It was spring break, and Sans had been systematically avoiding her for the past three months. Sure, he would hang out with her on the nights that Papyrus would invite her to their house, but anytime she tried to switch the conversation to him, he would go up to his room with an audible click of a lock. Papyrus would flash her a look of sympathy before continuing with whatever adorable activity he had planned for the day. Blair had quickly grown to appreciate how much of a good friend he was even if his voice needed to be tuned down.

"HUMAN I HEARD FROM THE GREAT QUEEN TORIEL THAT THE SCHOOL OF CHILDREN HAS A BREAK FOR A WEEK. WHAT ACTIVITIES DO YOU PLAN ON ENGAGING IN?" Blair laughed lightly. She was excited for the first long break since Christmas. "I plan on going back up to Mt. Ebott. There hasn't been any snow since January, so I should be just fine." Papyrus gave her a doubtful look. "ARE YOU SURE HUMAN. I DON'T WANT YOU TO GET HURT, MY BROTHER HAD TO RETRIEVE YOU LAST TIME."

As though on cue, Sans opened his door, and looked down at her with an unreadable expression. "what do you plan on doing out there?" Blair flinched at the mistrust in his gruff voice.

"I just want to map the place. Maybe see if I can collect some rocks, figure out the geological history of the area." She sighed. "I've told you this before Sans."

He walked down the stairs before plopping himself down between herself and Papyrus on the couch. "i don't want you to." He had his hands in his pockets, and if he had lips, Blair was sure that he would be pouting like a petulant child.

"Well, you don't have any say. I'm going, and the two of you are welcome to come with me if you want." She paused, trying to find good reason for the invite. "I'm roasting marshmallows, and we can sing campfire songs. It'll be fun, if you want." She trailed off, listening to the silence consume all three of them.

"I FEEL AS THOUGH I HAVE BETRAYED YOU HUMAN. I PLANNED TO HAVE COOKING LESSONS WITH UNDYNE THIS WEEK, AND I CAN NOT MISS THAT." Papyrus looked at you sheepishly, and continued in a softer voice. "PERHAPS MY LAZYBONES BROTHER WOULD WANT TO GO WITH YOU." He looked over at Sans giving him a pleading look, She ignored it, snorting in spite of herself at the idea of Undyne's and Papyrus's cooking lessons. She had met Undyne last month, and despite her intimidating nature, she found herself warming up to her.

Sans coughed, bringing her out of her thoughts. "i suppose...i could uh, go with you to make sure you don't end up falling off a mountain nerd." She started―it had been awhile since he had called her that. She felt a blush moving up her cheeks, and she moved to cover it. "Well I leave tomorrow." She turned to Sans noting the way his eyes knitted in surprise to her flustered state. "P-pack food, clothes, and anything else you might need. I mean I don't know what skeletons might need...uh..." She looked up uncomfortably to see Sans grinning wide at her. "don't worry about me, i'll be fine. i'll come pick you up in the morning ok?"

Blair had seen him drive, and reasonably judged him to be a safe driver, albeit a bit reckless. "Ok. I look forward to it." She waved a quiet goodbye to him, and walked out the door leaving Sans in turmoil.

The next morning, Blair woke up to the alarm thankfully, only to hear another, lower pitched beeping going off in the front of her apartment. Looking out her living room window which faced the parking lot, she saw the skeleton boys' red convertible pulled into the spot next to her door. He waved at her, and she opened the door wondering why he came so early.

"Um...good morning?" She hoped she didn't sound upset at him.

He leaned against the car after he shut the door, seeming to take her in. She blushed, feeling his eyes rake over her. 'Oh God, I'm still wearing my pajamas!' She shifted uncomfortably.

"someone must've had a good night eh?" He looked her in the eyes with a smirk that quickly shifted to a shy smile when he processed how that sounded.

Her cheeks flushed redder. "U-um...y-you can come in if you want." Sans had never been in her apartment before she realized. Papyrus must have gave him the address. "I'm still getting ready, I just woke up actually." She paused as he came through her entryway, his eyes scanning the decor. It probably looked old fashioned to him, with his brother and him residing in the equivalent of a bachelor pad. He picked up an antique miniature clock she had sitting on the end table next to her settee, smirking before he set it back down.

