When the tunnel finally, miraculously reached its end, the sky was lightening. Instinctively, Frisk recognized that the sun was just on the brink of rising. The deep purples and blues of night were relenting, bowing the the sun's fiery reign of color. A crisp morning breeze that spoke of springtime tousled them, and she couldn't believe how fresh the air smelled. Forgetting herself for a moment, Frisk sucked in a lungful of it. Wow.

Something new was pumping through her veins as she took it all in. At the same time, the fear was disintegrating in her chest. As it fell away, the new feeling gained strength. It was...exhilaration. This was it; they were really here. There was craggy mountain rock at their feet, a field below them, and endless sky above. And it was all beautiful. Had Frisk really feared it all these years? If she had gone Up on her own, she mused, maybe she still would have.

But she was far from alone now. Sans was still holding her hand, looking around in a daze and blinking just as much as she had done. He looked different in natural light - softer, somehow. Or maybe it was just the look on his face. In all of their years of friendship, Frisk had never seen his expression so awed. For once, he had no quip or clever pun to voice. It was safe to say that Sans' first glimpse of the Surface left him speechless.

Frisk was the one to eventually break the silence. "Do you like it?" That was a dumb question, she knew, but Frisk felt obligated to ask it. Seeing the land she had come from made her want to know his opinion of it. Even though she hadn't called the Aboveground home in a decade, in light of its beauty, she felt proud of it.

"I dunno how to explain it, but… it's so much more than I thought it would be," Sans replied incredulously.

That made her smile. Now that Frisk was seeing it, she remembered. There was so much to the Surface. You could walk for days, for weeks, and see only a tiny portion of what it had to offer. That was what made it both exciting and dangerous.

Sans looked at her after he had answered. "Are you still afraid?"

Frisk considered. Was the thought of encountering other humans still scary to her? Yes. But right now, standing on the edge of here and there with her best friend...she wasn't afraid. She could do this. The part of her that had feared the Surface so badly had already fallen away, a part of the past forever.

"I'm...I'm okay, I think." she told him.

"Let's get moving to the village and see if we can't find that house, then."

As if stepping out of a trance, the pair awoke from marveling the land and set off down the faint path that trailed into a forest, where the settlement waited. The path they trod could hardly be classified as a road, at first - it was just a long stretch leading down where the grass had been tamped flat by footfall for a good mile. Frisk assumed it was that way because many monsters left the Underground, but not many ever returned to visit. Each pair of footprints usually traveled only once, in the direction of the settlement. Except for Toriel, of course. She probably traveled to and fro ten times as much as the average monster.

Frisk thought about her mother as she and Sans made their way further along the path. In a delighted frenzy, Toriel had hastily arrange to make another trip to the Surface upon hearing Frisk's acceptance, even though she had only just returned from a journey there. It was a comfort to Frisk to know that she would be nearby, as well. By the time they hit the forest (Sans muttering aloud how different and cool these trees were from the blackened, gnarly ones that tended to thrive Underground), the sun was making its official debut.

"You melting yet?" Frisk teased as they squinted to look at the bright disc ascending from the horizon.

"Shut up, you." He hip-checked her, eyes still pinned to the blinding light in sheer wonder.

Gradually, the path under their feet grew more and more worn, until the grass fully gave way to dirt. If she looked hard, Frisk could see buildings far ahead of them, and her excitement doubled at once. A house that was all hers waited somewhere up there. A house that she and Sans would share for an entire week, just the two of them. The possibilities were endless. Impatience butted up against her suddenly; they were so close.

The last ten minutes of walking seemed like it took as long as the walk up the tunnel had. At long last, however, Sans and Frisk found themselves standing in the monster settlement. Since it was so early, the makeshift streets were empty, barren as the day arose. Toriel had explained that the majority of the monsters were still very sensitive to daylight, and didn't venture out on sunny days until noon had passed.

Though many of these empty paths were just earth, the main road was paved with cobblestones. From where she stood, Frisk could see a hodgepodge of homes, a building that appeared to be some sort of market, and some other buildings that she couldn't guess the importance of just then. She wasn't too worried about them; her concentration was on finding her own house.

...What had Asgore said? It felt like years and years since they'd talked. Fortunately, it turned out that the house wasn't hard to miss. Situated slightly away from the cluster of other homes, its bright blue hue immediately caught her eye. Frisk knew at once that the home belonged to her. It was her favorite color, and the flower boxes in the window with overflowing with bright yellow blossoms.

"This one screams Frisk to me!" Sans declared at the same time she was about to point it out, and he lead the way down the neat little path to her home. Unlike the other homes, it was paved with stone just like the main road was. There was a mailbox set off the side of the path, painted to match the house with white trim. The house itself looked pretty small, only one story, unlike Sans' and Papyrus' home back Underground. Frisk didn't care if it was little; she didn't take up much space. As she finally stood on the front step of the house she had been promised so many years ago, Frisk never thought her heart had beaten so fast in her life. A house all hers! It was right in front of her, but the idea still seemed crazy.

