Dizzy with a dame
Sans cautiously followed behind his new horned monster contact as he was led through the back streets of Ebott. The monster who had introduced himself simply as Edd had approached him on the street corner, saying that he had heard through the grape vine about Sans’ need of information on the Gambino’s and claimed that he was working with someone who had something on the smokers and was willing to share…for the right price.
Sans glanced at his watch, he grimaced. He was cutting it close as he had wanted to start heading home by now. He grumbled to himself as he turned his attention back to the suspicious monster in front of him. Edd continued leading at a brisk pace, his lion like tail flicking back and forth to match his footsteps.
Sans of course was wary of this new source as he hadn’t worked with him before. He probed for more information, trying to casually slip in bated questions among the small talk, but Edd was sharp and always seemed to avoid giving him a straight answer. Sans narrowed his sockets as he realized he was being pulled further and further away from the public streets. He knew that this was risky, and by now he was almost certain that Edd was full of baloney and was probably going to try and sell Sans some bogus information or run off with the upfront fee that Sans had already paid, admittedly another red flag, but Sans was desperate. He couldn’t afford to leave one stone un turned even if that stone felt slimy to the touch so he continued to follow along regardless.
“So this friend of yours …you say he worked to help develop the smoker, he ever tell you who his boss was?” It was a trick question of course as Sans already knew that W.D Gaster was the ringleader, but he figured that if he could get Edd to slip up early then he could wash his hands of this whole affair before playing into a trap… and also get his money back.
“Oh yeah my friends got lots of stories, but you don’t have to take my word for it.” Edd said turning on his heels as he flashed Sans a devilish smirk. “He’ll tell you himself.”
Then a large shadowy figure stepped behind Sans, blocking up the only other exit trapping Sans in the alley way. Sans sighed to himself before he threw a lazy pinprick over his shoulder in order to survey the new arrival. A large black bull type monster, more than twice Sans size towered over him threateningly, already having called forth his magic which formed a heavy looking dark blue club. The bull only grunted before patting the club suggestively in his open palm.
“Huh.” Sans said turning back to the still grinning Edd in front of him. “Doesn’t seem like much of a talker.”
“Sorry there skeleton.” Edd began with a snicker. “But unfortunately this little chat has run its course. Hand over the rest of the money and we will let you walk away.”
“What’s my other option?” Sans asked still maintaining his trademark lazy smile. Edd cocked his head to the side, thrown off by Sans’ apparent calm façade.
“Aint it obvious?” He replied. “You’ll get that thick skull of yours bashed in, now put the money on the ground and walk away.”
Sans took a moment as he appeared to be deliberating his choices. Edd’s tail twitched in annoyance, not liking how lightly Sans was taking his threat.
“Hey pal, you deaf or something?” He demanded.
“Nope.” Sans answered casually as he winked his left eye socket closed. “Just a skeleton, don’t have ears.”
Edd then glared daggers in Sans direction as Sans’ grin grew mockingly large. Then Edd turned his rage fueled stare to his beefy friend.
“Alright then, looks like you want it the hard way. Bruno knock his lights out!” He called. The bull monster immediately reacted to the command and raised his large club well above his head. His eyes glinted with malice as he prepared to bring it down right on top of the still grinning skeleton’s cranium.
Sans let out a slow breath as he bided his time, and right when the bull released his blow Sans side stepped directly into a short cut, having already activated his eye from behind his closed lid.
The bull only struck pavement letting out a thunderous crack. When the dust settled, and it was seen that the skeleton was not knocked unconscious under the heavy club, Edds eyes widened in confusion. Instead Sans was leaning up against the planted club, hands lax in his trouser pockets, as if it didn’t pose any threat at all.
“Wh- what.” Edd began to stutter out as his counterpart, Bruno, stayed rigid in utter shock.
“Hold on their fellas.” Sans then drawled lazily, his sockets now a threatening black. “I still have to make my counter offer.” Sans then pushed off of the club and sauntered forward slowly toward Edd, who was shakily trying to back pedal.
“See, the way I’m looking at this is I paid for the information that you have yet to deliver, and seeing as how I’m not getting my money’s worth I think that entitles me to a refund. Doesn’t that sound much more fair to you?” Sans said as he closed the distance between himself and the now quivering monster in front of him. “So how about this, you give me back my money and walk away instead.”
Just then Bruno seemed to regain his bearings before he charged at Sans again, swinging his club blindly. This time Sans didn’t bother to hide his eye as the circle of deadly cyan became alive, burning within his black socket. Sans threw his left hand out and summoned a large blunt humorous bone that shot right out of the ground and collided with the bull monsters chin, sending the burly monster backwards flat onto his back.
“Huh, your friends a little on the slow side. Heh, a real swing and a miss wouldn’t you say?” Sans said with a dark sounding chuckle before he turned his attention and his flaming eye back to Edd.
The smaller monster bolted without another word. Sans groaned to himself in annoyance as he realized that he would have to give chase. He didn’t have time for this.
Edd sprinted around the corner, taking random turns, hoping to lose the freak of a skeleton tailing behind him. It all should have been easy, he had done this con hundreds of times before, find out what the sucker wanted, offer them something too good to refuse, and then leave them with nothing. It was fool proof, three simple steps to success. When he finally realized that no one was chasing him, he allowed himself to slow down before a relived wobbly smile gradually worked its way onto his face. Looks like he managed to get away, thank the stars.
Edd quickly pulled out the small bundle of bills from his jacket, well it wasn’t a huge score but it would cover him for his troubles at least. Hell he’d have to make sure to give Bruno a good cut for that whack he took…or he could just pretend the skeleton took his money back and keep the lot for himself. Bruno was a little dense if edd was to be perfectly honest, it would be simple enough to convince the bull that he had failed to get away.
