There are new story followers here on , so I figured, why not go ahead and update this version of the fic with all that I had updated from AO3? I'm sorry that I haven't truly updated in a long while, but I hope that this makes up for it somewhat. For those of you who read only here on , not on Tumblr or AO3, then I hope you enjoy... and also, I apologize in advance. You'll understand later.

Things had been hectic as all hell lately.

Between him having his freak out and trying to keep Lena hostage, to her actually being taken hostage, his mind had been stuck on 'worry' mode. His sleep was disturbed and his thoughts were racing, leading to him being very exhausted, despite feeling like he had to be hypervigilant.

The weeks that followed the 'shit hitting the fan incident' (as he was choosing to refer to it as) had been peaceful and, though he wanted so badly to just relax a little and trust it, he just couldn't, in good conscience, do that. What if, the very moment he let his guard down, something happened? What ifs were something that plagued his mind lately, too, and, despite his best attempts to ignore them, they were persistent. But he was patient, and so he wasn't going to lose his mind over waiting for whatever it was that was going to happen. Sure, he still had to talk to Asgore about the bitch- er, about Kathleen , rather. A human soul capable of using magic was a dangerous thing to monsters.

'Lena used magic too, though…' It had been weeks since then, though, and he had yet to see any sort of display of magic. The serpentine mass of magic that had been forced within her soul, laying like a trap ready to spring, had released itself through their bond forming, and he'd been making regular checks to her soul since to check on the whole 'magic shield' situation. It was gone, almost as though he'd imagined the whole thing, like it was just a bad dream...

But the tiny discolored spot on her soul proved that it was very real. He woke up several times recalling the way she'd screamed that night, and it sent a cold chill through his bones every single time.

The past week had been particularly peaceful, however. With the exception of Flowey being in the picture, it was almost as if everything were back to normal. He even found himself dozing off behind his hot dog cart, slippered feet kicked up onto the push handle in a way that was comfortable and not entirely unsanitary- a win-win, if you asked him. The lunch rush was long over, and there were only a few hours left until he got to put his cart away and head home.

'I'm gonna take a nap soon as I get home. This work's exhausting, and I'm dog tired,' he mused, chuckling as he wiggled his toes inside his slippers a bit. A small, although comforting, wave of gentle tingling warmth washed over him and he stifled a yawn, nuzzling deeper into the fuzzy hood of his jacket as his sockets slipped firmly closed, content and feeling the safest he'd felt outside of their little safe-haven of an apartment in a long while…

When he awoke, he could tell immediately that something was wrong.

It must have been a couple hours since he'd dozed off in his comfortable daze, judging from the way the late afternoon sun had settled lower in the sky. The sky was painted in bright pinks and oranges and yellows, and it cast its golden light across everything it could touch between the peaks of high buildings that attempted to block it. He did a quick check of his surroundings and saw that his hot dog cart was untouched, the street was surprisingly barren, and he was alone. There weren't any humans around for a few blocks, from what he could tell, and none of them had any LOVE that he could sense.

A droplet fell into his eye socket and he flinched, closing his eye quickly in an attempt to keep it from happening again as he raised a hand to rub across his forehead. When he pulled his hand away, he noted with a cringe that his bony palm was coated in magically-secreted sweat.

"What the...?" A shudder ran through his bones as another wave of heat washed over him, familiar in that it was similar to the one he'd felt just before falling asleep. His magic was beginning to buzz within his bones, seeking out…her. Why would his magic be reacting like this? He felt something else, something more solid, press against the inside of his ribcage, and he immediately grasped at his hoodie where it lie just over his sternum. It felt like a hundred hummingbird wings were beating just beneath his palm, sending little shivers through his bones.

That was new.

In all of his years, through all of the resets, all of the times he'd been 'sick' growing up, all of the times Papyrus had been injured or sick himself, this was something he didn't know. And, despite how strongly he wanted to focus and try and figure out just what was going on, there was something nagging in his skull that kept pulling his attention from it.

