[[ Okay guys, this is it. Here begins the floofy fluffs! I warned you, and it's happening. Starting from here things will start getting sexual on occasion. Not in this chapter! But eventually! I'll try and make it all as skippable as possible, though, for those of you who'd rather not partake. In this chapter you'll find Papyrus being a shit, and a lot of exploration. Lots of lovey poetic crap, as well as Sappy Sans. I apologize in advance, and I hope you enjoy! 3333 ]]
When Papyrus opens his eyes to look at the clock on the bedside table that morning, he'd been surprised to find that he'd slept in. An entire hour and a half, at that! His lazybones brother's behavior was beginning to affect him! He'd have to spend a few extra hours at the gym with Undyne to try and make up for it. Papyrus glanced down and saw that Frisk was sprawled out next to him, their hair going every which-way, and the skeleton had to stifle a giggle. To quote the great, powerful and wise Temmie: 'Hoomans! Such a...CUTE?!' He reached out and pat the child's head before getting up, being sure to tuck the blankets back around the sleeping Frisk before he left his room.
The night had been eventful and stressful, that was certain. A part of him had been worried that all of his planning would have been for naught, that the small chance of failure would wind up splitting the two so far apart that their relationship would be irreparably damaged. But if there was one thing Papyrus had, it was hope, and he had hope that his brother would make things right. He hadn't been disappointed. He'd heard the loud banging and shouting voices, and it had been a wonder that Frisk didn't wake up. He hadn't expected for Sans to attack her, and Papyrus felt guilty for not warning her about his nightmares sooner. It had turned out to be just the thing, though, because his bonehead of a brother had finally fessed up to his feelings, and all was right with the world.
He got dressed in his battle body, gloves, and boots, straightening his red scarf in the mirror before exiting the guest room he'd stayed in. It wasn't expected for anyone to be up, but when he came out and saw the living room empty, he huffed a small sigh. Everyone was so lethargic. Maybe making a good breakfast for them would help! Grinning, he turned on his heel and walked back to the hallway, raising a hand to knock on Lena's bedroom door. The sound was softer, muffled by his gloves, and after a moment of no response, he decided to carefully poke his head in and ask the human what she wanted for breakfast. Papyrus truly was the most thoughtful of friends! So he did just that, turning the knob and opening the door just enough to glance in, but was surprised to find her bed empty. Frowning, he turned and closed the door behind him. 'Where on earth could the human have gone off to at such an early hour? I did not even hear her leave!' Perhaps his brother knew. He walked the few short steps across the hallway and pulled his brother's door open, opening his mouth to speak, but his voice caught in his non-existant throat.
Lena was curled up against his brother's chest, arms tucked up to her chest between them, fingers curling loosely into the fabric of his shirt. Sans had his arm thrown over her, a look of peace on his face that Papyrus had not seen in what felt like a very, very long time. The taller skeleton smiled widely, biting back a laugh of absolute delight. His plan had worked, and even better than he had expected! He may or may not have pulled out his phone and snapped a few quick photos before he closed the door as quietly as he could behind him, not wanting to disturb them. Frisk appeared in the hallway just as he got the door closed, and he pulled the human child over to the kitchen, giving a giddy 'nyeh' as he pulled out his phone and showed the pictures to them. Their face lit up and they gave a breathless giggle, covering their mouth with their hands. They had been victorious.
Breakfast was a simple affair of scrambled eggs on toast, and though it wasn't as good as spaghetti, Papyrus was fairly proud of how it turned out. He and Frisk ate quietly, cleaned up, and the skeleton helped the child into their coat before they left the apartment. "WE SHALL ASK HER MAJESTY IF SHE WOULD LIKE TO GO SHOPPING WITH US!" Frisk nodded excitedly, signing quickly, and Papyrus was laughing a hearty "NYEH HEH HEH" before they even finished. "OF COURSE WE WILL BE SHOWING HER! IT IS SOMETHING WORTH CELEBRATION!"