Edd snickered smugly, returned the money to his pocket, and was about to continue on his way, but when he turned around he came face to face with the same chilling skeletal grinning face that he had thought he had left far far behind.
“Look pal.” Sans began before Edd could even let out a squeak of surprise. His sockets were black again and his smile now looked irritated. “I’d be real grateful if you could stop giving me the run around. See, normally I’d be fine with this little heh, bone doggle you tried to pull, its actually very amusing and all, but tonight I got myself a date, and I really really don’t like to keep a lady waiting. So be a champ and hand it over.” Sans then extended an expectant hand out to the terrified monster.
“No one gets hurt if you do.” He added encouragingly. Edd audibly gulped before moving to retrieve the money and shakily passing it over.
“S – so that’s it then?” He questioned and Sans shrugged.
“Yup, that’s it.” He answered before he turned around, straitening his coat as he did so. “Oh, but uh one more thing.” Sans then said stopping in his tracks. Sans then spun around on his heels and punched Edd square in his sleazy lying gob. Edd immediately buckled over clenching both his hands to his now throbbing face.
“That’s for making me late.” Sans spat
“But you –you said you wouldn’t hurt me!” Edd whined.
“Yeah I did say that, and you said that you had info on the Gambino’s. Guess we’re both suckers now aint we?” Sans replied smugly before he continued walking away, leaving Edd a heaping mess on the ground.
Frisk sat impatiently on the couch kicking her heels as she scowled. Where was he? Sans should have been here twenty minutes ago. She huffed angrily crossing her arms as she settled heavily into the cushions. For all she knew he was probably trying to rile her up on purpose for one of his jokes or something. His sense of humor really brushed her the wrong way at times, and Frisk swore to herself that if he came strolling onto the apartment with that stupid smile on his face thinking that a clever pun would get him out of trouble then he certainly had another thing coming.
Just as she was about to get up and start pacing Frisk heard heavy footsteps ascending the stairs. She stood up and immediately straightened out her skirt, before quickly taking a moment to sort her hair. She then stood in the middle of the living room, feeling a little nervous all of a sudden as she tried to figure out what she was supposed to do with her hands. She ended up folding them behind her back as she anxiously starred at the doorway.
Soon the footsteps sounded more clearly as they approached the apartment and Frisk held her breath as she watched the latch turn.
When Sans finally made it through the door he looked rushed, he was panting a little as if he took the stairs two at a time and his pace seemed much quicker than his usual lazy gate.
“Hey Frisk, sorry I’m a little ….” He trailed off however as he took in Frisk’s appearance in the living room, not expecting at all what he saw.
She seemed to be standing a little tense, a blush across her face as her eyes darted away from his and settled on the floor. She looked beautiful, and Sans cheekbones instantly tinted blue when he realized that she had made such an effort just for him. He smiled as he put his coat down before steadily making his way over to her, placing a hand on her waist, drawing her attention back to him again.
“You look absolutely stunning sweets.” He said holding her with focused pinpricks, before he took one of her hands and raised it to his teeth, placing a small chaste kiss on the back of her knuckles. Frisk easily turned about a hundred shades redder in that instant, but then she remembered her previous annoyance and snatched her hand away.
“Don’t think you’re getting off so easy with that sweet talk Mr.” Frisk then scolded and Sans blinked a little in surprise by her sudden crossness. Frisk then folded her arms in front of herself before giving him a firm pout.
“You’re late.” She declared adamantly, and Sans couldn’t help but smirk just a little at that. Jeez, he just loved that expression on her.
“I know and I’m really really sorry about that, but if you let me I think I can make it up to you.” He said as he stepped closer to her, trying to persuade out the smile that he knew she was fighting to hide.
It worked, and within minutes Frisk’s annoyance had melted away.
“Fine, I’ll forgive you.” She huffed and Sans chuckled before placing another kiss to her forehead not wanting to ruin her makeup.
“Good cuz we gotta get going if we’re going to make it in time.” He said taking her hand and pulling her toward the exit. He grabbed her coat and hat passing them to her before he shut and locked the door behind them.
“Where are we going?” Frisk questioned as she shrugged her coat on and adjusted her hat and gloves.
“It’s still a secret.” Sans replied his grin growing more impish when he saw the unimpressed frown return to Frisks face again. “I’ll meet you down stairs ok?” He then said, and Frisk only sighed.
“Alright.” She agreed as she made her way down the stairs. Sans watched her go briefly before he hopped through a short cut bringing him outside by the Buick just like he had done before.
As he waited for Frisk to make it through the bar, he leaned his weight against the door of the Buick and glanced again at his watch. He really was cutting this close, he hoped that there would be enough time for Frisk to enjoy herself a little bit before closing hours. He groaned to himself returning his hands to his pockets, maybe he should have just let that punk go….
When Frisk stepped out of the bar Sans straightened himself up before opening the passenger door for her. When she was settled he ran around to the driver’s side before jumping in and starting up the engine. Frisk raised an eyebrow as she rarely saw him move so quickly.
He began making his way through the streets of Ebott past the market square. This confused Frisk a little because he seemed to be heading outside of the main down town drag, instead taking a quieter rout. He ended up parking the car on a small side street, tucked away from the busy foot traffic of the main thoroughfares. Frisk looked around curiously at her new surroundings. she hadn’t really been to this part of the city before, it was so out of the way and only held small homey looking shops and buildings. It was almost like a spell was cast over this little street, its atmosphere was just so quaint and comfortable. There was no trace of the hustle and bustle that seemed to run rampant in the rest of the city.
“It’s just over here.” Sans then said bringing her back to the present as he tugged lightly on her hand. He dropped it again shortly after however, not wanting to be spotted out in the open being so affectionate.
