Sleeping with Sans was nerve-wracking. The first few minutes of lying there was fine, you got comfortable on your side of the bed and let your body relax. You almost forgot Sans was there, until he shifted his weight and you felt his hand brush against you. Now, you were wide-awake. You face was warm and you tried not focusing on it, trying to think of anything other than the fact you were sharing a bed with a skeleton. One that didn't sleep like the dead, you notice as he shifted his weight again.

Your shoulders didn't feel as comfortable as they could, so you carefully rolled over to your stomach to try and fix that. Your hand accidentally rested on San's femur before you pulled it back under you, but you could feel Sans stiffen up. Thank god it was dark in here and you were facing away from Sans, you didn't want him to be able to see how burning red your face was getting. You were only sharing a bed for fucks sake! Wait, you want to rephrase that. Uh. Pete's sake. Okay better.

Your hands go to your face as you try to push your stupid blush away. He's just a skeleton, and a friend, why were you acting so awkward? You quietly take a big breath and attempt to settle down again. He's just a friend. Just a… wait was he already sleeping?

You turn your head and see that he had his eyes closed and a slight snore was coming from him. See, he got to sleep so quickly; this must not be awkward in the slightest for him. Stop making this awkward for you. Your thoughts scrambled and you grabbed at your face again. You felt your neck was already getting tight from this position, so you turned back to your back.

If you kept moving like this, you'd never be able to sleep. Or worse, you would and then roll onto Sans some time during the night. You wrap your arms across your stomach and tightly tuck your hands under your sides. You took a deep breath, calming your thoughts and slowing your heart. Even in this position you already started feeling sleep tickling the edges of your mind. It was pretty uncomfortable, but this way you knew that it was completely impossible to end up touching Sans.

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You wake up tangled with Sans.

Soon as you wake up you forget the strange dream you were having, and immediately become aware of the short skeleton that was half on top of you, both of your limbs impossibly tangled around each other. How the hell does this happen while you sleep and no one wake up? The bed sheet and a pillow were on the ground, and your leg was dangling off of the bed in the cold air. Sans was surprisingly warm, you didn't expect a skeleton to be able to produce heat, but you assumed it had something to do with magic.

Maybe magic was the answer to everything that involved Sans. You laid there for a bit, afraid to move just like before but even more so now. Sans was snoring lightly, and you didn't remember him snoring last time you woke up with him on the couch. That little shit. He was awake the entire time! You couldn't muster up any anger at that thought though, you only felt heat rise to your cheeks the more you thought about it. You took a breath and pulled up your leg that was dangling, carefully slipping it back on the bed and accidently bumping Sans.

He grumbled, his hands tightening slightly around you as his head got comfortable against your neck again. You felt a new heat rise to your face when his teeth brushed against your skin. Why the hell were you reacting this way? You swallowed. You knew why, but you were just trying to deny it. Your entire head was screaming and you didn't know what to do. You tried shifting your weight ever so slightly, and Sans's grip only tightened, his snore stuttering a moment before continuing.

Shitshitshitshitshit. You started panicking again, eyes darting all around the room as if it might have your answer. The screaming in your head paused for a moment, and you heard the sand-shifting sound faintly. Sans's bones were further away than last time, but you could barely make out the relaxing sound in the dead quiet of the room. The sound shut up your thoughts, and you didn't mind listening to it. You let your eyes close to help better focus on the distant sound, and you felt yourself being lulled back to sleep soon enough.

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Sans's voice saying your name wakes you up some time later, and you blink awake. You feel much colder than before, to your disappointment. You felt your arms still in the same position, but no longer wrapped around Sans. "Hmmmmm?" You grumble and stretch, arms pulling tight in front of you and sending all of your pain receptors going crazy. You bit your cheek and cut your stretch short.

"Hey there lazy bones, about time you get up, it's past noon." You look over and see Sans standing beside the bed, leaning against the wall and looking down at you with his half smile. You felt your face getting redder and you quickly turned away, nodding and pretending to continue to stretch. You swore you heard him snicker, and your face got even redder.

"So, what's the plan for today?" You ask, still not looking at him.

"Absolutely nothing. I don't want to leave the house at all today." He laughed, and you could completely understand.

"Shitty movie day?"

"Shitty movie day."

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And so, it was a shitty movie day for the two of you. Sans stole one of your old roommate's pajamas to be lazy in, and you made some popcorn as Sans chose a random selection of movies. Papyrus joined you part way through the first movie, but received a call from Undyne and left to do some training with her. The two of you had the entire apartment to yourselves, and you spent it wisely by turning up the volume on the TV.

Part way through the second movie Sans sat closer to you, putting an arm around the back of the couch and resting his hand near your shoulder. You felt your face getting warmer again. Shitshitshitshit. He didn't seem to notice, he was pretty into the crappy movie and was laughing whenever anything absurd happened.

Third movie in the two of you switched seats, Sans's arm still resting around the back of your seat. This time it was just a really old movie about three movie heroes trying to save the day in Mexico, and man it was golden in every way. It seemed like every scene had the two of you laughing, to the point you actually hand to lean against Sans for support. He didn't object. In fact, he actually laid more against the couch arm so you could lean into him comfortably.

