Chapter Seven :: A Lonely Part Wants Her
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You dream about a light. Through the blur of your long lashes, you can barely make out the squared pattern of a dank ceiling above your head, resembling the interior of a worn-down warehouse or a decaying surgical room. The LED light is directly above your field of vision, claiming your attention, and occasionally obstructed by the flies erratically buzzing around the bulb. And whilst your heavy mind focuses on this small detail, your thoughts spew a single reaction – gross…
The sound of muffled voices fill the air. They sound monotonous, concentrated, almost completely devoid of emotion. It takes you a moment to recognise them as human. And this alone shakes you up. They're definitely human… humans… I'm in the human world.
A sense of overwhelming fear takes you. But you're comatose. You're completely numb. You can't find feeling anywhere in your body, except for the burning sensation pulsating deeply within your chest. You want to move your arms, but you can't. You want to roll your head to the side, but you can't. You want to move your eyes, but your gaze is focused on the light. You try to speak, but your lips remain frozen. You try to shout for help, you try to scream as loud as you can, as hard as you can… but you just can't.
The flies spin around your head mockingly. The intense heat in your heart flows to your veins, and it soars like wildfire throughout your bloodstream. And you can feel your body almost light up like a firework as your entire figure feels like a furnace. You're paralyzed in your own body, forced to endure the scorching barrage of fire setting your mortal coil alight. And the involuntary twitch of your fingers brings silence to the room. Whoever's in the room with you notices your activity.
Until a sudden sporadic movement shuffles around within earshot.
"…insertion successful…"
"…experiment appears responsive…"
"…maintain correct morphine intake…"
"…initiate next phase…"
You feel a faint pressure down in the depths of your chest, as if gravity is pressing you down to the flat surface beneath your body. And your eyes fly open as you can vaguely sense something actively moving within your chest cavity. It feels very wrong. You don't like this feeling at all. There's something straining at your muscles, something tightening around your innards… something… crawling…
"…quickly now… we don't have much time…"
Your body reacts to the invasion in your heart. Your mouth stretches wide as you silently scream. Your hands tense into claws by your sides as you drag your fingernails across the metallic surface beneath you. And your vision violently shakes as your fear constricts your breathing. I… I can't breathe… stop… please, s-stop…
"…attach the catalyst…"
"…hurry, come on, we can't afford to slow down now…"
A pressure wraps around your arm. And almost instantly, the high temperature flooding through your bloodstream begins to slowly cool down. Suddenly, you feel cold. It's a strange feeling… you can feel sharp stabs of ice tinge against your skin, but you don't react negatively to it. You don't shiver at all. You simply feel numb. You feel nothing. Except for the excruciating growth creeping its way across your innards, attaching itself to your organs, and wrapping itself around your throat. You still can't breathe… you can't move, you can't scream, you can't breathe… help… h-help me…
Then, the room is coated in red. The sound of an alarm breaches through the air, and the collective of humans lose their nerve. They're shouting at each other, they're arguing and lashing out, almost like they're dogs cornered into a cage. And amongst the chaotic clash of alarms and voices, you manage to piece it all together as the light begins to fade away into darkness.
"…we're too late…"
"…this world…"
"…is about…"
"…to reset."
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You wake up to a light. As you shoot upright on the sofa, your eyes adjust to the brightness of the glaring television screen by the side of you. You find yourself in the lounge of the skeleton brothers' home, and you take the largest and deepest breath of your life. Slowly, as you're dragged back to reality, you take your heavy head into your hands and monitor the fast pace of your heartbeat thrashing against your chest. The deep pressure isn't there anymore, and you feel nothing digging around in the depths of your centre. You steady your breathing as you realise that it's all just a dream… it's just a dream, calm down… it's only a dream…
…it's only…
…no…
…no, that's wrong…
…it's not just a dream… it's…
Your hands grab a fistful of your hair as you suddenly feel your breathing become more erratic. You remember how loud the various sounds were all around you, and you remember how vivid the gruesome sensations were throughout your body. It was all too intense, it was all much too detailed… it was all too real…
…no! I don't want to remember… I don't want to remember any of it… stop it! Leave me alone! Leave me…
"Hey, are you alright over there?" You hear a familiar voice rip you away from your frantic thoughts. And you immediately release your hair from your grip as you look up to see him standing in the doorframe of the kitchen.
"Sans…" You breathe out, almost in relief. He catches on to your affectionate tone, and his eyes fly open in surprise before he turns himself away in an almost bashful manner. But you're too overjoyed to see him at that moment to comment. Nothing could have comforted you more after a nightmare like that than seeing him there with you.
Sans struggles to keep you within his eyesight as he runs a nervous hand over his skull, and his voice is tinged with worry,
"You, uh… you looked a little distressed there, buddy. Are you sure you're okay?"
The evident concern in his expression was enough to bring a touched smile to your face. And you wave your hands nonchalantly as you assure him,
"I'm fine. I had a little nightmare, that's all. It's nothing major. Really, I'm fine." You try not to show just how much this dream has truly disturbed you, and you hope Sans doesn't pick up on this. You sweat as his observant eyes study you for a moment before he lazily accepts your answer, and before long, his trademark smile brightens up his expression.
"I'm glad to hear that. I was kinda expecting you to wake up with a hangover, to be honest. But it seems like you can handle your drink well, huh?"
Almost immediately, the memories of the night before flood through your mind. Your eyes widen as far as they can go as your face fills up with blood, and you feel yourself grow hotter and hotter as the remnants of the night between your legs remind you of that wonderful climax you experienced beneath his fingers. Sans notices how you suddenly tense your thighs as you squeeze your legs together, and his innocent smile curls more into a mischievous grin. You glance down to see how your shirt has creased in a way that reveals more of your chest, and you instantly remember the piercing feeling of his digits lightly grazing over your exposed flesh as he had brushed your collar aside. You hold your breath for a moment as you remember exactly how good it felt. He knew exactly how to touch you in all the right ways. He handled you as if your skin was precious porcelain, worshipping every inch of you beneath his magical palms, and it was exactly how you imagined it to be… it was even better than you imagined…
You shift uncomfortably on the sofa. The memories alone are enough to turn you on. And he can clearly see how much you enjoyed it in your flushed expression. But Sans tries his absolute best to dismiss it for now as he leans against the kitchen doorframe,
"Anyway… I need to pick something up from Undyne's place, and I was hoping to catch her before she goes on duty with Papyrus later on. I don't really want to leave you here on your own, so I was wondering if you'd… wanna take a walk with me through Waterfall."
You smile sweetly regardless of your flushed expression and nod, careful not to show how enthusiastic you really are about this. Whilst he anxiously rubs the back of his head, his smile never fades as you reply,
"Sure, that sounds fun. I, um… I could really use some fresh air right now, to be honest. Just let me clean myself up first, okay?"
Sans intently watches after you as you rise from the sofa, stretch your arms to the skies, and lowly moan as your muscles pleasantly unhinge throughout your tensed form. It takes him a moment to tear his absent-minded gaze from you to even reply,
"Yeah, sure, that's… yeah." He shakes away his wayward thoughts as you catch your bottom lip between your teeth, and you stifle your quiet laughter as you ascend the staircase. But you're stopped mid-way as Sans jumps back from the doorframe to call after you, "Hey… y'know, I hope you don't mind if we take the long route to Undyne's place. I was kinda hoping that we'd take this chance to, uh, to talk about some things…"
You blink slowly as your ears burn intently from the implications of this. There are a lot of things that you and Sans need to talk about. There's so many things that have been left solely to speculation. But even though it's difficult to figure out exactly what Sans means by this, you find yourself only nodding submissively in response with a blank smile.