Frisk followed behind him over the cobblestones, still glancing around. They passed by a tailors shop, and then a cobblers, both stores looking so cozy and welcoming. This street almost seemed to want to belong in a story book.
“Good it’s still open.” Sans said almost to himself when he stopped in front of another little shop.
At first glance it looked to be a book store until Frisk spotted the old beaten wooden sign hanging above the door which read library, or rather ‘librarby’. Frisk quirked her head to the side confused at the strange location for a library as well as of blaring misspelling of a place that sold books of all things. Sans noticed the question in her expression and smirked.
“The signs always been like that, I know It’s tempting, but don’t ask. The clerk at the desk she hates it trust me, and you won’t really get an answer.” He explained Frisk nodded in understanding but honestly she really was still confused.
Sans lead the way through the old wood door. It was painted a burgundy red, though it seemed to be in need of a touch up as the paint was chipping and peeling away in various places. A little brass bell dinged when they entered into the shop announcing their presence. An elderly monster sitting at the front desk turned in their direction at the sound of the bell. She had a greenish grey skin tone which was weathered slightly showing her age and blunt spikes jutted out from the back of her head. She wore a yellow knit sweater over a blouse which matched her sharp looking yellow eyes that seemed to still hold a youthful glint even though they were nearly hidden behind thick rimmed spectacles.
Sans tipped his hat respectably and she nodded courteously back in welcome. Frisk guessed that Sans must be a regular customer here from the exchanged greeting. When the women’s eyes shifted over to Frisk however, the women raised a semi surprised eyebrow. Frisk tried to flash a friendly smile but the women merely shifted her gaze back to the book that she had been reading before. Frisk smile fell, feeling a little glum at the lack of a response. Sans noticed and bumped her elbow.
“Don’t mind Dorothy, she takes a little while to warm up to new people.” He whispered. Sans then proceeded to lead Frisk further into the little book store, and Frisks eyes widened in wonder as she surveyed the small endearing space.
The walls were dressed in a very faded turquoise wallpaper that sported a floral pattern that looked to be from the turn of the century. It was almost completely hidden however, as every available space was taken up by numerous bookshelves which were filled to the brim with books. The shop itself looked to have been converted from a simple old house. The old wooden floorboards creaked and groaned under the slightest amount of pressure. Various antique looking carpets and throw rugs had been spread all around the floor in what Frisk guessed was an attempt to remedy the slight disturbance. Old mismatched armchairs with all sorts of different apolstry patterns were tucked in corners and nooks to provide comfortable secluded sitting spaces for customers wanting to read. All of the windows of the old house where almost completely blocked off by the vast amounts of book shelves, so instead of the natural light countless lamps were set up around the shop. Many appeared to be collectible with rare looking stain glass styled shades or intricately decorative stands. Their warm light lit up the dim spaces and reflected off of the many odd knickknacks that also seemed to be collected and displayed with care among the books.
It seemed to put Frisk in a trance as suddenly she felt like she had been transported to a place that existed far away from the city and all of its trifles. As far as she was concerned the outside world didn’t even matter anymore. There was a winding staircase in the middle of the room that ran up to what use to be the second floor of the house, but was now converted into an open balcony that wrapped completely around the interior. Again every bit of its wall space was occupied by book shelves and books, Some merely neatly stacked on tables as even with all the shelving there still wasn’t enough space to house them all.
Sans watched Frisk’s eyes light up with marvel as she began to slowly move around the shop. He knew that she would love it here. Truthfully, He had almost forgotten about this place. He had use to be a bit of a regular during his days as an apprentice, having stumbled upon it accidentally once during his lunch break. It had become his escape, where he would go to study or sometimes to catch a few z’s since his work often left him with little time for sleep, but now he only made sparse appearances. Ever since he had joined the Pansies his time had become far too preoccupied with much more sinister dealings and even the magic of this place just didn’t seem to work for him anymore.
As Frisk continued to explore he followed quietly from behind, enjoying seeing that enchantment that he had lost so long ago through her eyes. She hadn’t said a word to him yet as she continued searching through the book shelves. She was far too busy picking out countless priceless gems all wrapped up in their beautifully warn bindings. She had already selected an arm full but she still tried to add more to her growing stack as she struggled to carry them all. Sans chuckled as he leaned forward helping her to balance the small tower that she was building.
“Careful, maybe we should just start with a few yeah?” He suggested. Frisk blushed when she realized that she had gotten a little carried away.
“That’s probably a better idea.” She admitted sheepishly.
As she began putting a few of the extra volumes that she had chosen away she looked over to Sans.
“Is this place really a library?” She asked, he shrugged.
“Not really, not a traditional one at least. It’s more like a used book store.” He began to explain. “Dorothy, the owner over there, has a bit of a thing for books that aren’t given a purpose so she started this place up. She began asking people to donate their books that they didn’t want any more so she could find them a new home. She ended up converting her home to house them all, became a little bit more of then just a hobby heh, but uh yeah she sells them, or sometimes she’ll do exchanges, like if you have something that she doesn’t have in the store she might make you a deal.” Sans continued. “Though everyone is also welcome to just sit and read even if they don’t buy anything.”
“It’s certainly an impressive collection.” Frisk replied as she gazed around at how many books were actually crammed into the small house. Sans chuckled.
Yeah heh, it definitely keeps her weekends booked.” He quipped.
Frisk snorted in response earning a disapproving look from Dorothy who raised a finger to her lips demanding silence. Frisk apologetically shimmied away as Sans tossed her a teasing grin for being scolded. After they were out of ear shot Frisk cautiously spoke again.
“You know I’ve always wanted to explore a real library.” She said absentmindedly and Sans paused.
“You’ve never been to a library before?” He questioned. Frisk shrugged.