"What is worth celebration?" Toriel's voice suddenly came from the stairs leading up to the apartment and Frisk grinned, hands a flurry of movement as they signed. "What on earth are you speaking of, my child?" Papyrus giggled excitedly and pulled out his phone, practically shoving it into the queen's face in his eagerness to show her the pictures. She leaned back reflexively for a split second, until she saw the picture. Then she was grabbing at the phone with wide eyes, an ecstatic grin spread across her face. "Oh my stars- ...They are positively adorable!" she cooed, touching a paw to her cheek as she looked over the photo fondly. "It is about time the two of them got their act together, is it not?"
"I TAKE FULL RESPONSIBILITY FOR THIS! I AM THE ONE! YES! THANK YOU!" Papyrus took a gracious bow as Frisk clapped, and Toriel gave a small roll of her eyes, giggling at their antics. "I WILL MAKE MY SPECIAL CELEBRATION SPAGHETTI TONIGHT! AND I'LL HAVE TO INVITE UNDYNE AND ALPHYS AND METTATON AND-"
"Dear, forgive me for interrupting, but maybe we can hold off on that for now..." Papyrus cocked his head and frowned a bit.
"WHAT FOR?" The queen shook her head and smiled. Papyrus really was a sweet-heart, and his soul was in the right place for it, but...
"Well... It might embarrass them, dearie. Perhaps it would be best if we give them time to 'settle in' before we celebrate?" She was by no means saying not to. In fact, she had every intention of teasing Sans (all in good fun, of course!) until she was blue in the face- or, at least, until he was!
Most of the clothing Sans owned was blue, but he was beginning to think that green was trying to become his favorite color. Not just one shade of green, either, but all of them. The vibrant, sunny green of freshly-cut grass in the summertime. The more muted, mossy green of the earth underneath the trees. The deep, earthy green of the leaves on oak trees. The soft, pale green of sprouting buds at the beginning of spring. The bottomless, powerful green of emeralds. These, along with the bright golden sunlight of yellow, were all of the colors that made up her soul. He saw it last night, watched up close and intimately as the blue of his magic faded from it and the colors burst forth, its light so bright that it cast dancing shadows along the walls around them. The warmth of her soul's aura felt just like a breeze, like the first gust of fresh air he'd felt on his face after leaving the Underground. It was just as freeing and empowering as that very moment.
What in stars' name had he done to possibly deserve such a soul?
'And not just the soul...' he thought to himself, pearly whites of his eyelights gazing at her face, feeling his own soul swell with adoration within his ribs. He had never found humans to be all that remarkable before. Maybe it was the abrasive behavior of most of the ones he'd met, or maybe it was because of the species difference. It was hard to tell, but what wasn't hard to tell was that he was unmistakably enraptured by this human. This one in particular, who somehow managed to get him to lower his guard and open up his mind to her. She probably wasn't much, by human standards; hell, humans seemed to like going out of their way to talk badly about her, at times. But, to him, she was the single most stunning person in existence. The light shifted softly across her face and, for whatever reason, his soul felt a powerful urge to examine. Maybe it was the scientist in him.
He allowed his eyelights to trail across her face gently, taking in her features. The soft arch of her nose, and how it was slightly round at the end, looking a bit like a little button. 'Heh, cute...' he mused, and his eyes immediately took notice of all the little tiny freckles. There was a healthy smattering of them across her nose and cheekbones, like someone had messily sprayed paint across her skin. He'd wondered about that very thing the first time he saw her but, after every time seeing her after and seeing that they were still very much in place, assumed it was just something human skin did. Like scars, or moles, or other birth marks, little flaws on her pale skin, but they were remarkable. He felt rather silly for thinking of the stars, and even more so as he slowly began to wonder if they could connect into their own unique constellations, as well. The attention drew slowly from her freckles to her cheeks, which his eyes were currently focused on. They were a bit rounder than many humans he saw, but they were perfect; soft, smooth, and they held the magic of turning the most beautiful shade of red when she got embarrassed. It took a lot for him to ever like the color red again, but, seeing it on her, he felt like he could fall in love with it.
