Chapter Eight :: In Bloom
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Again, you dream about a light. But this time, it's not a glaring LED ceiling light like before. It's… different. You find it difficult to explain… but as you adjust your eyes, you discover that you're staring at a cluster of sun-soaked sparks, twisting into a spiralling vortex and stretching out into space. It's as if you're watching the beginning of the universe unfold before your eyes, and the beautiful array of luminous colours paint the backdrop beneath it all. You stretch out your hand as your fingers gently caress a glowing speck as it passes you, and it phases through your skin as if you are incorporeal.
You feel your body floating in empty space, drifting slowly across the plains, and lifting through the air as if you weigh nothing at all. You're surrounded by the galaxy, in awe of the breath-taking scenery. It's like they're tiny fireflies coiling around your form, expanding towards the distant horizon with their warm colours, and then multiplying in smaller clusters like the flickering embers of a fire. And as more of them surface, as more of them phase through your skin, you begin to feel as if your body is lifting higher… and higher… and higher…
You recognise this feeling. It's ethereal. It's… it's Sans. It's exactly how you feel when Sans is touching you. It's exactly how you feel when Sans grazes his breath over your skin. It's the overwhelming pleasure you experience when Sans strokes his tongue across your neck, devouring you slowly, tasting every inch of your jaw to your collarbone in slow and ardent trails. You feel delirious. The feeling is growing in your chest, erupting into an otherworldly heat deep within you. You hang your mouth agape, gently in-taking a slow breath of air as the feeling takes hold of your entire form, and it flourishes intensely… swelling inside you… until you can't withhold it any longer.
You feel as if you've been trapped within your body all this time, and you've finally burst at the seams. You feel exactly like you're coming, but this climax… it's extraordinary. It's as if you've literally shattered into atoms, and you're slowly materialising into small pieces alongside the sun-soaked fragments moving through you. It's… difficult to even comprehend. You feel as if you're merging into the universe, and you've finally escaped your mortal coil to become one with everything in existence. You're returning to the moment before you were born, your state of being before you manifested into a body. It's indescribable. It's beautiful. It's… it's…
It's pulling you apart.
Every part of your form is stretching across the plains, brutally yanking your limbs into tiny splinters. The air begins to vibrate, violently shaking you into shreds, and a harsh sound suddenly rips through the atmosphere. It's a demonic voice, riding the waves of the vibrations as it echoes across the plateau, haunting your form as it slowly dissipates.
"…you're… going to… destroy… everything…"
A lightning shock pierces through your chest, suddenly catching the remnants of your body as if you're hanging from a spike. Your heart plunges as you feel as if you're no longer drifting, and you abruptly fall through the air like a stone in water. Helpless and afraid, you silently scream into the emptiness, and the embers of light viciously follow after you as they flare into terrifying surges of blazing fire. And as you quickly descend into oblivion, gradually numbing into nothingness as you fracture into an explosion of molecules, your vision breaks apart as the echoes taunt you one final time.