“Well when I was still living with Toriel we went a few times but it was only for little pop ins, we never really stayed too long, and I was fairly young then, books didn’t hold as much interest over me as they do now. When I was on my own though, I remember I tried to go into the one up by the university, but I barley made it two steps in through the door when I was asked to leave.” She explained. Sans felt his pin pricks darken.
“They chased you out?” He asked, and Frisk nodded with a bit of a sheepish grin on her face.
“I’m pretty sure they thought I was gonna try and steal the books, which I guess they were right to assume so. Looking back on that time I think I defiantly would have tried to pocket a few of them.” She said laughing it off. Sans didn’t really think that her story was all that funny however, but he decided it would be best to simply let it go. He didn’t want to dampen her good mood by continuing to probe into her past.
The two then took up a seat in a little secluded corner that held two comfy arm chairs. Frisk almost forgot that she was wearing a dress and was about to try and sit cross legged, luckily she remembered her attire fairly quickly and simply tucked one heel clad foot behind the other instead. She began briefly flipping through her pile of selected books, trying to decide on which ones she wanted to read first and which ones she could wait until later to get through.
Sans watched her inconspicuously while also glancing at his own selected reading material, but in truth he really wasn’t paying all that much attention to the book in his lap as he hadn’t even flipped over a single page. He couldn’t help but let his pinpricks wander over to Frisk as she scrunched up her eyebrows in concentration while reading the synopsis of a heavy looking novel. He smirked as he saw how hard she was trying to compare it to the other one that she had just put down, not able to figure out which one she would prefer. He realized he rather adored that focused look on her face, but then his attention was drawn over to the front desk where Dorothy let out a noticeably forced cough and pointed at the clock hanging above her on the wall with a slightly annoyed look in her eyes. Sans sighed getting the message.
He reached over to frisk and flicked her lightly on the shoulder. She looked up slightly surprised as if she just remembered that he was still there.
“Sorry kid, shops closing.” Sans said not liking how immediately her happy face fell at the news.
“Oh ok.” She said quickly turning back to the two books, before grabbing the larger one making up her mind on the spot. "I guess I’ll start with this one."
Sans glanced at the tittle ‘A Tale of Two Cities’ was elegantly scrolled in gold lettering across the slightly warn cover. Looks like Frisk had an eye for the classics.
“Good choice.” Sans said holding out his hand for the book.
“I can get it.” Frisk replied matter –o –factly. Sans smirked.
“I know you can, but Let me treat you.” Sans said with a persuasive smile. Frisk looked down at the book and gave a little huff before passing it over.
“Ok.” She finally agreed. Sans chuckled at her reluctance before he made his way to the desk to pay for the book, he knew she still wasn’t use to people giving her things.
“Just this Dorothy.” Sans said passing the book over the counter to the elderly monster. Dorothy briefly looked over the book before her sharp eyes settled back onto Sans.
“It’s been a while since you last made an appearance here.” She questioned and suddenly Sans felt a little like a child who was getting in trouble with his teacher.
“Heh, well you know been busy.” He replied quickly, Dorothy merely raised an eyebrow at his response.
“Well your friend has good taste, make sure to bring her around again at least.” Dorothy then said as she rung up the price of the book before handing it back to Sans who readily paid for it.
“Will do Ms. Dorothy.” Sans said before tipping his hat again respectfully in farewell.
They left shortly after, Frisk cradling the book protectively close to her chest as she kept her pace next to Sans while they walked down the street. The sun had just set and the night chill of fall was now starting to settle in.
Frisk glanced up at Sans. He was moseying along at a fairly slow pace, his hands lazily tucked in his pockets as usual. She hugged her book just a little closer trying to muster up her courage as she really wanted to ask him something.
“Um, thank you for getting me this.” Frisk began as she glanced away shyly. Sans slide a pinprick over to her direction before he simply shrugged nonchalantly.
“Anytime.” He replied.
“So ….how did you find that place? It seems like a real hidden gem.” Frisk continued trying her best to make small talk. Sans raised an eyebrow noticing that there was definitely something else that she wanted to say to him, but he decided to humor her question none the less.
“I use to go there a lot when I was younger, it was kinda like my own little secret hideaway.” He explained.
“It does have that kind of a feeling." Frisk agreed. Sans watched as Frisk began to fiddle with the book in her hands a little.
“Do you think …. If it’s not too much trouble that is, maybe we can go again sometime?” Frisk then asked delicately. Sans chuckled at her bashfulness, his ever present grin growing wider at her request.
“Course kid, I’ll take you whenever you want.” He said. Frisk looked back to him, eyes already alight with excitement.
“Really? Can we go tomorrow?” She then blurted out, and Sans outright laughed at how enthusiastic she was. Frisk felt herself blush as she shrunk down hiding her reddened face behind the book, embarrassed by her own outburst.
“Heheh, well maybe not tomorrow sweetheart, but I’ll tell you what, every time you finish a book I’ll take you to pick out a new one sound fair?” He said bumping her playfully to coax her out from hiding behind the heavy novel.
“Yeah that’s fair.” Frisk replied, throwing him a small sheepish smile.
“Oh Jeez” Sans said glancing at his watch again. “We got a get a movie on kid or we’re going to miss our flick.” Frisk looked back confused.
“Movie?” She asked and Sans shot her a smug wink.
“Yup, figured we’d stay out a bit late tonight.” He teased. Frisk smirked back.
“Alright, but this time I’m treating you.” She exclaimed.
They made it to the theater just in time for the movie. They both ended up having to pay for their tickets separately as to avoid any suspicion, much to Frisks displeasure. Frisk went in first and Sans trailed in a few minutes later. When she was through the main lobby, she made sure to wait for him just around the corner from the concession stand, out of sight from the attendants, where she quite insistently forced some money into Sans hands. Sans chuckled at her resolve but didn’t refuse her as he pocketed the cash, thinking that it would be best to not argue with her in the theater. Satisfied Frisk turned to continue on to the screening room, sans again only a few paces behind.
