” Sans looks down. “figured ya’d need some actual caffeine and grub after…yanno.” He looks back up, grinning. "thought ya'd be in bed a lot longer tho."

"Oh." You blink a few times, finally lowering the mug back to the counter behind you. He...went to get coffee? Your still-uncaffeinated brain struggles to grapple with the various flip-flopping emotions you've had all morning. He was always coming back? Shoulders dropping, that hard knot of negative emotions that had formed in your chest starts to unfurl. "Uh, thanks." You respond simply, words failing you. 

“don’ mention it.” Sans mumbles, a bit awkwardly, and he turns to place the bag and tray on the kitchen table. Still reeling from the fucking emotional rollercoaster you've been unwillingly placed on this morning, you stay quiet as you walk up and look at what he brought. In the carry-out tray are two drinks, both with your names on the side. Your name has a little spider holding a heart design beside it from the barista, how cute. 

You grab your drink and take a sip, letting out a relieved sigh afterwards. Feeling a bit more stable, you turn to the skeleton. "Seriously, thanks." Thanks for coming back. Thanks for not leaving me alone. Thanks for not actually being an asshole. "I really needed the caffeine." 

He snorts. "i can tell by the way ya were raidin' my kitchen."

"Ah, sorry." You mumble, wincing as you look over at the mess you've made of his kitchen counters. You had been pretty upset when you were searching for coffee, so it's not like you really cared about putting anything back in it's rightful place. 

"nah, i don' fuckin' care, sweetheart." He responds, sitting down at a chair to take a drink of his own. Stars, that fucking nickname hits you like a runaway train after everything. Your shoulders finally drop, and the negative emotion finally begins to fade away. You collapse into the chair opposite Sans, just in time too, as the skeleton continues to speak. "soo, whats with the outfit?" He starts, eye lights once again scanning you with intent.

"It's your shirt." You mumble, feeling your cheeks start to warm under that gaze. Shit. "My clothes were wrinkled on the floor." 

"so ya decided to steal mine?" 

"Yup." The corner of your lips turn upwards. "It's pretty comfy, I might not give it back."

"keep it."

You blink. "What. Really?"

Sans shrugs. "sure, jus' a shirt." His grin ticks up, a lecherous expression coming over his face as he looks at you. "plus, ya look a lot better in it than i do."

"Shut up." You respond, rolling your eyes, but the smile on your face only grows wider. The two of you fall into a comfortable silence as you grab some of the food from the bag he brought. It's full of stuff you recognize and have had before -nothing made of spiders, thank fuck.

Soon enough both of you are eating, and the conversation starts to flow as if it never had any strain to start with. Should it be this easy? Probably not. Not when there are so many unanswered things between you. Not when neither of you are really bringing up what just happened in a tangible, real way. The two of you fall back into what you've always been, though you're not entirely sure how to feel about it. Of course, this is good in a way, you would have hated it if the awkwardness continued. It would have hurt to lose Sans as even a friend (is that what he is?) after all this. Stars, I'm so happy I didn't leave. You can just imagine the misunderstandings that would have developed from that. Damn. 

But then, the big question is what do you really want? Do you want to go back to how it always is? Do you want to end up in some sort of friends with benefits situation with him? The thought of that hits hard in your chest, and you have your answer. You look at the skeleton across the table, eating his breakfast sandwich, and just know. You don't want things to go back to normal. After all, this morning wouldn't have been so difficult if that was true. No. You want more than that. 

“Hey…Sans.” You start. This is it, you need to talk to him, you need to ask.

“yea?” He looks up at you.

…

"Were you really going to bring me breakfast in bed?"

His skull instantly turns a dark red, and he starts to stammer out half-baked denials. You laugh, maybe a bit too loud, maybe a bit too hard, and don't fight at all when he quickly changes the subject. 

I am a fucking coward.

“You're hopeless.”

"Ugh, I know!" You groan, flopping back onto your bed. Once settled, you look back down at your phone screen -now definitely at an unflattering angle- and ask. "So, what do I do now?"

BP sighs, the exhaustion evident in his face and tone. “When have you ever actually taken my advice?” 

“Rude.” You grumble, but find you can’t really say anything else there. In the end, he's right. If he had his way, you wouldn't have even spoken to Sans the other time. You wouldn't be in this predicament now. What a weird thought...

The two of you fall into a thoughtful silence for a few moments, before you hear another voice on his side of the video call. Its too muffled to understand any of the words, but BP looks over right away. He says your name, pauses to listen to the other voice, then says. "She fucked Sans."

“...holy shit.” Well, that certainly was audible. Just a few seconds later, BP disappears and the bunny monster pops onto the screen. He looks like he just came out of the shower. "How was it?"

"Fucking amazing." You respond quickly, grinning as you hear BP complain loudly in the background. "But I don't really know what to do now."

"Well, did you speak to him?" Guy asks. 

...ah fuck. You look away from the screen. He says your name.

“...no.” You finally grumble out.

Damn, the judging look on Guys' face actually rivals BP's. "Wow, Burgy was right." He says. "You are hopeless."

You gasp, corners of your lips twitching. "You too, Guy??"

The bunny monster breaks into a laugh, and you simply can't help but join in. After a moment, the laughter dies down, and you have to push through. "C'mon, look at you two, you're literally on vacation with your fiancé. You gotta have some tips for me here."

…

…

Clutching your phone a bit tighter, you nod. “...I think I do.”

“Well, fuck.” 

“Exactly.” 

The call falls back into a contemplative silence. You let it stand, simply breathing in the reality that you've ended up with where you're realizing you want a fucking relationship with Sans. What the fuck. In your phone screen, you can see the two of them looking at each other. It's like they're having some sort of conversation without speaking. ...there's no way monsters can do that, right? Or is it something that just comes from being together for a so long?

"You know..." Guys voice breaks you from your thought process. "...he still hasn't called in on the bet."

"What?"

"Everyone is bugging him about it, daily." The bunny continues. 

BP pipes in from the background. "It's fucking annoying." 

"Oh...uh...does he say anything?" You ask.

Guy huffs out a quick laugh."Yeah, he tells them to fuck off."

...

You're not entirely sure how to take that. "Why do they care so much?" You mumble.

"I'm not really...close to Sans." Guy starts. At first his words surprise you, but thinking back, you can't really think of any time the two monsters even conversed on their own. Huh. "But in every interaction I've ever had with him, he always came across as the type of guy to brag about something like this." He pauses. "It's...really weird that he's not, and I don't think we're the only ones picking up on it." 

Oh...You let that thought rattle around in your brain a bit, focusing again as Guy says your name. "You gotta actually talk to him." He says.

…

"I know." You respond, a small sigh escaping your lips.

Of course you know that. It's obvious, has been from the start. The hard thing is actually doing it. Maybe, if it wasn't for the misunderstanding this morning, you could have had a good opportunity, but after a morning feeling scorned and petty, and then almost attacking him with his own mug...the vibe just didn't feel right. So you let it go, had a surprisingly regular morning of joking around with the skeleton, and went home. 

