undertale: the human equation

chapter 11:

Sans:

Who did it? Sans wanted to know, and he would do his best to find out. Someone had burned Frisk's garden, and because of it, she could have gotten hurt. She did get hurt. Even though Sans had saved Frisk from her crumbling house, she had gotten a concussion. Someone had tried to hurt Frisk and it made Sans unbelievably angry.

When Sans woke, though, with Frisk in his arms. For a few shining moments, everything else faded away as he stared at her sleeping face. She looked so peaceful, and Sans almost laughed when she let out a snore. She snores, he thought with a giggle. I'm never gonna sleep again. That wasn't true, but he was happy nonetheless.

Then his gaze drifted to her chest, where his shirt had fallen astray. Her cleavage sat right in the open and Sans reacted without thinking. His loins got hard and he suddenly sqeezed his eyes shut, willing himself to calm down. He was getting used to moments like that, where Frisk would unknowingly do something that drove him wild. Jesus, she's asleep, he thought. You're being ridiculous. Sans snickered again, but this time it was because he made a pun: Ri-dick-ulous.

Frisk groggily opened her eyes and Sans went into a panic. He was still hard as a rock and she had no idea. Once Frisk saw him she broke out into a smile. 'Oh, hello,' she said sweetly. 'I forgot where I was for a moment.'

Sans studied her sleepy little face for a moment. 'I thought I might still be dreamin,' he said gently.

Frisk blushed and laughed. It sent shivers through Sans, and he tried to fight all his primitive urges.

'So, how was it?' Sans asked.

'How was what?' Frisk asked, rubbing her eyes. She hadn't realized that she was showing off her cleavage, but Sans wasn't going to argue with the sight.

'Your first time sleepin' with a guy,' Sans said with a grin.

Frisk blushed and suddenly sat up. 'We didn't,' she started.

'I meant literally,' Sans said with a chuckle.

'Oh,' Frisk said. 'Right.' She had moved her shirt to hide herself, which was a shame considering how pretty she was to Sans.

'You didn't answer my question though,' Sans said.

Frisk merely smiled. 'I slept like the dead.'

Sans's stomach grumbled. He cursed himself and his body, as per the usual whenever he got hungry.

'I can go make food,' Frisk said immediately and stood up. Before she could scurry away, Sans used his magic to tug on her wrist. She gave him a questioning look.

'Let's go on a date,' he said.

Frisk:

Frisk almost couldn't believe what was happening as she and Sans walked to the surface. It seemed as though a lot had happened in a short period of time. It was ridiculous that Sans was holding her hand and talking about buying her clothes, (where and when he had gotten his money was a mystery.) He wasn't just going to buy her things, he was excited. He was human. For the first time, Frisk realized that though Oliver had feelings for her, part of his unease came from how abrupt all of the changes had been for the last week and a half.

Maybe that's why he didn't want to have sex, Frisk thought. She suddenly felt guilty for being so eager.

Sans took Frisk to a resteraunt that she hadn't even known existed. Frisk often spent her time traveling back and forth between the underground and the surface, but she didn't make a habit to explore the town. Frisk liked her house and she liked keeping her distance from humans, and even monsters. Though Frisk had no troubles socializing, she simply didn't like to. It was part of what was so attractive about Sans. He didn't seem to like to be the center of attention.

He certainly liked to eat, though. Frisk's salad looked meager compared to the burger, fries and dessert that Sans ate.

'I still don't get it,' he said at one point. 'Food is one of the greatest things, why do you eat so little?'

Frisk shrugged. 'Just not as hungry.' She didn't dare admit that she liked the way Sans ate. She liked that he wasn't rail thin. She liked everything about him.

Afterwards he took her to a boutique. The two were very uncomfortable in the expensive looking store, and after a few minutes, Sans nudged Frisk and leaned close.

'There's a thrift shop like right across the street,' he whispered. 'Wanna go there instead?'

'Yeah,' Frisk said with a grin.

In the thrift store, Frisk found giant sweaters and well fitted pants while Sans looked at old baubles on a nearby shelf. He got particularly interested in a lava lamp, and Frisk tried to pay for her own things before Sans teleported next to her and paid for her clothes. She felt a little guilty for it.

They walked outside after the sun had set to find dozens of people thronging in the streets. They were talking so loudly that when Frisk tried to say anything she was drowned out. Sans didn't seem to notice when she tried to speak, but he gave her a knowing look after a few moments and put his arm around her. He held her close and leaned into her ear.

'Hold tight,' he whispered.

Sans teleported while holding Frisk. A prickly sensation covered Frisk's body and in the blink of her eyes, they were standing near the hole separating the underground and the surface. The two went home holding hands, and spent the evening with Papyrus and Mettaton watching old movies.

When they went into the bedroom to sleep, Frisk had a hard time ignoring her own urges. Sans turned his back while she put on pajamas and when they laid down, Frisk was tempted to kiss him. No, she didn't want to simply kiss him, she wanted to do everything. As Frisk laid with Sans, she wondered how she could even tell him. How could she say: I want to have sex with you? She knew that she couldn't hold back her desires for long.