"That seems fair. I… I'm looking forward to it. I'll see you soon, o-okay?" You say honestly as you disappear up the stairs and behind the bathroom door. You don't look back as you click the door shut.
Sans once again falls back against the doorframe of the kitchen to collect himself. His nerves are so easily shot around you, especially after the events of the night before. It took a lot of strength to go on exactly as normal. Then as soon as you left, he lets down his guard and doesn't pretend that everything that happened the night before hadn't at all affected him. Far from it. In fact, he can still feel the softness of your skin against the bones of his fingers. He can still recall the way he could easily make you respond to every small movement that he made. He remembers every single detail… he remembers every single moment of your climax as you shuddered deliciously beneath him… and he remembers how much he wanted even more of you…
Once isn't enough. He clenches his teeth as he regards everything about you to heroin. One taste of you is all that's needed before he's hopelessly addicted. And now, nothing is the same again. Not after that one singular moment he shared with you. It's getting too much to bare… too much to resist…
Sans sighs to himself as he rests his head against the doorframe. And his gaze wanders over to the sofa you slept on. Already, the room looks completely empty without you in it. And in his chest, Sans feels an emptiness from within without your presence to fill it.
And he doesn't even attempt to mask his longing to see you again.
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You're walking down the paths of the waterfall with Sans by your side. The sky is a beautiful shade of dark blue colours, ascending into icy morning colours amongst the horizon. The stars blink to life as you strain your neck to watch them wink back at you. And you smile as you delight in the simplicity of its beauty.
Sans points out a cliff in the distance, where the stream runs towards its edge and spills down into the rivers of Snowdin Town. Then he turns to you with a relaxed smile.
"Is it alright if we stop here for a moment?"
You nod your head as your eyes freeze towards the horizon.
"Of course. Look at the view from here... it's breath-taking."
Sans laughs to himself, as he's so used to seeing the scenery every day from his posts. But he doesn't stop you from enjoying every single moment of it. Your eyes glaze over the rows of pine trees surrounding the town, speckled with small inclinations of light here and there. And you sink to the side of the cliff with your legs hanging over the edge, and you nudge yourself forward as you try to look farther over the horizon line. Sans parks beside you, and lays down with his hands resting behind his head. When you glance back at him, you stifle a small laugh as you see his eyes close and drift away from the waking world.
But you soon disturb his snooze as you suddenly catch the faint light in the sky, spreading its faded sunrays across the plains of the underground, and Sans opens an eye to answer your unspoken question,
"We didn't always have sunlight, y'know. It's the underground. There's no source of sunlight beneath the Earth, and only cracks in the mountains could shed small slithers of light down here. The core takes care of generating electricity to light up our homes, so we're not completely coated in darkness. But if you go far enough through the caverns, it can get kinda pitch black here." Then Sans' gaze wanders up towards the uneven light source in the sky, and his smile stiffens as his blank stare turns sinister, "…however, this is new."
You catch on to his emotionless tone, completely void of feeling, and you reluctantly dare to ask the one question that plagues you.
"Sans… was this light here before you found me?"
"No." He rigidly shakes his head, and another layer of thick tension is laid in the atmosphere as he lowers his voice to a whole new threatening tone, "This appeared at the exact same time I found you."
You're stiff. Your eyes widen as far as they can go, and you're stricken into near silence. You have no idea how to respond to this, or how to feel about this, but as your eyes focus directly at the misty light in the sky, thinly covered over by a cloudy mist crawling slowly over it, you instantly recognise the ferocious wind in your memory skimming past your figure as you stood on the edge of the mountain… your vision could barely look past the whirling fog of the snowstorm… as you're about to plunge into the dark depths of the abyss…
"I know what that is." You quietly say as you feel almost cemented in the memory of your past, "That's the hole where I fell in. That's how I entered the underground and landed in Snowdin. All the way up there is the very peak of Mount Ebott. It's where I… it's where… I…" You slowly look down at your healed leg, and remember how much pain you were in once you woke up. You measure the distance of the light source in the sky towards the town beneath the cliffs, and you suppress a sharp gasp, "I… I can't believe I survived such an amazing fall."
Sans laughs quietly beside you, and a distant smile returns to his expression.
"Humans are… always so determined to live." Sans says vacantly, and you notice how he speaks so coldly with his eyes closed, as if he's reluctant to even admit this aloud, "No matter what happens, if a human has the slimmest chance of life, a human will find a way to cling on. No matter the cost. No matter the consequences. Regardless of anyone else's life, if a human's will is strong enough, they will find a way to survive."
You turn to face Sans, and you observe how he closes his eyes to delve into profound thought. And for a moment, you wonder how deeply scarred he is to come to these conclusions. You feel your sympathetic heart tighten in your chest, and you resist the urge to reach out a comforting hand to hold out to his whitened face. The scars run so far, and you feel so helpless by only staying beside him. You want to help him more. You want to do more for him… your fingers twitch beside you as you're tempted to hold him close… your heavy eyes fill with compassion as you look down at his broken expression… Sans…
Then, you stop. You begin to wonder how he's even able to come to these conclusions in the first place. Until, the answer hits you like a train.
"So you've met other humans before me?" You ask with sudden interest, but you're only met with a shrug. You're not satisfied with that answer at all. You quickly shuffle closer as your face leans down towards him, and you square your curious gaze at his dark voids as he finally opens his eyes, "You sound like you're very familiar with the nature of human beings. Have you met others like me before?"
"Heh. None like you." He says with a cheeky grin, and you swallow a harsh gulp. Then a small spurt of glowing blue flames flares quickly in his eye, and he almost snarls as he replies, "But I'm very familiar with one human in particular."
"Ah, I see. One human, huh? I think I'm beginning to piece things together now. I'm actually willing to bet that I know just who you're talking about." You say with a smug smile.
But you're instantly caught off-guard as Sans' flaring blue eye sharply strains towards you with an intimidating glare. The sudden change in his expression almost makes you jump out of your skin, and his voice is as low and terrifyingly aggressive as ever when he questions,
"What do you mean by that?"
"Uh, w-well… when we first met, you said that you weren't expecting me. You said… 'you're not the kid'. And you looked very surprised when you did." Your eyes glisten with intrigue as you try your best not to be swayed by his threatening stare, and you try not to inadvertently provoke him further as you gently ask, "Is this kid the human you know so well?"
Sans is silent for a moment as he closes his eyes, most likely to divert his attention away from you to calm himself down. But as he eventually replies, you detect a layer of sadness tinged in his voice,
"…yeah. You're right. I'm actually kinda shocked you still remember that. Good memory." His praise doesn't shake your interest away from the initial conversation, and as he realises this, Sans sighs with exasperation. Then, slowly, he pushes himself from the ground to lean back on his elbows, and his distant gaze follows the horizon. Hesitantly, he finally admits everything to you.
"…before you entered this world, there was a human child who fell into the underground. At first, the child befriended us, led us to freedom on the surface, and loved us all. We had such a happy life… but this human child carried a power… the power to turn back time. And they used this power to rewind time over and over again, until life became a monotonous pendulum swinging back and forth through the same old story. Soon, our lives became a novelty, and the same peaceful ending wore thin on the human. Eventually, they became bored of it. And that's when… they began experimenting…"
You wince your eyes at the possible inclinations, and you hold your breath as you see the light fade from his eyes. Those dark voids in his sockets are terrifying, and full of pent-up pain as he continues,
"They killed us. Sometimes only a small amount of us perished, but then the human started to intentionally target a select few… and eventually, it was all of us. I've seen my friends die, I've seen my brother reduced to dust, and myself… I've felt the sharp blade of a knife cut through my soul until it bled."
