Monopoly
When Sans parked the Buick back outside of Grillby’s he turned to Frisk to tell her that they were home again, only to find that she was asleep in the passenger seat next to him. Sans smiled to himself, guess she had warn herself out playing in the river.
Sans debated if he should wake her up. He could just bring her upstairs with him through his short cuts, but Sans shook his head at the idea. That might be pushing the line a little too far, plus the last time he had brought her along for the ride she had ended up with quite the nasty stomach ache. It also wasn’t all that late out yet, the sun was just now starting to set. Frisk probably only needed a little power nap anyway. Sans poked her gently on the shoulder instead. Slowly began to rouse before immediately straightening up.
“Sorry.” She murmured as she rubbed at her eyes. Sans only chuckled and shrugged.
“Don’t worry about it.” He replied.
“Thanks for today.” Frisk then said shyly, before she moved to open the car door. “I had fun.”
“Anytime.” Sans said.
“So… will I see you upstairs?” Frisk asked and he nodded along.
“Yeah Paps might be home so if you don’t mind maybe change first before you come by for dinner.” Sans suggested. “I’m gonna spend a little bit of time down in the bar just so he doesn’t think we were out together.”
“Ok.” Frisk said. “Well, I’ll see you later.” She then moved to shimmy out of her seat, but quickly turned and placed another peck to his cheek. Sans startled, again not expecting it. Frisk was out the door before he could attempt to return the gesture.
He smiled to himself as he sat alone in the car for a few minutes, making sure to give enough of a buffer between his and Frisk’s appearances in the bar. He could still feel the lingering warmth of her lips on his cheekbone. Heh, it looked he was going to have to get used to this new little habit of hers as it seemed that it was one that was going to stick around, not that he minded in the slightest.
When enough time had passed Sans pulled himself out of the driver’s seat and sauntered his way into the tavern he took to his usual seat at the bar top before flagging Grillby over for a drink.
“Heya pal, just gimme a double of the best bathtub gin you got in house.” He said, shooting Grillby with a wink. The flame elemental raised an eyebrow at his skeletal friend’s apparent good mood as he poured him his drink.
“Had a good day I take it?” Grillby asked presenting Sans with his beverage of choice. Sans only shrugged.”
“You could say that.” He replied taking a sip. Grillby cocked his head to the side in interest but didn’t continue to question as he knew that if Sans wasn’t talking then it was most likely something that he couldn’t talk about, probably relating to his work.
“Well I’m glad that things are starting to turn in your favor.” He said simply as he returned to polishing glassware.
Sans nodded in return, before he continued to sit and enjoy the relaxing atmosphere of the bar while he nursed his drink. He found that his good mood didn’t peter off either as he struck up conversations with the other patrons and comrades present in the tavern that evening. He even ran into the sad lengthy ghost monster that had been playing at the piano a few weeks back and he managed to cox a smile out of him.
It was a good night, and Sans found himself relishing in the feeling. It had been such a long while since he had last had a good night. That is until a tall regal figure rested her furry white hand on his shoulder.
“Sans?” Toriel questioned, and Sans almost spit out his mouthful of gin in surprise.
“Ms. Tori!” He coughed as he quickly fixed what he hoped was a convincing grin across his skull. “What uh, brings you here?”
“I’m so sorry, I did not mean to startle you.” She said apologetically, but Sans waved off her concern.
“It’s fine, no trouble honest.” He replied nervously. “Eh, so what can I help you with?” Toriel took a seat next to him before bowing her head ashamedly.
“Well I was hoping to see Frisk this evening, but it turned out that she was out for the day, and when I saw you here I thought that I should.” She paused and fumbled with her hands for a moment. “I ….wanted to tell you that I am sorry Sans.” She said as she continued looking glumly down at the bar top. Sans eyed her quizzically.
“Sorry? Sorry for what?” He asked.
“I should not have put such pressure on you when I requested that you discourage Frisk’s feelings. It was not right of me.” Toriel began to explain, and Sans’ sockets widened in surprise as he also felt a guilty swell form in his soul.