He sat in one of the recliners, pulling his arms behind his skull, and looking up at her with his large, observant eyes. "knock, knock."

She rolled her eyes, letting out a repressed huff of laughter before turning back to him. "Who's there?" He paused, as though he was thinking which of his thousands of knock, knock jokes he was going to use this time. "old lady." Blair sighed in exasperation and amusement. "Old lady who?" He got a cheshire grin, and flicked his fingers, and she felt a bop on the nose. "i didn't know you could yodel."

She facepalmed, but laughed freely. "Dammit Sans, I just have different tastes than most people." His grin seemed to get impossibly big. "you mean old lady tastes." She let out a noise of disgust. "Yeah, sure. But at least my place doesn't look like a warzone."

He closed his eyes, still smirking. "i have no clue what you're talking about. you must be fibula."

Blair felt the familiar feeling that made her want to strangle him. How does one strangle a smug skeleton though? "That was so forced." Sans nodded, and curled up in a small ball in the chair. Suddenly, he leapt awake, guilty eyes shooting to her before he muttered, "sorry."

It took a while before it hit her...he was still apologizing for the incident months before. "Sans...look, you don't have to apologize. I trust you. Sleep, it should take me an half hour to an hour to get ready."

Sans settled back into the recliner, clenching his fingers into the cushioned arms looking for all the world like a deer in headlights. She sighed, and started getting ready knowing that no amount of persuasion would make him open up to her. She would have to wait for the closed off skeleton to open to her before she could help him.

She chose a loose sweatshirt, and thick yoga pants to hike in. It was still cool outside, but she wasn't worried about anymore extreme weather. She straightened out her hair, pleased that her face was not covered in pillow lines like it had been the last time she attempted to hike. Her brown eyes looked more gold in the dim light coming from the ceiling fan. Turning away from her reflection, she went to the living room to find Sans sitting tense, with his hands cupping his kneecaps.

Blair got a sneaky, terrible idea to get him out of his nervousness similar to how he told her the knock, knock joke. She went around through the laundry room to creep up behind him through the kitchen door. He was still sitting, oddly looking like he was halfway between daydreaming, and staring a hole into her wall. She bumped his chair on purpose to alert him to her presence. He jumped a little before turning to look over his shoulder. "heh it's just you nerd. wait...what are you doing?"

She smoothed her hands over the back before reaching to grab the fluff covering the hood of his jacket, and leaned closer to where his ear would be. "Nothing."

She then leapt away, cackling at the confused look on his face. For some reason, she got great enjoyment out of teasing him, as much as he did telling her bad jokes. Either way, it had broken the dark look that was on his face previously. "alright kid, you may've gotten me this time, but just wait." Before she blinked, he had his arms around her, and she felt an electric feeling rush through her before being none too gently thrown in a car seat. Before she had time to catch her breath, he snapped his fingers from the driver's seat next to her, and her seat belt came around her with an audible click. She turned to him, astonished, before her mind was able to process that she was missing something. "Hey, where's my bag?"

He turned to her with both arms raised in a shrug, before snapping the fingers of his left hand, a small blue flame at his fingertips. The heavy bag landed unceremoniously in her lap, effectively knocking the air out her for the second time in less than a minute. She tried to make herself glare at him, but the glare quickly turned into full blown laughter. Sans gave her a curious look. "did that bag land on your funny bone or something?" He threw in a wink before backing out of her driveway. Blair was sure that she was going to have her heart give out on her at some point during the trip.

They talked about various topics throughout the drive. At one point, they talked about their mutual friends, including Toriel and Alphys. Sans shyly admitted that he often went to the lab Alphys had here on the surface (which was in her garage she learned on one of her trips to Alphys house for an anime binge). Blair was impressed, but had always suspected that he was smarter than he led on. No one who had the intelligence to find major humor in puns (or people's reactions to them) could be stupid after all. She also learned that he worked at a hot dog, and ice cream stand. She told him about being a teacher, and he perked up.

"so who all do you have in your classes?" He questioned. She thought, and named off all the students including MK. She mostly had monster students, but there were a few human kids in there as well.