Letting out a long breath, you burry your face in Sans' turtleneck -you didn't take it off, so what?- and your thoughts drift a bit. The moment you talk to him is the moment the two of you wont be able to go back to any sort of 'normal' that you enjoy now. It can't, right? So what happens if you talk and ruin everything? What if you talk and it doesn't go bad, and you live to regret it?

Ugh. 

Looking back up at your phone, you change the subject. "Okay, enough about me! Hows the trip? Hows Ebott?"

“Hey.”

You turn around at the familiar voice, gaze falling on the person on the other side of the desk. "Oh hey." You start, your gaze shifting over to the Burger Emporium. "Uh, shouldn't you...be in there?"

Chase just shrugs, leaning against the front desk. "There aren't any customers right now. I'll just keep an eye on the door."

“Well, it’s your job on the line, not mine.” You mumble under your breath, before your voice returns to normal. “So, what can I do for ya?”

“Oh, right!” He straightens up. “I wanted to invite you to a Halloween party!” 

You blink. “A Halloween party?”

“Yup.” He nods. "On the 31st at the apartment a few blocks over. You know, the one on Second?”

Thats even more confusing. If you're understanding right, thats the apartment that BP and Guy live in. A monster apartment. "What?" You ask. "But I thought monsters don't celebrate Halloween?"

Chase shrugs again. "I dunno about that, but when I spoke to Aaron about it he immediately wanted to host." A pause. "Something about 'wanting to get so fucking hammered he couldn't think of 'that bitch'." He uses finger quotes. 

Pfft, oh Shyren. Of course, that makes a bit more sense. You glance down at the calendar on the work computer. While you work the day of the 31st, you actually have the next day off. Incredible. "Well...yea, alright, sounds like fun." 

"Cool cool cool." Chase smiles widely. He opens his mouth as if to say something more, but your phone starts vibrating against the desk -shit, you forgot you left it there, and are suddenly really glad Chandace isn't around. 

"Oh shit, one second." After a quick glance around -still in the clear- you grab your phone and look at the screen, freezing when you see the contact. It's...Sans?  Swallowing nervously, you pick up the call. "Uh, hi." You whisper, deliberately looking away from Chase as you speak.

“hey doll.” That smooth deep voice rolls through the phone. “when’re ya off tonight?”

Something flutters deep in your stomach. Why does he want to know? You glance down at the clock. “Around three, why?”

“i got yer car.”

You blink. “Wait, what? You do?”

“i brought it to the shop on the corner of oak and york. ‘s called gersons.”

“Oh shit. Thank you.” Honestly, you had just kind of assumed that you would have to wait until you had a day off -and it has to be daytime, of course- to go figure out what to do with your car. You had just been hoping it wasn't towed or broken into in the meantime. 

“if it’s dark when ya leave, text me and i’ll come get ya.” He pauses. “don’t walk at night.”

You can't help the sharp intake of breath, a flash of that creature from the other night popping to the front of your mind. The creature had been haunting your nightmares for the last day or so. “Trust me, I won't.”

“good.” He mumbles, before a loud metallic sound on the other end of the phone makes him curse. “gotta go. see ya.”

“See ya.” You echo. Hanging up the call, you stare at the screen for a moment longer. 

“Who was that?” 

You look up at Chase -still here, huh- and shove your phone back into your pocket. “Just Sans.”

The man's eyebrows immediately rise. “What? The skeleton??”

“Yea.”

“The hell is he calling you about??”

And what's with the sudden attitude?? You narrow your eyes at Chase, feeling annoyance start to form in your chest. "My car had uh, issues the other night so its at the mechanics." You start, the lie rolling easily off your tongue. "He was just calling me to say it's ready." 

Honestly, you're not entirely sure why you haven't told anyone about the creature, not even to BP and Guy. Sans never exactly told you not too, but something inside you just screams to stay quiet about this. Who would you even report this too? The human police? Fuck no, you're not dealing with them anytime soon if you have any say in it. Undyne? Maybe...but if Sans isn't doing anything about this...what would she do?

You just feel like you're missing something important in this. 

"You went to his shop?" Chase asks.

"Well, yea, I wasn't going to drive all the way to Humanside in a broken car, and it's not like there's many in this area, you know, with the lack of cars and everything." You respond, before changing the topic. "Anyways, what are people wearing to the party?"

The two of you chat for a minute or two more, but eventually the Burger Emporium does get a customer. Chase leaves to go actually do his job, and you return to yours, carefully sliding your phone into your back pocket. Even if, hypothetically, a monster Halloween party is the most exciting news you've heard of recently, it's the fact that you're going to see Sans after work that has you in a weirdly happy mood the rest of your shift. 

While it's not exactly dark when you leave, it definitely will be soon enough. You walk out, the hair on the back of your neck standing up. The shadows are long, the light golden and soft. It's beautiful, but after the other night, it only fills you with stress. You find yourself on high alert as you walk through the streets, jumping at every sound and staring intently at any potential creature hiding spot. 

The shop is quite a bit away, and you breathe a loud sigh of relief when you turn the corner and find it. It's small and old, a bit run-down and looks a lot like a few 'mom and pop' mechanics you used to visit back home, a lifetime ago. The printed sign on the wooden door just says 'Gerson's' in plain, blocky writing. With the sky starting to darken, you quickly head inside. 

The little bell above the door jingles as you walk in, announcing your entrance into a completely empty lobby area. You send a quick text to Sans to let him know that you're here, and just start looking around. Honestly, if it wasn't for the echo flowers on the desk, it would look just like any other mechanics shop you've been in. It's remarkably brown, with green accents here and there. A few plaques you can't read are on the far wall, along with some picture frames. There's a door off to the side leading to what looks like some sort of workshop, and one at the back labeled 'manager'. 

“What are you doing here?!” A gruff voice. You look over, a bit surprised not only at the sudden voice but the angry tone. It's a...turtle monster? The monster stands near the now-open door at the back, levelling you with an annoyed look. 

“Um…” You stare back awkwardly. “I’m here for…my car?”

The turtle’s eyes widen. “Oh so you own that piece of shit.” You just stare at him, absolutely confused at why this turtle monster is suddenly going off on you. All you did was walk in, is that such a crime? 

“gerson back the fuck down.”

Your head snaps to the side, where Sans walks in from the other door. You let out a breath of relief at seeing him, taking a few quick steps closer. It's not that you think this old monster is going to do any physical damage to you, but being in such a small space with anyone who obviously doesn't want you there isn't exactly your idea of a fun time. 

“Why is a human here?!” The turtle monster snaps, still gesturing at you with his cane.

“because im looking at her car, fuck off.”

The turtle-Gerson apparently, damn- makes a surprised sound, looks at you and pulls a face you wouldn’t find out of place on BP. "I better not see that piece of shit back for a third time." He grumbles, before turning to walk away.

…a third time?? What? You glance over at Sans, but it doesn't seem like he's noticed the turtle's odd words, too busy flipping Gerson off. It's only once the turtle has disappeared, door slamming behind him, that he finally turns to you. 

“What’s his problem?” You can't help but ask.

“he's not a big fan of humans.”

“Oh.” You respond, glancing over at the now-closed managerial door, not entirely sure what else to say. On one hand, that sucks, on the other...you can't really blame him. You're just not used to seeing such openly hostile monsters. Looking back at Sans, you continue. "So, uh, you have my car?"

