"Kisses like that will make it hard to wait." You say to Sans, and get a wider grin. Guided inside the place, you are taken up to the counter this time instead of a booth. At the counter you both settle on the same things a burger each and some fries. You hadn't realized how hungry you were until the food is in front of you. Having missed a bit of the morning meal due to your trip to Alphys, and only going on a small bit of Papyrus' spaghetti. Once you get your sight back, you would have to show him more to the sauce and assist in teaching him.
Sans has his back to the counter while a few of the dog monsters were clamoring Sans for pets. It is endearing to watch as these humanoid dog creatures pine for his attention. Sans gives them each pats on the head, and petting under their chins. He catches you staring at him, and gives you a lazy wink. Thankfully the necklace you are given reduces the need of the bucket , you leave it glowing and see equivalent to someone in a dark room with mild luminance on these faces. It was better than dim flashlight view.
There is a relaxed feeling in the air around Sans, and you let out a calm sigh at feeling so relaxed. The thoughts of what might come later out of your head for now, you are enjoying his company and Sans is clearly enjoying yours with how he leans closer to you, to loop an arm around your shoulder with his right and pull you in.
One of the dogs moves close to you after seeing you be so close to Sans, a smaller white dog in armor, and rests its head on your lap, tail wagging wildly. You raise your hand a smidge and a yip is made excitedly, you strain to focus in the light. Its neck got longer; you cast a glance over to Sans who keeps that lazy grin.
"Ya got him started, keep going." Sans encourages you to keep petting the dog, and as you do his head keeps growing. A little bewildered by this, but you haven't pet nearly enough, trying to see exactly how long the neck can stretch. You keep it up, Sans is leaning back on the bar counter watching you have the time of your life like this. To him the look on your face is all he needs, something of joy and not held back. When you feel like you have petted the dog enough you give a patient smile to the dog who gets the idea that you are done.
Your nerves are eased just from the peaceful atmosphere between you and Sans. Once you had finished your food, you stand up with Sans' help he starts to guide you out of the place, winding an arm around you. You look up and thanks to the necklace you can see him under the faint light, there is a moment where his eyes shine for you, and you feel a unique connection. You barely even register that you and him are walking, Sans is guiding you along and your senses come back once the cold air of outside hits you. Snapping you out of your daze, you barely even notice the stares of awe from the rest of the patrons. More they are giving looks of praise and admiration, witnessing something real, and endearing.
"Cold-struck?" Sans guides you under his arm, pulling you closer to him, leaning down a touch to nuzzle his face to the top of your head. The short walk from Grillby's to the skeleton brother's house felt longer with how Sans would stop to talk to someone, or someone running up to him to ask a question. Sometimes stopping suddenly just to hear a squeak from you. Once inside the house, the atmosphere you felt from before intensifies, you feel relaxed in Sans' presence, even as he guides you towards the couch. You hear him practically plop onto it, and only a moment longer before you are pulled into his arms.
You tense up at this; worry is written all over your face, and you sit up quickly. Echoes of what Alphys said hitting you ten-fold. Sans sees this clearer than you, and merely sitting in his lap reminded you that there is something to be done. Your hands fidget with the hem of your shirt, cheeks burning no doubt red from the blush as you start to tug the shirt upwards. Sans' hand stops it from moving, and instead you are pulled closer so your face is against his shoulder.
"Easy star-eyes. We don't have to rush this; we can wait as long as you need. I want you to think about this before you commit yourself to it." This settles you down a bit, and a shaky breath you were holding is exhaled.
"I… don't mean to be nervous… I mean…" You look down avoiding his face, and feel his hand move under your chin to gently lift it back to him, to lock eyes, one of his fingers brushing the charm on the necklace.
"You mean?" Sans is closer than he was, placing a pseudo kiss on your cheek, and turning so the cheekbone rubs against the flesh of your own cheek.
"I am scared… not that it will hurt, or anything. I'm scared.. that you'll leave me." Sans is regarding you now with a serious expression, waiting for you to continue.