"so you don't uh...have a student named frisk in there? short, brown hair, split personality?" He glanced at her with something more than mere curiosity running through his eyes. "No, I don't. I've heard of them though. They're the human ambassador right?"

He nodded. "yeah, i actually am friends with the kiddo. was the one who broke us out of the underground if you believe it."

She pondered, thinking back to all the kids she had seen. "Wait! I do remember seeing someone like that! They were hanging out in Toriel's classroom after school got out one evening."

He smiled gently. "yeah, they are toriel's child. she kinda adopted them after all that happened." She noticed that his fingers tightened around the rim of the steering wheel the more they talked about this 'Frisk'. "So how did you meet?"

His eye visibly twitched this time. "uh, i don't really remember."

Blair decided to let the conversation die before she made him anymore uncomfortable. Silence started to set into the interior of the car. She slunk down in the seat, but Sans opened his mouth slowly. "uh...they made me promise about you." Blair spun around because his voice rose a couple octaves. Sans appeared to be struggling with himself. "the whole gang was over at toriel's one night, including frisk, papyrus, undyne, and myself. alphys came rushing in, and she was crying about how she met some chick who was going to the mountain, and she couldn't go with them. it was hard to understand it all to be honest." Sans turned to her for a quick smile before turning back to the road. "heh so i was trying to reassure her and all, so i turned on the weather channel real quick. something about it looked all wrong, with the low pressure and the high pressures off. anyways, i knew it would snow real bad, and alphys started crying harder with toriel fretting about you. it was a mess." Sans smiled, thinking about the memory. "frisk came up to me then, and made me promise."

Blair waited then for Sans to continue, but after a few moments it was clear he was waiting for her to ask. "So...what did you promise?" Sans sighed, phalanges drumming the steering wheel. "they uh...made me promise to protect you no matter what. like what i did for them." A blue blush crept over his cheekbones to settle over his entire face. She could feel a similar one on her.

"They must really trust you don't they? Frisk I mean." She turned to Sans who was still driving stiffly. "i suppose, but i don't see why. i've done some pretty awful things to them. part of the reason why i owe them one, you know?" Before Blair had a chance to ask what that meant, Sans pulled into an unfamiliar patch of dirt that could double as a parking lot if one squinted.

"Where are we? This isn't the path I used last time." She turned accusingly to Sans before noticing the sweat beading at the top of his skull. He looked more than uncomfortable, his expression reminded her distinctly of the night she caught him sleepwalking.

"uh...well this is the entrance to the caves frisk found. thought you would like to see them first since you already saw the top." Blair groaned at the reminder of her failed trek to the summit. "I didn't really see that much of it besides the unending flurry of white." Sans troubling expression still didn't change, even though she said this with humor at the memory. "You came to save me though, and I'm eternally grateful for that. Thought you should know."

Sans broke, sighing. "to think that i didn't want to make that promise. that you could've died." He turned to Blair, lifting one finger to chase the tip of his phalanx along her jaw. Her heart beat out of her chest threatening to send her into overdrive. "i don't like making promises. i always end up losing out at the end. i lost out with frisk, i lost out with myself. now i've lost out with you."

Blair furiously shook her head. "No you didn't. I have no clue why you have such low faith in yourself, but if you could just explain it to me...I want to help you." He looked at her with doubt that morphed into disbelief at the honesty in her face. "come with me. i'll...i'll show you." He turned away from her, exiting the car, and moving along a well traveled path leading towards the mountain base.

She followed, and appreciated the back of his fluffy, blue jacket. She worried for him, this was not normal Sans behavior at all. He was always more playful, and in lieu of that, he escaped to his room. Blair knew however that was a way he coped, that a good chunk of that was a mask created from remnants of a past, positive personality. She could see it slip before he locked himself in his room avoiding her.

They kept walking on in silence, eventually coming to a dark-mouthed cave entrance. "ladies first." He set a small smile on his face before gesturing for her to go ahead of him. "If you're sure", she replied. She stepped before him, not seeing past the black shadows into the depths of the cavern.

"i know a shortcut if you want to save your legs." Blair smirked at the little quip for his teleportations over her shoulder. "Sure." Sans tentatively took her hand before the spinning sensation caught up to her, and she again felt the ground below her feet. Her feet refused to cooperate though, and they crumbled below her.