"…you're… going… to… die…"
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Your eyes fly open as you feel yourself piecing back together. You're staring at the blank ceiling of your bedroom, stretching awkwardly across your dampened bed, and you wince in disgust as you realise you're lying in a pool of your own cold sweat. You sit up, wiping the perspiration from your forehead, and regulate your heavy breathing. The dream you just experienced was too… unnatural. You're daunted by the fact that it felt less like a dream, and more like… another realm. It was like a glimpse into a vague premonition, or a hint into some vital truth that you've kept hidden… a buried secret… threatening to surface once again…
You shake your head at the impossibility. It was just another bad dream. You chant this to yourself like a mantra. It was nothing but a nightmare. But still, you can't help but feel unnerved. Although you're certain it wasn't a memory, you can't shake the inescapable fact that it felt very real. You recall the physical weight of your body slowly shattering into fragments, you remember how it felt like ecstasy before it quickly shifted into an overwhelming sense of dread, and the echoing voice… that voice…
You hold your hand over your mouth as you suddenly feel nauseous. That voice possessed an air of unspeakable evil, as if it had crawled up from the depths of Hell itself to specifically invade your dream and terrorise you. The fear it invoked within you turned over your stomach and runs your mouth dry. As you swallow a hard gulp, you swivel from your bed and unsteadily lift yourself up. I need water…
You quickly glance at yourself in the mirrors as you walk by them, and smooth out the damp linen nightdress that clings to your perspiring skin. You head towards the staircase, carefully sneaking by the bedroom doors of the skeleton brothers as to not wake them up, and your vision adjusts to the darkness shrouding the kitchen before you enter. The sink is too high up to reach, but you don't let that stop you. Carefully, you lift yourself up to the basin, and push all of your upper body strength into your hands as you shift your torso to lean into the sink. Your legs dangle off the side as you awkwardly switch on the faucet, and cautiously aim the water stream into your mouth.
You feel a little silly, but the water is too refreshing to care too much…
"Y'know there's a bottle of water in the fridge if you're thirsty, buddy." A familiar voice sounds. You catch a glimpse of the skeleton wearing his thin white shirt and boxer shorts, and you splutter in utter surprise.
"Sans?!"
"Hey, don't stop on my account. Personally, I'm enjoying the view…"
As he comments, you turn over your shoulder to follow his fixated gaze, and you feel as if your entire body lights on fire as you find his eyes looking up between your legs. You suddenly realise how exposed you really are from such a height with such a small linen nightdress on, and you silently praise your common sense for at least putting on panties underneath. As you press your lips together into a jagged line, you sheepishly find ground on the counter beside you, and perch over the edge as you wipe the liquid remnants of water from around your mouth with your fingertips. Sans follows your movement, and a small gleam of blue flames flicker within his darkened socket. You suppress a smirk as you notice.
My dance must have been extraordinary if he's getting excited over the little things I do…
But the white pinpricks in his eyes return as he gathers his senses, and suddenly his usual grin brightens up his face as he comments,
"So it's late at night, you're sneaking around the house, and normally I'd find this pretty damn suspicious behaviour… but now I'm smart enough to know that you wouldn't be up to no good unless I was around. I know just how much you like to torment me." As he narrows his eyes, you try to conceal a less-than-innocent smile by biting down on your lower lip, but he laughs as he clearly notices the uncontrollable curls in the corners of your lips. You couldn't have looked any more guilty if you tried. But soon, his approach grows softer as his smile appears gentle, "So, I gotta ask because… y'know, I do feel like I have a responsibility to look after you… uh, are you alright?"
You suddenly feel anxious. You're too hesitant to let him in. You're too afraid of what he might think of you if you do. And you try to hide your panic as you wave a dismissive hand at him. With a shaken smile, you attempt to divert his attention,
"S-Sans, I'm actually impressed. You're so vigilant! I haven't been awake for very long, and you've already managed to corner me. But I've figured out your secret, though. You don't ever sleep, do you?"
Your sarcastic smile fades away as you notice how unamused he is. Your heart sinks – he can see right through you. And as his gaze hardens, so does his cold voice.
"Don't change the subject." His tone was commanding, but caring, as he gently urges you, "C'mon, tell me what's up."
"Um, well… I, uh…" You try to keep up a cheery smile to mask your nerves, but your voice comes out fast and wavering as if you're breathless, and your eyes dart in every other direction except at him. You can't handle the way he looks so preciously to you at that moment. "I… um, o-okay… I admit, I'm a little… a little shaken up, but it's fine! Really, it was just a stupid nightmare… it's nothing. It's nothing…"
"Was it another memory?" Sans patiently pushes, and you slowly shake your head.