"One of my friends, they were with this person for a long while, a few years together. When they were "together" the next day, they were left out of the blue, after the first time. Told they were never even truly loved." You fidget more with your hands, but do not look away from Sans as you explain this story. His eyes blacken brief, then he leans in to give you a kiss, one full of love.
"That is a horrible thing that person did. No, I will never do anything like that to you. When monsters pick mates, they're for life, none of that one time fling things. They stay unless two big things happen, either they fall out of love or basically betrayed in love. Or their partner dies, I've rarely seen monsters with mates that have passed away, move on though." Sans is pressing more kisses to each side of your face, each one melts away worry.
"Love bonds here are taken serious, if I only had the intention of one thing with you, I would not bring you to all these places, or home." He ends the last kiss on your lips, one of his hands ghosts up your back trailing the phalanges up it. A delightful shiver comes from you, and you lean in closer to him, feeling at ease. Returning his kiss, you press another to his forehead.
"Wait, you mean?" You look up at him, and he's giving off a wider grin. "But… we can take time, at least for me to be ready?" Sans nods, and runs the fingers that are on your back up through your hair combing through it.
"As long as you need, be it this moment, today, days, weeks, months, or years, perhaps even not at all. That is only up to you, and when ya feel you want to." The hand in your hair finishes combing through and ends with cupping the left side of your face. Bringing you in to place another kiss, you are eagerly returning it.
"Thank you, but can I ask you something?" You keep his stare, and when you know his full attention is on you. "Why are you going to such great lengths to protect me like this? Won't bad things happen if you are caught, I mean… you've done so much for me." You downcast your stare, with the limited vision you can see your own body, and that reminds you of something else. "I am not as pretty as some of the monsters I have seen, I'm not thin, or glamorous… I've been plain my whole life. I-ow!" Sans bumps his skull forehead against yours, followed by Sans pushing his mouth against yours to stop you from saying anymore. When you pull back you see blue as both eye sockets are lit up, and slightly flaming.
"I don't know who put that thought in your head, but clearly they're idiots for thinking and making you feel low on yourself." Sans lifts your face and holds your head in a comfortable way so you can't look away from him.
"As you see, I'm a skeleton; I have no skin, no muscle, no fat, and no hair. Things on a normal human body can make someone envious, you are so soft, and you're more beautiful than anything I've seen here. I didn't make a promise to you back in Waterfall for nothing." One hand has slipped down to grasp yours, lacing fingers together. Sans presses his forehead against yours.
"You barely see, let alone know much down here. I am with you not because of a promise to the person behind the door, but as someone that perhaps… gives me something to fight for." His voice is faltering on a spot, and you can see it in his eyes.
Your own eyes soften, and you are leaning in closer to keep your forehead against his. Listening to Sans' praises; a warm feeling in your chest, and heat blooming through you. With your hands held together, you lean into give him another kiss. This kiss is also returned, but you startle from the sensation of Sans' mouth parting, a chuckle from him not knowing he could do that. You feel something press at the trench of your lips, parting your mouth you feel it slip into your mouth. You meet this appendage; a tongue, and coil yours with it deepening the kiss with a tilt of your head back and his up and to the side.
One of his hands in yours squeezes tighter, as a sigh of contentment escapes you between the kiss. Sans' hand that is not doing anything slips up underneath the back of the shirt you are wearing. Trailing the ends of the phalanges against skin, you shiver from it, and moan soft into the kiss. You move your hands to grip his coat, while his now free hand roams down along the front of your chest pausing just over the curve of your breast then avoiding it.
You ache for the touch, and when Sans' hand pass over it upwards you push closer to his hand. The back of his hand brushing over the mound, earning a hum of approval from him. You taper the kiss off and light pants for air come from you; Sans is trailing the tongue along your jaw till his mouth is against your ear. "I think I love how soft you are." He grabs gentle at your hips and the way you are seated pushes your hips against his. A sighed moan escapes you, and both of your hands shoot up to cover your mouth.