Sans lunged for her, hand still wrapped around her own. "whoa! um...i got you." He had his warm arms wrapped around her, bony elbow digging into her right side, but she leaned into him. She mumbled a 'thanks' into his clavicle. He shivered inexplicably. "that tickles."

Curious, but realizing it wasn't the right time at all, she backed off from him. He chuckled a bit before standing back up and giving her a hand, brushing his other against the back of his skull. "this is mine and papy's old house." He looked around. "it's kinda creepy coming back to somewhere that used to be your prison." Blair started at that.

"Ok that's it! You have to tell me what the hell you mean by all that, or I'm...well I'm going to hug you until you turn dead for real." Sans grinned broadly at her adorably pouting, determined grin fell into a more serious expression when he realized how serious her request was.

"will do nerd. follow me." He lead up the stairs, stopping to look back at Blair. She was glancing around in wonder, eyes eventually lighting upon a journal titled "Joke Book" before picking it up and leafing through it. She raised her eyes in wonder, as she no doubt saw the quantum mechanics notes he kept in there as well as his more awfuler puns. She stopped on one quantum mechanics page, turning to thumb through the pages slowly. 'she is such a nerd.'

She saw him pause to look at her in fascination, and blushed in embarrassment. "So are you going to open that door, or what?" Sans put his hand over his mouth to laugh lightly while his other glowed blue unlocking the door with an audible click. "ladies first." He leaned out his arm again to give her a chance to move past, but as she passed, he whispered in her ear. "i can explain all the physics of it later if you want." She blushed deeper, the ghost of his breath leaving goosebumps crawling down her neck to the tips of her fingers.

Inside,she could make out with the minimal light a treadmill, and a whirring pile of trash in one corner of the room. Sans flipped on the lights, before glancing at her incredulous expression. He guffawed, breaking down into full body laughter before wiping away a single blue tear. "it's great isn't it? ya literally just walk in here in the dark and keep walking and walking and walking." Sans broke down again "best security system ever."

Blair looked less than amused. "Let me guess. This is what your room looks like in Landing I assume." Sans grinned. "nah pap actually banned me putting another of those in the corner." He pointed at the whirling tornado. Blair couldn't make herself look at the thing without snorting involuntarily. "plus i brought my dog with me." Blair raised an eyebrow. She didn't know he had a dog. How did that work with some of the monsters being dogs themselves?

"here." Blair's eyes followed his outstretched hand to find him holding out a small book. She took it gingerly, it seemed he got it out of the dirty sock pile near the door. "sorry it's uh a good hiding place." She grinned a rueful grin before flipping through the first pages. The book was suddenly yanked out of her hand before being shoved back to her, opened about halfway, to a date from three years previous.

August 3rd 2XXX

Papyrus is getting really into this spaghetti thing, I'm just glad he found a friend in Undyne. It always makes me nervous when he has no one to talk to, and stops smiling. Of course, it's only for a few minutes, but it always leaves me guilty. However, the stuff is completely inedible. I really need to be careful about the exact amount of ketchup I use to cover it. He's gonna catch on.

August 4th 2XXX

Today was...different. I've been having a feeling for awhile, ever since I made that promise with the lady in the Ruins. A human came to Snowdin. They were a kid, and although the thought of them dieing like the rest makes me sick, I feel this is a promise I have to keep, if not for the old woman, then for myself and Papyrus too. After all, this might be the anomaly he was talking about, and if it is, I won't fail him again.

August 5th 2XXX

This human...there's something not right with them. They get these moments when they go completely still, and break out of it by laughing...it's getting on my nerves, but at least it doesn't seem to phase Papyrus. As a matter of fact, he's going down there now to give the kiddo a good time so to speak. Probably going to run them through some of his puzzles...heh. Better head down, and check it out.

August 6th 2XXX

i'm gonna kill the kid.

Blair stilled. The old woman in the Ruins? Toriel? The description fit. Who could the kid be though. She flipped through the following pages and found the same few entries repeated several times, each time getting more sloppy, less care put into the handwriting before she came to the last, unmarked entry.

i hate this.

