Chapter 7: Little (Awkward) Moments
A couple of days later, you were in the middle of helping Sans cleanup his new room. He had so graciously given you his and taken an unused room on the first floor, which was smaller and he claimed it was better suited for him—not to mention that it would obligate him to keep it clean (Papyrus' words). He took his bed—which you lamented a bit since it was so warm and comfortable—and using the small fortune in the mysterious card you had bought yourself a new bed and a wardrobe since Sans was suspiciously reluctant to let go of his old one. And now here you two were, cleaning the old forgotten room and arranging the furniture. Currently, he was levitating the wardrobe through the door, looking hot and out of breath. He huffed in annoyance when the piece of furniture refused to go through the door, causing him to overexert himself more than necessary.
With a chuckle, you took pity on the poor guy and helped him get the piece inside the room. If one good thing came out of finding out who you were, it was remembering how to use your powers. So doing simple levitation was like child's play; you used to carry far bigger things than this to help you build up strength.
"Oh god, thanks" he panted, falling on his butt, after you had set down the wooden piece. "Man, how embarrassing, getting outdone by a girl"
You giggled, taking no offense in his words. "All I did was push it through the door, you did all the actual heavy lifting" And he had, since not only did he pulled it out of his old room, he had also carried it down the stairs; anyone would've been tired.
You walked towards the door to start putting away all the weird and funny pieces of clothing he owned.
He chuckled, and heaved a sigh, before standing up and dusting his shorts. When he looked up his eye sockets grew in size, and a blush took over his features. "W-wait, Nyx, don't-"
"What's wrong?" you asked as you opened the wooden door to place a handful of shirts. Once open, a stack of magazines fell at your feet. You jumped back to avoid hurting yourself, and looked at what you had unintentionally knocked over. "Oh, sor-" it was time for your eyes to widen; what the hell? Is this why he didn't want you to keep the wardrobe?
"I-it's ok, I'll clean it up" Sans said flustered.
"'Sexy Bone', huh?" you said with playful smile and a small dusting of pink on your cheeks.
"Oh god" he groaned and you chuckled. "I'm really sorry you had to see that"
"It's fine Sans, you did try to warn me; I should've listened" your hand glowed green and so did the magazines before you gently set them back in place. "There, all clean"
Sans scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. "Any chance you won't tell Pap about this?"
"WON'T TELL ME WHAT BROTHER?" Papyrus barged into the room with a tray with sandwiches; if possible Sans' blush covered his entire head and neck now. "SANS, I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO THROW THOSE OUT! OH, NYX I AM TERRIBLY SORRY YOU HAD TO SEE THAT. MY BROTHER CAN BE A BIT INAPPROPRIATE SOMETIMES"
"I-I am not, is perfectly normal for a man to-I'll shut up now" he hid his head in his jacket.
You laughed. "It's alright, really, I'm not judging anyone" you closed the wardrobe and went over to Papyrus to get a sandwich. "Thanks for the food Pap"
"NO PROBLEM" Pap smiled. "BY THE WAY BROTHER, I WILL BE GOING ON A DATE TONIGHT WITH METTATON, SO IT'S YOUR RESPONSIBILITY TO MAKE DINNER"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah" he said, still looking flustered. "Have fun on your date...but not too much fun"
"SANS!" Papyrus exclaimed scandalized.
Sans laughed at his bro's obvious embarrassment, that'll teach him to call him a pervert.
You shook your head at their antics; life was definitely not boring with those two around.
It was later that evening, right after Papyrus had left for his date, that you decided to take a shower and wash your hair with the hair products Mettaton had bought for you as a gift, the promise to take you on a proper shopping spree once he had time. You couldn't wear the brothers' clothes forever, despite how comfortable they were. But then again, it was probably for the best since Sans always looked a little uncomfortable whenever you walked around in his shirts, you suspected it had something to do with the inappropriate puns some of them sported.
Once you were cleaned and refreshed you slipped out of the shower, and reached out for your borrowed clothes, only to find that they weren't there. Huh? Didn't you grab them on the way out?
"Apparently not" you sighed and wrapped the towel tighter around your body.
Opening the door, you peeked up and down the hall to make sure Sans wasn't around. You heard him curse at something in the kitchen, reassuring you that you were safe to make a run for it. Making a mad dash for your new room, you ran in and looked for the clothes. Thankfully they had been left on the bed; how did you miss that? You slipped off the towel and grabbed the pants, slipping them on and folding up the bottoms; Papyrus was way taller than you, so his pants were understandably longer. That done, you grabbed the shirt...
"Hey, Nyx, would you like-" Sans words died in his tongue as he saw your topless body glistening with the little droplets from your hair in the fading sunlight. Thankfully, your bent elbows were hiding the important bits, but that still didn't make it any less embarrassing or revealing.
"S-SANS!" you pressed the shirt to your uncovered chest.
"I'M SORRY!" he screamed and quickly slammed the door, giving you back your privacy; he really should've knocked.
You stared at the door even after her left, feeling flustered and annoyed. Haven't they ever heard of knocking?!
Behind it, Sans was panting heavily, his face completely blue in embarrassment. OH GAWD, he thought, his mind going to straight down the metaphorical gutter as he envisioned the curves in your body. As if the first time hadn't been enough.
An hour later, you were both finished with dinner, pizza since he had burned the food he was making, and were now sitting at the living room "watching" a movie; both of your were sitting on opposite sides of the couch, as far away from each other. The tense atmosphere was so thick around you both that it could be cut with a knife. Neither of you had talked about the incident, which was good since you didn't fancy talking about it, but that didn't mean he hadn't tried. He had apologized before, and during dinner he had done so again. He was obviously ashamed of his thoughtless actions and you understood that after living so long with his male sibling, it would take him some time to get adjusted to having a girl around. Maybe you should've taken Mettaton's offer to live with him; it probably would've been less awkward. But then again, you hadn't because you didn't want to be away from your very first friends and saviors; and no it didn't have anything to do with having a small crush on the elder brother. Besides, you weren't even that angry with him anymore.
"Sans" you turned to him.
"Y-yeah?"
"I forgive you. It wasn't entirely your fault; after all you aren't used to living with a girl in the house, so things like this are bound to happen and I probably should've locked the door"
"Yeah, I guess" he sighed.
"Just don't let it happen again"
He chuckled. Not making any promises.