“Uh, Ms. Tori you really don’t have to apologize…” He began to protest.
“But I do Sans, I am Frisk’s mother not you, and it is my job to talk to her about these things not yours. It was extremely out of line for me to come to you about this.” Toriel continued cutting him off. “I suppose I was just too afraid to confront her myself … I haven’t exactly done what is best for her in the past, and I was afraid that if I overstepped my boundaries she may shut me out completely. Oh what a mess I have made.”
Sans just continued to sit quietly, taking another sip of his drink while trying to drown the incredibly awful awkward feeling forming in his metaphorical gut. Awe jeez, there went his good mood. He sighed.
“I think I will go up and talk to her right away.” Toriel then said straightening up. “I will handle this Sans like I should have from the beginning, you no longer have to worry.”
Sans stiffened as he reached out to stop Toriel before she could stand from her seat, because he did have to worry, he had to worry an awful lot. But before he could say anything, another louder and angrier voice cut through the crowded bar.
“So, you finally showed your face huh?” Undyne growled as she made her way forward.
Everyone else was silent as their attention was drawn toward the impending conflict that was sparking and currently threatening to explode as Undyne starred down at the former first lady of the Pansies. Toriel retained her regal composer as she stood from her seat, not intimated in the slightest by the underboss’s heated venomous glare.
“Hello Undyne, it has been awhile.” She greeted calmly.
Undyne only sneered and bared her sharp teeth in response. Sans felt like he had somehow suddenly stepped into a war zone even though he hadn’t even moved from his seat. God dammit, all he had wanted was a drink and a relaxing evening before he had to start his hunt for Gaster was that really too much to ask?
“Heya Undyne.” Sans said, clearing his throat to try and diffuse the building tension. “Fancy seeing you here on a week night, shouldn’t you be-.”
“Zip it shorty.” Undyne shot without even looking at him. Sans was stunned into silence. Shorty. She had called him shorty, really? Toriel sighed un-amused.
“Undyne I do not think that this is neither the place nor the time for this.” She said.
“To damn bad!” Undyne cut in. “Because I’ve been looking for you, and now that I’ve found you in Grillby’s no less, I can’t help but think that this is the perfect stage for you to pay for what you’ve done in front of every Pansy member present!”
Quiet murmurs began to sound as the crowd continued to form around Toriel, Sans, and Undyne. Sans eyed his surroundings nervously. It looked like everyone was waiting for a show. Grillby had even picked up his metal bat in an attempt at a warning to not get rowdy. He even let off a brief serge of his own magic coating the bat in fire, but Sans knew that the flame elemental could do little to stop the Pansy’s underboss at this point. Even if this was his bar, she wouldn’t listen to him.
“So…” Undyne continued as she began to close the distance between herself and Toriel. “Are you ready to answer for your actions?” She questioned before forming a threatening teal spear in her awaiting hand. Sans readied his magic. He didn’t like this, Undyne looked serious about letting lose.
“Undyne, I’m warning you to back off here.” He cautioned. “You know that Asgore wouldn’t want this.”
“I already told you Sans, stay out of this!” She snapped back. “She has to pay for what she did to him, for what she did to all of us! She left us, the Pansies almost disappeared thanks to her!”
The murmuring of the crowd seemed to swell at Undyne’s words, and Sans shifted his sockets around the group. It seems that many of the Pansy members present resonated with what she had said. They all were getting sucked in by her anger. Sans grit his teeth, forming a large femur bone in anticipation to hold of the forming mob.
“It is alright Sans.” Toriel then said, still maintaining her calm and authoritative aura as purple flames formed in her hands. “I believe that this has been a long time coming, and if this is truly what you want child.” Toriel continued, fixing Undyne in her steady gaze. "Then I will not deny you." Undyne smirked.
“Good no longer running away and hiding I see, just you and me one on one.” She said, making sure that she made her message clear to the surrounding crowd that no one was to interfere.
“What the hell is going on here!?” An angry and confused voice sounded from the stairway. Everyone turned to the voice that had cut through the building tension to see Frisk standing on the steps back in her trousers and vest with a very concerned look on her face when she saw Toriel and Undyne inches away from each other’s throats. She had heard the ruckus when she was making her way back over to the skeleton brothers apartment.