It hadn't been the first time he'd dreamed about her. Lena was someone who now occupied his very soul, and she visited his dreams often. Simple things, usually. He'd fall asleep at work and 'wake up' inside his dream on the couch, with his human curled around him protectively. There were a few where he was laying on the couch, his skull cushioned by her thighs, as her fingertips rubbed gentle circles along the back of his skull. He always woke up feeling sleepy but content from those dreams, and, if she wasn't around, he'd simply go back to sleep to revisit them until she returned.

Those were nothing like what had visited him during his nap, though.

Images of her above him, her pale skin flushed a delicate shade of red so deep that her freckles seemed to almost fade out of existence. Her hair stuck to her forehead with sweat, chest heaving with panting breaths in between long, keening moans. Just thinking about it made his bones rattle.

'What the hell is goin' on?'

Sure, he'd entertained himself with thoughts of how his human looked, how she sounded, when he was pleasuring her, but this was…entirely new. Not just within his body could he feel it, but also within his soul. A burning feeling that was hard to describe, driving him somewhere to do something, but he didn't know what.

A weight settled in the base of his jaw and he gasped, sockets widening slightly as he noted the glow of blue between his teeth. His tongue had conjured itself, feeling thick and entirely too heavy in his mouth and, despite his attempts to dispel it, it wouldn't fade. The bone that made up the inside of his mouth felt entirely too dry, too rough… even with the odd magical discharge dripping off of the summoned appendage.

His skull flooded with images of her seated above him, thighs grasping the sides of his skull like her life depended on him remaining there. Another rush of warmth spiked through his bones and he felt his pelvis prickle with an uncomfortable heat.

"Shit-"

He stood, nearly knocking his stool over in the process, and fumbled in his pocket for his keys. He fished the chains and padlocks out of the small metal drawer on the side of the cart and began securing it, glancing around to see if anyone was looking, before he hooked it to the fence he was parked by. Normally he returned it to his little 'shed' behind Nice Guy's nice cream parlor, but he didn't feel confident enough about being able to get there.

That, and he didn't want to be seen in this condition.

Once everything was all secured, he shoved his keys, along with his hands, deep into his hoodie pocket, trying to ignore the way he shivered as the soft fabric brushed against his bones. His sockets slid closed and his magic was eager to reach out, cutting open a doorway that followed the steady thrum of calm green that he could sense, pulling at his soul.

Sans stumbled out onto the living room carpet, a hand clutched in the fabric of his hoodie just over his sternum as he took a second to look around. The living room was empty and tidy, save for an opened cardboard box and bubble wrap left abandoned on the dining room table. He glanced over his shoulder and saw that the door was locked, which meant that Papyrus was gone. His brother was always less concerned about needing to keep the doors secured when he was around, but, funnily enough, had made a rule that, should he be gone, the apartment was locked up.

'And he calls me a worry-wart, heheh…'

The television was still on with some sort of reality cooking show playing on the screen, though the volume was so low he could barely hear it. Some human (he forgot his name… Gordon something, maybe?) was yelling at a group of other humans when he heard something. If he had ears, they would've perked up immediately.

"Sans…"

The voice was muffled, but he recognized it, and his magic churned violently in his bones at the tone. With his hearing now piqued, he couldn't help but pick up on other noises that began to grow louder the closer he got to the bedroom door.

"Mff… haaaa , god ."

The rustling of fabric as something moved against the sheets filled his skull to the brink of bursting and, before he knew it, he was standing at the door, the smooth bones of his hand clinking faintly against the metal handle.

Panting breaths were muffled by the door, but they might as well have been unhindered at all with how well he could hear them.

"Ohhh… sh -shit !"

That did it. Lena rarely ever swore and, if she did, she almost certainly had an apology waiting right after. Whether it was from working with children all the time, or her own personal standards, he didn't know; but the fact that whatever it was got tossed out the window when she was so far gone… it had his bones rattling. He placed his hand firmly on the doorknob and twisted it, pushing the door inward and open.

The first thing he noticed was the faint smell of musk, the one he'd come to know as his mate's arousal, along with the underlying scent of sweat. The room felt ten degrees hotter than the hallway, and the few droplets of sweat that had clung to the side of his skull dripped off to land in the fur-lining of his jacket's hood.

