For the LOVE

Chapter 4: When it speaks, you listen

[3am]

Sans had watched her fall asleep on the other side of the couch. Her breathing had evened out, and he released the breath he hadn't realized he had been holding. The house was as dark as it could get with the storm still raging outside so he brought his hands to his chest and slowly pulled forward his soul and held it lightly in the palm of his left hand. He took a quick glance at her sleeping form in the dim blue glow of his soul and with a flick of his wrist he was able to see the small "heartstrings" connecting him to his family and friends. They came like thick wires from the center of the heart shaped glow, each with their own tint, and he slowly inspected each one. He grabbed a thick orange sting with his right thumb and forefinger, giving it a little tug to let his brother know he was ok. Twisting his wrist he ran his fingers through them, never touching them, stopping when he came to a thin black one and a gold one. He knew without touching that the black one was for his father, long lost to the void and insanity. The gold one though….

He tilted his wrist towards Lauren and watched as it grew to attach to her chest. It was still very thin and fragile but he knew the rumors of gold heartstrings.

With another flick of his wrist, his soul disappeared back into his chest cavity and hopped over the back of the couch. He should try to sleep in his bed, the gang would want him at brunch the next morning, but with her on the couch he knew that was impossible.

He walked around the front of the couch, the constant lightning making it easy to maneuver, and knelt down by her head. Her features had tightened, and there was an almost constant twitching in her neck as if she was fighting in her dream.

'even if she doesn't remember anything, it's still there in the dark parts of her mind…' he thought as he laid his left hand on her cheek.

"Sans…." She whispered from her slumber.

He wanted to let her know he was there, that he was with her, that he would always be with her now but the name… the name she was going by was the wrong one. He had seen her flinch every time someone had called her by it. He had seen heard Liz call her 'Sis' when she left, and how even during the dinner she had been called 'Miss' instead of her name.

He didn't dare give his hope breath; instead he leaned his forehead to her temple and closed his eyes as if he was praying.

[Dream World]

I never could see anything in the nightmares, but all my other senses seemed to make up for that. The taste of chalk dust on my tongue, the blossoming pain from wounds I could not see, the sounds of screams in my ears, and the breaking of my own heart each time I heard them. No matter how I fell asleep, added by sleeping pills or alcohol, it was always the same unless I had turned on my music before I fell asleep.

Even in my sleep I could feel someone touch me.

'Sans…' I thought.

With that I felt the dream shift. No longer was I surrounded in darkness but I could see and what I saw made my heart quicken for a different reason.

Above me, suspended in the nothingness was Sans. Slowly, I watched, he opened his eyes and felt around in the darkness. We were a little more than an arm's length apart but when Sans caught sight of me he stretched his hand out toward me. It took all of my power to reach for him, like I was fighting time itself, but when I finally took his hand we held fast and he seemed to pull me toward him. I noticed he still has his white undershirt on but his black track pants had been exchanged for a pair of white linen pants and he was without his hoodie or socks. As I farther in and he wrapped his hands around my back, I stole a glance at myself and saw a gauzy white dress floating in the nothing.

It was as if we were floating in the deepest depths of the oceans. There were no sounds, no light but we could see each other just fine. We didn't speak, just held on to each other, floating, until the warmth spread from under my breastbone to the top of my chest.

Sans' chest was lit in blue as I pulled from the hug to look at his face. We kept our hands anchored to the other's hips and pressed our foreheads together as we drifted.

Suddenly gravity seemed to turn back on and when I blinked we were in a small bedroom. The walls were white and bare of any decorations but as I turned my head I could see a desk covered in paperwork and books and a pile of clothes in the corner of the room. I could feel a mattress under my body and when I looked back at Sans, his brow bone was furrowed in confusion.

Without the pressure of the darkness against me, I easily placed my hands on his cheeks.

"Hello," I murmured.

"hi…" he blushed. He was laying on top of me, his knees on the top of the dress as he tried to keep his weight between them and his hands on either side of my hips. Slowly I pulled his head towards me forcing him to lay fully on me as I kissed the tip of his nasal cavity.

If this was my dream, the first I had had in memory, I would get what I wanted most.

I pulled him farther above me, forcing his hands on either side of my chest and leaned up to kiss his teeth. I could feel the sparks of his magic jump to my lips as I angled his head to my right and wrapped my hands around his shoulders, kissing him the entire time.

With every kiss the sparks jumped to me and he seemed to relax until he wrapped his hands beneath my shoulders, his weight on his forearms and down my body.

I could feel him pushing back with the kiss and feeling bold, I opened my mouth on the next one. He felt the shift and I could feel his tongue graze the tip of mine. I hadn't expected the rush of magic so when I opened my eyes and saw his blue tongue peeking out from below a rather sharp looking canine, I blushed.

Before he could say anything I pulled him back down to me and opened my mouth again.

This time, he pulled away first.

"what the hell is that?" he said, rubbing his tongue over his teeth.

I stuck my tongue out at him, just the tip to tease, but he quickly caught it and forced me to open my mouth. He blushed as he released my tongue, blinking rapidly in bewilderment.

"You've never kissed anyone with a tongue ring before?" I teased.

"no… does it hurt?" he asked, concerned.

I smiled softly. "At first it did, but now I'm so used to it. Plus it has other uses when you're in a bedroom…" I caught the ball of the barbell in my teeth before pulling it back in with my tongue.

It was like lighting a fire with gasoline. His face changed in one heart beat from concerned to hungry. His eyes became half lidded and he began to spread his knees, forcing my thighs to the top of his own, dragging the dress upward.

He was back on my mouth in an instant; the tease had set him off exactly as I had planned.