Blair felt tears running down her face. Taking in a gasping breath, she turned to Sans. He looked wrecked. His body was curled in on itself, and he looked up at her with terror in his eyes. It hit her then. He was terrified of her, of her rejection. She moved over to where he was lying on the bed and wrapped her arms around him, feeling relieved when he jumped in shock before relaxing.

He started off quietly, as though voicing the words out loud would make them more real. "it was a time loop, i just didn't know at the time. every time i came back, it was fuzzier than the last time. i just knew that chara had control over frisk." Blair lifted her head a little from his chest, moving to look in his eyes. "Frisk? Our Frisk?" Sans nodded, letting out a sigh before dragging her back to his chest. "i eventually got frisk back, but it was...hell there is no words for it, not even hell itself. having to kill a murderer when you know there's a little innocent kid inside of them." Blair felt wet drops fall down on her head. "there were things they did…"

Sans completely broke down then, grasping onto Blair like a lifeline. It all still sounded like the makings of a science fiction tragedy to her mind, but her heart panged deeply in sympathy. 'How much had he gone through?' she wondered, 'How could he through all this alone? Did he tell anyone else?'

As though he could read her mind, he muttered into her shoulder. "you're the only person i've told, no one else. the others had their suspicions, even my bro, but it was a way off limit subject for a long time." He raised his head off her own, turning blurry white pinprick eyes to her. "sorry to overwhelm you." He started to back away before Blair hugged him back in earnest. "No worries Sansy, your secrets, your fears are safe with me. You can tell me whatever you want to."

Sans hiccuped in amusement at the affectionate nickname. "thank god. i just felt like it was fate to meet you, even if it was just the working of frisk." He chuckled outright at that, backing away from her just enough to look in her eyes again, straightening her hair with his right hand. "you look bone tired. want to get something to eat, then just relax?"

Blair nodded at that. She could feel a wall breaking down between the two of them, and she wanted to see what was on the other side. Sans gave her his hand, and she grimaced. "don't look so disappointed nerd. no shortcuts, i'm not feelin' at the top of my game right now."

When she visibly brightened, he grinned slightly before he lead them back downstairs. "sit, i'll get something to eat." Blair refused. "You're just going to give me ketchup!" Sans looked at her grinning more openly now. "nah, i'll just give you a hot dog. with a lot of ketchup."

She walked into the kitchen marveling at the similarity between their Underground house and their house on the Surface. "Well, hot dogs are ok. Just don't smother it." He murmured an agreement. She watched him make the hot dogs from the bar stools next to the counter, feeling her eyes close slowly. What time could it be now? Three? Four?

Blair was awoken by a delicious smell. It smelled like her grandmother's house, maybe with a swirl of cinnamon and nutmeg. Cookies?

She jumped awake with all the awareness of a foodie awoken by the smell of the most perfect dessert. "You can bake?" She turned to Sans in excitement.

Sans looked at her, admonishing. "i said that i'd make you hot dogs." She glared in annoyance. "No! Like bake bake."

Sans chuckled loudly. "oh do you mean these?" He moved aside to reveal the most scrumptious cookies Blair had ever seen. They weren't chocolate chip, but some heavenly blend of autumn themed spices, that melted in her mouth as soon as she got her hands on one.

"good?" Sans was looking at her with shock on his face. 'since when did she move so fast?'

"Da bery beswest" Blair sounded from around a mouthful of cookie. Sans chuckled, drawing her closer. "why are you so perfect?"

Blair grinned at the affectionate voice he used. "Because I am."

They ate their meal that evening, talking into the night about everything under the theme 'science', to Papyrus's latest crush on Mettatron (which Sans found appalling, the overprotective brother he was). Before bed, Blair nearly followed Sans to his bedroom before feeling self conscious.

"Uh...well it's been a wonderful day Sans. And well that you trust me enough to confide in me. Good night!" Her voice rose several decibels at the end before she quickly turned around to head to the couch. Before she turned around though, she did register Sans look of...disappointment? 'No, it couldn't be.'

"i, uh...good night.'

She heard his slowly retreating footsteps before laying on the couch to settle her beating heart. 'He can't possibly...I mean it would be nice, but...it's wrong to take advantage of him like that when he just poured his heart out to me. Oh hell.'