"Sans…" Your voice trembles as you bite back the emotion. You can't imagine the mental trauma he's been through. You can't even begin to wrap your head around how crippling this must be to live through. And you feel your heart sink lower and lower in your chest as you can't bear to see his anguish hinted in his vacant expression. He hides his pain as much as possible, but you can detect it as his voice becomes quieter and quieter, cloaked in agony,
"Our universe became stuck in an endless loop. We were forced to endure the same routine time and time again. The human abused their powers of setting back time, testing all the possible outcomes of our world like some kind of sick game. And they were able to do this so easily, because everyone was completely oblivious to this even happening. As time reset, so are our memories. I'm the only one exempt from this because I can travel through pockets of time and space. But I can only do so much… I'm barely able to catch up to the human's time skips before it even happens. So I'm actually… kinda helpless…"
You catch a glimpse of his hands slightly trembling against the ground as he lowers his gaze, casting a shadow over his darkened sockets as if he's trying his absolute best to avoid looking at you. He doesn't want to reveal anything deeper to you as his true feelings begin to surface, but he finds his words tumbling out his mouth before he can even stop himself,
"But it's not like I can afford to give up entirely. I'm the only one who has a chance to make a difference, I'm the only one who can do something of worth… but I don't want to be the only one anymore. The pressure of trying to protect everything I know… everyone I love… it's worn me down too much. I'm so… so tired…"
You can see the deepening shadows under his sockets, brought on by a long line of scars and loneliness. You remain motionless and silent as you let him open up to you, and you lean close as you let him know that you're willing to listen. Quietly, you wonder if this explains why he's the way he is. He's lazy because he's letting the time tear away at him, he appears to be the easy-going type because he's simply given up on trying... now he's lost hope. He doesn't care what happens anymore. And this rips at your heart as you grasp a hold of your chest. You want to comfort him, you want to let him know that you're there for him, you want to do everything within your power to bring an end to his suffering…
"But you should know… you're a different kind of human." Sans suddenly tells you as he brings you out of your sullen thoughts, and your surprise purses your lips into an oval as you notice how his wide smile has returned, "The kid plays around with the universe like a toy. They're so familiar with how the world works that they don't even pretend to act surprised when they encounter something new anymore. Whereas you… you're completely different. Everything about this world captivates you. So there's no way you've ever rewound time before. You're discovering everything for the first time, and it's… simply amazing to watch. And pretty damn comforting too. It's like you're more interested in immersing yourself in the world rather than manipulating it."
"I guess, uh, that is true. I'd much rather go along with the flow. I'm not very interested in taking control of anything, much less an entire universe." You say absent-mindedly, as if you're dumb-founded by the fact that you've only just realised this yourself. Then, your heart sinks further as you wonder aloud, "But… does this mean I'm some kind of time anomaly, piercing through this endless loop in place of the human child? What kind of consequences have I made by interfering with the timeline? And… does this mean that I've broken the loop indefinitely?"
"We can only hope." Sans says sincerely, and lays back down with his hands behind his head.
You both rest for a moment as you let the silence sink in. There are so many questions left in the air that neither of you can answer. There are so many questions you don't dare to think about any further, until one remains prominent in your mind. If I possess a similar power to manipulate time… will I be tempted do the exact same thing as the kid? Would I kill…? I mean, if I could reset everything back to how it was before, then would it even matter…?
You shake these dark human thoughts from your mind as you glance at Sans by your side. You don't want to cause any more pain. He's suffered for too long, you can see it in the way he speaks about his past and his experiences with the kid… he's had enough. You can see it in the way he looks at you. He's torn by the overwhelming attraction to you, and the terrifying potential threat you withhold over the world. He wants to believe in you… and he wants you… but there's always an underlying danger that he can't ignore. And he can't resist.
"Hey… don't think too much about it, alright?" Sans says aloud, and you snap your attention back to him as he locks you into his flustered gaze, "I'll admit… I'm kinda at a loss myself. I've been stuck in this loop for so long, it feels strange to be faced with something completely new… with someone I've never met before. It's actually… a little exciting, huh?"
You feel your blood run hot as you nod in compliance. You're beginning to understand where Sans' desire is rooted, and you file this bit of information for later. And as much as you want to take advantage of this, as you notice the familiar cyan-coloured flush spread over his face with his half-lidded eyes pulling his smile into a knowing grin, it takes every ounce of your strength to curb the conversation along… without wanting to lean any closer to his lewd expression… and explore the curve of that sinister smile with your mouth…
"I, uh… I suppose it is… exciting, in a way…" You nervously comb your fingers through your hair as you desperately ignore the growing heat between your legs, and your breathing becomes hollow as you fight through your wayward thoughts, "But it's… also a little scary. I mean, who knows what kind of damage I'm doing just by existing here?"
Sans slowly pushes himself from the ground and leans back with his hands supporting him. He's so close that you can feel his gentle breathing brush past your bare skin, and the heat from his skeleton emanates like a furnace once you take notice of the curl in his smile. You can see the desire in his confident smirk, you can see the lust in his heavy eyes as he gazes intensely over the contours of your form, and you feel a shiver course through you as he fixes you in place. And as he inches closer to you, the perspiration builds over his skull and the tip of his wanton tongue makes a small appearance between his teeth, curved into a predatory grin. You can barely form a coherent thought in your mind as you attempt to continue,
"…I, um… don't, Sans, I… f-fuck…" You can't continue. Suddenly, you drop your head into your hands as you completely give in to him, and you pour out your heart as you feel the insane amount of heat from your blush pierce the palms of your hands, "I… I had a horrible memory return to me last night! It wasn't a nightmare like I told you! I'm sorry!"
Sans quickly snaps out of his trance-like stare, and his eyes widen. And you peer through your fingers as you finally feel the atmosphere calm down a little more. It was getting too heated for your liking. And Sans looks at you quizzically as you remove your hands from your face, with a small frown straining your lips.
"I'm sorry I lied. To be honest, I wanted to keep this to myself because… I'm having a hard time trying to accept my past. Like I said before, it's scary to find out what pushed me to the edge of attempted suicide. But I guess it's inevitable…" You shuffle to the peak of the cliff and cast your distant gaze to the horizon, and you sigh as you feel Sans' patient gaze beside you. It's comforting, and it's enough to finally be truthful to him, and to you, "…I remember being experimented on by humans. I remember my body being played with like some toy, and the feeling of being completely manipulated by someone else without any power to stop it… kinda like how the kid messed around with the universe. I wonder if I managed to escape… and the only way to stop the pain I experienced was in death… I wonder… I wonder if that's really the case…"
You fall into deep silence as your voice trails away into the wind. As vacant as your gaze is, the sorrow in your eyes is clear for anyone to see. Your fingers grip tightly over the edge of the cliff, as if you're grasping desperately on to your own life, and you feel a gaping void in your chest as a creeping melancholy takes hold of your heart. You feel used, you feel rejected from the world you were born into… and the loneliness takes you hostage as you wonder why you were cast away by your own race… why… what was the purpose of the experiment… why was I subjected to that torture… why would someone do that to me… oh, god…
Suddenly, you feel a warm hand brush against your shoulder. And your surprised eyes turn to Sans, before he completely encompasses you in his arms to hold you close.