Her eyelashes were so long, and they looked soft. He wondered if they were as soft as they looked, like the edges of a downy feather. The last lines of defense for her eyes, which he couldn't see behind the pale eyelids, but he knew were there. He suddenly wished she were awake just so he could look at them, fully and properly this time, without having to worry about getting caught. He wondered if her eyes looked just like her soul. Humans had a saying, that the eyes were the windows to the soul. It was only fitting, then that such a beautiful soul had such beautiful windows. They were round and wide, not too much so, but enough to give her a look of innocence that made his soul want to reach out and cradle hers, protect it from anything that dared try to harm it. His eyelights flickered up to her eyebrows, which twitched slightly as she stirred in her sleep, and he froze, holding his breath with lungs he didn't have as he waited to see if she was going to wake up. She didn't, but her arms curled up a little closer to her chest, her right hand resting on the pillow just next to her face. Her lips parted in a small sigh and, stars, he was suddenly captivated by her lips. They looked smooth, flawless, the perfect shade of pink to compliment her skin tone (at least in his opinion), and his cheeks suddenly lit with a faint blue blush as he realized that he had kissed those very lips. He only mourned a little bit as he wondered what it would've been like if he'd had lips of his own.
Her fingers curled into a gentle fist against the pillow by her face, and he reached out before he even thought, slowly easing her fingers until they were out straight so he could examine them. Here he noticed a few of their small differences, and though he wasn't surprised by them, he still found them all the more interesting. Whereas the bones that made up his hands were wide and built closely together, hers were thinner, and longer. His hand was all bone, but they fit together in such a way that it formed a solid hand. But hers... He carefully slid his right arm out from underneath the pillow, being sure not to jostle her too much to risk waking her, and slid his hand underneath hers. It was warm, and where his hand was solid and unyielding, hers was soft, yet he could still feel the solidness of her fragile bones beneath the layers of skin and flesh. Intriguing. Holding her hand with one, he raised his left hand to touch gently at the tips of each of her fingers, starting from her pinky before slowly working toward her thumb. He could feel the pointed distal phalanx under the very tip of her fingers. He then moved downward just a bit, feeling her knuckle where the different bones met, moving on to her intermediate phalanx and, moving past another knuckle, the proximal phalanx. They felt so thin, and he wondered how on earth such tiny bones could carry all he'd seen her carry. His mind went immediately to how she carried every single grocery bag on her wrists, and he flinched, imagining these fragile bones snapping under that weight. The thought made him shiver, and he shoved it away, far preferring to continue his 'examination'. Carefully and curiously, he lifted her hand just a bit and moved her index finger, making it bend in a curling motion, watching the fluidity of her joints making the bones move together, then straightening it again. It was fascinating to think that, deep down, she was much the same as him, minus all of the magic. He ran the fingertips of his left hand across her metacarpals, feeling their ridges, and paused to brush his thumb across her pisiform bone, one of the eight carpal bones that made up her wrist. It was the most obvious, a small bump under the skin, and as he sat rubbing his thumb around it in small circular motions, tracing it, he noticed her skin beginning to react.
Small bumps began to erupt across the skin on her arm, and the tiny hairs along the back of her arm stood up. Surprised by the reaction, he slid his fingertips along her arm, feeling the soft brush of the hairs against his bones. She gave a small shiver in her sleep and he chuckled, pulling his hand back and continuing his mental inventory of bones. He was to the arm now. Carefully, he poked and prodded a few inches below her wrist, trying to feel the bones. He could feel the outermost ridge of her ulna, but the radius was evading him. The muscle and tissue was too thick to feel easily, and if he pressed too much harder, she was sure to wake. Frowning a bit, he moved to grasp her wrist, hoping to feel it better from the underside of her arm. He paused, feeling a strange sensation against his thumb, and gently turned her arm so that her hand was palm-up on the pillow. His index finger pressed gently against the spot again and, after a few minutes of careful searching, found it. The soft thrumming of her pulse against his bony fingertip made his eyes widen. He was feeling her heart. It was a simple biological fact that all he was feeling was the push of flowing blood through a vein, but something about it felt so profound. Her heart was, to humans, the center of her being, and it made sense. They didn't know about souls, and the heart was one of the most essential organs to survival for a human. If you stab a human through the heart, they die. If you break a human's heart, you break them. They just didn't realize that the 'heart' they're talking about there is actually their 'soul'.