“i still gotta do the work on it.” Sans grumbles, rubbing at his forehead with his forearm. “busy as fuck today.”

"Oh, yea, that's fine." You nod instantly, before his words catch up with you. "Wait, how? Monsters can't drive." There's no way that many cars need repairs.

"it's not just-" He pauses, shaking his head. “follow me.”

You follow slowly behind him as Sans leads you through the door to where you assume the work is actually done. The moment the door opens, you're hit by the smell of metal and oil, and scraping and beeping sounds you really can't place. The inside is...well...wow. It's definitely not a mechanics shop, or at least, not once you have ever been in before. Sure, aesthetically it matches the general theme, but yours is the only even slightly car-looking machine in here. You...don't even know what any of the other machines are. Woah.

The skeleton leads you closer to your car, and starts to explain the problem. He makes it sound easy, but honestly, the explanation goes a bit over your head. By the time he rolls up his sleeves and starts to get to work, you're completely lost. Still, you feel weird just...hanging around. "Uh, is there anything I can do to help?" You ask.

Sans lets out a sharp laugh -rude- and you resist the urge to flip him off. “nah. stay over there. this wont take long.”

He's right, in the end. It doesn't take too long, maybe an hour at most. You pull up one of the metal chairs near the wall closer, and spend the time watching him work. It's surprisingly entertaining. Without much to do with your hands, and him too busy with his for anything, the only thing the two of you can do is talk...and well, you're both pretty good at that. It's full of banter, snarky at times, with neither of you ever backing down on a point. It's fun. It's normal.

That part of you that couldn't help but worry that things would eventually turn strained or awkward between you starts to unclench. It's nice to know that what happened wasn't the absolute turning point in your...whatever you are, with Sans. Of course, Guy's words remain in the back of your mind, like he's screaming at you to talk to the guy every few minutes. You say nothing. 

The light fully fades away outside, and the autumn night begins. It's not too long after the sky turns fully dark that Sans stands up and closes the hood of your car. You watch as he lets out a deep breath, rubbing away some sweat on his forehead with his forearm.

Fuck, that's...attractive. Damnit. 

You blink that thought away as he turns to you. "right, that'll do it." He says. 

"Seriously, thanks." You repeat, standing up. "How much do I owe you for it?" It's gonna hurt, but there's no way around it. You really don't think Sans will give you anything but a fair price, so it's probably the best you can ask for. 

“nuthin’”

You look up, surprised eyes looking at him. “What?” Did he...not understand the question?

“two.”

Huh? “Wait-” 

His grin ticks up. “ten.” 

… 

“Sans.” You deadpan. "Be serious."

He chuckles. “don’t worry ‘bout it, doll.”

“But I-”

“now go, i got more work to do before i close shop for the night.” Sans cuts you off, looking out a nearby window. “it’s dark. yer car should make it back without problem, but call me if ya need.” He pauses. "actually, text me when yer back either way."

You stare up at him as he speaks, mouth slightly open in surprise. Is he really just…not letting you pay? Did he really do all of that, and isn't going to ask for anything?? Stars, and apparently he still has other work to do. 

…

…

Fuck it. 

“Can I stay?”

It’s finally his turn to look confused. He looks back at you, raising an eyebrow bone. “what? why?”

“I don’t know, to keep you company?” You shrug, smiling. “It’s kinda fun to watch you actually work for once.” 

Sans stares at you for a moment, before shaking his head disbelievingly. “uh, okay? if ya want. dunno what you'll get from being here tho."

So, you pick up the metal chair and follow him to his next project, a machine you have definitely never seen before. You place the chair down nearby and sit down, gesturing at him to get started when he pauses. The skeleton still looks extremely skeptical of you, and of this situation, but resumes his work nonetheless. 

"So..." You start, after a moment. "Whats this thing do?"

"uh...ya really wanna know?" He looks at you. You nod. "this is a part of a..."

Evening fully turns into nighttime in the shop. You follow Sans from machine to machine, asking questions and grabbing tools when asked. Gerson closes up after a bit, a weird look on his face, leaving just the two of you there. Despite having no idea about -or no natural interest in- the machines he's working on, the pure passion that Sans has as he talks about his work is enough to keep your interest. There still isn't any awkwardness at all, and you find yourself actually able to actually relax. It really is almost like nothing even happened between the two of you. You don't hesitate to joke with Sans, or call him out on anything stupid he says. He gives it back just as quickly, and the overall mood in the shop is one of laughter and comfort. 

Of course, it isn't all easy. Occasionally he'll say something that just...hits differently after everything. Jokes about his dick size or his ability in bed just can't make you roll your eyes and brush him off easily when you know he's fucking right. They aren't necessarily anything different than he'd say before but, you definitely take them a lot harder. A slow tension starts to build in the air around you, an addition so natural to that happy and comfortable atmosphere that you don't even realize it until its too late. 

Eventually though, everything has to end. You're standing up, only a few feet away from Sans as he finishes the lsat of his work. The conversation at this point has naturally shifted to work complaints, a topic anyone who works with the public is happy to bitch about. He's in the middle of complaining about a supplier in Humanside who oddly wont speak to anyone but him. Apparently, if Gerson calls, the representative they work with just...don't send anything they need. On one hand, you can't imagine the surly turtle is anything but nice to the human on the other side of the phone, on the other hand...Sans is definitely one of the more intimidating monsters. 

Bolstered by the mood, your thoughts slip out of your mouth easily. "Maybe it's your voice." 

...

When you don't get an immediate respond, you look over at him. He's staring at you as he rubs his hands off on a cloth, ruby eye lights glimmering. “what’dya mean my voice?”

Oh. Shit. You didn’t really plan for that to be anything but a passing comment. “Uh, well…” You stumble. “You have a nice voice.”

An eyebrow bone raises. "i do?”

...okay, maybe you've backed yourself into a bit of a corner here. The air in the room begins to grow thick. "I mean, yea." You nod, glancing away. "Objectively it's uh deep...and smooth...and..." You start rambling a bit. "...I assume they probably think its...sexy or something." Smooth.

“ya think my voice is sexy?”

Yup, of course he narrowed in on that. "I mean..." You turn back to face him, words absolutely freezing as you realize he's suddenly a lot closer than before. That large monster is now maybe a foot away, staring down at you. It might have done something to you before, but now...you know exactly what that body is capable of. You swallow. "Shut up."

Sans looks down from above you, smug as all shit, with a knowing glint in his eyes. It shouldn't be attractive.  It really really shouldn't, but the way your cheeks begin to warm says you are anything but unaffected. Those eye lights scan down up and down your body, and his grin ticks up. You have no idea what could possibly get that response, you're still dressed in your MTT Uniform after all, but it still sends another wave of squirmy warmth through your body. 

Then his eyes dart to your lips, and you know exactly what you're doing when you tilt your head up. In the end, you’re not entirely sure who moves first. Maybe you both did, at the same time. All you know is that your lips are on him, a large hand is winding its way around your back, and heat is pooling in your stomach.

Your back presses against your car, and he's on you. 

And the night passes.

So, that's how you end up in a situationship with Sans. 

Great. Cool. That's exactly what you wanted. 

