Hint: cider is strong and the sexual tension is stronger.
The next week is a flurry of activity, as the town bands together to start repairing your damaged house, and your time is taken up between visiting to take care of your bees and flowers, and making a livable space for yourself in Sans and Papyrus' home. The boys fight over who will give up their beds for you until you drag your own mattress into the house and set up camp in the living room. That stops them from arguing, and besides their attempts to get you to take a bedroom, peace is restored. Not that you mind them fighting to make your stay comfortable. The attention and assistance you receive from both of them is delightful, and you wouldn't give it up for anything, not even having your house back.
So, while you make do with your modified living space in your crushes' home, you drive your truck to and from your house, checking on the progress of the patching of the roof, the stability of the frame, the restoration of your grandfather's livelyhood. And you care for your greenhouse, and your bees, and store the crates of produce in the skeletons' shed to take to the market with them at the end of the week.
When you're at their farm, you like to watch the boys take care of their land. It's quite calming to follow Papyrus around the fields and help him weed, water, and collect the ripe fruits and vegetables. He chatters on to you about nothing, and everything. That boy can really talk, and you like to listen to him, wanting to get to know him better than you already do. He's so sweet, you sigh inwardly, as he piles sweet potatoes into the crate you're holding and tells you his favorite way to cook them, promising to show you later.
Sans is just as wonderful, making sure you're eating and comfortable while Papyrus heads off to help with the reconstruction of your home. You love his chilled out attitude that covers his caring personality, cracking jokes to make you smile when you start to think that you're outstaying your welcome. Everything he and Papyrus do makes your heart flutter, and in the weeks you spend with the two of them, your feelings are growing even more.
Which is why you order a few new seeds and cuttings to start growing, wanting to express your overwhelming feelings while still keeping them secret. Being so close to the boys gives you ample time to consider confessing to them, but what if they think your feelings are a result of gratitude? It may be too late for you now. Besides, they're such wonderful friends and you don't want to risk ruining that... Especially since you couldn't possibly choose between them. What if one of them reciprocates and one doesn't? Technically that should be fine, but you can't possibly separate your feelings now... they both have your heart, and in your kind it would be unfair to only have one of them. To who, you're not sure yet.
So, flowers it is. You bring home dwarf sunflowers and red tulips, both of them meaning similar things to red roses, but everyone knows what they mean. Roses are too obvious, but the others are obscure enough to be mistaken for a simple, pretty plant. And you cultivate them lovingly in your garden while the wonderful people of your town work on your house, rallied by the monsters who you adore.
Life goes on, and business is as good as ever.
One night, after a particularly good day at the market, the three of you have migrated from sitting respectably at the kitchen table to sprawled over each other on the couch, tipsy on apple cider. Papyrus seems to be holding his own, but Sans ends up lying face down in your lap, telling muffled puns and making you and Papyrus groan and laugh in equal measure. Something about it all feels magical, or maybe it's just the homemade alcohol bringing your suppressed feelings to the surface. A red tulip and a small sunflower sit in vases on the table, in your line of sight, and it makes you smile to see the physical representations of your love for them out in the open, despite them not knowing about it.
"You know, we keep every single flower?" Papyrus hums, following your line of sight and leaning against the couch with a big grin, his cheekbones flushed and eyelights hazy. If you thought he was adorable sober, he's even more so drunk. "Every one you give us... Goes in a book."
"In a book?"
"Yeah, you know..." He mimes closing a book and pressing it down, and your eyes widen, realising what he means.
"You press and dry them? Oh, that's so cute! You really keep all of them?" You laughed, thought you feel a bit teary all of a sudden. They really appreciate your little gestures...
"yup, they're yours, we can't chuck 'em," Sans mumbles from your lap. You feel a shiver run through him as he melts against you, your fingers stroking his skull lightly.
"You guys are so sweet..." You sigh, smiling up at Papyrus, who reaches out to tuck some hair behind your ear. The brush of his fingertips gives you goosebumps, and when his touch lingers on your cheek, you lean into it, lidding your eyes.
"What about you, buying my paintings? Putting them all over your house? Never even telling me, just supporting me silently? You're a lovely friend..." he murmurs, his high-energy quieted now, staring into your eyes and making your heart flutter in your chest.
"I think you're awesome! Why wouldn't I support you?" you giggle, barely even noticing how the two of you are leaning in, until you're closing your eyes and meeting his teeth with a sigh, as if it's the most natural thing in the world. There's no nervousness, no stress, just two people kissing, caressing each other, exploring the feeling of lips on bone and the tingle of magic that fills you and makes your toes curl with how much you want this.
Sans shifts between you, and you pull back with a gasp, red-faced, as he sits up, a little wobbly. But he only grins and reaches to cup your cheek, eyeing your lips hungrily. "you guys kissing? I want a go, is that cool?"
You nod, and then you're being kissed once again, and you practically melt into the feeling. Sans kisses differently to Papyrus, though you can't quite explain how or why, and you don't want to try, you just want to stay here, making out with your crushes like you've wanted to for months. You grasp onto his flannel, and meet his shifting teeth with brushes of your lips, the feeling so exciting that you can't help but want to keep going.
You're not sure how long you spend kissing Sans, pulling back to kiss Papyrus again, then back to Sans, their hands trailing through your hair and touching your face and holding you, but eventually Sans sinks back into your lap and falls asleep, and Papyrus helps you both to your mattress in the corner, before curling up around the two of you and pulling the blankets up.
You know things will be different in the morning, but for now, as you fall asleep, this feels perfect.
Flower meanings:
Sunflower, dwarf: Adoration
Tulip, red: Passion, declaration of love
