Finally
You sat in between Sans’ arms in silence. He had just asked you out. Sans just asked you out.
“uh, is that a no?” he sounded sad almost.
“No! N-no, I-I’d love to! J-just, I just, wow.” you sighed. You turned around to look him in the face. It was amazing and terrifying at the same time. You wanted to cry and laugh. And you ended up doing both. You kept giggling as tears ran down your face.
“why’re you crying?”
“I’m j-just so happy,” you just shrugged, trying to wipe them away, “Are y-you sure?”
“heh, why wouldn’t i be sure?” he chuckled and smiled down at you.
You returned with a lopsided smile, burying your face in his chest. You honestly couldn’t comprehend what exactly just happened. One minute, you were on the edge of fighting him, and the next the two of you are now dating you guess. Today was yet another exhausting day.
“hey kiddo, can’t ya see we’re having a moment?” he said after a while, making you turn to see who he was talking to, it was obviously not you.
Of course it was Frisk. They looked so happy at the scene in front of them. Pumping a first, they started to sign at Sans.
“kid says they’re glad to finally see us together,” he translated for you, watching them form a little heart with their hands. You break off from Sans, blushing.
You spent the rest of your short evening almost stuck to Sans. He thought about bringing you to see the stars tonight, which you agreed to, it felt like forever since you last saw them.
The fun visit to the clearing ended not exactly as planned. Since you walked, the pain crept it's way back with every step, causing you to fall behind to keep up with your pain. Sans insisted on bringing you back, you protested but he picked you up and carried you back.
“Sorry,” you mumbled into his coat. It was nice to be held like this.
“nah, it’s cool.”
“Suure,” you drawl out, raising a hand to poke him in the cheek, “Maybe when I'm not feeling miserable we can go out without it turning out into a mess.”
“tibia honest, i think it’s pretty cute,” he smirks down at you.
“You mean me being in a whole bunch of pain?”
“well, not that.”
“Then what?”
He shrugs the best he could, holding you, “the fact i can get away with this and you can’t complain.”
“You think I would complain if I didn't get hit by a car a few days ago?”
“you wouldn't?”
“W-well, not with you. Other people, yes. But not you.”
“nice to know.”
You nod, leaning into him. He’s surprisingly warm, for a skeleton I guess. Sleep was already calling for you, God you were just so tired. I'll just close my eyes for a few minutes. No big deal.
Sans gazed down at the peacefully sleeping form on his arms. You were one of the sweetest people he had ever met. From his first encounter with you up until now. He never wanted to let you go.
He was determined to find what makes you tick, how you still seem to function normally despite all the things you must have gone through. And God, how he wanted to see how beautiful your soul is.
When he got back, Toriel and Frisk had left - they had left a pie, how nice - and Papyrus was about to go to bed himself. Sans had set you on his bed, making sure you were comfortable. After, he went to read to Papyrus - he hadn't done that in a while, it was nice - and had one more thing to do before going to bed himself.
He took a shortcut to your apartment, watering your flowers for you and stuffing some of your clothes in a bag so you didn't have to wear his shirt all the time, no matter how cute you looked in it. He noticed a different sketchbook in one of your drawers when he was searching for clothes. Morality told him to leave it alone, it was probably filled with flowers anyways. He chuckled at your obsession with them. Which reminded him to show you echo flowers. He bet you'd get a kick out of them.
Taking a shortcut back to his room, he set the bag on the ground next to the bed, looking at your sleeping face. It was just as peaceful as before, not a single sign of imperfection. He dropped down and gave you the best kiss a skeleton could on your forehead. You made a soft noise in reply, leaning towards the contact. Oh his soul couldn’t take how sweet you were.
As much as he wanted to climb in bed with you, holding you with all his might - without hurting you - he still respected your personal space that could get invaded. So he headed for the couch instead.
He didn't mind. He had you.