"No, it was just a nightmare with really weird imagery. I don't know if it means anything, but… it felt like I should know what it means. And I just… god, I really don't know. I'm probably just worrying over nothing. But still, I can't help but wonder… there was a voice… and there's something so haunting about the voice I heard…"
Sans watches you intently as your words trail away into the night air, and your eyes become distant as the voice you heard from your dream repeats over and over in your memory. You recall the terrifying distortion sound surrounding it, as if it was speaking to you through a broken phone connection, almost certainly like it was reaching out to you from a completely different world. You sigh with exasperation. And once Sans picks up on your frustration, a silly grin breaks out over his face.
"How'd you know that voice wasn't mine? I could be keeping an eye on you in a lot of different ways, y'know. Explains why I never seem to sleep, huh?"
"Oh, shut up!" You smirk sarcastically as you playfully kick your legs to him. He laughs as he steps aside out of range, and grins in relief to finally see you smiling again. Curiously though, you catch his attention as your smile becomes softer, and a small heated flush flourishes over your cheekbones. Suddenly you can't bear to face him as you admit, "I… I know it wasn't you, Sans. I'd know if it was. You're just too kind. You wouldn't give me nightmares…"
Caught off-guard by this sincere confession, Sans turns to solid stone as he feels the flustering warmth of his blush accumulating over his face. Once his wayward thoughts piece back together, he bashfully rubs the back of his skull as a genuine smile pulls on his mouth. And as the two of you let the moment settle, it takes a few more moments before you can finally manage to look each other in the eyes again. Sans looks at you warmly, and asks,
"Is… there anything I can do to help you?" He grins all the more as your eyebrows rise, "Hey, just trying to keep up my reputation. What did you say I was… noble and kind? Those were your words, not mine."
"You don't need to prove to me how kind you are. I know." You say sincerely. Then, as you shift up the counter and lean against the wall, you brush a wayward hand through the tangled mess of your hair as your heavy-lidded gaze locks him in sight, and your voice on your breath is barely audible, "But if you really want to show me just how kind you are… will you be with me for a little while? I don't think I'll be able to sleep right now."
Sans loudly swallows, but he happily obliges as he steps closer, leaning casually against the stove beside you with a carefree grin plastered over his blue-tinged face.
"Sure. I'm here for you if you need me."
You're not satisfied with the distance. Slowly, you lean forward with your hands holding the edge of the counter, and you push yourself to inch closer to his stiffened form. As you draw nearer, you notice how Sans can barely manage to act cool and unaffected by you, but you can see it in the way the perspiration builds over his temples, you see it in the deepening blush over his cheeks, and the shimmering white pinpricks in his sockets as he struggles to maintain his sanity. You decide to really push his limits as an affectionate tone drawls out your voice,
"Sans... I need you." He halts after a sharp intake of breath sounds between his teeth. You see his smile disappear. His hands flinch at his sides. Then, your hand hovers near his heated face, and the tenderness in your touch as you gently caress your fingertips over his jawline is extended to the tenderness in your voice, "Can you stay with me tonight, please?"
Suddenly, in a shocking instant, you're thrown backwards against the wall as you feel your hands being shackled by bony fingers firmly coiling around your wrists, and you gasp in utter surprise as your eyes fly open at the sudden outburst. Your clouded vision barely reveals the shadowed voids in his sockets staring ferociously back at you, and the careless trails of drool melting over his chin in wanton desire. You can barely keep track of the fast pace of your heartbeat, thumping viciously against your chest as you find yourself caged beneath Sans' form, imprisoning you against the wall with his body precariously leaning over the counter.
You pushed him far enough now. He's barely able to control himself any longer. And your breath is heavy and shaken as you completely succumb to him.
"Is that all you want me to do tonight?" He asks lowly, like a shredded growl from his throat.
"I want what you want." You whisper submissively, and you already feel the fiery heat deep within your core at the sight of his crooked smile, even as you slowly shape the words on your breath with your liquid lips, "Tell me… what do you want?"