“Nothing to see here punk, go upstairs where you won’t get hurt.” Undyne said without sparing Frisk so much as a glance.
“Yes please Fr-, uh child. This matter does not concern you.” Toriel added, though she sounded much more worried then Undyne did. Frisk ignored both of their warnings as she stormed down the stairs and pushed her way through the crowd, before placing herself right between the both of them.
“Hey what the hell did I just say punk?!” Undyne demanded, fixing her with a confused glare. Toriel snuffed out her flames.
“Ch - child please, this is not at all safe!” She cautioned. Frisk frowned and grounded her stance in the middle of the two quarreling monsters.
Sans felt a nervous flutter in his soul. Oh he did not like this one little bit. Frisk had just put herself in the very center of everything again. Sans felt his magic grow anxious, reacting to his strummed nerves. This girl was really going to be the death of him if she kept up with this sort of dangerous attitude.
“I’m not just going to stand by and watch you two rip each other apart! Undyne why are you threatening her?!” She asked. Undyne clamped her pointed teeth tightly.
“This has nothing to do with you human!” She bellowed. “This is a fight for the justice of the Pansies! She left us, all of us, right when we needed her most! You have no right to interfere!” Frisk bristled at her comment. Her soul flared with determination at Undyne’s furious challenge.
“It has everything to do with me!” Frisk shot back. “Did you forget that I am also a Pansy member?” Undyne faltered a little bit, but she grounded herself in her rage once again.
“This was before your time with us!” She responded sternly.
“Child please, step away.” Toriel begged, but Frisk did not listen. She was not going to go through this again. She was not going to lose Toriel, or Sans or Undyne to some stupid past event that didn’t matter anymore.
“Even so I will not just stand here as you threaten my mother!” She shouted angrily.
A heavy silence then swept over the crowd. Toriel stiffened and looked around at all of the monsters surrounding her human daughter. Sans deadpanned in disbelief that Frisk had deliberately let that most important secret slip in a room full of her monster comrades, and Undyne’s angry eyes widened in surprised confusion, her resolve distinguished.
“Wh – what?” She said simply.
“You heard me.” Frisk continued. “I’m the reason why she came back, so if you’re mad then be mad with me to.”
Whispers immediately sprung up, surrounding the central group as the crowd started to discuss the topic at hand. Sans stiffened, hearing a few unsavory remarks, and Toriel wrung her hands together nervously. Frisk remained rigid, not paying the spectators any attention as she continued to stare at Undyne who still seemed confused.
“She’s your mother?” Undyne then asked, much to everyone’s surprise.
“Yes.” Frisk answered.
“Explain.” Undyne demanded.
“She saved me.” Frisk stated. “She took me off of the streets when I had no one else. If it wasn’t for her then I probably would have starved or worse. She gave me a home and a family.” Undyne’s fierce eyes seemed to soften as Frisk said those words which were almost all too familiar. She lowered her weapon before straightening up.
“That so.” She said before she cleared her throat. “Well then I guess that changes things.” Undyne then shifted her stare back to Toriel, who had now walked forward and placed her hands on Frisk’s shoulders protectively.
“I still don’t like what you did.” She said harshly. “But I’m not about to go fighting the squirt over you either, so consider yourself off the hook for now.”
And with that Undyne allowed her weapon to completely dissolve, before she turned away and sauntered over to the exit, declaring the fight over. The rest of the crowd dissipated shortly after, going back to their previous positions scattered about the bar. Sans still kept a wary eye socket out in case anyone got any wise ideas. His nervous magic had still not yet settled either. When he turned back to Frisk, he was surprised to find that she was completely engulfed in Toriel’s worried smothering embrace.
“Frisk you foolish child, putting yourself at risk like that! You had me so worried!” Toriel blubbered.
“Mom, please stop, not in the bar, people are here.” Frisk protested as she tried to wiggle free from Toriel’s crushing hug.
