Note: So following this story is going to be a rather big story (called "Queen of Peace"), so I've decided to fill the time with a few small one-shots while I write that monster (haha) of a story (and man is it going to be a monster ;P). There will be this one, one Alphys/Undyne story, and perhaps a couple of other sillies, before the big one comes in – and finishes the entire arc of Abovetale. Yep, I am going to finish the series, and Queen of Peace will be its final installment (because really, following it, there's nothing more to write about, unless someone gives me fuel?).
Chapter One: It talks to me in tiptoes"I think it's time we got married," Asriel said one evening, as he and Frisk washed dishes together. "We should do it on the one year anniversary that we made love."
Frisk dropped a mug (a goat-faced one from Asgore) into the sink in shock. She stared at him, then smiled sadly. "I wish we could, too," she agreed, taking one of his soapy hands in hers.
"No, idiot," he said affectionately. "I mean, a monster marriage. I know those assholes would never let us get married. We instead should go Underground and have a monster ceremony."
"But it won't be legal," she protested, though her heart was racing at the thought.
"I don't care," he replied. "It'll be legal for us. Us monsters."
Frisk smiled, her eyes softening. "You're right, Asriel," she agreed. He blinked, surprised; clearly he'd been expecting more of a fight. "We should have done this the moment we were denied."
Asriel beamed at her, forgetting the dishes at once.
"I do have a condition, however," she added. "We wait until the night of our marriage until we make love again."
"I… was going to suggest the same," Asriel said shyly. "That's traditional." He blushed.
"Well…" Frisk moved closer to him, pressing her body against his with no space between. "Starting when?"
Asriel closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, unable to help his body's response to her. She could feel it and shifted her body in just the right way, and without control, he groaned out, "Tomorrow," and reached for her, his hands soapy but firm. She leapt up and hooked her arms and legs around him, her face going right to his and kissing him hard. He groaned again and pushed her against the counter, in the way that touched her just right, even through their clothes, and she was the one who moaned this time.
His hands, calloused by now but still gentle, reached to pull her shirt off, and she complied, tugging his off once free. For a moment, they embraced, relishing in their bare skin touching, Asriel's soft, downy skin and Frisk's bare, smooth skin. It was such a wonderful feeling that for a moment, there was nothing else – just this. That is, until Frisk reached out and placed the flat of her palm on his chest, then trailed it down to the front of his pants, snapping his mind back at once. She unhooked her legs and jumped up onto the counter, using both hands to pull his pants down, before reaching down teasingly, even as he stumbled out of them. Before she could touch him, he pushed against her and kissed her, whispering her name as he did, and she clutched at him, her hands on his hips.
Asriel's hands snaked down to pull her leggings off, and she smiled and did it herself, now bare-assed on the counter but not caring. He stared at her, unable to help it, and she stared back, her face red and her heart racing, so loud he could hear it. Then, as if pulled together, they collided, kissing deeply, hands seeking hot flesh and hard flesh, bringing gasps of pleasure and need from both.
"Now?" Asriel asked breathlessly. He always asked, regardless of how much time passed, and she nodded fiercely, reaching for him with a barely-smothered cry. He complied, pushing deep within her warmth, and she sighed, her eyes closing tight and her head tilting back, her legs back around his hips. He held onto her tight, his face buried into the crook of her neck, and she whimpered, especially when he pushed deeper.
"More," Frisk urged, legs and muscle gripping tight, her hands clutching at his back, and Asriel's eyes closed, moving slowly at first, wanting to make it last, wanting to bring as much pleasure to her as he could, but she begged for more, pleaded, really, and his blood turned to fire. He gripped the counter's edge and moved, as fast and hard as he dared, and she held him, his name a constant sound upon her lips, her eyes glazed and her face red. She met each thrust, each push, with sharp cries, squirming against him with no control – and finding lack of control just fine.
"As…riel…" she gasped out, her eyes now closed tight. Her legs were shaking now, as were his, breaths gasps and names merely messes of syllables. "Now," she hissed, before she pushed herself up against him and keened out, and he could feel her come, feel those muscles grip tight, and she cried out, arching her back, her nails digging into his back as she came. He shut his eyes tight, loving all of it, all of her, and he kept himself as still within her as he dared, hoping to draw out more pleasure for her.
"Asriel…" Frisk whispered, limp against him, now, and when he nodded, she hissed out, "More."
Asriel held her close and moved again, this time faster and harder. She threw her head back and gritted her teeth, this movements triggering aftershocks deep within, so much that she cried out each time he thrust deep.
"Frisk," he rasped out, and she nodded, clutching him close. With a strangled sound, he held her for dear life as he came, and she clung back, adoring how quiet he could be, but also how, when losing control, he could almost match her vocal intensity.
They stayed that way for a moment, hearts racing against each other, gentle kisses and caresses joining the satiated silence. When Asriel could open his eyes, Frisk was resting her head against his shoulder, eyes shut, but she was smiling. She always smiled after sex, just like he always felt like crying from joy.
"Can… can you wait a few months… for that again?" Asriel asked, stroking her hair slowly and wondering the same thing of himself.
"Mm…" Frisk murmured. "I'll try to contain myself."
Toriel and Asgore were thrilled by the very idea of a monster wedding for their children. Toriel was so happy she went to her recipe book at once, leafing through it in order to find the best pie for such an event.
Asgore took a calmer approach. "Will you be doing this Underground?" he wondered. When they both nodded, he smiled. "How about at New Home? You could also use it as a kind of away-place following the wedding. The main building could use some cleaning, but there should be lots of room."
"Yes, but…" Frisk looked at Asriel shyly. "Can we keep the flowers?"
Asriel was surprised, but Asgore was not. "Of course," he agreed. "If anything, they'd add to the ambiance, if Asriel is alright with it."
"Well," he blushed. "I was going to ask the same. Also… can we use the Throneroom? It has the best light, too."
Toriel came back with her biggest recipe book. "Of course you can!" she agreed, sitting beside Frisk and smiling. "What a lovely idea, my children."
"You… you're both taking this oddly well," Asriel observed. "Your kids are getting married You don't seem bothered by it."
Asgore and Toriel exchanged smiles. "Because we were waiting for it," Asgore admitted. "Ever since they refused to pass the law the third time, we figured your patience would be finished as well."
"Besides," Toriel added. "What parent doesn't love planning their kids' wedding?"
"So, besides the Puzzle Dance," Frisk said, remembering Alphys and Undyne's wedding. "What else is traditional?"
"Oh, dear," Toriel placed a hand to her cheek. "We can't have you doing a Puzzle Dance, Frisk. You'd always win."
"Hey," Asriel growled. "I spent years observing and learning the puzzles of the Underground. I think I can stump Frisk! Or at the very least use my magic!"
"You could," Asgore agreed. "That's what I had to do."
"You still lost, Gorey, dear," replied Toriel, which earned her a rather dark look from her husband.
"I don't even know if I can," Frisk admitted. "I love them and love solving them, but I've never been good at making them for others."
Asriel grinned deviously, and she scowled at him. "Don't you dare," she warned, but it was too late: he was already plotting.
"Don't worry," said Toriel, also devious. "I can give you lots of advice on how to make – or at least beat – puzzles." She smirked at Asgore, who blushed deeply and coughed.
"That's cheating, Mom!" Asriel protested.
"My boy, you would have been cheating, too." Toriel replied. "I'll make sure she goes easy on you… at first."
Frisk grinned in triumph, and Asriel sighed.