The room was fairly empty with only a few other movie goers all sitting closer to the front. Sans thanked his lucky stars that the movie playing tonight had been featured for most of the week, meaning that the hype for the film had already died down leaving only the few present viewers. Sans tapped Frisk's shoulder inconspicuously before gesturing to some seats near the back of the theater. With everyone facing forward and paying attention to the screen, Sans knew that their presence would be undisturbed and disclosed within the darkness of the room.
Frisk nodded and began walking to claim the seats settling a little to the left of the middle of the row, Sans sat next to her. Sans sat patiently for a while, waiting for everyone to get sucked in to the film including Frisk. His pinpricks spotted another couple a few rows ahead where he knew the male of the pair was also biding his time. Just as Sans had predicted only a few seconds passed before the man stretched upward dramatically, letting out a fake yawn, and settling his arm over the seat of his lady friend. Sans smirked as he silently wished the other fella luck.
Sans then slid a pinprick over to Frisk, she was already well engrossed into the film and Sans found himself quietly strumming his fingers over his armrest. He knew he couldn’t really make such an obvious gesture as wrapping an arm around her, even though he really wanted to, so instead he settled for slowly reaching over and taking one of her hands. He knew that the seats in front of them would obstruct anyone’s view if they did happen to turn around. Frisk startled a little she had been paying so close attention to the movie that she hadn’t noticed him reach over, she turned her gaze his way but Sans was simply staring straight ahead watching the film. She smiled and then settled back in her seat returning his affections as she intertwined her fingers with his.
Sans really didn’t know what to expect to be playing as he hadn’t really given himself time to plan out the evening to the tee like he had wanted, but it turned out that the movie was a romance. Sans again felt that the universe was somehow on his side tonight. Frisk seemed to be really enjoying herself as well as she had the biggest smile stretched across her face when the two love interests on the big screen finally sealed their newly confessed love with a kiss. Sans smirked, he supposed she was just as much as a die hard romantic as his brother was. As he watched the two actors play their parts he couldn’t help but feel a certain boldness take a hold of him. He glanced back over to the other couple sitting ahead of them and sure enough they were already locking lips like there was no tomorrow. He chuckled silently to himself before His gaze then drifted back over to Frisk. He felt a little jealous of that other couple then, as he knew that even within the darkness they were just to exposed for him to be able to make a move like that, but maybe if he was quick enough…
Sans then squeezed Frisks hand lightly breaking her attention away from the screen. As she turned her head his way Sans leaned over and placed a very brief peck to her lips. He wanted to linger but he knew that he wasn’t allowed. The gesture, though hasty, seemed to take its toll regardless as Frisk’s face blushed a deep ruby. Sans could almost see her cheeks glowing in the dark. She snapped her head back to the screen not really saying a word, but she did start to hold his hand just a little bit tighter.
When the film ended Sans was quick to his feet, already moving toward the isles before the lights came on. Frisk understood his swiftness immediately as she also stood, deciding to go out the other exit opposite to the one Sans was heading toward to make sure that no one would see them together. She met up with him outside the theater. He was leaning against the Buick that he had parked around the corner away from the main grind of the city streets. He shot her a smile before he opened the passenger door for her. She smirked back, skipping over to his side, but before she got into her seat she wrapped her arms around his neck and planted a firm smooch to his teeth, making sure to leave a lipstick print wanting revenge for that stunt he pulled in the theater. Sans, not expecting this, only flinched before tightening his grip on the door handle. When she pulled away she giggled at his blank expression, his sockets black in surprise and his cheekbones dusted heavily with blue.
“That’s what you get.” She shot proudly as she moved passed him into the car.
“Heh, I’ll have to remember that.” He replied when he regained his bearings again.
The drive back was quiet but comfortable as it had been a busy day and both Sans and Frisk were finding solace in the silence. When they pulled up next to Grillby’s Frisk left first leaving Sans behind as they had done before so it didn’t look like they were out together. Sans watched her enter the bar before he sat back in his seat a very proud smile settling across his face. He had a good time and he realized he also needed this. He forgot how caught up he could get in his work, he made a mental note to try and remember to take it easy and get away from it all more often, but he was pretty sure that Frisk would make a habit of reminding him, especially now that he had promised to take her to that book store whenever she needed something new to read.
Sans glanced at his watch as he was sure by now that Frisk had made it to her room upstairs and that plenty of time had passed so that he could move through the bar without raising any questions. As he got out of the car he let out a tired yawn. He was worn out again, but this time in a good way.
He moseyed his way through the familiar warm atmosphere of Grillby’s leaving the chill of the fall night air at the doorstep. He knew his presence wouldn’t really attract much attention, especially since he had been pulling late nights all week. Grillby gave him a little nod and Sans decided he would stop for a moment by the bar to to say a brief hello to his old friend.
“Heya Grillbs.” He greeted casually.
“Another late night?” Grillby questioned and Sans shrugged.
“Heh, yeah starting to leave me bone tired.” Sans joked and Grillby’s face fell.
“Well I’m glad that you at least have maintained your positive outlook.” He stated simply. “Would you like your usual?” He then asked already reaching for the bottle of gin under the counter, but Sans raised a dismissive hand.
“Nah I think I’m gonna pass tonight, feeling like I just need to hit the sack you know?” He said. Grillby nodded.
“Probably a wise idea. I also couldn’t help but notice that the young Frisk was out and about tonight, is she really taking on jobs again?” Grillby then questioned, and Sans paused slightly, looking over his friend to see if Grillby was possibly leading him on with his inquiry, or if he was simply concerned for the girl. The flame elemental simply carried on with his work, seemingly oblivious to Sans probing gaze. After a moment Sans decided that Grillby was just making small talk.