“I will do no such thing.” Toriel argued as she continued to nuzzle her daughter trapped in her hold.
Sans shoulders drooped in relief at the touching display. It looked like they had managed to dodge another bullet. He could also hear a few of the other patrons snickering teasingly at Frisk who continued to blush in embarrassment when she heard them laughing g at her.
It took a while for Toriel to finally release Frisk and calm down. Frisk had to explain in detail how she knew she wasn’t in any real danger because Undyne was actually a close friend of hers. The news was quiet shocking to Toriel to say the least, but after spending a little time in the bar it seemed that almost every monster present regarded Frisk as a fellow member of the Pansies, and also in some cases as a friend.
Toriel ended up staying for dinner at Frisks invitation, and Papyrus was of course delighted to be catering to such an esteemed guest. The food was really good to as Papyrus had kept his promise about topping his last creation. All in all it was a nice evening, but Sans found that he just couldn’t enjoy himself fully. He couldn’t help but feel just a little bit jilted.
Perhaps he was being selfish, but He had kind of hoped to be able to get in just a little bit more quality time with Frisk before he had to go back to pretending like he and her weren’t anything other than friends. However, it looked like his allotted time away from reality was up, as he begrudgingly shifted back into character again. He contributed to the conversation, even threw out a few puns much to his brothers dismay and Toriel’s delight. It was just like every other evening and he played his part flawlessly.
After dinner Toriel bid the brothers and Frisk farewell. She patted Frisk’s hair fondly, before placing a kiss to her forehead.
“My brave girl.” She mused, looking at Frisk with a smile. “It seems that even I have underestimated you. You have made some good friends here.” She continued proudly.
“Thanks mama.” Frisk said, beaming back at her before falling into one more final embrace for the evening.
Frisk waved goodbye as Toriel disappeared down the hallway, before she shut the door to the brother’s apartment. She stretched briefly as she made her way to the bathroom, deciding to take a nice hot bubble bath before bed. As she soaked in the tub she couldn’t help but replay the events of today. She giggled to herself as she sunk happily down into the sudsy warm water.
Sans sat in the kitchen, strumming his finger bones on the table top as Papyrus hummed a merry tune to himself while he begun to clean up from dinner. Sans sighed inwardly. He was still feeling a little down in the dumps. He could sure use a distraction right about now.
“Hey Paps.” Sans then called over to his younger brother.
“YES BROTHER?” Papyrus sang in response.
“You uh, need any help with the dishes?” Sans asked as he got off of his chair and sauntered over to the counter next to Papyrus. Papyrus stiffened and then turned his head over his shoulder slowly in Sans direction before eyeing him with wary sockets.
“What’s that look for?” Sans questioned when confronted by Papyrus' distrustful expression.
“YOU WANT TO HELP ME DO THE DISHES?” Papyrus repeated with just as much skepticism. Sans cocked an eyebrow.
“Is that really such a strange thing to ask?” He said.
“WHEN IT IS COMING FROM YOU MY LAZY BONES OF A BROTHER IT IS ENTIRELY SUSPICIOUS.” Papyrus replied. “ARE YOU PLANNING ANOTHER ONE OF YOUR JUVENILE PRANKS?”
“No, I just want to help, here I’ll show you.” Sans said, pushing Papyrus away from the sink and taking his place as he began to scrub the plates that were left soaking with a sponge.
Papyrus continued to watch him carefully still not at all convinced. Sans felt his brothers heavy stare on him.
“What?” He questioned. Papyrus averted his gaze.
“NOTHING.” He responded quickly, but before long Papyrus’ sockets had wandered back to starring again. Sans sighed.
“What?!” He asked again this time with much more frustration then before. Papyrus cleared his throat.
“BROTHER ARE YOU FEELING ALL RIGHT?” He replied, actually sounding concerned.
Sans fought back his grimace. He really didn’t like not being able to talk to Papyrus. Whenever he was feeling down like this his brother was always the one to cheer him back up again, the one that he could usually confide in when he was working through a problem, and most times he actually helped him to come up with a solution, whether or not Papyrus actually understood what he was really talking about, but Sans couldn’t rely on his brother this time. It was just too risky to involve him. As much as Sans loved his brother, Papyrus really wasn’t that good at lying or keeping secrets, he was just too honest of a person.