He inches closer, barely a hair's breadth away from grazing his teeth over your panting mouth, and as the flare of his blue iris bursts to life in his eye, a sharp rush surges through every inch of your form as Sans' reply sounds low, and dark with crazed desire,
"…I want to taste you."
You exhale harshly. God, yes!
Almost immediately, your mind spins into a frenzied fog as you see his elongated tongue finally make an appearance, and he drags it in agonisingly slow paces from your chin, following the contours of your jawline, along the gentle curve of your face. You audibly gasp, responding to the way this feels. You squeeze your thighs together as you attempt to calm down the intense bouts of ecstasy swelling deep within your core already. But as Sans brings his mouth right against your ear, burying his face in the unkempt mess of your hair, you feel an impossibly strong shudder licking your innards as his voice comes out raw, and merciless,
"You… drive me fucking insane. Do you have any idea what you do to me? God, you're so… you're so fucking hot… I want you so bad, all the time… I've never felt this damn savage before… oh god, the things you do to me… and it never stops… it never stops…"
His voice is like velvet. Every word, every syllable hits your ears in the right ways. You try to suppress a low moan, but it's unrelenting as it forcefully passes your oval lips, and you give in to way he makes you feel. It's getting too much. You just want him right here, right now.
And although you're pinned down by his strength, you find that you don't mind it at all. He's dominated you so easily, he's taking control by his voice alone, and for the first time since you met… the game is forgotten. The line you refused to cross has thinned over time, until it's barely a visible thread anymore. All the playful flirting, the sexually charged tension and the teases, it's all lead up to this. There's no reason to hold yourself back anymore. You can't remember the limits you set, or if there were any limits in the first place, you only remember that you wanted him… and that he wants you, just as much…
His hands uncurl from your wrists, and gently stroke over your arms as they sink down to your shoulders. His wandering tongue gradually trails a path along your jawline towards your lips, and he hesitates there for a moment as he realises he may be going too far. Caught in a daze, your hands drop down to rest against the back of his head, and you forcefully pull him towards you. Without any cause to wait, you relentlessly press your lips to his mouth, capturing him in a deep kiss fuelled by a ruthless desire to taste his tongue with yours. His sockets quickly widen by the outburst, but as he gently cups the shape of your face beneath his palms, he doesn't spend a second longer to hesitate, and hungrily enters your mouth.
He intensely explores you, his motions growing quicker and quicker as he's swept along by the heated atmosphere. His mind spirals into euphoria as this kiss feels every bit as amazing as he imagined it'd be. As your plump lips move over his mouth, passionately expressing your deeply-seated desires through every gradual shape you make over his bone, Sans can barely find the right words to describe the feeling… your lips are so soft and warm… and so liquid… it's… it's hard to describe the feeling…
As you reluctantly break apart, a trail of saliva connects the tip of your tongues, until it begrudgingly snaps and separates. Sans stares down at you, and his cyan iris fiercely erupts into a sharp array of flames as he's completely stricken into a silence. Your lids are as heavy as your breathing, your skin is glowing with heat and sweat, and your full lips are wet and parted… begging for more. He's frozen into a state of perpetual lust, and you feel it in his trembling fingers gently shaping the sides of your face. And you feel it too as the swollen heaviness aches for attention between your legs. Unable to ignore it any longer, you slowly dig your fingers into the loose material of his shirt and grab a fistful to pull him closer. Then, your voice sounds as sultry as it's ever been as you quietly ask,
"Do you really want to taste me?"
"God, I do." He confirms mid-trance. And with that, your knowing smirk returns as large and as wicked as ever.
"Then… do it."
Sans has to withdraw himself back to restart his good senses, as those two words alone were spoken with such a sharpness, it was as if you spat bullets from your mouth. And whilst he reels from the overwhelming effects of your voice alone, you shift below him, and slowly stretch your legs to spread your knees apart like a budding flower. He squares his eyes quizzically at you for an intensely long moment…
But as you lift your silken nightdress further up your thighs, and further over your waist, Sans completely stiffens. His skull runs into a deep ocean-coloured flush as he finally catches on. You smoothly tuck your thumb beneath the sodden hem of your panties, inch it slowly down your pointed hipbone, and catch his vacant gaze with your lustful eyes.