It was then that Blair realized that her feelings towards him had morphed into this heart-crushing, gut-wrenching jumble of love. There was still the part of her that wanted to punch him yes, but now she wanted to kiss him afterwards too. 'Shit.'

Blair cursed out into the night before passing out in pure exhaustion.

Sans didn't know what the hell he was doing. He trusted her more than anyone, telling her a secret as monumental as that, but this? It wasn't just trust that could drive a skeleton to sneak down the stairs in the morning to peek in on a sleeping woman.

He looked at her thick, mussed, black hair, and her delicate eyelashes, flowing from closed golden eyes. He couldn't imagine what she would see in him, someone who had neither of those things. Or any hair for that matter.

He jumped a little when she shifted in her sleep, the dawn's light throwing her in sharper relief. He could make out the swell of her chest, rising with each breath, as well as the curve of her thighs as they flowed down to dainty feet. She was a relatively softer woman that Sans was used to seeing, but that softness made his non-existent nerves tremble with anticipation.

He stepped closer to her, taking in her small hands when compared to his own, large, bony ones. He glared at his, wishing they had a layer of flesh around them. Never had he wanted to be less of a monster than at that moment. Maybe that would win her over. Maybe he already would have had her, ravished her.

He had been exposed to much when he came to the human world, and sex was one of the things he actually liked. Monsters mainly combined souls, but it was less pleasurable, and more personal. He saw it on one of the shows his brother accidentally turned to one night, and the internet was a great reference when his brother, blushing, turned the T.V. off. He had never experienced it himself, but with her...he imagined it would be the best thing ever.

That is what compelled him to start massaging her bum gently, before working his way up along Blair's sides, and glancing over her right breast. He would return to that later. He cupped her face, admiring the way she sighed out a lewd moan, on the verge of coming awake.

He then traced her lips, and stuck a lone phalange in her mouth, coming undone when she sucked on it, pulling it deeper into her mouth with her tongue. Her eyes fluttered open, and mild confusion marred her features.

"Sans...whath isth your thinger soing inth my mouth?" She asked. She had been in the end stages of a rather erotic wet dream. Was she still having one? This felt too real, and she hoped to God above it was, or she was going to be blushing the whole day.

Sans leaned back, blue sparking in his left eye. "i can't control myself. sorry." He drew his finger back, headed hurriedly towards the front door, anywhere but there with her.

"No wait! I...I liked that."

Sans turned around in disbelief, and renewed arousal. "you did?" In a flash he was next to her, hugging her. "we don't have to do this, if it's done out of pity, or even just a one time thing. i...i wouldn't be able to handle that." Blair pushed him away in frustration.

"I want this! I want you! Nothing will change that." As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized how close it sounded to an admission of love. She blushed beet red, and covered her mouth.

"so uh...let me get this straight nerd. you want this too? i won't be able to stop myself

if you say yes." Sans eye was burning more intensely, letting off golden sparks now. She smiled, hoping to convey her overwhelming desire to him. "Then I say...yes."

Sans was on her in an instant, devouring her with gentle biting along her collarbone, leading upward to her neck. There, he bit down, drawing a gasp before a long moan as an unfamiliar wetness dragged itself to just below her lips. Shocked, Blair looked down to him to find a lolling blue tongue licking at her skin pleadingly, with his upturned eyes pinning her in place. "please let me...kiss you." He aimed another lick to the underside of her jaw before she was able to rasp out a yes.

First, his teeth connected with her lips before he worked his tongue along her lips insistently, letting it slip inside as she parted her lips in a small moan. He took the opportunity to map out her mouth, unfamiliar with all the little contours and the soft give of her cheeks. He could tell that she was losing breath. Pulling back, he looked up at her. Her eyes were closed, panting, with a light red blush blooming across her cheeks to compliment his blue one.

Blair's eyes fluttered open, worried that Sans was having second thoughts. He smirked at her though, moving his warm hands underneath her pajama shirt, teasing the soft skin of her stomach. She felt her heart stop. She was wandering in dangerous territory now-no one who she did this with, whatever this was stuck around. She blamed her pudginess, but the hurt lessened over the years. Now Sans was about to dig it all up again.

"uh...blair when i said i wouldn't be able to stop myself, i kinda fibula." Sans had a crooked smile, worried eyes boring into her own. Affectionate thoughts washed through her head. 'This is Sans. you trust him.'