Sans stepped aside so that she could do the honors of opening her own front door. With a steady breath, Frisk grasped the doorknob. It turned effortlessly in her hand, as if it had been waiting for her and her alone. A blast of warmth rushed out from the open doorway, and the scent of something delicious baking hung tentatively on the air. Frisk let herself in, and Sans followed.

The space they walked into was perfect in her eyes. When the door had shut behind them, Sans and Frisk found themselves in her living room. It had a variety of squashy armchairs and a long couch, a modest television, and some board games tucked under the coffee table. The kitchen was open to the left, where they soon discovered the source of the amazing smell - her mother had left a pie on the counter and a note telling Frisk that she would be visiting tomorrow after they got settled in.

Frisk wasted no time in exploring the rest of the house, getting new surprises with each new room. Apparently, someone came in every week or so to maintain upkeep on it. That was really touching to her, to think that someone would loyally take care of the house that had been left for her even though she hadn't set foot in it til now. Her monster friends were far too sweet.

Together they explored every inch of the house (Sans carrying around the slice of pie he was eating in one hand because he was too famished to wait), and with every room, Frisk's heart felt a little fuller. All this time, this perfect little house had been waiting for her. And all this time, she had been too afraid to even consider seeing it. The thought filled her with guilt. She had been afraid, yes...but perhaps also a bit selfish. She resolved to go out and thank the folks who had taken such nice care of the house while she was visiting here on the Surface.

It was unbelievable to think of all that had happened only in the span of a few hours. Finally mustering the courage to go Up. The long journey here with Sans. Marveling at the beauty of the rising sun. Coming here, and taking in all the little wonders of the house. Frisk should have been exhausted, but something was keeping energy licking through her system. She would probably crash a few hours from now when the thrill started to wear off, but for now…

The master bedroom seemed like a good place to take her traveling companion.

Sans' genuine excitement about seeing the Surface for the first time had been endearing and adorable, and Frisk knew she had made the right choice in saying yes to him. He deserved this. It was so wonderful to be able to give him this. Would Sans say yes if she asked him to break in the new bed with her, or would he want to see more of the Surface first?

Luckily, she didn't have to be the one to ask. "Hey," his low voice spoke in her ear as his arms hugged her suddenly from behind. Frisk swore he could read her mind these days. "I don't know about you, but it's been a long few hours. How about we go see what that bed is made of?" Kisses began to dapple her neck and shoulders.

"Mmm...you sure you don't want to do any exploring?"

Frisk wanted him badly - something about the freedom of an empty house and no close neighbors had her wet already - but wanted to make sure she wasn't denying him any experiences.

"Naw. We can save that for another day. We're 'settling in'...remember?" She felt his tongue appear, lapping at her earlobe. "If I could, I'd let to settle in and explore you."

With zero warning, he had grabbed her and whisked her up in the air, carrying her bridal-style the way he had since the beginning. There was no one around to hear, so Frisk shrieked like a child at the unexpected lift, the sound of alarm dissolving into giggles as he covered her face with kisses. God, he was perfect. Sweet and sexy and all hers at last.

The walk to the bedroom didn't take long. She found herself deposited on the spacious bed, looking up at her eager lover.

"What do you feel like?" he grinned good-naturedly.

She pretended to consider, as if the dirty thought hadn't been brewing in her mind for ages now. Ever since she had come home from that trip to the castle, she had felt like dominating Sans in the way he'd dominated her. The idea of seeing him squirm a little sounded very...appealing.

"I want you...on your back. So switch me." Sans was pulled onto the mattress, giving no resistance. She couldn't help but notice that his cock was already there, straining his sweatpants She raised an eyebrow at him, and Sans blushed a little.

"Eager, are we?"

Sans sort of shrugged. "'S been a long time since we did this."

"Liar! It's been four days." Frisk swatted him, laughing. "Your life is truly so difficult, Sans."

She took his pants off, watching the erection spring free. Shimmying out of her own, Frisk splayed her crotch teasingly across his pelvis, holding his cock out of the way with one hand. Slowly, keeping her eyes locked with his the entire time, Frisk began to rock her hips low into his, purposefully ignoring the twitches his dick was giving from the action.

"Hey...what're you doing?" Sans breathed, eyes lidded.

"Teasing you." No use beating around the bush, was there?

"Aww, c'mon...Frisk…"

A wicked grin split her face. "What do you want? Something like...this?" Smoothly pushing his dick inside of her, Frisk delighted in his relieved gasp.

"Yes, mmnh…" When he was fully in, Sans started jolting his hips up to meet hers, keeping a steady rhythm.

Instantly, Frisk was off of him, and he growled in frustration as his dick slid out of her. "What're you doing, ugghhh…" Wow, he was really whining now.