“Nah bro I’m fine, just realized we haven’t spent all that much time together recently that’s all. I don’t know guess I just wanted to catch up some.” Sans said smoothly with a convincing smile.
Papyrus paused and when Sans glanced back to him he was very surprised to see that Papyrus had a huge wobbly smile on his face and orange watery sockets.
“Uh….bro?” Sans questioned, before he was swooped up in one of Papyrus’s bone crushing surprise hugs.
“OH BROTHER IF THAT’S ALL YOU WANTED ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS ASK.” He said happily while he nuzzled Sans who was simply hanging limply in his hold.
“I KNOW, SINCE TONIGHT IS YOUR LAST FREE EVENING BEFORE YOU ARE BACK ON A FULL WORK SCHEDULE, WHY DON’T WE ALL HAVE A HOUSE GAME NIGHT? IT WILL BE FUN!” Papyrus suggested.
“Heh, wow bro and here I thought that you were board of me.” Sans replied.
“OF COURSE NOT BROTHER. WHY WOULD I -.”But then Papyrus paused, realizing that Sans had made a pun. He clenched his teeth together, his happy expression quickly falling away, before he held Sans out away from him and dropped him roughly on the ground.
“JUST FOR THAT SANS I GET TO BE THE RACE CAR IN MONOPOLY.” He then said before he stomped into the living room to start setting up the game.
“Awe common Paps, it was just a joke.” Sans argued while picking himself off of the floor and tailing him to the couch. “You like the hat piece more anyway!”
When Frisk finished her bath she dried herself off and changed into her night shirt. She opened the bathroom door, allowing a perfumey smelling cloud of steam to waft into the hallway before she waltzed forward toward the living room.
“FRISK, COME JOIN US!” Papyrus called from his spot on the couch with Sans sitting next to him. The game bored was set up neatly on the coffee table.
“What’s all this?” She asked as she eyed the game curiously, after rounding the corner.
“WHY ITS MONOPOLY OF COURSE! WE THOUGHT THAT IT WOULD BE FUN IF WE ALL PLAYED A ROUND. WHAT DO YOU THINK?” Papyrus exclaimed.
“Sounds good, how do you play?” She asked, and then the room went quiet.
“You’ve never played before?” Sans asked, though he realized afterward that he really should have been surprised. Frisk shook her head.
“Nope.” She answered plainly.
“NOT TO WORRY FRISK, MY BROTHER AND I ARE EXPERTS. WE WILL EXPLAIN THE RULES CRYSTAL CLEAR TO YOU.” Papyrus said.
“Yeah kid take a seat.” Sans added, scooting over and patting the cushion next to him.
It was a bit of a tight fit with all three of them on the couch, but Sans really didn’t mind as he was nestled quite comfortably right close up to Frisk. His previous glum mood brightened up immediately when he felt the gentle warmth of her body heat pressed against his side. He was so close in fact that he could smell the flowery perfumey sent of her hair. Hu, he rather liked the smell of that bubble stuff that she had made a habit of using.
“ALRIGHT FRISK FIRST PICK A GAME PIECE.” Papyrus then instructed and Frisk glanced down at the odd assortment of strange silver objects. She ended up deciding on the little dog figurine.
It was confusing at first, but Frisk managed to get a handle on the concept fairly quickly which was essentially to get rich quick and be the richest player on the board by the end of the game, not so different from how the real world worked really. The strategy elements were a little harder to figure out. Sans and Papyrus had the advantage as they had played the game before, but Frisk held her own alright for her first try, though she still lost.
“WOWIE, WHAT A FUN NIGHT.” Papyrus exclaimed happily as he started to tidy up the game.
“WE SHOULD REALLY MAKE TIME FOR GAME NIGHT MORE OFTEN.” Frisk smiled at him.
“Yeah, thanks for teaching me.” She said.