"I want you to make me forget my nightmare, Sans. I want you to make me forget everything." You tell him fervently as you hear his warm breath quickening, grazing your flushed skin as his trembling fingers reveal how truly fired up he is. And it excites you just as much to notice the appearance of his wanton tongue hanging carelessly between his teeth in anticipation, "I… really want you, too. And your tongue… fuck, Sans, you don't know how badly I want your tongue inside me. So… please… make me cum until I forget my name."
Something snaps within him then. Sans eagerly crashes his mouth against your lips almost as a way of saying 'thank you'. The air is charging with intense heat surrounding the both of you, sizzling with excitement as the moment takes you hostage. There's no lines to be crossed, there's no boundaries to be made, there's only you and him… and the uncontrollable attraction that has rooted and grown relentlessly from the moment you met.
His fingers lightly move from your jaw towards the wild mess of your hair, and he viciously pulls at the strands as your head is thrown back, exposing the untouched flesh of your neck. You gasp from the way he fiercely handles you, knowing now that he's not willing to hold himself back anymore, and you stifle a deep-throated moan as you feel his mouth brushing over your warm skin. He ventures for the most sensitive part of you, and as he presses the curve of his mouth over the corner connecting your neck to your shoulder, he hears a soft sigh escape past your lips at the feeling. There.
Without mercy, Sans parts his teeth, runs his tongue over your flesh as small crackling shudders set your skin on fire, and as his mouth works to make you as responsive and sensitive as possible, kissing and sucking at your neck like a vampire… suddenly, you gasp as he bites down to claim you. In that instant, a sharp moan bursts from your throat, and your eyes roll back as your vision blurs entirely. You're far gone from that one move alone, until you're ripped back to reality as a sudden panic overrides your senses, and a worrying thought passes through you:
Oh shit… did Papyrus hear me?
Sans must have thought the same thing as he aimlessly reaches his hand to your face, and gently slips his digits past your lips. Your voice is muffled as you close your eyes, catch his fingers between your teeth, and give yourself up to the euphoric sensations of his deep kiss, sucking and biting in slow and deliberate intervals over your neck. That's going to bruise in the morning. A tight curling sensation ignites deep within your abdomen as the idea of Sans marking you in this way fuels your carnal desires. Once again, you're far, far gone.
As Sans has his fill of your neck, he makes to fulfil his promise to you, catches your half-lidded gaze with his before you release his fingers from your lips… and he passes a look your way that describes just how much he wants this all over his expression, before he moves to slowly travel further down your torso.
You swallow a harsh gulp as you attempt to prepare yourself. But you find that you can never maintain full control of yourself when you're completely succumbed to Sans in every way. You can never curb the fast pace of your heartbeat as your excitement grows wild, and you can never wane the intense heat of your blush as perspiration falls in streams over your glowing skin. You'll never be able to take control of yourself again. He has you wrapped around his finger. You don't mind too much.
Sans carefully slips off the counter top, holding your waist as he pulls you forward to the edge, and grasps a hold of the hem of your panties before slowly inching it past your thighs in incredibly slow intervals. The slow pace of this drives you insane. You press your lips into a tight line as you suppress your enthusiasm, and you press them tighter as Sans pulls the remainder of the material from the balls of your feet and flicks them away as if he barely regarded its presence in the first place. You find that you don't feel too self-conscious about how exposed you are now, as it seems Sans brings out the deeply-hidden voyeuristic side of you. It helps that the kitchen is shrouded in near darkness, and the only light emanating from anywhere is the luminescent cyan glow of his tongue as he drags it tenderly over your inner thigh. You shiver at the feeling, and you desperately clasp your index finger between your teeth to keep yourself quiet.