"Do you want me?" Frisk murmured, throwing one of his own lines back at him.

He frowned. "What do you think?"

"Then hold still and behave."

She let his cock sink deep into her again, biting her lip to avoid crying out from the sensation. Damn, was it a welcome feeling. Frisk couldn't let him know how badly she wanted this, too. She had to be in control right now. It was too good to quit.

Languidly, Frisk began thrusting into his dick, really struggling to keep silent as it rubbed her g-spot. Sans had no such struggles - under her, he panted and whined, murmuring her name amongst a string of pleas.

"Frisk, c'mon… you're going so slow… I'll never come at this rate, please…"

God, had he ever sounded this tempting? Part of Frisk considered just ramming into him now. She knew just what sounds he'd made when that happened. But no...this was too entertaining to give up just yet. Frisk threw him a bone and increased her pace a little, loving the influence she had over him.

If only he knew what influence he had over her at the same time. From the way she was riding him, the tip of his dick rubbed inside of her, hitting that spot over and over, making her thighs tingle. Panting, Frisk forgot her motives for a moment and sped up the pace considerably. Her urges had gone primal, wanting only to have him strike deep within her over and over.

Under her, Sans was falling apart. Shamelessly he moaned, crumpling the nice, pristine sheets as he fisted them. It was easy to tell from the look on his face and the desperate edge in his voice that he was nearing orgasm.

"Frisk," he gasped. "Please please please please go faster, ohhh my God -"

Fuck it.

Placing one hand on the headboard to steady herself, Frisk let her inhibitions go. She pounded down on him like she had been born to do it, finally letting herself make some sort of sound while she fucked him. The headboard banged against the wall as she drew him closer and closer to an explosive climax, and at long last -

"Fuck, Sans!"

"Frisk, I'm coming, I'm coming -!"

They reached their breaking point at the same time, orgasms intermingling as they cried out the other's names.

When the sensation ended, Sans tilted his head back, his blazing eyes aimed toward the ceiling. "God, Frisk. You filthy tease." His dick dissipated inside of her, his energy spent. Her juices flowed out of her once he was gone, dripping slowly down onto his pelvis.

"What can I say? You're hot when you beg." Frisk leaned down to kiss him.

"You're pretty hot when you make me."

For a moment they rested, in the unfamiliar bed that they had claimed together. Eventually, the got up and cleaned off, and spent the rest of the day munching on the pie and being as lazy as possible. Sans fell asleep with his head in her lap while they watched the strange human programs on TV in the living room, and Frisk dropped off not long behind him.

Aboveground had amazing potential.

Oh jeez, you guys. I'm sorry to be late again, and without warning. Finals are next week for me and I'm losing my head, I'm afraid. :c I was up doing schoolwork til 4 AM and I just crashed last night without completing today's chapter. So if I'm dysfunctional for a while, please forgive me. I'm still trying to churn out a chapter a day.

Anyhoo, how'd you like this? Took me forever to write the transition between OH WOW IT'S BRIGHT UP HERE to LET'S FRICK FRACK IN THIS FRESH NEW BED. But I think it turned out okay.

I've noticed I've been getting some guest reviews/reviews from people who don't PM that I can't reply to, so let me take the time to answer them right here! I feel bad if I don't get back to you guys.

To talltree-san: Yeah, I've noticed comments about Sans and Frisk making babies. While I like the idea and have seen some HELLA cute art of the concept on Tumblr, I don't feel like it would be right for this story. I try to keep No Bones light and sexy, and a baby would disrupt that. I'm not saying that I'll never write it; I would like to. Just not here. Thanks for your kind words and your feedback! :3

To Ven: Gosh, you make me laugh. That thing about Sans accidentally sending the clip to Undyne? I REALLY want to write that now, just for shits and giggles. xD And you struggling not to lose your shit at the gym over "dick banana death grip"? I lost it just imagining you! Thanks for the salute! I'm just a shy little Alphys in real life myself, with a dirty mind and quick typin' hands. Nerdy and dirty, that's my motto.

To lunabeam: THANK YOOOU

To the unnamed Guest who was worried: Thank you for worrying about me, but I'm not sick! Just overloaded and frazzled because I have four college finals next week. And oooh, do I like your idea of sexy truth or dare. Definitely gonna file that one away for the future. ;) Your high praise makes me blush! :3 Thank you, you are too sweet.

To moonshadow: I've watched a lot of gamplay of Life is Strange by Jacksepticeye, and plan to pick the game up for myself here soon! :D I'm so flattered to hear you say you can't put my fic down, thank you! I'll keep it up for sure.

I think that's everyone...but let me know it I missed you. I try to reply to everyone, but sometimes I get turned around and accidentally miss one or two. Dx But even if I skipped you, please know that I appreciate all the kind things you have to say! :)

Well, see you guys tomorrow!

Ever scandalous,

WickedScribbles