To say you spend the next week mentally hitting yourself would be an understatement. You had two fucking times -literally, lol- to bite the bullet and have an actual conversation, and you chickened out both times. It feels like you're constantly digging yourself into a bigger hole with every conversation you don't have. Its so fucking frustrating. You know you need to do this, but the fear of ruining everything holds you back every time.

It doesn't help that your conversations with the skeleton have definitely taken a turn for the overtly sexual. You can't even deny it anymore. The two of you don't actually meet up again, but that doesn't seem to even matter that much to your active imagination. It doesn't help that it's not just flirting, not for you. You've begrudgingly come to the realization that you really like this fucking skeleton. Fuck. 

But things are easy now. So fucking easy. Do you give that up? You could, probably, stay how you are for a long time. You could let it be, have fun while you can, and not make anything too serious. It's probably the safer choice. 

It's kind of funny, that despite both BP and Guy warning you about Sans, both of them actually encourage you to talk to the skeleton. Stars, you probably annoyed them too much on their vacation by calling to vent, but their perspective is really important to you on this. You've made the wrong choice before, and while you've worked hard to leave your past truly behind and forge a new path for yourself, you can't help but worry that you're going to fall into the same thing again. After all, you didn't see any red flags last time, whats to say you wont miss them again? Well, no. That's a difference here, his red-flags are fully on display. Sans is huge, strong, an asshole, admittedly dangerous and has killed before. That's sort of the definition of a red-flag, right? 

Ugh. You roll over in bed and slam your face down into your pillow. Stars, what do you see in him?

...

Well...there are some good things too. Memories flash in your mind, each one sending a wave of warmth through your body. In the end, this dangerous, asshole skeleton has every reason to either dislike you. You didn't exactly aim to endear yourself to him from the get-go. And yet, somehow, despite all your snarking and arguing, he's become...well...this. Someone you know you can rely on. Someone who is upfront about who and what they are. Someone you can have fun with, laugh and tease, and feel entirely safe with. 

With a sigh, you roll back over to face the ceiling. Shit, you're just going around in circles. You need to make a decision, and stick by it.

...somehow. 

“Shit, it feels good to be around humans again.”

You blink, looking over. “Huh? In what way?”

“Oh you know.” Chase says vaguely, gesturing around at the various other humans walking through the parking lot.

Hm. You look around. “I guess…?” 

The two of you walk through the parking lot and enter the Ghost Halloween pop-up store. You pause in the doorway for a second to look around. Somehow, despite the fact that this store didn’t exist a month ago, it feels nostalgic in a way you didn’t expect. You remember coming here every year as a kid, and sometimes even with him for your yearly decorations. It was always a fun time. With a small smile, the two of you head further inside.

Though...you can't help but feel as if some of these decorations you've taken for granted since you were a kid now feel...a bit insensitive. You stare at a life-sized skeleton decoration obviously posed scandalously by a previous customer and feel extremely weird. Swallowing, you push aside any stray thoughts and continue on your way to the costume section.

Its October 30th, the day before the party, and the costumes are obviously picked through. It took a while before you and Chase both had time off together to go. By now, BP and Guy are back from their trip -it was amazing- and things with Sans haven't exactly cooled down at all. While you haven't seen him since the night at the Gerson's, you know he's planning to show up for the party tomorrow. 

It's your chance. To do what? You have no idea. 

The two of you start browsing the costumes together, naturally splitting up after a few minutes. Ugh. You knew it would be slim pickings the night before Halloween, but why do so many of the remaining ones in your size have to be 'sexy' versions? You snort a bit as you walk passed a few 'sexy vegetable' costumes, before you find one that fully makes you pause. 

Oh. Oh thats...that's funny.  

Checking to make sure no-one is watching, you grab the packet and hold it close. Even if you don't get it, the picture is worth trying it on. Stars, you can just imagine the look on Sans' face. 

...

You freeze, an idea popping into your mind. A truly, absolutely devious idea. 

Oh fuck yes. 



Looking around, you find a few packets in your size and head over to the dressing rooms. There's a small line, so you shift your weight back and forth a few times as you wait. After a few minutes, a tired-looking employee leads you to a dressing room. Once in, you close the fabric 'door' and start getting changed into the first outfit. It's practically just a right yellow tube top with letters on it, and short shorts.

You look at yourself, and can't help but laugh a bit. Sexy fucking mustard. Who came up with this shit? Still giggling, you pull out your phone. 

[You]: hey! u busy?

The response comes only a few moments later.

[Sans]: at work

You can feel your grin tick up. Fucking perfect.

[You]: i want ur opinion on something

Holding up the phone to the mirror, you pose a bit, quality check the photo and send it over. 

The three dots start, stop, start again, stop again. Your grin widens. While he decides what to say, you put the phone down and quickly change into your next outfit. Once you're done, he has responded. 

[Sans]: wtf is that

[Sans]: is that mustard???

Ugh, maybe you should have shown him it in person. Or asked if someone would take a video or something. As it is, you can only really imagine his actual reaction. 

[You]: What about this one?

This time, you take a moment to pose a bit sexier than last time. 

Fuck its even better.  Who would have thought you'd be a damn good sexy nurse? Your grin is wide as you watch those three dots dance again, sending one more teasing message.

[You]: I can’t decide

Instead of waiting, you quickly change into your next outfit: sexy cheerleader. You barely manage to get the costume on before your phone vibrates. Picking it up, you're unable to hide the teasing tone in your voice. "Hey, what's up?"

"where are ya?"

You press your lips together, immediately noticing the gravelly undertone of his voice. Oh yeah, the photos definitely effected him. "I'm in Humanside." You say, keeping your voice quiet. "I'm trying on costumes for the party tomorrow. What do you think?"

"yer wearin' that to the party?" He says, deep voice a bit strained in your ear. 

"Mm, maybe." You hum, glancing at yourself in the mirror. "I have another option, wanna see?" You hear his breath hitch, but you don't give him time to answer. You take a photo, and text him it. You can tell the moment he sees it from the groan that comes through the phone. 

Eventually, he mumbles out. “yer gonna regret that.”

“Oh yea?” You respond, sending another photo. 

"fuck." He says. "next time i see ya i'm gonna-" and the phone goes dead. Surprised, you look down at the phone to see it disconnected. What was that?

[Sans]: didn't mean to hang up

You can't help but laugh.

"Um, do you need any help?" A new, unfamiliar voice breaks you from the little 'bubble' you're in. You blink, before recognizing the voice as the tired-employee from outside the change room. Right.

"I'm good!" You call out, before something else pops into your mind. You turn and lean around the curtain. 

"Actually, can you help me find something in this size that has a bit more...material?" You ask.

They give you a small, polite smile. "Sure." 

“Awe, you guys look perfect.” You giggle, stepping backwards.

The monsters in front of you glance at each other, looking incredibly confused. “We have no idea what we are.”

“Yeah, I figured.” You sigh. “There weren’t many options that would fit you guys anyways. Just know, for the night, I’m going to be calling both of you Ken, okay?”

“Ken?” Guy asks.