Sans had seen her heart being broken. His soul ached dully at the memory of the grayish green glow of her aura. It was less a memory since it had only been a matter of hours since then. A part of himself wanted to hate himself for doing that to her. 'But,' he reminded himself, 'I also made it brighter than ever...' It was terrifying to him, just how much power he had over her very soul. He didn't want to fuck it all up and ruin everything. The finger that was rested against her wrist pulled away, and he slid his hand down along her arm, trying to calm the goosebumps that had broken out over her flesh. His palm ran down along her forearm to her elbow, then up to her shoulder, following the gentle dip and curve of her clavicle to her sternum. His index finger ran along it gently, stopping when he was nudging at the top of her nightgown. An azure blush burned his cheekbones and he quickly pulled his hand away, moving it back up to her neck. He wondered how many vertebrae she had, or if they were the same as his own, when his fingertip brushed against another pulse, this one much stronger. Curiously, he pressed his index and middle fingers to it, closing his eyes and just feeling it, and he found himself trying to sync his magic's ebb and flow with it.
She drew in a slow breath and his eyes widened, quickly pulling his hand away a bit and looking over her face, seeing her lips turned upward into a contented smile. And oh, the funny little things it did to his soul. He loved this girl too damn much.
He leaned his head forward, forehead practically resting against her manubrium at the top of her sternum as he just listened. The small whooshing sounds of air being pulled into her lungs, then exhaled. He kept his breathing in time with hers, watching the expanding and shrinking of her rib cage beneath her nightgown. His eyes lingered on her chest, eyelights trailing along the top swell of her breast as it peeked from the top of her gown. There was a faint movement there, and, after a moment of watching, realized that it was her heart. It thudded so strongly against her ribs that he could see it from the outside. Humans really were amazing.
'...Well, my human, anyway.' A fond smile passed over his face, and he watched as her chest lifted faintly and she drew in a short breath. He found himself, once again, intrigued. Having lungs wasn't something he was familiar with, but breathing was something he still did. Not that his body needed it, more like a habit after spending so much time with other monsters who did. He allowed his forehead to touch, resting against her, and he closed his eyes, feeling contented. It wasn't until he felt the gentle thrum of her heartbeat quicken that he opened them again, slowly pulling back and staring right into eyes, and he lost himself in them. They were wide, the green color standing out so much more because of how red her cheeks were. There was a mixture of different shades; a dark forest green lined her pupil and outer edge of her iris, while the middle was mixed with emerald greens and little bits of mossy and mint green here and there. Then, right near the center, there were little flecks of gold, difficult to see unless you were close. And he was definitely close. Her breath was washing over the lower half of his face, and he noticed that it was quicker than it normally was. Why, though?
He didn't seem to fully realize she was actually awake until right then. His cheekbones flared with his blush, a glowing shade of cyan that cast a faint hue across her own face, reflecting his embarrassed expression back at him to taunt him. With one swift moment he pulled himself away, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and getting to his feet. He started walking around the bed and toward the front door without even missing a beat. "Mornin'," he mumbled sleepily, though he wasn't nearly as tired as he made himself sound. No, he was definitely wide awake right now. He stopped at the door and gave her a little grin over his shoulder, which seemed to make her relax.