"S… Sans?!" You breathe unsteadily in complete shock at his outburst, and your face is completely plastered over with a deepening blush all the way up to your hairline.
Then, as you hear no response, you slowly feel your shoulders fall as you gradually begin to realise… he's trembling.
You sigh as you gently pat your hand over his back, and you strain a smile in an attempt to comfort him, but your voice is slightly shaken as you desperately try to calm him down.
"C'mon now, it wasn't your fault. There's nothing either of us can do about it anyway. What's done is done. Like you said, it's best just not to think too much about it. So… let's just not think about it anymore, okay?" You hear no reply once again, and the way he clings to you feels as if he doesn't wants to let you go. You begin to worry as your voice strains from your throat, "…Sans?"
You suddenly feel his arms tighten around you as he buries his skull into your hair. You can feel the slight tremors from his shivers against your skin, and you recognise the uneven intervals of his unsteady breathing graze against your ear. He's completely lost in the urge to comfort you in his reckless embrace. And you can't find it within you to refuse. Slowly and hesitantly, you snake your arms across his back, and firmly grip on to his clothes as you pull him closer against you. Then, you quietly sigh. Having Sans so close to you, burying you deep within his embrace, silently caring for you… it was more than you can ever ask for at that moment.
The growing intensity of your desire deeply rooted between your legs has almost completely dissipated. All that matters, all that you want right now, is for him to be there for you. And in return, you fasten your grip as you quietly show him that you're there for him too. You never thought that such a simple gesture could fill you with an overwhelming sense of happiness. In his arms, you feel contented. You feel whole, as if the void in your chest is filled completely with his presence. And you feel like you're home. In his arms is where you belong. Nowhere else in the world needs you more than right there, with him.
You nudge your face against his neck and nuzzle there for a little while. Your fingers curl like claws into his back as you find yourself needing him more and more. And you can feel the bluntness of his fingertips grabbing a firm hold of you, as if he can't bear to let you go. It's hopeless now, you're glued. And the way he holds you touches your heart like you've never felt before. You've never felt this feeling of being wanted so desperately before. It's nice.
"Heh… sorry about this…" Sans finally says, his voice quiet and gentle, and his hold on you never falters as he continues, "…I don't really know… what came over me just now. But I hope it's alright… if we can stay like this for a little while longer…"
You nod your head against him, brushing the tip of your nose against his neck, and as you hear a sharp intake of breath as you do this, you smile to yourself as you softly reply.
"It's alright. I think… this is what I needed… what we both needed…" A small laugh rumbles from your throat as you decide to be truthful, "Besides, if you hadn't done it first, I would have hugged you like this eventually."
You feel a smile lift on his features as he nuzzles closer to your ear, and you feel a deep sigh graze across the nape of your neck as he gives in to the comforting feeling of having you encased in his arms. And the feeling is entirely mutual.
The sounds of the running water passing through the waterfall is all that fills the air after you both give in to the peaceful atmosphere shrouding over you. The world seems to have stopped turning, and time seems endless with Sans cloaked over you in a protective embrace. You somehow don't notice the smile on your face, and you wonder how long you must have been grinning for. But you don't wonder for too long as you feel all your senses relax as you rest against him. This is completely different to how you felt before. Now, everything seems calmer, and the sizzling excitement between the two of you has died down into serene sense of comfort.
And even so, you can still feel the high temperature of your intense blush covering your face, as well as the fast beating of your heart in your chest as you openly let his arms cage you. Even something as small as a tender hug is greatly affecting you… and you wonder why…
Eventually, you reluctantly break apart as the moment passes. You flash Sans a grateful smile as you press a wayward hand to your burning cheek, and he grins in return. You notice a small blush of his own lingering beneath his sockets, but he acts cool as he lifts himself back to his feet, and holds out his hand for you to hold.
"I think it's best we get going, or we might miss Undyne."
You try to ignore the sudden hike of your heartbeat as you slip your fingers across his palm. He pulls you up, somewhat forcefully, as you stagger forward unsteadily and knock against him slightly. You swallow as you notice how close you both are, and in synchronicity, you both take an unbalanced step back as you awkwardly try to keep at a distance. And as your clouded thoughts slowly clear, you spend the rest of the walk through waterfall with your fingers gripping over your chest, trying to make sense of this growing feeling taking hold of your heart…
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"Oh hey, Sans. What you're after is just 'round the back. It's huge so you won't miss it." Undyne says as she points her thumb to the side of her house.
As Sans leaves you at the doorstep of Undyne's home, you can slightly make out the cheerful sounds of a skeleton whistling in the distance. You withhold a small laugh as you press your lips together into a tight line, but the corners of your mouth curl into an amused grin that Undyne instantly notices. She crosses her arms as she casually leans against the doorframe.
"You two are getting along well, aren't you?" She simply states. Her bluntness catches you off-guard as you bite down on your bottom lip, and you wave a dismissive hand at her in denial.
"N… no, we're not that close…"
Undyne rolls her eyes impatiently as she arches an eyebrow.
"Hey, like I told you before, I'm not going to get in the way of whatever's going on here. I'm just stating the obvious." She tells you indifferently. You nervously run a hand through your hair as you feel Undyne's intense glare burn into you, despite how impassive she sounds as she continues, "So anyway, I wanna know something… how's he been?"
You stare at her blankly for a moment, and you blink in surprise when you suddenly catch on.
"Oh, you mean Sans? He's… he's good. He seems… chill."
You're caught off-guard once again as you're suddenly met with a roaring bout of laughter from Undyne, and she grins widely as she shakes her head at you and wipes an escaping tear from her eye.
"Are you kidding? I've never seen him so shaken up with nerves before! You got a real talent for cluelessness if you haven't noticed this yet." You slowly blink as you realise this to be true. You figured that your presence in the underground would be unsettling enough, especially as human beings are known for their destructive nature, but you assumed that Sans composes himself fairly well given the circumstances. But as Undyne calms down from her laughing fit, she turns back to you with a large toothy smile, "Oh c'mon, have you really never noticed? He's on edge all the damn time! It's as if he's waiting for something horrible to happen at any given moment."
"H-How do you figure this?"
"I've known Sans long enough by now. He's a hard to read guy, but I take pride in my observation skills… most of the time. But I can tell when he's distressed. He can't pull the wool over my eyes, no matter how hard he tries. And I can tell he's pretty damn anxious right now."
Your response to this… completely shocks you. As she talks about him so well, you feel a slight jab of jealousy ring through your chest. And before you find the will-power to stop yourself, you impulsively ask her,
"Are you guys… in a relationship?"
Again, Undyne bursts out into an incredibly loud bout of laughter as she doubles forward to clutch at her sides. Tears are streaking down her face as you quickly feel stupid for even asking such a question, and you feel a white hot flush of embarrassment scorch your face. However, you still find yourself on edge as you patiently wait for an answer, and you pout at your lack of self-control. Why do I even care about this?
"Oh… oh god, no! You totally misunderstood me. We're just good friends, that's all. I've known Sans for a while now, but I'm really not interested in his… uh, type…" As she says this, you feel a substantial level of relief lift your heart in your chest, but you completely dismiss the feeling as you shake your wavering thoughts away. And as she comes down from her laughing fit, she heavily sighs with an uncontrollable smile pinning her lips into her trademark grin, and she casually comments, "If you really wanna know, I'm more interested in the nerdy type. There's this one girl right now that I… um, well anyway, I've said more than enough about this. The point is that there's nothing going on between me and Sans… so you don't have to worry about that, huh?"