"You got it." You smile, using finger guns. "We'll watch the movie sometime. You guys look great anyways, so just have a fun time with it!" When the two still seem a bit uncertain, you continue. "Awe, c'mon, I always could have gone a lot sexier with it. This is pretty damn tame." Honestly, even with Guys bare chest, both are pretty damn covered for a Halloween party. 

BP' looks over your costume, judgement evident in his expression. “Like yours?” 

“What can I say?” Your smile ticks up into a grin. “I know what I’m after tonight."

“Gross.” He mumbles. Guy bursts out into a laugh beside him.

You laugh too. While you didn't get any of the costumes you sent Sans -though the sexy mustard was tempting- you ended up picking up what you think is probably the best possible costume. You hadn't even seen it the first time you looked around, but rather on another person in the changeroom. You saw it, and instantly knew it was it:  a sexy skeleton. Absolutely perfect.

Honestly, it's a pretty cheap costume. Just an extremely low cut and short dress with a skeleton body on it and fishnet stockings. While it has way more coverage than any of the other 'sexy' costumes you tried on...you have a feeling it'll still work well for your pan. What is your plan? Well, its half-baked and has no real end goal. The plan is simple, to get under Sans' skin (metaphorically of course) at the party. What happens after that? You have no idea. You just hope its enough to actually push things forward a bit .

The three of you head out not long after, and ride the elevator to Aarons floor. The party is apparently already going strong by the time you all arrive. You can hear the music blasting through his apartment and down the hall. It’s something that would never fly in any place you’ve lived before but, well, you’d bet almost everyone who lived in the hall are at the party anyways. 

You walk in after your two friends, looking around. There are already a lot of monsters packed into the apartment, dancing or chatting amongst each other. The main lights are low, with mood lighting coming from somewhere you can’t immediately see. 

Despite all of that, somehow your eyes find him first. Sans. You lock eyes with him across the room, where he’s leaning against a wall and talking to a monster you don’t know. Or…he was talking to the other monster. Now you have a strong feeling that something else might have stolen all of his attention. The dark lights make it obvious when his eyes scan your body. 

A small shiver goes up your back at the attention. When his eyes once again land on yours, you give him a grin and wave, but don’t head over. Instead you turn away, and follow your friends further into the party. It’s only a moment later that your phone vibrates in your hand. You look at the message on your screen and can’t help but laugh. 

[Sans]: ya didn’t show me that one

[You]: what? you don’t like surprises?

Looking up from your phone, you realize the three of you have entered the kitchen. BP and Guy immediately head over to the extremely impressive lineup of monster alcohol that Aaron has on his counter. 

Speaking of the merhorse, he appears in the corner of your vision. A wolf whistle is your only warning before a bulky arm slinks over your shoulder and pulls you into a -too hot- side hug. "Daaaaamn dame, what a outfit!" He leans down and whispers. "I bet someone is gonna be happy about that one, huh?"

...does Aaron know??? The fuck???

“Hey Aaron.” You mumble, turning your head up to face him. It's an awkward angle. “What the hell are you dressed as??”

The merhorse laughs. “Not a clue, babe.”

"Don't call me that." You respond. Finally, he lets you go, and as he moves away you see he is wearing some sort or toga. 

“He’s Julius Caesar, I think.” Chase walks into the kitchen, dressed fully in that cowboy costume he showed you earlier. “The packet just said ‘roman soldier’.”

“Who cares?” Aaron shrugs. “It looks good, and it's easy to take off, if you know what I mean." The monster wiggles his eyebrows at you, grin stretching across his face at your unimpressed look. 

"Oh yea? You're looking to score tonight?" Chase pipes in.

"Absolutely dude! I can't let a body like this go to waste!" Aaron flexes. "What about you, Chase-man?" What a nickname.  

"Uh, I mean. Maybe." Chase glances around, awkwardly, before landing on you. You just shrug, not entirely sure how to get him out of this situation either.

Aaron slaps his shoulder hard. "Pfft, you'll get no pussy with words like that, dude! Be confident! Be manly!"

Oh god. This bro-conversation is definitely too much while you're sober. Luckily, a cup appears in front of your face just a moment later. You blink at it for a moment, before following the furry arm holding it up to BP. "Here." The cat monster says. You take the drink form him, looking up as BP steps closer. “Don’t drink whatever that asshole gives you.”

“Hey!” Aaron's head snaps towards the two of you, and he actually looks offended. “I wouldn’t do anything to the dame-”

“I meant that your drinks are definitely too much for a human." BP clarifies. "How many have you mixed together already?"

You can practically see the emotion leave the merhorse's body. "...yeah, alright. Fair enough." With that, he turns back to hassling Chase. 

With a small thankful smile at BP, you take a sip of the drink. It tastes amazing, and you feel a little bit of pride growing in your chest when you immediately tell it's fire alcohol. 

Aaron can throw a fun party, you'll give him that.

The best sort of vibe -the one where everyone just wants to drink, laugh, and have fun- permeates his apartments. Monsters of all shapes and sizes chat amongst themselves, play drinking games or dance on the make-shift dancefloor in the livingroom. A few are already making out, butt hat's not really unique to this party. You look at them, smile, and move on.

The drink that BP made for you started hitting a few moments after you begun drinking it -the cat monster apparently poured a bit heavier than normal- and it only seemed to elevate your mood even more. Chase, who had somehow only drank human alcohol up to this point despite living in Monstertown, was absolutely amazed as the magic started to flow through your veins. It was fun to watch, and nice to be in on the moment for once. You did offer him a bit to try, but he was hesitant and said he'd stick with the stuff he knew for now. 

You realize pretty quickly that you actually know most of the monsters here; either you've seen them at the resort, or Monstermart, or just around town. It surprisingly doesn't feel like you are in a room full of strangers. It's nice. Huh. So, you chat with the people you know, laugh with your friends, and overall just have a really really good time. 

The only thing that manages to split through your haze of fun is the constant feeling that someone is watching you. You felt it from the first moment you stepped into the apartment, only stopping whenever you make your way into the kitchen. While you -with difficulty- don't look over, you know exactly who is watching you. Every time you manage to ignore the pressing need to look over at him, and with every mouth-watering text sent your way, the anticipation in your body grows stronger. It's like a rubber band, pulling tight. 

But eventually, you're ready for it to snap. You feel your phone vibrate in your bra, and press your lips together. Yeah, lets do this. Taking a big sip of your drink, you tap on Guy's shoulder to get his attention. "Hey!" You call out. The bunny monster looks down at you. "I think I'm gonna go try to mess with Sans." 

Guy's eyes widen at your words, knowing immediately where your mind is going. He glances up at the skeleton, before back down at you. "Alright, uh, have fun!" 

You grin. "I plan to."

With that, you turn and start to make your way through the crowd. It doesn't take too long, the apartment isn't exactly huge. As you get closer, he finally comes into view. He seems to already know where you are, his eye lights staring at your exposed skin as you walk up. Stars, it makes you feel warmer than the alcohol ever could.

“Hey!” You smile, leaning up against the wall beside him, feigning nonchalance. “Nice ‘asshole skeleton’ costume. Really on point.”

Sans rolls his eye lights. “ha fuckin’ ha.” He says, taking a sip of his drink.

...This is where you probably should say something, but you wait. 