"Good morning... Um, d-did you sleep well?" she asked, still obviously shaken and trying to overcome her embarrassment. Stars, why did she look so much cuter with her face all lit up like that? He...actually had slept well. Incredibly well, considering the night's stressful events. It was the best night's sleep he'd gotten in a long time. Instead of answering, though, he just shrugged, and she gave a small laugh. "I did... I never thought a skeleton would be comfortable, but, hey." His expression faltered slightly at that, feeling his soul flutter at the...compliment? Did that qualify as a compliment? He didn't really know.
"Nah, 's just the clothes. Skeleton's aren't really that comfortable, no bones about it," he said casually, and he wandered out into the living room and toward the kitchen. She followed after him, feet padding across the carpet quietly, and she gave a small snort at his pun.
"I feel like that may be a blanket statement," she said, brushing past him to the kitchen and going straight for the fridge, opening it up to look inside. "I wonder where Papyrus and Frisk went..." Sans frowned slightly. He hadn't even thought of that. 'Why hadn't I thought to find that out yet?' He pulled out his phone quickly, intending to send his brother a text, but saw that there was already two waiting for him.
| Papyrus: GOOD MORNING BROTHER! THE HUMAN FRISK AND I HAVE GONE OUT WITH HER MAJESTY FOR THE DAY! PLEASE BEHAVE AND DO NOT CAUSE LENA ANY MORE TROUBLE. AND WORRY NOT! FOR I HAVE FORGIVEN YOU FOR ALL OF YOUR AWFUL PUNS LAST NIGHT! (ALSO PLEASE DO NOT RESPOND WITH ANY PUNS. I AM IN PUBLIC.) |
As if he could refuse. He quickly typed out a message, hitting send just as a shit-eating grin spread wide across his face.
| sans: * sure, and hey. make sure not to fall into any immoral bodies of water. |
| sans: * 'd hate for my bro to be caught and get arrested for public in-de-sin-sea |
His phone immediately buzzed in his hands as a new message from his brother popped up, and he leaned against the wall as he doubled over laughing.
| Papyrus: YOU ARE OFFICIALLY UNFORGIVEN SANS! |
He could practically hear his brother's indignant screech, could see his eyes bugging out as he tried to cover up ears he didn't have, and it sent a whole new wave of laughter through him. Lena curiously poked her head over his shoulder to look at his phone and, when he held it out for her to read it, she just gave him a level stare.
"Wooooooooow..." She shook her head and walked off, which did little for him composing himself. It took him a few minutes to regain control over his giggles, and when he did, he had to wipe a tear from the corner of his eyesocket, and he was wheezing. 'My bro's the coolest.' Giving a fond chuckle, he opened up the second message.
| Toriel: ; ];-) |
Frowning slightly, he clicked on and opened the attached photos, curiosity winning out. He immediately wished he hadn't. His entire skull was covered with a blue flush as he found himself staring at pictures of him and Lena...and he was most definitely being pretty fucking cuddly. Embarrassingly so. 'Tori came in and took pictures?! What the hell? No...' His eyesockets narrowed. 'Papyrus.' He was going to send him soooo many puns. Not just through text, but on Undernet, too.
"What's up, Sans?" Lena's voice suddenly behind him startled him, and he stumbled away, flailing an arm as he frantically mashed his thumb on his phone's 'back' button.
"What?! Uhh hey! Mind makin' us breakfast? I'm starved! Look!" He pulled up his shirt a bit to expose his spine and ribs, giving a nervous grin. "Nothin' but bones!" Wherever the hell his cool facade had gone, it needed to come right the fuck back and help him out of this mess. Like, now.
"Ohhh...kay..." Lena said slowly, drawing the word out as she raised a brow at him, a frown tugging at her lips. She stood there for a moment, then, and he saw from the way her aura dimmed for a split second that she was thinking of something. "If um...If I did something wrong, then you should just...tell me. Okay?" His eyesockets widened and he shoved his phone back into his pocket roughly, holding his hands up in a sort of placating gesture.