And although you can barely see past the misty sheen of ecstasy blurring your vision, you can make out Sans' expression as he teases his mouth near your entrance. Small trails of liquid melts down your inner thigh, and he takes his time polishing them off with his tongue. You breathe heavily outward, feeling your fluids mix with his as they run down your legs, and you feel it sizzling a path over your heated skin. It makes you sigh. But, before you can close your eyes and lose yourself to the way this feels, you notice how his mouth pouts over you, shaping into an oval as he lovingly presses himself to your thighs. And you swear you can feel your face reach burning temperatures as you realise he's kissing you, softly… and then, passionately.
Your heart swells. You feel like you're his alone as his hands hold your waist in a loose embrace, and you watch his eyes close as he slips away from reality until there's only you in his arms. He brushes his mouth over your flesh, as if your skin is precious glass, and he praises your form as his kiss deepens into a trail of gentle bites, bruising you softly to mark where he's been. Sans is just as far gone as you. The world around you both has dissipated into nothingness, and everything he wants right now is laying in a defeated mess beneath his fingertips. He opens his eyes and looks at you from under his heavy lids, and the burning cyan in his iris flares as bright as his flourishing flush over his face when he catches a glimpse of you… gazing back in anticipation as your legs inch further apart... your moistened lips part as you're too breathless to coerce him… but you know exactly what to say regardless…
"…Sans…"
With his name hanging heavily in the air, in an instant, the piercing gleam in his fiery iris bursts with uncontrollable desire, and he leans closer to you. His hands clasp you from behind as he pulls you even closer, and his mouth disappears into you as he drags the length of his tongue over your entrance. Immediately, a curling thrill churns in your centre, and you feel wild endorphins erupt like firecrackers to your head. He slowly laps his tongue over your sex, exploring the shape of your sensitive skin as you fall deeper into the overpowering euphoric sensations claiming every inch of your body. He digs the blunt ends of his fingertips into your skin, forcing his mouth to press deeper inside you, and it's almost too much to bear. Almost.
Then, he pushes into the most responsive part of you, and an elongated moan bubbles from your throat. Sans notices this in an instant, knowing exactly how the sounds of your pleasure hit all the right notes in him, and he concentrates all of his motions to this new discovery. The red hot surges in your abdomen fiercely call out in response, and builds higher and higher into blissful paradise as you recognise exactly what Sans has found – his tongue swirls over your clit, lapping quicker and quicker as he hungrily devours you as the moans on your breath stretch out, almost as if he's playing you like an instrument. It's becoming nearly impossible now to suppress the sounds you make as you run your fingers over his heated skull, and tenderly hold him to you as you're barely able to shape his name on your gasping breath.
Suddenly, something begins to stir in his movements. You're reminded of his fingers pressing against your injured leg from the shed, and you remember exactly how his magic felt as it sank into your skin from his palms. You recognise this same feeling spreading from the warmth of his mouth, and the desperate grasp of his fingers digging into your skin. And… and then… oh, oh f… f-fuck…
Sans almost stiffens in shock as you let out a loud and garbled moan, and you shudder beneath him in ethereal pleasure. You feel as if you're absorbing his magic, and it flows through your bloodstream in an electrifying surge of ecstasy. It's almost too much to take in at once. You close your eyes and silently call out his name once again. And the sight of your expression twisted in absolute euphoria prompts him to move faster and faster in crazed excitement, until you're shaking all around him. He's on the edge of insanity, savagely devouring you as he's completely consumed with his lust. His tongue laps at your clit, his mouth shapes over it to absorb you intensely, and he stimulates a powerful bout of nerves that sends a staggering shock deep inside your core. Fuck, I can't… I can't take it… I… I ca-ahhh…
Your mind blanks. You can't withhold it any longer. A sudden burst of ecstasy overwhelms your senses, and a liquid warmth wraps over your body as paradise claims you. Sans watches you intently as you give in to the intense climax sending you to a whole new world, and he doesn't stop tasting you as he attempts to prolong your orgasm for as long as it takes. And your grip on his skull tenses as you claw your fingers deep into his bone. He sharply buries his face into you and returns the gesture as he drags his digits over your skin, leaving delicious reddening lines over your flushing skin. You feel your muscles unhinging and relaxing as you cum. Tears threaten to escape your eyes from the sheer intensity of your climax, and your back arches involuntarily against him.