"so, uh, where'd you get, uh...that costume?" 

There it is.

Your smile grows. "I thought it would be fun to match." With one hand, you gesture down at your outfit. "What...don't like it?" 

His mouth opens, snaps shuts, opens again. "i didn't say that." His voice is mysteriously a bit strained.

Yup, you got him. Even now, when he's trying to act all fucking unbothered...you can see his eye lights move up and down your body every few seconds. "Hm, glad to hear it." You say, voice maybe a bit smug. "So, I don't think I've seen you even move since I got here."

“ ‘m not a dancer.” He responds, taking another sip of his drink. 

“No?” You lean a bit closer. “You sure were watching the dancefloor like you wanted to be on it.” A pause, and the words just slip out. “Or…did you want to be on something else out there?” At your words, he finally fully turns to face you, surprised. He obviously wasn't expecting you to be that forward. Shit, you weren't really expecting yourself to be so forward either. The alcohol must really be hitting, you don't even feel a bit embarrassed of that one. 

Before he can respond, you hold out your drink. “Can you hold this for a moment?” 

Sans does easily, a slightly confused look on his skull at the sudden change of subject. Then you take the opportunity to bend over to adjust your fishnets, and you can feel your short dress hike up in the back. You hear a sharp intake of breath behind you, and desperately hold back a laugh. Sure, you really needed to adjust them a bit...but you definitely played it up here. After a moment, you stand up, turning back to him. “Thanks.” You grin.

“yer playin’ a dangerous game, sweetheart.” He practically growls, eyes glancing down at your chest as you 'fix' the top of your costume. 

Shrugging, you reach out to take your drink back from him. "You know I play to win." You look up at him. "I've told you before, I don't fuck losers." 

The change at your words is immediate. It's like his very being sharpens, eye lights darkening. Oh. Oh fuck. You feel heat start to coil up deep in your core at the look he's giving you. Realizing you need some space right away before you do something even more stupid right here, you simply blow him an exaggerated kiss and turn to head towards the dancefloor. 

Or well, that was the plan anyways, but the moment you step away, magic worms its way round your waist and pulls you backwards into him until your back makes contact with his chest. “i don’t plan to lose.” He says, voice deep and dark in your ear. Your breath hitches as a hand slides onto your basically-bare thigh, sliding higher. You swallow hard, and it's like the entire party fades away as you focus on the hand slowly sliding to where you want it most.

Then, suddenly, he leans away, and gently pushes you forward into the crowd. 

...what??!

Suddenly thrusted back into reality, you turn back to face that smug-ass expression. Oh that absolute dick. Sure, you might be a bit of a hypocrite, but you just can’t help but flip him off as you walk back into the party. He only grins more, returning the gesture, and somehow that just makes everything worse. Shit. 

The first person you come across first is Chase. "Come with me, I need another drink." Grabbing his arm, you pull him with you to the kitchen. You can hear him laughing, allowing himself to be dragged behind you. You only let go once the two of you enter the kitchen, and you head straight over to the impressive lineup of monster alcohol, contemplating your next decision. 

After a moment, Chase steps up beside you. "So, what's gotten into you?"

You open your mouth, but pause. Right. Chase doesn't know about the whole Sans situation. "I just...need another drink." A shitty response, truly, but you're at a loss of what to say. Luckily, the other human only hums, and doesn't press further. He watches as you start pouring a mix of fire and ice alcohol into your cup. Once you're relatively confident in your pour, you close the bottles and step back. 

"Want me to make you one?" You ask. "I'm pretty good at judging the amounts by now."

"Nah, I'm good." He shakes the cup in his hand. You shrug, and take a sip of yours. 

The two of you remain in the kitchen for the next few minutes, chatting until you feel like you've cooled down enough. Monsters come and go in the meantime, and you continue to slowly sip away at your drink. Some sort of drinking game starts on the other side of the island, and quickly the kitchen starts to feel a bit too crowded. Chase and you head back out to the livingroom, and immediately you can feel the heavy weight of Sans' gaze back on you. This time though, it's not just you that noticed. 

"Uh, hey." Chase mumbles, leaning a bit closer to you. "That skeleton has been staring at you all night."

"...what?" You reply simply, unsure as what really to say. "Nah. It's probably a coincidence or something." Stars, you really really don't want to have this discussion with him right now. 

Chase says your name, and you finally give in and look over. "It’s creepy." He insists.

'Creepy' definitely makes your back straighten. "He's not creepy." You respond, a bit sharper than you probably would have otherwise. The humans expression turns very surprised at the sudden tone change in your voice. "Sans is a good guy, don't worry."

He definitely doesn't believe you. "Just...be careful around him, okay?" 

Ugh. You roll your eyes, annoyance slipping into something a bit more harsh in your chest. "Honestly, Chase, it's fine." When it looks like he's going to continue down this extremely rude conversation, you quickly change the subject. "Do you want to talk, or do you want to go dance?"

The surprise on his face turns a bit lighter. Then he smiles. "Yeah, okay. Lets dance!" 

Luckily, there's more than enough monsters already there. The two of you move to the makeshift dancefloor, and you spend the next while dancing with not just Chase, but Aaron, Guy and a few other monsters. You sing along along with any songs you know, pull out every stupid dance-move in your arsenal with Aaron, and scheme with Guy to get BP dancing. You only manage to drag the cat monster out once -and it was way way more Guy than you- and the man still doesn't really 'dance', just stands there bobbing slightly to the music, but it's enough.

Your smile is wide and free, lighter than it's been in a long long time. Every now and again, in the corner of your eyes, you can see those two red lights staring at you, almost predatorily. You feel a bit like you're playing with fire, it's intoxicating. 

A hand on your waist stops your turn. What? 

Looking down, you immediately notice the distinctly-not-bony hand on you, and your expression drops. Oh. You tense, feeling him move in a bit closer to you. Shit. Wincing, you reach over to pull Chase's hand off of you. Turning to face him, you internally plan how to best deal with this immediately. You need to be blunt enough that he doesn't think you're 'playing hard to get' or anything like that, but you also don't want to be too mean...

But any words that you might have said don't make it out of your lips as you see the expression on his face. Huh? He doesn't look awkward, or regretful, or smug, or any sort of expression you'd expect from this situation. No, he looks scared. But not of you. Chase is pale, eyes wide, his head angled to look...far above your head. 

Ah. Immediately you know exactly who is standing behind you. 

You swing back around to face him, smile already in place. “Heyy Sans-” Your words stop suddenly as you actually see the look on the skeletons face. Breath catching in your throat, you stare upwards as those eye sockets narrow, red lights focused solely on you. His grin is dark, sharp and wicked, shark-like teeth almost glimmering in the odd lighting of the party. 

Well, shit, he looks like he wants to fucking eat you. If this wasn’t Sans, you’d be scared, but you already know exactly the intent behind that expression.

Fuck

Mouth open slightly, you naturally take a small step backwards. Sans is faster, a large arm quickly catching you around the waist. In one smooth movement, your feet leave the floor as he hauls you over a broad shoulder. Your world spins around you and it takes a full few seconds for you to finally catch up to what happened. Once it does, your hands immediately fist in the back of his jacket. 