"Nah, it's nothin' you did. Honest. Just..." He trailed off, thinking of how he wanted to phrase it, choosing his words carefully. "...Just kinda not used to...y'know. This?" He vaguely gestured between them, and her cheeks reddened in that way he absolutely loved. "'s not you, babe, promise." There was that nickname again, and when she reacted with a small stutter in her breath, he worried he shouldn't have. "Ah, 're you okay with that? Me callin' you that, I mean..."
"Oh. Uh...yeah. I...I really like it, actually..." Then she smiled, and oh, why was he so nervous to begin with? Something deep in his soul relaxed and he only felt a small tremble of anxiety in his soul as he stepped forward, leaning up to press a toothy kiss to her cheek.
"Cool."
Breakfast ended up being a simple affair of cereal with milk (for Lena) and ketchup (for Sans). While she normally was pretty open to different food choices, she had to stop and question the sanity of someone who doused their corn flakes with ketchup. He said that it was an acquired taste, but that he learned to relish it. She groaned. He laughed. Everything was like normal between them, as if the whole stupidity of avoiding her and the drama of last night had never happened.
Then silence settled over them, and it didn't feel entirely comfortable due to the fact that Lena kept looking at him, then looking away and biting her lip in a way that just wreaked havoc on his soul. After about half an hour of this he tore his eyes away from the television and looked at her, unsurprised to find her looking at him again. She was quick to avert her gaze, but he'd already caught her, and they both knew it.
"Somethin' on your mind, babe?" God, that simple four-letter word did funny things to her insides, making it feel like butterflies had taken to dancing inside her stomach. She squirmed slightly in her seat and stared down at the floor. How do you even bring something like this up and have it not be awkward. After a moment she chanced a glance up at him, blush burning brighter than a bonfire.
"This morning, you were, uh...staring at me..." Seeing where this conversation was headed, Sans looked away, having the grace to look embarrassed and the slightest bit guilty. "...A lot," she added, and he huffed a nervous laugh, raising a hand to scratch at the back of his skull. "Can...I ask what you were doing..?" He shrugged his shoulders (was that just a default answer for him?) and, when she didn't say anything, sighed.
"I uh...heh. What can eye say? Just tryin' to get a good look." Oh. That wasn't exactly what he imagined would be coming out of his mouth. Quick, think of something fast. "If I crossed any boundaries then, y'know, feel free to socket to me. I'd understand."
"No no, it's fine, just... I was kinda confused," she admitted, and he sighed, feeling like he dodged a bullet for some reason. After a brief pause, she glanced back up at him, eyes alight with something difficult to place. "You were just...curious?" He gave a short nod, and the smile on her face was small, and awkward, but warm. "If you wanna...y'know, satisfy your curiosity..." Sans felt his soul beat soundly in his chest, almost as if his heart had skipped a beat. "S-sorry, that's probably really weird of me to-"
"Sure." His voice had come without his bidding, giving an answer he hadn't meant to give, and certainly not that quickly. Hell, he cut her off to agree. Was he really so curious? Or was there another reason fueling his actions? She looked just as surprised by his interjection as he felt, and it took her a moment to nod.
"O-okay..."
They sat there staring at each other awkwardly for a moment, and Lena cleared her throat, trying to cover up her embarrassment with a smile and only partially succeeding, whereas Sans sat with his mouth firmly shut, if only to make certain he didn't say anything else that got him into trouble. He'd gotten them into this awkward standoff. Now what? 'She offered...' Clenching his jaw slightly, he leaned forward and carefully intertwined their fingers, holding her hand closely in his own. Feeling the thin bones of her phalanges between his own, thicker ones. How easily he could snap them with just a squeeze, yet they were powerful enough to do amazing things. He was amazed how, even here, he could feel the careful rhythm of her heartbeat, and he zoned out into it, feeling it, and he didn't even notice until she gave his hand a small squeeze. She was looking at him worriedly, lips turned down into a small frown, and he couldn't have that. He leaned forward and pressed his teeth to her lips in his form of a kiss, and they immediately pulled up at the corners, both of them smiling.