Undyne can see right through you as she raises her eyebrows suggestively. And as much as you want to deny it from Undyne, you're having a hard enough time trying to deny your feelings from yourself. You feel a whole new wave of heat fill up your face as you desperately try to calm down your fast-paced heartbeat, but as much as you try to suppress it, you feel another sharp hike in your heartbeat as you suddenly see Sans round the corner of Undyne's house with a hefty box in his arms. Despite the incredible size of it, he seems to carry it as if it weighs the same as a feather. Your mouth hangs agape, you barely conceal how impressed you are by this, and Sans flashes you a confident grin as he holds it up in the air… with one hand.
"Yeah, this is no big deal. Although, I never used to be so good at lifting weights… but hey, I picked it up eventually."
You're too much in awe of the effortless way he balances the large box on one finger to notice his joke. Your eyes simply sparkle in astonishment as Sans flaunts his absurd power by passing the box from each of his hands in a swift juggle.
"Sans, you're awesome…" You gasp as your fixed gaze focuses on the box, and every time you take a sharp intake of breath in amazement, Sans feels his pride swelling and his proud grin widening. But it doesn't take long for Undyne to interrupt as she rolls her eyes again and calls from the side-lines,
"Man, I didn't give you my record player so you could show off to the human. Can't you find better ways to flirt with her without potentially breaking my stuff?"
As soon as she says this, Sans immediately jolts in surprise and his entire skull flares into a deep cyan blush as his eyes fly open in chagrin. Then, the box clumsily slips from his fingers, and he comically stumbles around as he desperately tries to cling on to the box. As he finds his balance on his feet and presses the box in a tight grip to his chest, he stares daggers at Undyne as she grins mischievously in reply.
"What's a record player?" You ask obliviously with a tilt of your head. Sans lets out an audible sigh of relief, and his embarrassment quickly dissipates as he places the box to the ground and shifts the lid from the top. You peer inside, and your curious eyes trace the flat circular surface beneath a long and winding needle, with peculiar dials lined alongside it. You blink quizzically at him with an arched eyebrow.
"Record players are exactly that – they play records. In layman's terms, this machine can play music, just like the juke box at Grillby's." He explains as he watches your expression suddenly light up with excitement, and he laughs whole-heartedly at your reaction, "I called up Undyne earlier to ask if we could borrow it for a while. After seeing you respond to the juke box yesterday, I thought maybe this would be something you'd like."
"Of course! Sans, this is so thoughtful, I…" Then, your enthusiasm immediately disappears, and you become hesitant as a sudden thought crosses your mind. Slowly, you turn over your shoulder with a shaky smile, "Um, Undyne, are you sure it's alright if we take this?"
"Sure it is! Knock yourself out, punk!" She says aggressively through her eager grin, and you can barely contain your excitement. But as Undyne continues, you pick up an underlying incentive that weighs a sudden heavy atmosphere over the scene, "As long as it makes you happy, take whatever you need, human. I'll do whatever it takes to keep you happy, for the sake of the underground, for the safety of our people…"
You slowly press your lips together in a tight line as you understand exactly what this means. So, as you cautiously approach her, fidgeting nervously with your fingers as you do, your voice softens into a sincere plea,
"Look, Undyne… I appreciate the gesture, but I can't accept this if you're only trying to keep me satisfied. I don't want to forge relationships stapled by fear. That's not what I want my life to become, where people are too afraid to be real with me."
Undyne's eye widens as she seems to be completely surprised by your reaction. It takes her a minute to fully absorb your words, and as she concludes just how genuine you appear to be, Undyne rests her hands on her hips as she lowly chuckles to herself.
"Y'know, I'm starting to like you a lot more, punk." She smiles as big as ever, and the gruff strain of her voice lowers into a softness that you've never heard before, "Alright, then please accept this gift as a symbol that solidifies our friendship, not out of obligation, but simply on the grounds that I want to."
You feel your heart lifting all the more with happiness, and you match the incredibly large shape of her smile with yours. You're almost moved to tears as you glance back at Sans, offering a supportive thumbs up to you in response, and you turn back to Undyne with a loud and cheerful reply,
"Thanks, Undyne. Really, this means a lot to me."
"Yeah, yeah. Now get outta here before I start puking. This sappy shit is ruining my macho reputation."
With that, you return to Sans' side as he picks up the box and gives Undyne a casual wave over his shoulder.
"See ya, Undyne. I'll let my brother know you're waiting for him."
You wave a goodbye as she gives a heartfelt wave in return, erratically shaking her muscular arm as she gives her all into a passionate send-off. It's so like her. And the image of her giant toothy grin is the last thing you see before a sudden shadow envelops your vision. You blink twice as you wonder if the lights have suddenly gone out, and you panic for a moment as you wonder if you've suddenly gone completely blind. But as you feel a familiar callous hand brush past yours, slowly encasing his rigid fingers over your palm, you immediately feel yourself being pulled along from the darkness into a burst of light, as if you have practically walked through a lightning strike. It takes you a moment to recognise where you've been thrown into, and your eyes struggle to adjust to the surroundings.
And as you recognise the worn-down sofa you slept on overnight, you quickly realise you've let Sans lead you though a short cut that enters the skeleton home. Your jaw drops in shock, and you stare after him as he rests the record player on the table beside his pet rock. And you can barely find words as your eyes dart around in every direction.
"Wait, how did we… what the hell just happened? How are we already back home?"
"Don't tell me… you already forgot that I have the amazing capability of travelling through pockets of time and space? How did that manage to slip through your memory? Don't you remember how awesome I can be?" He laughs as he leans back against the table by his elbows, and he quickly squares his eyes to you with a smirk you recognise. And immediately, you know exactly what's coming, "Heh, I've got no right to judge. I once knew a joke about amnesia… but I forgot how it goes."
Suddenly, the pressure is on you for a response. You silently panic as your lips purse into a quivering pout, and your eyes stretch wide as you stare back in alarm. You aren't amused at all, the joke doesn't suit your tastes one bit, and the time creeping onwards emphasizes how much of a killjoy you really are. In a desperate attempt to prove this wrong, you try to force a smile on your lips, but the shape you make feels completely alien to you. The perspiration falls all the more over your temples as you know that you're not selling it. Even you don't believe the sincerity of the smile you make, and you're left in anticipation as you anxiously wait to see if Sans bought it…
But as he quietly lifts himself away from the table, you can't read his blank expression as he wanders closer to you, and you're completely startled as he suddenly lifts his arms to the air, and firmly takes a hold of your face beneath his warm palms. Then, he grabs the skin of your cheekbones between his thumbs and his fingers, and pinches your cheeks and pulls your mouth into an awkward grin. You freeze in place as Sans' empty eyes lock you into stone. And his typical grin curls in the corners into the sinister smirk you know so well.
"No cheating. I can see right through that fake smile, and those are just as bad as no smiles at all." His voice comes out like a growl, and you feel an unexpected shiver ring through you at the sound. And you gulp as Sans inches closer to you, until the curve of his mouth is dangerously on the edge of yours, "But don't worry, I haven't given up on you yet. I'm going to make you laugh one way or another. And I believe I can do it… after all, it's all about catching you in the right mood…"
He releases you at last, and you stumble forward as he quickly moves away. Your mind is erased, enslaved by the branded graze of his breath fresh across your skin, and you feel the heat fill up your face as you stare vacantly ahead in a near drunken stupor. As you gaze back over your shoulder, you see him collapse against the back of the sofa as he sighs in exhaustion, and you note the lingering grin on his face as he averts his eyes from you. You wonder what he might be thinking about… you wonder if his thoughts went dark as he held you so easily in his hands, knowing that you were reduced to nothing under his touch… and you wonder what exactly he means by setting the right mood…
But you don't wonder for too long as you press your attention to the record player. And you feel his scorching gaze return to you as you bend over the player, rifling through the piles of records lethargically, knowing full well that Sans' vulture-like eyes follow the voluptuous curve of your hips as you swing your body to the beat of the rhythm.