She was on the bed, her knees spread as she moved along something that was placed between her legs. It was a faint transparent blue in color, but he recognized the phallic shape as a dildo. His mouth felt full with his conjured tongue pressing eagerly at the backs of his teeth and he swallowed, trying to rid himself of the feeling of having too much saliva. (How did he have any at all? Was it magic? Fuck, why was he even asking himself this?)

"S-Sans," Lena's voice said suddenly, pulling him from his thoughts. Her heated tone was gone, instead replaced with embarrassment and, when he looked up at her face, he saw that she was looking away shamefully. "I-I was just, uh… I'm, um…" That heat in his bones was starting to dissipate, leaving him feeling cold, empty… Why did he feel so unfulfilled? "...Hey, are you okay?" She was looking at him with concern now, her brows drawn together even as sweat still dripped down her forehead from her hairline.

He didn't remember making the decision to move, but he launched himself at her, his magic lashing outward to cut a shortcut from the doorway to the side of the bed. His hands grasped her shoulders and he clambered up onto the bed, ignoring the shocked sound that escaped his mate as he pressed his teeth to her lips. She reciprocated almost immediately, leaning into the nuzzling movement he made against her lips and peppering kisses along his teeth and jaw.

"Wh-what's gotten into you..?" she asked, though she didn't sound at all like she was complaining. Sans pulled his jacket off and tossed it to the floor, all without once breaking the contact between them. He leaned in closer to her and felt her nipples brush against his ribs through his shirt, sending a shudder down his spine.

"Dunno… Think maybe your heat's buggin' me," he muttered, parting his teeth and feeling the smallest bit of relief as he allowed his tongue to slide out along her bottom lip. The gasp she drew in broke the silence, and the long, low moan she released drew him in even further. She opened her own mouth and sucked on his tongue almost greedily, sending a bolt of heat down his spine.

The involuntary huff of a groan he released was embarrassing but, judging from the burst of warmth he felt all over, it wasn't a bad thing. Judging from the look on his mate's face, however up-close and blurred it may have been, it was a pretty damn good thing. She repeated the action again and Sans groaned, his tongue seeking out her own and tangling with it the moment he felt it.

"I woke up from m' nap feelin' all hot, 'nd my magic won't calm down." His fingers released their hold on her shoulders and moved, one to tangle up in her hair and the other resting on the swell of her hip. "Dunno what could've caused it, 'cept for you doin' this." She broke the kiss and pulled away slightly, averting her eyes as a deep red flush overtook her face. "Hey hey," he coaxed, using his hold on her hair to gently coax her into looking at him. "I'm not mad, okay?" She gave a small nod and he chuckled, leaning upward to nuzzle his teeth against her cheek in a kiss. "This is way hotter than any 'a those girls in porn. Just look at what my human did to me…" He pushed down on her hip, forcing her down on the dildo a little and pulling a gasp from her.

"I-I thought skeletons didn't have heats…" She struggled to keep her words from becoming slurred as he started pushing her further down, forcing her to bob up and down on the smooth silicone. The lewd slick noises sent waves of warmth through the both of them, and Sans gave a rumbling growl.

"We don't… but because of that, we're more in tune with our mate's cycles."

"Are you saying that… you could 'breed' me right now?" she asked, feeling only slightly self-conscious as she remembered the term Dogaressa and Dogamy had used.

A bright flash of blue encompassed them both as Sans flushed, and though he chose to hide it by burying his face in Lena's neck, it was still obvious.

"W-we uh, we can talk about that later… You don't gotta worry though, okay?" he rasped, and she shuddered at the warm puffs of air against her skin, giving a small nod. "Alright… what do I do for ya?" She bit her lip and glanced down between them, a small, thoughtful frown gracing her lips.

"... Lay down. I wanna try something." She moved to get off of the bed and he reached out to grasp her wrist. Looking at their connected hands she smiled, moving to link their hands together and smoothing her thumb across the smooth bone. "I'll be right here."