“Yeah she’s uh, starting to pick up a few shifts here and there, nothing major just a few already orchestrated meetings” He answered casually.
Grillby hummed in response before sliding a drink down the bar top to another thirsty monster waiting at the other end.
“I do hope that ample security is also provided at these meetings. Dangerous times are upon us.” He then said.
“Don’t worry Grillbs she’s being looked after.” Sans replied earnestly, noticing that the flame elemental's brows were puckered in concern. Apparently Grillby and Frisk were closer then he realized as they were both fairly quiet individuals and Sans couldn’t even remember a proper conversation having occurred between the two, but perhaps folks like them had other ways of communicating.
“This feud with the Gambinos needs to end soon.” Grillby then said sadly. “It’s starting to cut in to my business.” Sans hummed in agreement as he had also noticed the bar being less full lately as monsters were afraid to be out after dark with the threat of the smokers looming overhead.
“You and me both pal.” Sans replied. He then deciding to make his exit, not wanting to spoil his good mood with talk of the dark times at hand. He would prefer to starve off those nightmares for a little while longer.
“Heya Grillbs, you mind if I make a quick phone call?” He asked and Grillby nodded. Sans threw him a wave in thanks before going around the bar to the back where the phone was on the wall. He then quickly dialed the number to Toriel’s cottage, deciding to check in on Joey and inform him that he was coming to pick him up tomorrow.
The phone rang a few times before someone finally picked up.
“Hello?” A slightly cautious voice answered.
“Heya slick, been a while.” Sans replied. Joey instantly let out a relieved breath on the other end of the line.
“Yeah, it has been.” He said. Sans smirked.
“So how’s the country life treating ya?” He asked.
“Well it’s uh, peaceful and all but I gotta be honest I’m getting a little bored out here, I miss the city life you know?” Joey said.
“Heh, well you won’t have to put up with it for too much longer since your meetings scheduled for tomorrow and all. I figured I’d give you a heads up that I’m coming to get you first thing in the morning.” Sans said.
“Swell, Thanks I appreciate you letting me know. I’ll be ready when you get here.” Joey replied.
“Sure no problem.” Sans said before he decided to see if he could try his luck again and get something out of Joey a little earlier than planned.
“So uh about this info you got on you, mind giving me a little taste?” He asked. Joey laughed a little at his question.
“I thought you were supposed to be the patient one.” He said teasingly.
“Well I mean everybody’s got their limits and my info well is running a little dry, so I would really appreciate it if you could maybe throw me a bone. Sans quipped back. Joey only sighed in response before he was silent for a moment as he deliberated.
“You did do me a favor by putting me up so I suppose I can give you a hint.” He then decided and Sans perked up, pushing his weight off the wall as he averted all of his attention to what Joey was about to tell him. Joey took a deep breath before he began to speak quietly.
“You know the forest on the south side of the city?” He then questioned.
“Yeah.” Sans answered as there was a large dense forest that served as one of the city’s borders just outside of the south boundary line. It was huge and largely un populated save for maybe a few hunting shacks that lay empty for most of the year.
“Well the Gambinos have recently started buying up a lot of land out there, and they built something, what I don’t know, but I bet it has something to do with those smokers you’re so interested in finding out about.” Joey explained. Sans felt his soul thrum at the presented information. It had been exactly what he had been hoping for, but he played it cool. He needed more details.
“Any chance you can be more specific?” He questioned and Joey chuckled.
“Sorry friend, that’s all of the sneak peek you’re gonna get. I’ll go over it more fully during the meeting, then and only then will I answer any other questions you have.” He said. Sans let out a slightly disappointed huff, but he had to admit that Joey was being smart by not playing his trump card early.
“Alright pal, I’ll see you tomorrow then.” Sans said in farewell before he hung up the phone.
With his work well and done with Sans decided it was time to call it a night. He threw Grillby one final wave before he headed up the stairs. He briefly pondered if he should check in with Frisk before he made it back to the main apartment, but he could see that her light was off from under her door which probably meant that she was already asleep. He felt a little disappointed as he had hoped to get in a final goodnight kiss before turning in for the evening, but he only shrugged to himself as he continued on his way, guessing that she was just as tuckered out as he was, that is until he made it to his bedroom and noticed the light shining through the crack under his own door. Sans paused.
He raised a brow bone before he reached out and slowly opened the door. He saw that Frisk was there sitting on his bed just like she had been the previouse night. She turned to him when he entered into the room.
“Heya.” He said in greeting as he closed the door behind him. Frisk tossed him a slightly shy smile in return before her gaze retreated to her hands in her lap. Sans remained where he was by the door for a few moments as he continued to watch her from a distance. He realized she looked nervous.
He began to move forward slowly not really taking his pinpricks off of her as he continued to try and read her. The silence then seemed to get to Frisk as she fumbled for a topic of conversation.
“I um, had a lot of fun today.” She began still twiddling her fingers together, her eyes darting only briefly over to meet with his before they anchored themselves back onto her lap again. Sans saw her cheeks tint a light pink. He took a seat next to her.
“I’m glad, I had a good time too.” He replied. He was now directly beside her on his bed but he hesitated to make another move closer. Though he certainly noticed that the mood surrounding the two of them was definitely much more suited to the intimate setting then it had been the other night, yet he still wasn’t so sure.
After a few seconds he reached a hand cautiously over to Frisks hand on the bed gaining her immediate attention as she abruptly turned her head toward him. He paused seeing if she would recoil or pull away but she didn’t. Sans then slowly trailed his fingers up her arm still intently observing her reactions. She only watched him back, her eyes suddenly very focused on him. He continued on his path until he progressed to caress her blush clad cheek. He stopped there for a moment as he debated whether to take this further. He didn’t want to push his luck, he didn’t want to scare her or make her uncomfortable, but suddenly he had this urge to get closer.