And reluctantly, your high begins to wear away as your blurred vision clears at last. You unfurl your claw from the nape of his neck, and you gently caress your knuckles over the bumps of his spine as you lean forward. You feel the remnants of his perspiration running down his bone, and you smile in satisfaction as your voice comes out in a quiet murmur, filled with gratitude and compassion, but shaken from the comedown,
"Thank you… I c-can't believe I could feel like this… Sans, th-thank you…"
Sans releases you at last, licking at the remaining liquids oozing from your sex, and pulls back with a deeply flushed grin. He wipes away the lingering dribbles over his chin as he bears his toothy smile to you, with a touch of loving tenderness gleaming in his fading blue iris. He hangs his arms loosely around your waist as he leans forward, brushing his mouth past your ears as he cheerfully whispers,
"…you taste so good, kid."
You feel your blush flaring up once again as you bring your arms to drape over his shoulders, and you smile as his comments affects you more than you thought it would. A small jolting shudder forms at your entrance, reminding you that Sans has been there and shot you towards the gates of paradise, and you sigh as you realise only he is able to do this to you. You feel an overwhelming sense of comfort just by leaning against him like this, you feel staggering bouts of happiness take hold of you as the white pinpricks in his eyes shimmer with tenderness, and it prompts you to speak openly as if your true feelings are bursting at the seams.
"I, um… I really feel so much safer being here with you…"
Sans picks up on your inclination, and squares his eyes at you as he anxiously asks,
"Are you sure you're going to be alright being alone for the rest of the night?"
Reluctantly, you shake your head as you slightly hang your head in shame.
"No, I… I don't think I could handle that. As nice as… this was, I still feel a little uneasy about being alone."
"Come sleep with me." Sans says bluntly. Your eyes fly open at the way he worded this, and at the surprising passionate inflection of his voice, and his face burns into an intense shade of blue as he realises exactly how that sounded. As he waves his hands at you in a total flustered state, he gently assures you, "W-wait, I didn't… uh, it's not how it sounds. I mean you can come sleep in my bed. No funny business, I promise. I'll stay with you as long as you need me to be. Alright?"
You smile softly at his offer, and you lightly stroke the back of your fingers over his warm cheekbone in gratitude. You see the slight cyan tinge in his face glow a little brighter at the feel of you, and you nod in joyful compliance.
"Sans… you're too kind to me."
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You enter Sans' bedroom, and it's just as messy as you imagined it would be for a lazy person like him. You lethargically pass him by as he scrambles to pick up his dirty laundry piled in discarded heaps around the floor.
"Sorry about the mess. I don't really have a lot of visitors come in here, so…"
His voice trails away into the air as he drag your feet towards the mattress. The mess goes completely unnoticed as your tired state finally catches up to you, and you collapse face first against the bed and bundle beneath the covers. Sans has to blink twice first before he realises just how exhausted you really are, and simply drops the laundry in one pile as he hovers near you. You look up at him with a guilty smile plastered over your face, and Sans crosses his arms as his eyebrow raises to the ceiling.
"So, are you gonna make any room for me? Or are you casting me out to sleep on the cold, hard ground?"
You flash him a wicked smile as the thought tempts you to tease that idea, but you behave yourself and shuffle back against the wall as you swiftly hold the covers up for him to shamble underneath. You smile even wider as you feel the intense heat emanating from his form immediately as he shuffles inside, and you don't shy away from him as you move closer to his skeleton with your hands gently pressing against his torso. You feel him stiffen against you, as you realise he's surprised by your constant straight-forwardness, but he quickly gives in as he slips his callous hands over your waist and holds you close.