“NOT AT ALL FRISK, THANK YOU FOR JOINING US. WHEN IT WAS ONLY SANS AND I LIVING HERE WE NEVER HAD ENOUGH PEOPLE TO PLAY A LOT OF OUR GAMES, BUT NOW WITH A ROOMMATE WE HAVE SO MANY MORE OPTIONS.” He said happily. “AND NOW SANS ACTUALLY FOCUSES ON THE GAME PLAY INSTEAD OF ONLY MAKING PUNS THE WHOLE TIME.” He continued while flashing his brother narrowed sockets. Sans just grinned back in return and chuckled.
“Awe Paps, you’re not getting board of them are you? He said with a wink, and Papyrus flinched.
“SANS NO! YOU ALREADY MADE THAT ONE, YOU CAN’T USE THE SAME ONE TWICE! IT IS EVEN MORE IRRITATING THE SECOND TIME!” He screeched. Sans merely shrugged.
“Well Frisk didn’t get a chance to hear it. I didn’t want to leave her out, you know since she’s our teammate and all.” He said, still smiling. Papyrus gowned.
“FRISK I BID YOU A GOODNIGHT AS I AM GOING TO GO TO BED BEFORE SOMEONE RUINS IT.” He stated harshly, while glaring at his brother.
“Ok, goodnight Papyrus. I’ll finish the cleanup.” Frisk replied, while trying to smother her giggles as to not offend him. She felt guilty about it, but she actually rather enjoyed watching the brothers little harmless squabbles. It was something that she had become accustomed to associating with home.
“THANK YOU FRISK.” Papyrus said as he turned away while rubbing at his temple as if he were trying to subdue an irritating headache.
“Sleep tight bro, don’t let the bed bugs bite.” Sans called cheekily after him. Papyrus only grumbled in response.
Frisk began to organize the rest of the game after Papyrus had left, while Sans sat back in his seat. He watched her for a moment before he strummed his fingers on the armrest of the couch. He chanced a quick peek over his shoulder to make sure that Papyrus had really left the room. He was alone with her again. Sans couldn’t help but wonder if he should take advantage of this moment. Frisk was still pretty close to him on the couch. He debated if he should try the old stretch and yawn trick...
“Hey Sans do you know where the shoe piece is? I can’t find it.” Frisk then said, distracting Sans away from his previous thoughts.
“Hu ? Oh yeah here.” Sans replied as he fished the silver game piece out of his pocket. “Sorry must have not being paying attention.” He then passed her over the tiny shoe.
“Thanks.” Frisk said as she plucked it out of his hand and put it back with the others in the box. “This was really fun, all of it I mean.” Sans smirked, feeling that all too familiar proud swell start to form in his soul again.
“Heh, I had fun to.” He said.
“And um, Thanks for letting me invite mom over for dinner. I’m sorry if I spoiled any other plans you had, I just didn’t want her to leave when she was all worked up and worried about me.” Frisk continued.
“Nah, it was no trouble. Besides you know how Papyrus loves company, you made his night.” Sans replied smoothly.
He then inched his way slightly closer to her on the couch. He still wasn’t all too sure if he should try and make a move. He had to keep reminding himself that Frisk was relatively new to all of this, and he knew that he didn’t want to spook her, or make her uncomfortable, but he also knew that he wouldn’t get a lot of chances like this in the future. With him going back to work again, it would be rare to get any time alone with just the two of them. Hell, he had already made a lot of risky gambles today, and he was surprised to find that he was having a bit of a lucky streak, surly one more roll of the die wouldn’t kill him.
Sans then stretched his arms up over his head as he feigned a heavy yawn, deciding to take action. If he didn’t do it now than when would he? Frisk had just straightened up after she finished packing the game bored away, when a weight settled over her shoulder drawing her attention. She blinked a little in surprise before she turned to see that Sans’ hand had found its way around her. She then turned around to question him when she was met with sans heavy lidded eye sockets gazing back at her. Suddenly the butterflies that she had previously suppressed were back with a vengeance as they fluttered like mad in her stomach again. Her heart beat just about matched the pace of their frantic wing beats as the rosy tint returned to her cheeks.