They were alone now, it was late, Papyrus was asleep, and the bar was closing up downstairs. Sans knew that there was no risk of anyone finding them here. They were safe all tucked away in his dark little bedroom and they would be all night, but still he hesitated. He then realized the gravity of the situation at hand, and he knew that if he took another step forward then there would be no turning back and he and Frisk would both be marked by that choice forever.
Suddenly the little innocent romantic gestures that he had enjoyed with Frisk previously didn’t seem so innocent anymore. There was a lot on the line here, not only for himself but also for Frisk. What he was thinking about doing was dangerous, what he wanted was taboo and yet as he let his hand wander from her cheek to her neck and as he felt her heart beat throb from under her soft skin against his phalanges he found it very very difficult to think of the consequences.
He had always been cautious, always. It was how he had kept himself and his brother alive. He knew better then to take unnecessary risks, and he knew that Frisk also lived by those rules, but then here they both were regardless. She still wasn’t backing away from him which he found unnerving and also very alluring.
Sans knew that even with as much as a risk that he was taking right now that risk went double for Frisk. She was a human, a human surrounded by monsters, and though she had been accepted by the Pansies and had gained their protection he knew how fast a gang could turn if somebody broke the rules. Sans being a monster himself, and also a pretty important player in the Pansies organization, would be given leniency if caught. It would be covered up, at worst he would get a slap on the wrist and maybe loose some respect and a few friendships, but in time it would blow over. For Frisk however, The punishment would surely be worse.
Even knowing this Sans found his hand moving to one of the thin straps of her dress. He tucked his fingers under the fabric moving the fastening off of her shoulder. He knew what was at stake, he knew that what he was doing was crossing a very firm line and what he was asking of Frisk to put in jeopardy was astronomical, but he still found himself wanting so badly to ask.
He wanted to ignore the risks and dangers for once in his life, he just didn’t want to think of the consequences. He didn’t care about the outcome or what would happen tomorrow, he didn’t care that he would probably end up hating himself the next day, he just wanted to stay wrapped up in this moment alone with Frisk in the dark away from the rest of the world. He wanted to be selfish just this once, and he hoped that Frisk would let him be selfish with her.
He pushed closer to her settling his teeth on her neck before grazing her warm soft skin with his magic kisses. She let out a sharp breath in surprise but didn’t protest as Sans moved to embrace her more fully as he rested his other hand on her upper thigh, testing her comfort levels. She responded by moving closer to him sighing a little at the pleasant tingle of his magic against her skin.
Even when she accepted his touches Sans still found himself growing nervous that she would come back to her reasonable senses and realize the dangerous game that she was playing. He wrapped an arm around her back to keep her near him. He lingered there as he moved to her lips to kiss her properly, giving her a chance to break away from him, but Frisk didn’t resist, she only moved to return his kisses with her own more gentle ones, her eyes heavily lidded as she did so.
Sans began sliding the small hidden zipper at the back of her dress downward returning to nuzzle the crook of her neck. He began to feel himself get more desperate as he settled his weight more firmly over Frisk, pushing her down into his bedding. He wanted to be closer as he greedily began to grab at her waist. It still wasn’t enough as he found that the fabric of her dress was getting in his way, disrupting his growing need for her. He began to pull the top of Frisks dress downward wanting to explore further but was stopped suddenly as Frisk gently pushed his hand away.
He froze, and for a moment he was afraid that he had been too eager, that he had gone too far, but then Frisk sat up and moved toward him. She shyly kissed his teeth before trialing down to his neck just like he had done. She continued to copy his movements as she traced along his cervical vertebrae. Sans hummed, and tilted his head to allow her better access, deciding to let her lead for a while. He understood what she was telling him, that she just wanted to take things a little slower. He complied with her wishes as he sat back and let Frisk kneel between his legs as she continued to kiss down his neck while working up her own nerve.
Frisk was trying her best to put on a confident act, but really she was fairly unsure as to what she was doing. She had decided that it would be safest to play follow the leader. Frisk then unsteadily moved her hands to Sans top vest button. She rested it there before looking directly to Sans with a focused and serious stare. It took Sans a second to understand that she was trying to ask him for permission. He bit back his smirk and responded to her silent question by raising his hand and undoing the second button to his vest before settling back again into his previous position, signaling to her that it was ok for her to keep going. Frisk felt herself grow steadily more uneasy as she worked his vest off. She could feel Sans watching her, she had noticed how uncharacteristically sharp his gaze had become and it was making her flustered.
She tried to distract herself by simply carrying on with the next item of clothing, loosening the knot of his tie before allowing the sattin fabric to skate through her fingers and fall to the floor. The movement did little to distract Sans’ eyes away as he kept them focused on her, and Frisk felt that she may have bitten off more than she could chew. Maybe she had been too bold, she thought that she was ready for this, but maybe, maybe she needed more time.
She shakily returned her hands to the top of Sans white collared dress shirt, her face flushing darker as she paused. She reminded herself that she had done this before, back when Sans had gotten hurt. She had helped him to bandage his broken ribs, which had included undressing him, but now this action seemed much more difficult to perform. She took a silent steadying breath before she continued slowly exposing his rib cage as she worked her way down the trail of buttons. Soon however, her apprehension was replaced by a sense of curiosity. She paused every so often to probe at the smooth white bones as she had never really taken the time to marvel at them before, having been preoccupied with trying to bandage them properly, but now she took a moment to quizzically explore them a little. They were thicker then what she imagined the average human bones would look like as well as sturdier and smoother, but somehow also appeared fragile as well. Frisk delicately traced over sans’ individual ribs. It was strange, though it was only bone under her fingers It still felt so alive, she had never touched another person like this before. She continued, now growing more adventurous, she couldn't help but admire how intricate Sans form was as she dipped between the spaces of his bones trying to memorize the individual divots and groves while being careful not to scratch them.