You had no idea that this simple gesture would provide so much comfort to you. You slowly realise that it's Sans, and Sans alone who could make you feel this secure. You nuzzle your head beneath his jaw, softly grazing your steady breath over his shoulder blade as his form heats up all the more from the feel of you. It takes a moment to let the moment truly settle in, and the silent air folds over you as the excitement from earlier sizzles and fades away. Instead, it's replaced by something completely different. And once again, your overwhelming emotions urges you to be honest with him as your voice comes out as a muted whisper,
"This is exactly what I need right now. Sans, I… I can't tell you how much this really means to me. Words can't do it justice." You exhale slowly, content in his arms, and you close your eyes as you feel as if you belong there, "This is all I want. I don't care about anything else. I don't care that I'm a human and you're… not. I don't care about what I am, I don't care about what my expectations are, I don't care about my future or my past… I don't care about any of it. I just… I care about you. I just want to stay here, with you…"
Sans remains silent for a moment, blankly staring into the darkness as his fingers twitch over your waist. You can feel his internal battle flaring within him again, and you hate that you're causing him so much conflict and suffering. You tighten your hold on him, silently wishing that you could do more to help him, but your eyes fly open as you suddenly feel his gentle hands smoothing over your hair, softly stroking you in tender caresses as his voice hardens with sincerity,
"I'll protect you. Human or not, it's irrelevant. Whatever happens, I'll make sure to keep you safe."
You almost choke on your emotion as it bubbles in your throat. That means so much to me. And you can't stop yourself from speaking honestly now.
"Sans… I'm so afraid…"
He continues to stroke your hair as he notices your voice wavering.
"What're you afraid of?"
"I'm afraid of myself." You tell him as you desperately fight back the emotion threatening to escape into liquid in the corner of your eyes, "When I'm with you, all my fears go away. But when I'm alone… I'm so afraid all the time. I'm afraid of what I might be capable of. I'm afraid that I might hurt someone. I don't know who I am, or what I am, and this constant state of uncertainty is like torture. My dreams are terrifying, and I'm afraid of what goes on in my own head. I don't… I don't know, I just… I'm just so afraid all the time…"
"I'm not afraid of you." Sans tells you without an ounce of hesitation.
You lean back to look up at him with wide eyes, and your watery eyes capture his warm gaze. You're confused for the moment, as you've always known that your presence must be terrifying to be around. You're not like these monsters, you're something completely unknown and dangerous to everyone and everything in the underground. How can you not be afraid of me?
Then, as he keeps you locked in his confident gaze, you're stunned into silence as he finally admits,
"I've changed my mind about you. I know now… you're no threat. You're a person. You're just as confused and flawed as the rest of us. Just like me. You're nothing to be afraid of. You're just… human."
With that said, you feel your heart lift higher in your chest. This is the first time you've been assured that you're not dangerous, by anyone. Sans, the first monster you've met with hostility, has finally assured you that you're anything but. And this fact fills you with a large sense of overwhelming relief. It feels as if a hefty weight has finally been lifted away from your shoulders. Your face glows with a deepening blush as you find yourself staring in awe at the skeleton man. And he only grins back with his usual carefree smile that you've grown so accustomed to. His smile is like the feeling you get when you return home after a long journey. His arms are the home you've made for yourself. And right here, right now, there's nowhere else you'd rather be.
You pull yourself closer to his chest. That thick tension from earlier dissipates into something gentle, something less raw, and something more comforting and calm. Your heartbeat races just as much, but you feel good in a whole new way. And as you give in to the ease of his hands combing through your hair, his body caging around you in a protective embrace… you begin to realise the feeling swelling so intensely in your heart…
…as love.
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Chapter Eight End. Chapter Nine on the way…
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