Satisfied by her reassurance, he did as he was told, settling down with his head on one of the pillows. The heated look in her eyes never left, only growing stronger.

"What now?" he asked, his voice husky (how does a voice made without a voice-box or throat do that?) as he looked her over. He could see the faint glistening of her arousal slick along her inner thighs, and it made something primal in him cry out to dive in, to taste every ounce of it, to-

Lena was on the bed with him now, and pulling at the elastic waistband of his shorts. She had the dildo in one hand, his waistband in the other, and she was looking at him like she was sure he would bolt any second. He understood what she wanted, though, so he took the initiative. He took the dildo from her and held it down by his pelvis, giving her a wink and a grin to try and set her at ease.

"If this is too weird then we can...y'know, do something else," she muttered, and he wanted to do something. He wanted to push that doubt out of her mind, because he could feel it, and he didn't like it one bit.

So he reached out and cupped her cheek, pulled her down for a kiss that had their tongues twining together passionately, and he assured her, "There's nothin' I want more." She relaxed then, not just her body, but her soul, too, and he smiled because he'd done it.

She moved to straddle his waist and gave him one last questioning glance, one more chance to see if he wanted to back out, and he stared her down. She slowly settled herself and began to slide the dildo inside of herself, and he swore that from the way she moaned he could feel it too. Maybe it was their bond. Maybe it was just from close proximity. Who knows?

Who fucking cares?

She set up a slow, steady pace, and though it must have felt good, she seemed to be self-conscious of the sounds she was making. It wasn't the first time he's heard them, so why? He reached out and grabbed her hips, forcing her down a bit harder while letting her maintain her pace. The first harder thrust had her cry out, a cross between a yelp and a high moan.

"Ya look so fuckin' good right now," he rumbled, and she clenched around the toy inside her, biting her lip. 'So she likes me talkin' to her…?'Grinning, he started to change up her pace, making her go down faster every few thrusts while keeping the timing random. She cried out, her toes curling in the blankets behind her.

"S-Sans, I- ahn! "

"That's it, babycakes, just like that." He could feel the temperature rising, his magic writhing violently within his bones as he looked for some sort of outlet. "Mmm, fuck , the things you do to me," he groaned, feeling the base of the toy pressing insistently against his sacrum. He normally wasn't as sensitive there, but his magic was seeping out of the porous bone surface, coating that area in a thin layer of cyan blue magic. Stars, was it sensitive. Was this what she felt like? A particularly strong thrust pulled a huffy groan from him, a shudder running down his spine.

"G-god, you sound…" She trailed off, too overcome with pleasure to focus much on talking.

"You like that, huh..?" His eye flashed a bright blue and their positions switched, with Lena laying on her side on the bed and Sans situated above her, straddling one leg while he held the other in the air. He held onto the toy more tightly and started moving his hips, guiding the toy back to her entrance and plunging inside.

"Oh god oh god oh god-" She keened loudly as he pulled out, rubbing the blunt tip of the toy against her already engorged clit before thrusting back inside.

"C'mon baby, tell me who- nnh shit, who does this to ya." She gave a warbling cry of his name and her thighs began to quiver, her back arching and her hips rutting in desperate search of the toy, trying to go deeper, harder. He was eager to comply, going along with every command of 'harder' or 'faster' or 'more' that he heard. It wasn't long until she started getting louder, sweat and tears dripping down her freckled cheeks.

"Please, please, please!" His bones shook and he growled, quickening his already break-neck pace even further. He dropped her thigh onto his shoulder and moved to rub beside her clit with his free hand, groaning loudly as the toy slipped a little, pressing against his coccyx.

That did it.

With a long, keening moan, Lena came, muscles in her thighs tightening and spine arching so hard he heard it pop. Then, just like that, it was all gone. The heat in his bones, his magic's stirring, all of it was back to normal, save for the compelling for him to get as close as physically possible. He dropped the toy on the bed and climbed back up to the head of the bed and settled down behind her. His bony arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her close, and he pressed his nasal ridge against her neck to inhale her scent. He gave a deep sighing exhale, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

...As he dreamed, he saw her, lying in a field of golden flowers.