Sans clenched his bed sheets in tightened fists by his sides as he allowed Frisk to continue ghosting over his ribs with her gentle touches. Her pace and probing were driving him wild, but he bit back his magic as he felt it start to thrum and pool around his pelvis. He wasn’t use to this, giving up control for so long, but he wanted Frisk to take the lead. Even though she hadn’t told him directly, he knew that she was a virgin and he wanted to give her ample time to be comfortable with him even if it meant that he had to endure this delightful torture.
Occasionally however, he would slip up and let out a soft moan or a hiss when Frisk grazed over a particularly sensitive area on the underside of his ribs, and she would immediately retract her hands afraid that she had hurt him or had ventured somewhere she wasn’t supposed to. Sans of course was quick to pull her back, taking her hand and placing it where she had been previously exploring, showing her that it was ok.
It took a while until it became clear that her nerves had settled somewhat, but that was fine. Sans was patient and he didn’t want to rush her. When she was finished she pushed his shirt down his arms removing it from him completely, she then sat back and allowed Sans his turn. He approached her slowly, holding back his previous enthusiasm as to not spook her again. He moved carefully, treating her with the same gentleness and care as she did him as he slowly grasped the front of her dress again proceeding to tug the bodice down until the dress only pooled around her hips leaving her top half completely bare.
Frisks blush darkened as she immediately averted her gaze away. She could no longer keep up her concocted confident facade as she raised her arms in an attempt to cover herself, feeling very embarrassed all of a sudden. Sans caught her before she could, gently dissuading her from doing so.
“Don’t… don’t do that.” He said his pinpricks fixed on her. “Please.” He added after a brief pause.Frisk felt her heartbeat flutter wildly at his request, but she complied lowering her guard, though she still couldn’t bring herself to look directly at him.
Sans moved closer again, grazing his fingers over the exposed skin of her stomach before moving over the slight dip of her waist as his eyes drank up her image. She looked so lovely like this.
“You know you’re really beautiful sweet heart.” He said in almost a whisper right close to Frisk’s ear sending a definite shiver up her spine.
She flinched slightly at his words and Sans could tell that she was growing more tense. He moved to kiss her lightly on her cheek, distracting her away from her thoughts as he tried to get her to become lost in the moment with him. It seemed to work as Sans could feel her start to relax in his hold, he moved down to her neck again using his magic to try to calm her fully as he allowed some to spark across her skin. She seemed to enjoy the feeling as she then shifted more willingly into his touch. He delicately reached up and cupped her breast, massaging the supple flesh in his palm as he continued to kiss her down her shoulders.
Her skin was something so foreign to him, it wasn’t like anything he had ever experienced before. It wasn’t like fur, or feathers, or scales like what monsters had, it was something entirely different. It was smooth like porcelain but soft like velvet, it was something completely unique in its own right. He pushed against her again, encouraging her down back into the bed, this time more gradually. He continued to kiss her now also nipping her lightly along her collarbone, not enough to hurt her only supplying little love bites here or there as he found he rather liked the feeling of her skin in his teeth.
Frisk felt Sans settle himself more heavily over her as she laid back on his mattress. The magic that he was massaging into her skin felt so soothing, helping to melt away her anxiety. She had never been so close to another person before, and though she trusted Sans entirely she still felt a little scared and more than a little vulnerable as she was splayed out topless beneath him. She tried to will herself to get lost with him but she still reluctantly remained tethered to reality, especially when she felt one of Sans’ hands venture downward, his fingers tucking underneath the fabric of her dress around her hips, tugging at the waist band of her stalking. Frisk stiffened up immediately as her mind snapped awake from its lust glazed state. She jolted. Sans paused before he backed himself off of her.
“You ok?” He asked as he carefully surveyed over her. Frisk felt herself blush again and suddenly she was just too exposed. She sat up and crossed her arms over her chest.
“Yeah I’m ok, I um, I just need a second.” She said trying to stop herself from panicking. Sans sat up beside her, but she avoided his gaze.
“You know we don’t have to…” He began trying to get her to open back up to him. Frisk’s brows furrowed at his comment and he could see that she was getting frustrated with herself.
“… I’m sorry.” She finally said keeping her eyes downcast. Sans merely gave a little chuckle before slinging an arm around her and pulling her back against his chest in a hug.
“Don’t be sorry.” He replied. “I’m more into cuddling anyway, not as much work.” Frisk snorted at his comment this time, and Sans smiled glad that he had managed to cheer her up a little.
Sans then encouraged her back down into the bed with him, draping the covers over them both. She snuggled against his side still not fully clothed, her dress down around her hips and her stalking still on, though she had pulled some of the sheets up to cover her chest and Sans absentmindedly let his fingers roam over her bare back while still marveling to himself at how soft and warm her skin was.
Frisk was fast asleep against him within a few minutes. Sans peeked over at her still form and when he was sure that she was deeply in dream land he carefully shifted as to not wake her up, reaching for his clock by his bedside and setting his alarm for well before when Papyrus would be awake, ensuring that he would give himself enough time to get Frisk back to her own bed in the morning, keeping his brother none the wiser. He settled back down next to Frisk again, taking a moment to watch her. The evening maybe hadn’t exactly ended up how he had hoped, but he felt grateful none the less that he at least had the opportunity to hold her through the night. Sans then wrapped an arm around Frisk and pulled her closer, slowly letting his sockets close as he listened to her gentle rhythmic breathing, allowing himself to fall into a peaceful dreamless sleep beside her.