She sighed, closing her eyes. Sans removed his hand from her stomach, unable to stop his phalanges trail wistfully over her skin before pulling her shirt back down. He almost thought it was him, but it seemed to be more than that. After a moment of complete silence, she spoke up. "No one ever stays. Sorry, it's just I'm not good with just fooling around, I could never do that without a guilty conscious." She turned to look into his eyes. "So if you are just going to do that, I can't. Not with you."

Sans chuckled, gathering her up in his arms, Blair giving a small meep of surprise. "i would never. now will you please let me love you?" Blair buried her head into his sternum, giggling. "Great way to tell a girl you love her." Sans blanched, not even aware he let the truth slip from his mouth.

"w-well i do. just so you..uh know." Sans tripped over his words. She listened, smiling gently against him. "Good, because I love you too."

Sans pushed her onto his bed then, looking down at her briefly before slipping his hand under her shirt again. This time, he pulled it off to reveal her bare breasts. She was so incredibly beautiful. He laved his tongue over all of it, paying special care to her nipples, gently flicking the tip.

Blair was losing her mind, roving her hands over Sans skull down to his shoulder blades. She finally tugged on his jacket getting his attention. "yes?" Sans looked as crazed as her, barely keeping his half-lidded gaze trained to her. "Take this off." Sans raised one bony eyebrow at her, in an amazing feat of skeleton expression before removing the blue fluffy coat along with the white sweater underneath. It revealed thick ribs, as well as big-boned vertebrae leading down to below his shorts. She felt an overwhelming urge to trail her fingers along him, to feel every nook and cranny. So she did.

Rewarded with low moans from Sans, she continued, trailing her tongue along his clavicle, his cervical vertebrae before going lower to his sternum and lower ribs. His eye was blazing uncontrollably now, a blue glow coming from below his shorts. Feeling curious, she asked "What's that?" before getting flipped back again. "you would like to know wouldn't you?" Sans trailed his tongue along her ear before slipping lower to slide off her pajama bottoms. "wow. just wow." He paused to play with her underwear which had little butterflies flitting across it. Blair blushed in utmost embarrassment. "Stop! Ugh…" She turned her face away and laughed before gasping. He had pulled her panties off, burying two phalanges in her. "Oh my God."

Sans grinned. "try again." He twisted his fingers, while she became a moaning mess beneath him. "Sans! Sans please." His grin widened. "better." He moved in and out marveling at the wetness that dripped from her. She was so beautiful, so warm.

He took his fingers from her, stopping to lick off the wetness that dripped from them. Deciding he liked the taste, he aimed a wink at her with his fingers in his mouth. He pulled away slightly to slip his shorts off, revealing a glowing cock, dripping precum. Blair's eyes widened. It was incredibly thick.

"uh...is this ok?" Sans looked insecure, and started to curl in on himself. "Sans…" She moved towards him, enveloping his member in her small hands giving it a small lick. He shivered before dragging her away.

"i-i want to do this with you, ok?" Blair nodded, smiling at his sincerity. "Ok."

He lifted her onto her back, with a throw pillow at her head. He looked gently at her before sinking into her, pausing to give her time to adjust before starting to increase to an unrelenting pace. At some point, she grabbed his hand, curling her fingers around his own bony ones. He flipped her over, making her tremble from the pace he exerted behind her. She could feel herself tightening, moaning loudly at the increased pace and friction.

He panted behind her, clinging to her waist. He finally sunk his teeth into her shoulder, shaking as he released inside her. Before he was able to completely dissipate, she felt his cum dripping from her, warming her up. He dropped off onto the couch, with her curling into him, taking up most of the room. Feeling exhaustion slipping over her, she glanced at him, noting the loving look he gave her before slipping into a deep slumber.

So there it is, the dirty, dirty smut. The first I ever wrote, so give me tips. Also, I will be working on an alternative to this story, but don't expect it too soon. I have a time-consuming class in morphology that is about to overtake my life. That being said, I am also going to be drabble updating this story-any suggestions (or kinks) are welcome! Just message me! Until then, I am marking this complete since I don't like to dirt drag an otherwise happy ending, sorry masochist not sadist.