Once again, you're captivated by music. And once again, he watches how you move, all whilst he takes a firm grip of the sofa… to hold himself back.
…
…
Papyrus had left for Undyne's training once again, leaving you alone with the lazy skeleton man. Sans, sinking into the sofa as he naps on and off all throughout the morning, but always waking up to the image of your moving figure beside the active record player. It's been nonstop all morning as you discover new genres, new voices, and new instruments for the first time over and over again. When it's an energetic tune, you can't help but move wildly along to the song, running your hands through your dirty hair and raining streams of perspiration down every inch of your form. When it's a slow-moving tune, your body becomes liquid, and languid, swaying your hips in gradual motions and accentuating your contours in almost agonising movements.
And Sans silently spectates from the side-lines with no intention to intervene. Far from it, he enjoys every single moment of this. It's different from yesterday – there's no monsters joining in and introducing themselves to you, there's no restrictions in space as you take advantage of the open environment all around you. There's only you and the music.
However, this feels incredibly different to you for a completely different reason. As you give your body and soul away to the music, you're unable to fully lose yourself just as you did yesterday… because of him. This time, you know he's watching you intently. You know he likes the way you move. He admitted this himself last night. "I just love watching you dance." You remember the affectionate tone he used as he said this, and his voice is burned forever in your memory as it lights an intense fire deeply within your core. You like the affect you have on him. And you like the affect he has on you as his eyes carefully observes the motions you make. There's a small spark of voyeurism rooted inside you. And only Sans is able to bring this out of you, especially since you feel a subtle smile pull at your lips every time you catch a glimpse of his observant eyes fixated on your body. Oh honey… if you want me so bad, then why don't you do something about it?
You realise you're going to have to push the boundaries all the more. Many ideas come to mind when you think of creative ways to do this, and you like every single one that crosses your mind. But as your hipbones sway, and your hands claw through the mess of your hair, you realise that one particular idea stays prominent above all the rest. Once again, a cruel smile appears on your features. And a delicious curl forms deep within your abdomen as the thought alone urges your liquid tongue to hungrily run along the shape of your mouth.
You flick the needle away from the record, and an audible scratch plunges the air into silence. Sans pulls his laidback gaze away from the distance and rests on you, and you see his sockets only slightly widen as you peer over your risen shoulders, coated in a thick layer of perspiration, and your heavily-lidded eyes are consumed with an insatiable lust that drops your mouth into a panting oval. The sight of you hot and bothered like that freezes Sans into place, stripped of his ability to move, and you smirk as you notice. Then you turn to rest your hand on your waist, and the curvaceous shape of your hips accentuate your full-bodied figure, glowing in sweat, and poised with grace.
"Y'know, I feel like I'm being selfish right now. I'm dancing by myself over here, and I don't even realise that I'm ignoring you while I'm having all the fun." You fan yourself gently as your sultry eyes never once wavers away from Sans' intoxicated gaze, and you attempt to sound completely innocent as you ask, "Are you sure this is alright?"
"Hey. Mi casa es tu casa, amigo." You don't pretend that his perfected accent doesn't send chills down your spine, and you clutch your hand over your chest in an attempt to calm your heartbeat, "Do whatever you want, this is your home now."
"That's very kind." You say sincerely, and you push yourself away from the table to casually stroll across the lounge to stop right in front of him. And you wipe your forehead with the back of your hand as you flash him a passing glance beneath the heaviness of your lids, "Then… I hope you don't mind if I repay you for your kindness…"
Sans' mouth quickly runs dry as you say this.
"That… depends." A visible drop of sweat creeps down his skull as his suspicious gaze squares at you, despite his unshaken grin, "How exactly do you plan on repaying me?"
"A dance." You suddenly bend forward until you're practically leaning over him with your hands resting against the sofa, and your arms cage him from beneath you as he anxiously sinks lower into the pillows, "You said you like to watch me dance, no? I've prepared a dance routine specifically for you, and I think you might enjoy it… if you'll let me."
"…o-okay, s-sure…" He barely manages to breathe a reply as your hair rains down and frames the shape of your face, and you smile in satisfaction as you eventually push yourself away from him. You hear him swallow a slow gulp as he sits back up, and a gradual exhale passes through his teeth as he finally regains control of his breathing once again. And a wicked smirk darkens your expression as the thought crosses your mind – if this alone leaves you breathless, then what will happen after what I'm about to do…?
"Excuse me a moment, will you? I'm a little sweaty, so I'm just going to change out of these dirty clothes real quick. I won't take long..."You tell him slowly, before you bite down on your lip in excitement, and as you ascend up the staircase, you feel your plan flawlessly coming together. You glance back once more from the balcony to catch a glimpse of Sans' curious eyes following you into your bedroom. And as an audible click is heard like an echo around the house the moment you shut your bedroom door, Sans rests his head in his hand as he feels the intense heat from his face tinge the base of his clammy palms.
It's true, he knows it, that he can't take his eyes off you whilst you're caught in your own world of music. It's become a horrible habit now. He's watched every part of you fall to pieces through the cracks of his walls, he's observed the elegant way you move from the bar at Grillby's, and it's the same again from the comfort of his own home. He has a responsibility to watch over you, but at this point it's becoming more and more of an excuse. There's a clear underlying intent that he withholds so intensely, and he can't make sense of it because there's just something about you that's too irresistibly alluring to ignore. He doesn't know how much longer he can keep it to himself as the overwhelming urges grow more and more every day. He's getting to know you as a person, he's noticing your flaws and your weaknesses and accepting them openly as a friend, and he's enjoying all that you are and more as the days go by… he can't deny it. He's getting in deep.
And he wonders how much more of this he can endure before he simply lets loose everything he withholds…
Your bedroom door clicks once more, and you slip out with your expression hidden beneath a pitch black trilby hat casting a shadow over your eyes. Your body is covered with an oversized shirt, sleeves pushed past your elbows, buttons fastened above your cleavage, and tightened beneath the collar is a low-hanging tie loosely draping down your torso. And your legs are completely bare, shimmering with the remnants of perspiration crawling in trails over your skin. You barely make a sound as your naked feet pace across the balcony towards the stairs. Sans follows you closely as you descend the staircase, and you flicker a quick passing glance as you casually walk by towards the record player. And the silence is finally broken as you carefully place the chosen record in place, and gently sink the needle into it. Your cautious eyes follow the record as it begins to spin, and the needle cascades across the surface as the music brings you to life.
After Dark... by Tito and Tarantula…
Immediately as the strums of the guitar introduces you to the ethereal world, you let the sounds carry the slow swing of your hips as you dip your toes into the cooling waters of the music. You want to get a feel of the rhythmic melody as it wraps around you, holds you in bondage, and commands your movements as you're overcome with the euphoric sensations it brings you. And you're able to lose yourself further as Sans' piercing gaze burns a candid trail along the contours of your body. He loosens you, he unhinges you, and you feel yourself shatter into liquid as your heated blood runs deliciously to the surface of your skin. You're glowing with lust. Your eyes tell it as you turn away from the player, towards the sofa with the captivated skeleton rooted in, and you glide confidently and smoothly across the floor towards him. You hear an incredibly audible gulp escape from his mouth as you finally reveal your heavy-lidded eyes blazing underneath the shadows of your hat, and you secure his gaze as he stares in awe-stricken shock.