Fourth shitty movie in your marathon was a parody of some space movies. You could hardly consider your "shitty movie marathon" valid anymore, since these last two movies were purposely bad in some cases, and in the end made them some of the best movies you've seen in a while. You no longer were worried about your position on the couch; you were practically laying on Sans now. He had his arm on you to help keep you steady when you laughed, and you noticed his thumb lightly rubbing small circles on your shoulder.

Fifth movie in, both of you were pretty worn out. The movie started playing before either of you could reach the remotes, and both of you were too lazy to stop it. Sans was sitting back normally, you were lying across his lap and watching the movie from the couch arm. At least you were for half the movie, before you shifted your position and started hissing in pain.

"You okay?" Sans asked concerned. You rolled off of him and sat onto the floor, grabbing at your tight neck.

"Aaaaaghhhh neck crampppppp…." You groan and tried moving your head the other direction to loosen up the muscles, instantly regretting it when the cold pain trailed down to your shoulder. You start digging your fingers into the muscles in an attempt of a massage, though you couldn't get it just right.

"Here, let me help." Sans said, gently pulling your shoulders so you sat in front of the couch. His legs went to either side of your arms, and his boney fingers brushed against your neck. You dropped your hands into your lap and started watching the TV again, trying to hide the redness of your face.

"Like this?" His fingers rubbed at the sides of your neck lightly, barley pushing.

"Nah, you gotta dig a little. It's my muscles that are tight." You explained. You figured that a skeleton wouldn't have the issues of muscle cramps, and you felt some envy invade your thoughts. The envy quickly left as Sans followed your instructions, his fingers pressing harder and massaging deep in your neck muscles. You shudder and lean forward a bit, startling Sans. He paused a moment as if to make sure you were okay, and slowly continued. It was clear he didn't know what he was doing, but he was sure good at it.

He hit a sweet spot and you automatically moved your head to allow him better access to it, giving a heavy sigh. You heard him laugh slightly, seeming to get used to how you respond to the massage.

"This feels that good?" He pressed again and rubbed, the nerves under the skin firing and making you close your eyes.

"Mmhmm." You mumble, smiling when he laughed again. God, you loved that sound. He kept it up, focusing his attempts to either one side of the neck or the other, but always keeping both sets of his fingers moving. His thumb was rubbing circles near your spine, and it felt like heaven.

After a while of this, he shifted his weight and focused his attention elsewhere. One hand kept to your neck, the other rubbing above your shoulder and you nearly melted. It has been far too long since you had any sort of massage and your body knew it. You no longer paid attention to the movie, only focusing on how good Sans's hands felt.

To be honest, most of the "massage" felt more like he was just messing with your flesh, rolling it between his phalanges and pushing it around like dough. But hell if you were going to stop him from having his fun. He focused more on your shoulders and some of your back now, you leaned forward to let him have the access, you were pretty sure the movie was forgotten about by the both of you now. Who even cared about cowboys and sheriffs anyway?

If any other human were massaging you, they would be complaining or be finished by now. You can only massage someone for so long before your hands start hurting… but apparently not skeletons. You were resting your elbows on the ground and your chin in your hands, Sans barely sitting on the couch he was leaning over you so much. You look back with heavy eyelids, seeing Sans still looking interested as a child with a new toy as he pushed the skin of your back around.

"Aren't you tired?" Your voice seems to shock him out of his focus, causing him to pause and blink.

"Should… I be?" He seemed confused, then looked a little concerned like he thought he did something wrong.

"No, well, yes. Sorta." You start, laughing a little. "Most people get tired of massaging others by now, you still good?"

He sat up a little, nodding slightly. "Yeah, I'm perfectly fine. I can stop if you want me to..?" You shook your head; him stopping was the last thing you wanted.

"If you are willing to keep going, I'm not going to stop you." You laugh, but have an idea. "Here, hand me the pillows." You point to the pillow by him, and he gives it to you along with the one on the other side. You put one on the ground and lay on your stomach, arms to the side. You place the other one on your butt and give it a pat. "Here, you can continue now." You laughed lightly, getting comfortable on the floor.

Sans hesitated, slowly lowering himself to the floor and supporting himself on his knees, before gently sinking onto the pillow. You waited a moment and wondered if this was too uncomfortable for him. Before you could say anything, his hands were back on your back and massaging your skin. You suppressed a moan as he managed to rub all of the spots that seriously needed to relax.

The next movie started playing on the TV, though neither of you paid it any mind. Sounded like some romantic comedy from the intro, but the beat only made you more tired. "Hey Sans?" You ask, turning your head out of the pillow.

"Yeah?"

"Your hands are made of magic." He looked confused for a moment before you laughed, and he laughed too. You shook your head and plopped it back down on the pillow. "No really, I'm probably going to fall asleep if you keep this up. Just so you know." You closed your eyes and continued to enjoy the massage.

"Is that alright with you if you do?" He asked, slowing down his hands slightly, unsure if you wanted him to stop now.

"Hell yeah." You mumble into the pillow. "Just stop whenever you get bored man, I don't mind feeling this good." You laugh quietly to yourself. You felt Sans nod and pick up the pace again, messing with the skin on your back like play dough.

You were a human of your word, and by the time the main characters of the new movie were introduced, sleep stole you away from the waking world.