“Is this …ok?” Sans then asked in a soft quiet voice as he leaned a little closer to her, his pin pricks darting downward and focusing in on Frisk’s silent lips.
Somehow Frisk found herself nodding along as she also began to lean forward. She had always been nervous about how exactly this sort of thing took place between too people. She had wondered how one would initiate this kind of an action, or how to comply with it as she had basically no experience at all, but now she found that apparently she did have some sort of an idea as she felt a sudden pull that seemed to lead her along almost effortlessly. She followed it with no resistance as she moved closer toward Sans Like it was in her nature all along.
Sans’ hand on Frisk’s shoulder slipped a little across her back, encouraging her forward, but when she was mere centimeters away from him he paused, allowing her to make the final decision. She only hesitated for a moment before she pressed her lips lightly to his teeth, closing her eyes while shyly testing the waters. That was all the invitation that Sans needed as he pushed further more firmly, capturing her fully before she could pull away again.
Frisk’s nervousness immediately ceased as she found that she was too preoccupied to care about anything else. All of her attention was focused on the warm tingly sensation of Sans magic kiss blooming across her skin. Sans was equally as mesmerized by the gentle softness and warmth of Frisks lips, but reluctantly he remained tethered to reality. He had to be in case something happened, or if Papyrus came back in to the room for some reason. Though he wanted nothing more than to get lost in the moment and ask Frisk for more, he forced himself to pull back. As he separated from her again, he reminded himself that this wasn’t like those other times. Frisk trusted him and he wasn’t just about to go throwing that away by being greedy. He was going to do this properly, and for now this was more than enough.
Frisk sat back again, blinking dreamily as she began to come back to planet earth. Sans felt a blush settle over his cheekbones as he released her from his hold.
“Umm…” Frisk said as she glanced shyly at him. Sans smirked fondly at her reddened face. He didn’t think that he would ever get tired of seeing her flustered like this.
“Heh, I uh think we should probably call it a night. What do you say sweetheart?” Sans then said.
He raised his hand and briefly stroked a thumb over her pink cheek, not being able to help himself. Frisk flushed darker at the pet name as well as his added tender action. She had never really been one for the cutesy girly nicknames as she had been called them by a number of mobsters that she had had the displeasure of dealing with in the past, but she found that she really didn’t mind it so much coming from Sans. It sounded different when he said it. It wasn’t condescending like it had been from the thugs who constantly made cracks about her size and gender, trying to put her in her apparent place according to them. It instead sounded more like a praise, and seemed to almost be like a peek at Sans’ softer side. She knew that Sans wasn’t normally one for showing his true emotions, so when he spoke softly like this to her it felt like it was something special, like he was trusting her with a more vulnerable part of himself, something only meant for her ears and no one else’s.
“Yeah, ok.” She replied dazedly. Sans stood from his seat and Frisk followed suit.
He waited till she passed him and then followed behind her as she made it to the apartment door, intending on seeing her out. When she made it to the exit she paused, not really knowing exactly how she was supposed to end this evening. She fidgeted a little awkwardly in front of Sans as she tried to come up with something to say. Sans noticed her struggling and quickly came to her rescue.
“Sweet dreams yeah?” He said, and Frisk nodded back.
“You too.” She replied a little too quickly. Sans chuckled a bit.
“I’ll see you tomorrow then.” He said.
“Ok.” Frisk agreed as she turned to walk down the hallway to her bedroom. Sans waited till she disappeared behind her door before he made his way back inside the main apartment again. He stood by himself in the living room for a moment, briefly going over the day’s events. His ever present grin continuously growing wider and wider as he did so. It had been a really, really good day, maybe a little awkward at first, and then there was that whole blunder with Toriel and Undyne, but other than that Sans didn’t think that it could have gone any more perfectly.
As he made his way back to his bedroom he almost couldn’t help whistling out a jaunty tune. The only thing really stopping him was not wanting to wake up his brother, so instead he hummed lightly to himself before he made it to his room and flopped happily into his bed. The large grin was still present on his face as he drifted off to sleep.