“Sans! What the fuck!” You call out, kicking your legs out. “Put me down!”

His only response is hand hits your ass. Hard. You yelp, face immediately turning red. What the fuck?! The hand doesn’t move. No, it settles on your ass, both keeping you from falling face-first into the floor and holding down your dress so you’re not flashing the entire party. A nice thought, maybe, but you’re not in any mindset to appreciate it. You kick once more, until you realize that in your movements, one of Sans finger is starting to slip a little too close to a place you definitely don't want touched in public. You freeze immediately, feeling rather than hearing the skeletons chuckle as you finally admit defeat. 

Sans turns to leave, and as he does you find yourself face-to-face with Chase again. The human looks absolutely horrified at the situation happening in front of him. His huge eyes look between you and the back of Sans skull a few times, and you can see his hands clenching into fists at his sides. Oh. Oh shit. Suddenly, you get the feeling that he's about to do something really really stupid. 

“I’m okay!” You try to call out over the music. At your words, Chase looks back at you. You let go of Sans' jacket with one hand to give him a thumbs up. "All good!" Well, that certainly feels a little weird to say, given the situation, but you really don't know what else to say. 

The other human gives you a 'are you fucking kidding me???' look, but thankfully stays still and quiet as Sans walks away. Other monsters have obviously noticed by now, and your face feels unbearably red as you watch them elbow their friends, pointing at you and grinning. Aaron locks eyes with you and lets out a loud cheer before chugging his drink. From your now-impressive height, you manage to find BP and Guy off to the side. The bunny monster gives you a cheeky smile and a thumbs up, and BP just shakes his head.

This is so much more public than you would have hoped, shit. You're actually happy when the two of you finally exit the party, and the door closes behind you. The moment the two of you are alone in the hallway, you feel the familiar sensation of Sans shortcutting. Your eyes quickly close, only opening them again when you feel the world righting itself again. 

You only get a second to notice the now-familiar sight of Sans bedroom before you are thrown onto the bed. You let out a surprised 'oof' sound, bouncing for just a second before Sans' weight is over you, pressing you down hard into the mattress. A bony hand gathers your wrists above your head, grip tight but not painful. 

“Fucking hell, Sans.” You mumble, your voice deepening at the end. “What the fuck was that?” Finally, you're able to see him again, and your breath catches in your throat. 

The skeleton is above you, expression smug and full of intent. His free hand slides slowly over the curve of your waist, lightly down your stomach to your thigh. “told ya that ya’d regret it.”

…

You stare straight up at him, raising an eyebrow with a challenging grin. "I don't regret anything yet." You start. "Guess you gotta try harder." 

Sans eyes widen, before that grin ticks up delightedly. “stars, the fuckin’ mouth on ya.” He almost growls. The hand on your leg begins to slide under your dress, tracing patters in the innermost part of your thigh, before heading straight for your core. You breathe in sharply as he slowly begins to rub you through your underwear. 

“ya wanna know what i was thinkin’ tonight?” He continues, leaning forward. “the moment ya walked in i wanted ta tear that fuckin’ dress off ya. fuck ya right up against the wall for everyone to see.”

“Shit…” You groan deeply, leaning your head back.

His hand finally snakes inside your underwear to wear you want him the most, rubbing against your folds. “heh, feels good, huh?”

Becoming unable to formulate a real thought, you simply nod, breathing heavily. It's absolutely fucking weird, how hot the thought of him just tearing off your dress got you, but you just can't find it in yourself to care right now. A moment later, his finger curls inside of you, and you lose all thoughts except: Holy fuck. How does this feel so fucking good? You roll your hips against his finger, breath closer to a moan. 

Of course he stops then. The asshole. You let out a -kinda pathetic, really- whiny sound as his hand leaves you to rest on your thigh.

“jus’ hold on, doll” Sans chuckles above you, finally letting go of your hands to bring both of his down to you. He sits back, one hand pushing up your dress and the other pulling down your underwear and fishnets. You lift your butt to help him, spreading your legs wide once you can. 

Honestly, from the way the monster had been speaking, you really thought you knew what to expect. You had spent the entire night -and days leading up to it, truly- teasing the guy, for fucks sake. The point had been to push him until the point that he cracks, and it happened. So you look at the ceiling, and brace yourself for a rough and fun time. 

But what presses against you isn't blunt like you expect. You blink, looking down, surprised to see only his eyes -still somehow looking smug as fuck- looking up at you from between your legs. What is he...? 

Oh. “Sans…” You whisper.

“keep sayin’ it, sweetheart.” He huffs out a laugh, right against you, before his tongue slides into your folds.

Holy fuck. 

If you thought his fingers were good, they’re nothing compared to that fucking impossible tongue. He starts out slow, testing and curious, and quickly figures out what makes you gasp the loudest. In mere moments, your hands are clutching tight in his bedsheets as you squirm wildly against his face. Fuck, it's so damn incredible. You moan out his name, arching back off the bed. 

Everything blurs together as the pleasure builds, and your hands leave the bedsheets to reach down and grab the top of his skull. "Sans I'm gonna-" You gasp, feeling his laugh right against you as you cum. Vision going white, words you don't hear leave your lips, and you collapse back onto the bed, breathing heavily. 

...

"not so mouthy now, huh?" At his voice, you manage to look down -wanting to glare at his tone, but absolutely not having that in you right now- and your breath catches as you see him, still between your thighs, tongue lighting along his teeth. Thats...so ridiculously hot...what the fuck. 

Hah, you had been right about him wanting to eat you.

“Shut up.” You mumble, voice breathy as your body slowly returns to normal. Prying one hand from where it's ended up clenched place in the bedsheets, you beckon him forward. “Come here.”

Sans follows your instructions, climbing back over your body until he's close enough for you to grab his skull and pull him down into a kiss. The skeleton seems a bit surprised at first, but quickly starts reciprocating. A few moments later, the two of you separate to breathe. “you’re so fuckin’ hot.” He mumbles.

“Right back at ya, bonehead.” You reply with a grin. His eye sockets widen, and he gives you a look you can't quite decipher. Finally though, you've caught your breath, and you're not about to let the momentum fade. Leaning up on your elbows, you speak. "Alright, your turn."

"uh, what."

"C'mon." You say. "What, don't want me to?"

"fuck yea i want-" He starts speaking quickly, but pauses. "but...ya don't gotta if ya-" 

“Sans.” You start. “Shush, I want to.”

He just looks at you, those red eye lights you like so much scanning every expression on your face, before be finally seems to get it into his thick fucking skull that you're actually telling the truth. Of course, you're a bit nervous, but that's normal. It's been a while since you've wanted to do something like this. "yea, yeah okay." He sits up, and with one hand pushes down his pants. You push yourself up too, staring at the glow of crimson as his dick becomes visible. Right, he's fucking huge. How are you gonna...? Maybe you didn't really think the logistics through enough. 

Swallowing, you glance back up at Sans, locking eyes with him. "Uh, what do I...what do I do to make you feel good too?" You ask. It feels a bit funny to ask, but you'd rather not take any chances here. Sure, you've done this before...but not exactly with a magic dick -what a thought- so you're a bit more cautious. 

