(REALLY SHORT CHAPTER IM SORRY)

She lightly ran a thumb over his knuckles her eyes coming up to search his face as the skeleton hisses through his teeth. "Shit i'm such a fucking idiot, i'm so sorry. Just go to the kitchen, i'll be back done right away with a first aid kit for your wounds" She turns and rushes up the stairs leaving a bewildered skeleton behind. Leaning back against the wall he placed his hands on his face, his large frame shaking as he found himself chuckling. Shaking his head he pulls away from the wall. "Don't sweat it kid." He shrugged it off as a loud boom shakes the cabin followed by the lights going out. Kenzie turns to head back down the stairs but she slips on the smooth wood, turning her foot as she tries desperately to cling to the hand rail. She closes her eyes as she loses her grip on the handrail, trying to brace herself for the fall she knows is coming. She stays like this for a few moments before cautiously opening her eyes expecting to see her body lying in a broken heap on the floor. What she see's is the skeleton monster staring down at her, his brow bones furrowed as the worried expression on his face is replaced by another look she can't decipher. Heat creeps along her neck as she realizes he's holding her bridal style.

"Geez kid, Falling for me already? You haven't even told me your name." He deadpanned trying for humor to hide the growing desperation throbbing through his body. He took her to the living room placing her down on the ground but pausing at her hiss of pain. "My name's Sans." He spoke softly, as he picked her back up ignoring her protests he sets her down on the couch. He picked up her left foot and applied pressure to each part of her foot moving slowly up to her ankle. He tried to ignore the soft supple skin under his hands, as he picks up her right foot. Watching her face he repeats the same process as the first leg, slowly sliding his hands up her foot applying pressure. He stops when she lets out a small cry of pain, getting up he points at her. "Sit, and don't move. I'll be back." While he's gone, she tries to apply pressure to her injured foot before cursing "Fuck that." She muttered to herself, her annoyance changing to embarrassment as she thought about how she'd made a huge ass of herself. Falling down the stairs and twisting her ankle, making him take care of her. When she should have been the one to take care of his wounds. She looks up as Sans came back in, holding an ice pack and some pain medication.

"I'm sorry" Kenzie muttered almost sulkily, "I was supposed to be helping you out, not have it the other way around." She looked away wincing in pain as he picked up her right foot again, the bruising was already starting. She jumped a little in shock as Sans applied the ice pack to her swollen ankle, "Don't worry about me kid, I'm not the one suffering from the agony of defeet" He joked around as he wrapped her foot gently in the ice pack watching the bruising on her feet with some curiosity. But her small whimper of relief had him pulling his hands back quickly as it sent a shiver down his bones, he hands her two small pills and a water bottle. "Here this should help with the swelling, at least thats what it says on the bottle." He cleared his throat and got up to put away the medicine bottle pausing when she grabs his arm. "Can you get the first aid kit for me." Throwing her a confused look he shrugs, "sure thing kid." He heads to the bathroom, after he puts away the pain medication he grips the sink tightly in his hands squeezing the cold porcelain tightly. As sweat beads on his skull he stares at himself in the mirror, his eyes flashing blue. He lifts his hands up, pressing down hard on the cut and bruised knuckles helps cut through the throbbing ache radiating through his body.

He turned on the faucet and splashed cold water onto his face, the cold liquid relieved some of the heat travelling through his body. Sighing he rubbed two bony hands over his face, he just had to get through the next few hours and then then he was free to get home. He grabbed the first aid kit, and headed back down to the living room. When he got there, he saw the girl sitting on the couch, she patted the seat next to her. "Come sit beside me, you helped with my ankle it's only fair that i help with some of your wounds." The smile she gives him is hesitant and shy, so he sits beside her almost awkwardly because of his size. They sit there in an awkward silence for a few more moments before she speaks up almost too quiet for him to hear. "Kenzie" He stared down at her his eyes drawn to her still wet tank top plastered to her body. "Well Kenzie." He grinned "Even though you practically jumped my bones, i guess it's nice to meet you.." Kenzie laughed as she tucked a stray bit of hair behind her ear. "Yeah i guess i did, what can I say. I guess I like them big boned." She giggles a bit as she reaches over for the first aid kit, suddenly aware of the wet fabric of her shirt pulling taut across her skin. Trying to ignore the slightly uncomfortable feeling she grabs San's hand inspecting the cuts and bruises on his knuckles she pulls off his gloves gently. Before she opens up the first aid kit, and retrieves some antiseptic and cotton balls. Turning back to him she wets the cotton ball and applies it to his knuckles. Looking up at his hiss of pain she grimaces "Sorry, guess I should have warned you that it was gonna hurt." She went back to what she was doing, her movements brisk yet gentle as she continues to clean the wounds. Turning to his other hand she repeats the process, before bandaging them.

After she's finished bandaging his hands she impulsively places her smaller hand into the palm of his. Marveling at the difference she traces her fingers over the bones in his hand, before a muffled groan has her looking at him in worry. "I'm sorry did I hurt you?!" She pulls her hand away quickly, as she realizes he looks uncomfortable. She hurriedly starts to clean up the mess left from bandaging his hands. Before she can try to get up, Sans grabs her hand before turning her hand palm side up. "Fair is Fair right?" He chuckled before running a skeletal finger over the pulse point in her wrist, the feel of cold bone sliding down her hand sent a shiver of arousal down her spine that shot straight down her back to pool in her stomach. She lifted her eyes to meet his, realizing he had been staring at her face the whole time. Her heart leapt to her throat as brown eyes met blazing blue, swallowing she doesn't say anything her lips parting as she nervously licks her lips. Suddenly almost as if a switch is flipped, suddenly aware of every sensation flowing through her body. The way her tank top clung to her body, wet cloth sliding over bare skin is enough to have the blood rushing to her face. Unconsciously she leans toward him her other hand pressed to his chest, Sans doesn't move watching her. To hell with holding back, he raises his hand to cup the back of her head when a large crack resounds through the living room startling them off each other. Turning away Sans gets up "I'll get you another ice pack for your foot." His voice is gruff, and a light blue is tinting his cheekbones as he leaves the room quickly.

Sighing she leans back against the couch running a hand through her hair, her body was still on fire. She squeezed her legs together biting back a small gasp as the small amount of friction sends a wave of desire trembling through her. She shoots a look at the door before squeezing her legs harder together and rubbing slightly her breath coming quickly, her head falls back as she reaches a small orgasm her hands covering her mouth. Groaning she let her head hit the back of the couch as she whispered. "What the hell is wrong with me?"