"Ah, already singing, and I've barely started. Let me hear more." Sans nips at your earlobe, while his hands push you back down against his hips. Earning another heated sighed moan, louder than the last one. You are getting more vocal, and he enjoys hearing your voice. You feel something against your groin, and instinctive you press down against it. A grunt from Sans tells you he liked it, and you do it again, settling into a rhythm with him.
Sans presses his tongue against your neck, the necklace providing a bit of annoyance. A nip at your neck when you grind back against Sans' lap; his hands helping guide you with his rhythm. You feel the bump more against the swell of your cloth covered folds, and Sans pushing you down to grind right there. Another moan torn from you, louder while you feel hotter, you barely feel one of his hands slip beneath the hem of your pants, pressing down in front. The tongue against your neck moves and Sans' teeth catch on the collar of your shirt tugging it enough so he can bite gentle at your shoulder. Another sigh from you, and your eyes widen at what you feel next.
You feel bone against the next barrier of cloth from your panties. The hand stills there when you tense up, and your desire wins out as you push your hips down into his hand. Sans' curls his hand so the knuckle spots bump against your clit; a higher moan escapes you and he takes note of it. When you press back he does it again grinding his fingers against the nub, turning his hand so the length of Sans' fingers are felt against the crease. He curls them where he feels the most heat and moist, at the entrance.
You jump in his lap, and cry out when his fingers slip around the barrier, pressing against the hole not penetrating but playing with the very spot. Sans' fingers spread the folds then slip back upwards till they brush over the fleshy nub.
"That's my babygirl, you are doing great. Keep moving yer hips like that, atta' girl. Keep going." Sans is next to your ear again, while you sob in pleasure against his shoulder. He emits a groan when you deftly bite on his clavicle, tears are forming in your eyes at the overwhelming sensation. Your vision darkens as you close your eyes to focus on the sensations now, letting go of your worries for now and letting more sounds come from your lips slightly muffled from the bone.
You release the bone from your teeth only to end up sucking on it when you feel his fingers rub your clit slowly then dip back down along your hot core. He keeps up this rubbing curling his fingers avoiding pushing further than what you are comfortable with.
You feel a pressure in your tummy, and you are moving closer to his hand. "I feel so hot. Your hand feels so good. I… feel… something." You manage out, voice panted at the end as you push your hips down and grind against his hand. Sans backs his fingers off from the hole, and pays sole attention to the fleshy nub. Your hips bouncing with his hand pushing against it.
"That's it sweetheart, come on, yer hot, ya feel good. Damn you're beautiful like this." More praises in your ear, and fingers pressing harder against the nub. Your moans are raising in pitch and placing your face back against his shoulder you find the bone you were sucking on and do it again. The pressure building more intense, and when you feel on edge, you arch backwards.
You brace your hands on his knees and push back down against his hand, Sans is meeting your hip movements keeping pace' Watching your whole body shake and feel a lot hotter, just barely Sans is pressing his fingers back against the hole. Still not pushing them in save for the tips of his fingers, his thumb against your clit rubbing and keeping you at your high point.
You feel your knees jerk involuntary and your toes curling, every nerve on fire. The tension in your tummy peaks finally and you cry out Sans' name in a swift yelped cry. Sans feels a fluid rush on his fingers and the hole clamping down on his fingers, twitching. He keeps rubbing gentle and quickly easing you through your first orgasm like this.
Pressing your face back against his chest, your face is hot, and you tilt your head enough from Sans' nuzzling it to get a kiss from you. A full sigh between the kiss and you feel satisfied, the hard feeling below you is gone. You lock eyes with Sans only to blush fierce.
"Damn you are gorgeous." His praise is backed with more pecks of his mouth against your cheek.
"That really happened." You say more to yourself aloud, and hear Sans hum in confirmation.
"Sure did, and here ya feel great. Can't wait to feel you when you're ready." Sans presses his face against yours.
"I appreciate that, I'm fine with things like this. Although… I kind of want to do something for you now." Sans is lit up with magic to the point you can see clearer. There is light emitting from his eyes, mouth, chest, and his pelvis.
"Well doll, if you really want to. Then we'll start slow and work up to the big part." The glow in his chest is brighter along with the one at his shorts.
"Are you sure about this?"