Sans reaches forward, gently grabbing your hand and pulling it closer to him. His grip is light, and you have the feeling you could pull away at any time. You don't, and soon enough your hand touches him. Both of you breathe in sharply as your hand encloses around him -well, as much as it can- near the tip. Damn, it feels...softer than you would have expected. There's also a slight almost staticky feeling. Is that the magic? Huh. Experimentally, you rub your thumb slowly over the head. Sans immediately shudders, letting out a deep moan above you. 

Wow, it feels...kinda powerful, to make someone like him literally shudder in your grasp. A bit of confidence grows in you. Still, you take your time, moving your hand slowly. Sans breathes heavily above you, deep voice cursing quietly. Like in the party, you can feel his gaze on you, but you don't look up. Instead, you watch that red glow shine between your fingertips, and can't help but wonder at the fact that this magic is him. 

After a few minutes, you finally glance up at him, locking eyes. Oh, you didn't expect that. Honestly, you thought he'd be looking at your hand, not at your face. His eye lights are wide again, a bit fuzzy at the sides. Suddenly, you're very aware that he's not going to push for anything else. If this is it, he's happy with it. Something about that really makes your next decision easy. 

With only one quick moment of hesitation, you lean forward to press a kiss to the tip. Sans breathes in sharply, his entire body jerking. "f-fuck, sweethear-" His words are cut off by a sudden, loud curse as in one slow, smooth moment you lean down and take him as far as you can. One of his hands unclench from the bed to reach towards you, and for a brief second you worry, but his hand only gently rests on your head. He doesn't hold you there or push you any further, in fact, the scrape of his fingers on your skull feels amazing. 

You set a slow, careful place, taking extra care to ensure you don't accidentally take any more than you can. His hips jerk, but not enough that you ever choke. That staticky, tingly feeling of magic that you had on your hands spreads to your lips and tongue, and doesn't feel bad at all.

Suddenly, Sans lets out a moan, and says. "stop."

You immediately freeze, slowly pulling off of his dick to look up at him. "Good?" You try to ask, though your voice warbles a bit and doesn't come out too strong. 

"fuckin' hell, sweetheart." He groans. The hand on your head slips forward, cupping your face as a thumb rubs against your lips. "ya, yer good at that." He pauses, and that surprisingly soft expression turns sharp again. "now lay down so i can fuck yer brains out."

A laugh bursts out of you. "Wow, how romantic." You joke, fully sitting up and reaching up to pull your dress off -the cheap Ghost Halloween costume didn't even have a zipper. You kind of expect Sans to do the same, but as you unclip your bra, you become very aware that he hasn't so much as moved. He's just staring at you, specifically your chest as your breasts become available. Flattering, but you're very much on a mission right now. "Sans? Nothing is gonna happen if you're still in that sweater and jacket."

He's naked in record time, and you find yourself giggling as he gently pushes you onto your back. Your head hits the pillow, and you immediately feel a hand on your breast, squeezing lightly, before talented fingers find your nipple. You let out a small sound, reaching your own hands up to run along his ribs. With his other hand busy holding himself up, his mouth goes for your neck. You can't help but let out a huff of a laugh. 

"What's with you and biting me?" You ask, feeling his grin tick up against you. 

"everyone's gonna know." He says, hand leaving your nipple to slide down over your curves to your waist. "that fuckin' cowboy isn't gonna try shit with you ever again."

You blink, confused. Cowboy? It takes you a minute to realize that he's talking about chase. You grin. "What, jealous?"

The only response you get is a bite to your neck, just hard enough that you know exactly what type of bruise you'll be wearing tomorrow. You let the question go unanswered, clutching at his ribs. 

It doesn't take long until you feel the blunt tip of him against you. There is only time for one deep, shared breath, before he pushes into you. You gasp at the feeling of fullness, and he grabs at your thigh, pulling you even closer to him to sink deeper. The two of you had been remarkably talkative the entire time, but neither of you have any words as Sans starts moving.

He quickly picks up to a brutal pace, and it's just what you want and need. You moan out his name, clutching onto him tight as he moves. His hands feel like they are everywhere at once, on your breasts, your sides, your thighs, waves of pleasure radiating out from each touch. Your hands touch anything you can reach, finding what makes him moan the loudest and continuing that. The world around you begins to blur, nothing important except for the two of you right here.

The heat that started in your stomach builds up slowly, but it still takes you by surprise when you reach your second climax of the night, moaning loudly as you close your eyes, your body clenching around him. It's enough, apparently, to pull him over with you. Sans moans your name, deep and gravelly, into your ear as heat spills inside of you. 

The two of you collapse together. For what feels like a long time, the two of you lay there with laboured breaths and fuzzy thoughts. When you finally come back to yourself, Sans is still on you, his weight pressing you down into the bed. He's disappeared from inside of you, which still is a bit odd to feel, but definitely better that that overstimulating pulling feeling. 

“Were you really jealous?” You mumble, running a hand down a rib-bone absently. 

“of the fuckin’ cowboy?” He scoffs against your neck.  “no.”

…

“Damn.” You let out a slightly shaky breath. “That sucks.”

“hm?”

“I was really hoping you were jealous.”

A pause, and then Sans pushes himself up on his elbows above you, staring down. “what. really?”

Looking up into his eye lights, you swallow, heart beating loud in your chest. “Yea.”

…

Breathe in

...

Breathe out

...

This is it, huh?

"Sans...I like you, a lot. Somehow." Fuck, you have to look away. The words are still so damn hard. And it's like...totally okay if it's not mutual." You pause. "Shit, uh, maybe this isn't the best time to say anything, and if this is just about the bet I get it, and -"

“the bet?”

The interruption pulls you from your rambling. You finally look back at him. “O-oh yea, the bet about who can fuck a human first.”

“who told ya about that?” The corner of his mouth droops.

“...well...the uh..." You wince a bit. "...morning after...the concert in Ebott...I woke up and your phone just kept buzzing." Oh no, this is so fucking awkward. "I didn't mean to snoop, really, I just wanted to turn it off." You pause. Shit, you're starting to ramble again. "I saw the groupchat."

You can practically see the pieces connect in Sans mind. “so that’s why you ran away?”

“Well…yea.” You nod slightly. “That and I called your brother a papaya.”

“fuck, that was amazing." His grin returns. "i haven't seen pap that flustered since he was a babybones.” He laughs, falling to the side beside you. “i’m not fuckin’ ya for a bet.”

Oh?...oh. You take in a breath. “Uh, that's good.”

A large arm wraps around your middle, pulling you into him on the bed. It lets go for a moment, just long enough for you to adjust your position so your back is against his chest, and for him to pull the duvet over you both. Then the arm is back, holding you firmly against him. Its comfortable, much more than it should be with a skeleton, but you don't question it. Not right now.

You can't really think of anything else, really. Not after all that. Not after you just admitted that you liked him. Yup, that's enough to keep your tipsy, tired mind absolutely occupied. It takes a while for your mind and body to calm down from that, really. The two of you lay there in silence, your eyelids finally beginning to droop, when...

“hey...i, uh..." His deep voice mumbles into your ear. "i like ya too.” 

Your eyes open wide, and you stare blankly ahead at the wall. 

A smile forms on your face.