The sweat builds over his skull as the evident blue tinge of his fiery flush accumulates across his face. The white pinpricks of his eyes are intensely shimmering from the sight of you, his sockets are as wide as they can go as he watches in anticipation, and his smile is nowhere to be seen. He's already on the edge of his seat, mouth hanging agape in shock and desire, and the power you hold over him… it adds gas to the fire burning ferociously within the depths of your core. And I haven't even started…
As you approach him, your steps become slow and fearless. Your wayward hand reaches out, extending your elongated fingers, and you lightly run your digits across his knees towards the material of his shorts. Immediately, you feel a slight jolt beneath your touch, as you see from his expression that he's instantly reminded of the first time you met… under the sentry post… your curious fingers explored every inch of his bone… towards the most sensitive part of his form…
But your hands inch over towards the hem of his shirt, running gently over the bones of his torso as you feel him slightly trembling beneath your assertive movements. You lean closer and closer, your mouth a hair's breadth away from his, until you tuck your head beside his, brushing the heated skin of your cheekbones against his. You bury your hands against his shoulder blades as your lips hover to the side of his head, and the words you shape with your mouth gently graze the bone of his skull as you whisper,
"Let's play a game." Sans takes an unsteady intake of breath at the feeling of your moistened breath brushing over his skull, "If you manage to keep your hands to yourself during the dance, you win. But, if you touch me… if I feel your hands grab any part of my body… I win. So… do you wanna do it?"
You can already feel the presence of Sans' hands hovering dangerously close to your swinging hips, and the sight of his extreme frustration in his eyes brings a devilish smile to your lips. But despite this, he manages to slightly nod his head in compliance as he's completely overwhelmed with your presence alone. He's stricken into silence as he struggles to withdraw his lingering hands to his sides, and you feel the small trembles beneath your fingers slowly intensify as you gently caress his burning cheekbone with your knuckles. And you quietly praise him for his self-control as you push yourself back to your feet, and finally lift your fingers away from his form. You hear a hefty breath of relief pass through his teeth as your distance makes it easier to restrain his urges.
But Sans… you have no idea what I have planned for you…
You wait for the cues of the music to control your feet as you swiftly turn around, and the slow careening melody guides you as you sink to the ground in a sensual swaying motion. You push your knees apart as you rise and fall teasingly against the ground, until you finally lift yourself back to your feet as your hand smooths over the back of your thigh, tucking your thumb beneath the hem of your shirt as you gently lift up further up your body. Then, you glance over your shoulder with your lips shaped into a liquid pout, as you watch his reaction to the instance you show him your naked behind from beneath the material. You see his shoulders rise as he struggles to keep his hands balled into fists by his sides, and you spare him the torture as you suddenly drop the shirt and let it drape loosely over your skin once more. He exhales heavily as he silently thanks you for your mercy.
The song careens into a faster paced rhythm, and you turn to face him again as you let your head swing in synchronicity with your hips, until the speed of the song forces you to swipe the hat away from your head. Suddenly, you let loose a wild array of hair swinging in dirty curls around your perspiring face. The hat is thrown off to the side, your hair sticks to your skin like a second coat, and your darkened eyes are curtained by the unkempt strands clinging to your face. You can almost hear Sans audibly cry out from the sight, and he stifles a moan by clenching his jaw and desperately sucks the air between his teeth in order to control himself.
The music becomes fiercer, and so do you. You quickly stretch your hands into claws as you dig your fingertips into the knot of your tie, and you relentlessly stretch it against your neck. Your sultry eyes keep him in sight as you quickly swipe the tie from beneath the collar, wrap the material around your knuckles in a tight knot, and viciously whip it away as if you're breaking free from your restraints. You crack the tie in a fierce whip by his side and he jolts in surprise, and the excitement of the sound courses like a shock of ecstasy across his bones. Again, he digs his fingers deeper into the sofa as he struggles to internally battle all of his urges.
Then, you press your foot against the side of the sofa as you lean closer, wrapping the length of the tie behind his head like a harness, and you gently pull him towards you. Sans feels feather-like beneath your strength as his widened eyes falls into a half-lidded gaze in fixation, and you tease the closeness of your mouth next to his as you purposely purse your lips to lightly graze against the curve of his shaken smile. And just as you're mere inches away from pressing against him, just as the slight appearance of your tongue dares to run along the shape of his mouth… you slip the tie away from his head, and mercilessly push him back against the sofa by your foot.
Sans gasps in torture as he's thrown back against the pillows, perspiration falling like streams over his skull, and he watches through the slits of his heavy eyes as you trail your hands over the voluptuous curves of your body, grazing your fingertips over your skin of your neck, and further through the unkempt mess of your hair falling over your wicked expression. You feel yourself falling alongside the overpowering music as your mind clouds over with pleasure. And as you lift your hands higher and higher, twisting your wrists along to the gentle beat, your shirt lifts higher over your shoulders, smoothing over the skin of your thighs… until… until…
"No… n-no fucking way…" Sans whispers to himself as he pushes his hands ferociously into the pillows, desperate to hold himself back, begging and pleading to repress every urge in his being to relentlessly throw himself to your mercy.
For as soon as your shirt lifted past your hipbones, the hem of the material revealed what lay underneath… nothing. You're wearing nothing underneath. As you sway your hips along to the music, the naked image of your sex appears in a tantalising pendulum, teasing him with the knowledge that there's nothing covering the sensitive skin where his fingers had been the night before. He can still smell the scent lingering on his callous fingertips.
You slowly turn around to face away from him, step forward as your feet position directly next to his, and the sway of your hips lowers towards the empty space of the sofa between his legs. The white pinpricks in his eyes are completely lost in the darkened voids of his sockets as he concentrates all of his energy into digging the balls of his fists against the sofa. And he trembles almost violently as you rest your behind between his legs, and gradually lean back until your head reclines against the broadness of his shoulder. Your entire figure is laying over his, pressing the bones of your hips across his thighs and running your hands over the side of his skull, teasing and caressing the temperature of his blush. You hear his teeth viciously grind in his mouth as you move your leg into the air, and position it down to rest on the outside of his leg, trapping it between your thighs. His unsteady breathing becomes all the more erratic as he can feel the folds of your bare lower lips press against the callous structure of his femur, and your hips move once again as you continue to let the music completely control you.
Your hands search for his, resting your fingers over his knuckles as he continues to dig his fists into the sofa, and you push yourself over the firmness of his bone. And in the corner of your eyes, you make out his contorted expression as his tongue suddenly hangs wantonly out between his teeth. The drool falls over his chin as he trembles through his desperate struggle to keep sane, and his shivers sends carnivorous shocks through your sex as he inadvertently stimulates your sensitive skin.