"What's so interesting about me, anyway? I'm just an ordinary human..." He wanted to tell her how wrong she was, how she was the single most interesting thing to him, the most captivating. But he simply shrugged, pulling their joined hands up so he could examine her elbow. He ran across it with his fingertips, faintly pressing into the space between the rounded knob of the olecranon and her humerous. As expected, her arm twitched, and she jerked her arm back a little, away from his prodding fingers.
"Somethin' tickle yer funny bone?" he drawled, snorting when she rolled her eyes at him.
"There's nothing funny about it. There's a really sensitive nerve that runs between there, and it huuuuurts when you bang it on something!" she whined, as if he'd just done that very thing to her. He wanted to point out how it did the same to him, but why spoil the fun?
"Huh, no kiddin'? Why do they call it the humerus then?" As he asked the question he carefully slid his hand upward along her arm, feeling the longer portion of her humerus. All it took was a small amount of pressure and her flesh dipped beneath his fingertips, and he could faintly feel the outline of the solid bone beneath. It made him want to see if he could map out every single one. He lifted her arm even higher, straightening elbow as he continued his careful prodding and poking.
"Well, I think it's probably because of the tingling sensation that hitting the nerve causes... Or maybe because people think it's funny when someone else has their funny bone hit and have a sick sense of humo- h-hey!" She flinched and tried to lower her arm as he prodded at her underarm, trying to feel the back of her scapula or the sides of her ribs, and he pulled away slightly, raising a browbone. Was she...?
"Are you ticklish?"
"No, are you?" Her words came out in a rush, far too quickly, and he felt the grin spreading across his face. The look on her face was one of fear as she regarded his expression, and she swallowed audibly.
"Nah, not really. Only on my funny bone..." Trailing off slightly, he subtly shifted closer to her; she not-so-subtly scooted away from him. He reached out with one hand and snagged one of her wrists, holding it away from her so he could create an opening for attack. He dove in with his other hand, tickling at her side and over her ribs. She yelped and bit her lip to try and contain the laughter, but it was no use. "'s wrong babe? Somethin' tickle your fancy?" She wasn't able to reply, the only sounds leaving her being gasping breaths and helpless giggles. It was infections, and he found himself laughing along with her. "Man, hearin' your laugh just tickles me pink!" These puns were terrible. He knew it. But he was off his A-game with her sitting in front of him the way she was, laughing the way she was.
"S-s-ssssstop iiiiiit!" she cried through giggles, reaching a hand out to slap at his shoulder. She immediately regret the action, since it only made her hand throb. He cackled at her and leaned in closer. She threw herself backwards, tipping and falling off of the couch. Her upper back landed flat on the floor, kneck bent at an uncomfortable angle, and her lower half stayed draped across the couch so her legs were above her head. Sans would have returned to his assault in the tickle war or come up with some witty remark, but he found himself unable as he was suddenly getting a pretty decent look at her black and four leaf clover-print underwear. Why the words "Kiss Me, I'm Irish" were printed across the front, he'd never know (lies, he knew Google like a personal friend), but something about the situation screamed that it was something he shouldn't have seen. He quickly covered his face, which had begun to burn a stunning cerulean, with one hand as he waved frantically with the other, trying to urge her to move. She did, after she got a second to get her bearings, and she sat with her legs tucked under her and her nightgown pulled firmly down to cover herself. They sat in an uncomfortable silence after that, her staring at the ground looking nearly humiliated, him so incredibly flustered that he didn't know what to say.
"...Hey, I bet I know who your favorite DC comic character is." She made a small questioning noise, tearing her eyes away from the carpet to look up at him. "...The Flash." He gave a throaty chuckle as he narrowly dodged a flying pillow, a cascade of flustered phrases meeting his (non)ears.
Ahhh, yeah... Fuck, he loved this girl.
[[ Hope you liked it! Like I said, I've been dying to write some cuteness between them for forever now! ;w; Please please please feel free to follow me and this fic on Tumblr (life-sans-sin dot tumblr dot com) and leave me a comment! Please! I love to hear from you guys! ]]