"Ahhhn~!" You let loose a suppressed moan as the shock of a thrill courses through your blood, and you grind harder against his leg. A sudden spurt of cyan flames erupts from his eye at the sound. He wants to hear it again. His predatory instincts force him to shift his leg from beneath you, and the hardness of his bone presses pleasurably against your clit. You sharply intake your breath as you close your eyes, and your mouth hangs open into a perfect oval. Oh god, that feels good…
You feel yourself slipping, and he shifts his leg again and again, in sync with the rhythm of the music, and you bite down on your lip as a flash of heat builds deeply within your abdomen. San shudders uncontrollably and his tongue carelessly hangs lower from the feeling of a liquid path melting over his legs from beneath you. He can barely keep himself from forming rational thoughts as he's reduced to a carnivorous mess, taking an insane amount of pleasure from helping you reach the potential climax forging deep within your innards. And your last reminaing strain of sanity cries out you,
He's winning… you can't let him… win…
Suddenly, you tighten your grasp around his fists as you relentlessly lace your fingers between his. And slowly, you guide his hands towards your body and press his fingers against the thin material of your shirt. You gasp at the touch, slightly numbed through the material, but still effective in its own right. Sans can barely find his voice within his throat as he withdraws his tongue and breathes in heavy intervals,
"I thought… you said… no touching…"
You match his smirk as you gradually guide his palms further down your body, curling his fingers over you're the rise and fall of your breasts, and your reply is barely a whisper as you tighten his grasp around you.
"This rule is exempt… if I'm the one in control."
Sans exhales heavily as he doesn't question this. His mind is too far gone, his sense is overcome by the softness of your breasts beneath his palms, and his face heats up fiercely as the bluntness of his fingertips dig gently into your sensitive skin. You sharply inhale in response, letting him know that you enjoy it when he touches you there, until you push his embrace further down the contours of your figure, and he's left resting his palms against your hipbones.
Swiftly, you turn yourself within his grasp, facing him head on as your feather-like touch holds the shape of his skulls in your palms. You bring your head to level with yours, and you gaze deeply within his empty heavy sockets as the intensely burning blue iris in his eye captures you in place. You sit in his lap, your navel pressing against his torso, and the entrance of your sex hovers dangerously over the growing erection straining against his shorts. A fire burns brightly in your eyes as this is the moment you've been waiting for. As he holds your waist tenderly beneath his palms, as you keep his piercing gaze locked into yours to distract him for the moment, your hand slithers towards the nape of his neck and wraps around the back of his skull, whilst the other hand ventures down his torso… lightly grazing your knuckles against the ridges of his ribs through his shirt… until your fingers pinch at the hem of his shorts…
Sans' eyes fly open. You smile wider as you notice he's finally caught on to your intentions. You no longer feel his hot breath brushing against your skin, and you wonder if he's stopped breathing. His trembling completely halts. His entire body is stiffened, like the calm before the storm. And you sensually catch your lips between your teeth to cross your tongue along its curve, wetting your mouth in anticipation for the next move. Sans is hard as stone, unmoving as a statue, and his eyes remain widened in shock… and unrelenting predatory desire…
The song carries you along as you smooth the hem of his shorts down past his waist, and he slowly shifts to allow you to pull it further over his pulsating erection. The glowing cyan colour of his cock strikes you first, until you fearlessly encircle your careful hand over the base, and slowly caress him in synchronicity to the music. And the instant he feels you, an inescapable moan passes from the depths of his throat. It sounds like a growl, and you like how it sounds. He's melting beneath your touch, he's given himself up to you without question, and the power you have over him sends pleasing shocks of confidence in the movements of your liquid fingers.
You grin as you watch his face completely twisted in ecstasy, and his usual carefree smirk is contorted into a crooked smile, torn between the overwhelming pleasure and relief taking his expression hostage, and he pants heavily in correspondence with your thrusts. It takes a lot of strength within you to keep your distance from his tongue, carelessly hanging out his mouth invitingly for you to capture. You pump harder and faster as you struggle to withhold yourself, and you feel his fingers suddenly dig deep into your waist. You gasp sharply from the pain this brings, but it coincides with the intense desire running deep within your core, and the pain rings fluidly through your veins in a euphoric sensation.
It's almost as if this feeling alone flicks a switch in you. And as you let go of your senses, you pass Sans one more knowing glance as he's barely able to look at you through his rolling eyes. He notices a certain gleam in your heavy eyes as your fingers uncurl from his cock, and you release your hold of his skull as you gradually glide further down his torso with your eyes lowered beneath you. And instantly, Sans recognises this look. He recognises the path you take as you kneel off the sofa, he knows the trail of your hands as they slide down his torso, and he can barely function a coherent thought as he realises exactly what you're trying to do… and a sharp and slick shudder licks at his bones at the thought alone.
"You ca… ahh… you can't be real…" His voice is throaty, strained with insatiable lust.
Your mouth is wet as your tongue runs along it, your eyes are hungry as you glance at his cock trembling beneath your gaze, and you smile as his sex quivers, tormented with desire, so you end his suffering as you graze the base of your tongue along the length of his cock, until it passes through your fluid lips in agonisingly slow motions. And you suppress the urge to smile as you hear an incredibly low moan sound from the depths of his throat, and a deeply-seated rumble sizzing through his bones as you hold on to him.
His hands suddenly run through your hair, the callous structure of his bones feels like bliss amongst the mess, and you pace a little faster alongside the heavy beat of the music thickly laying in the atmosphere. It acts as the perfect guide as you feel his shudders coarse against you, and you know he's pushed to the absolute edge of insanity as he's simply dissolved in pleasure.
You absorb him as you feel his grip on your hair tightening, and you like how incredibly raw this feels as you hear his garbled moan pass his shaken smile as he cascades into a climax, releasing everything from within him and into you. The song breaches into a high energy finish that seems to harmonise with his entry into paradise. And everything is Heaven. You feel an overwhelming sense of satisfaction as your lips release him mercilessly, and the strength of your desire in your abdomen cries out for attention as you glance at the face he makes as he cums. Twisted and contorted, eyes rolling back, and his wanton tongue laying in a defeated state through the corner of his mouth.
And finally on the harsh come down, Sans relaxes against the pillows as his entire form shatters into atoms, and closes his eyes as the feeling intensifies upon his senses. His hands remain in tight fists in your hair he murmurs, tenderly,
"You're a goddess… a goddess…"
As incredibly heated as this was, you feel an overwhelming glow tighten around your heart as he says this. The moment he smiles at you with satisfaction and passion was the moment you felt your heartbeat stop. You live for this moment. It feels as if your bodies and soul coincide as one, and this connection feels almost unearthly, and powerful. You've never experienced anything like this before. You've never felt this sense of belonging to someone before… Sans, don't you feel this too?
You shake away this growing feeling clinging to your heart as you slip through his grasp. You feel a small remaining shiver between your legs as you brush past his form, leaning gently against him as you suddenly catch him off-guard as you lovingly press your lips against the warmth of his cheekbone. As his eyes quickly widen in surprise, you simply lean back with an affectionate drawl in your voice as you whisper,
"That's for last night."
You push yourself away to straighten your creased shirt. Then, you calmly leave him to draw back his senses as you ascend the staircase, and you glance back at Sans one final time with a compassionate gaze in your eyes before you disappear into the bathroom. And Sans is left to steady his heavy breathing. It takes a few moments to return to reality as his blunt fingertips brush over the wetness of your lingering kiss. Slowly, he goes over every single detail of your dance through his mind as his bones feel like jelly against the pillows. The remnants of his heated flush remain prominent over his face, and he wipes away the sticky drool trailing lines over his chin with his thumb. As he acknowledges how easy it was for you to completely subdue him, a sudden thought crosses his wayward mind,
I guess I lose…
And his trademark grin returns to his features as the record scratches to a stop.
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Chapter Seven End. Chapter Eight cumming soon…
Thank you so much everyone for reading this LONG chapter! Special thanks to Sharon Stone from the movie 'Basic Instinct' for the inspiration of the final scene, couldn't have done it without you! I hope you guys enjoyed it, and please let me know what you thought of this latest chapter in a review! I appreciate every single feedback I get. Cheers so much everyone, and I'll see you soon~!