I had kept my eyes closed as we kissed but I could feel him moving above me. His hands were grazing my knees dragging my dress up my thighs, stopping only when he reached the end of my panties. He moved closer as he placed his left hand back under my shoulder but his right took a detour to roll my left nipple between his bony digits.

I moaned into our kiss as he squeezed my breast under the fabric and I began to feel him stiffen between my legs.

"Sans…" I moaned. I broke the kiss to breathe but his hand started to trail down my side and I could see him smirking with his one eye glowing.

Quickly he sat back on his shins and rescued me from the shrinking dress. I was panting when I finally lay back on the bed, bare except for a pair of black lacy panties. When I sat up to look at Sans, it wasn't the underwear he was focused on, but my left hip.

He was tracing the lines of the skull and crossbones that I had gotten inked into me almost four years ago. I realized, with a bit of embarrassment, that I had also made the artist tattoo a fiery, blue left eye.

He looked at me with said eyes as he covered the art with his right palm and squeezed.

I smiled at him again. The frantic, hungry fire seemed to have been extinguished from both of us, replaced by a warm burning in our chests as we locked eyes.

He leaned back to me and placed his forehead on mine as his right hand continued to squeeze and rub my hip.

I brought my hands up as I laid back down and dragged the hem of his shirt up until I hit his bottom most ribs. This time he groaned and hung his head on my shoulder as I followed every vertebra to the back of his neck. I could feel him shudder as the heat of me pushed against his member trapped in his pants.

I was feeling daring again so I rocked my hips into his, causing us both to gasp.

He pulled away for a second, ripping off his shirt and tossing it toward the pile in the corner. He didn't come back right away, instead he leaned over my hips and stripped me of the last clothing barrier I had. I preferred to keep a small strip of hair between my legs and as he leaned over me I could feel him lightly caress the patch before teasing his fingers around my entrance.

I figured two could play that game and I grabbed his hips and pushed my fingers into his waistband, wrapping one hand around his rod.

I f his eye could roll back in his head it would have. He pulled his pants the rest of the way off and sat on his shin bones with his jaw hanging open and his head back.

There was a drop of moisture on the tip and I bent forward to lick it off.

His taste was heady and soon I replaced my hand with my mouth, putting my aforementioned tongue ring to work, swirling beneath the head and stretching my tongue down to his base.

I could feel Sans thread his fingers into my hair as I continued my ministrations. He began to pant after a few minutes and a blue flush had spread across his face.

Very carefully he removed me from his penis, laying me back down below him. I could feel his tip nudging me as he pleaded with his eye.

I nodded softly as he slowly pushed his way inside. I could feel myself stretch to receive him as he slowly thrusted, inch by inch until he was fully seated inside.

We stayed like that for a few minutes, staring into each other's eyes, silent questions and silent answers being exchanged.

I was the first to break, arching my back, forcing him against my clit. My breasts pressed against his ribcage a light friction sending shivers down my spine. I placed my arms under his to grab his shoulder blades as I laid back down.

He took the hint and began rocking, forward and back, our foreheads pressed together as a coiling began deep in my belly. I met him thrust for thrust, the coiling turning into a burn that seemed to spread to my entire body.

He pulled my head closer to his, opening me for a kiss as the first waves of pleasure crashed over me. Neither of us could stop our moans as we both found our release in the slow love-making.

I was still having aftershocks when I felt him pull back from inside me. We were both still panting and I could see that sweat had beaded on his skull when he moved to lay beside me.

I didn't want the dream to end but I could feel the exhaustion pulling me back to the darkness. I forced my eyes open one for time to see Sans with the most tender look on his face, his smile soft and his hand reaching for my face.

'Please…' I thought. 'Please…. Please…. Don't let me go….'

[7am]

Sans jolted awake from his position on the floor. He must have fallen asleep while he had been kneeling by Lauren's head and fallen over. Shaking his head as he sat up, he thought back to the awesome dream he had had.

'i wonder where i came up with the idea for that tattoo… or that piercing…' he thought as he stood up. He stole a glance at Lauren still asleep on the couch and blushed.

Checking the clock on the wall, he figured he still had a few minutes to catch a shower and change before Pap came to pick him up for brunch. Leaving her asleep on the couch he marched up the stairs and replayed the dream in his head.

[7:05 am]

"SANS! SAAAAANS!"

"SANS! WHY IS THERE A HUMAN ON THE COUCH? SANS!"

My eyes flew open at Papayrus' voice as it pulled me from sleep. Inches from my face was the taller skelton, head cocked, with his hands on his hips.

"::JESUS CHRIST ON A CRACKER::" I yelled as I pushed Papyrus' face out of mine and flung myself against the corner of the couch.

"what is it pap?" Sans yelled from the top of the stairs.

"WELL, I HAD COME TO GET YOU FOR OUR WEEKLY BRUNCH AND NOTICED A HUMAN ON YOUR COUCH. NOW I REALIZE IT IS 'THE' HUMAN FROM LAST WEEK! HUMAN! I DIDN'T KNOW YOU COULD SPEAK WINGDINGS, THOUGH I HAVE NEVER HEARD IT USED THAT WAY! THAT IS AMAZING!" Papayrus stood in front of the couch, his body angled toward me as he smiled.

Last time I had seen him he had been wearing a suit of armor on his chest with an orange scarf and some kind of blue speedo on his hips but today he had a white button-down shirt with black leather gloves on his hands, an orange tie, black suspenders attached to black dress slacks, and a pair of black dress shoes.

"SANS, YOU DIDN'T TELL ME THAT THE HUMAN KNEW WINGDINGS!" he turned towards his brother, hands still on his hips.

"well, she is a humdinger of a human pap," said Sans as he came down the stairs.

"SANS, YOU HAVEN'T SAID A PUN IN ALMOST TEN YEARS!" Papyrus beamed as he turned toward the stairs.

"well, I wasn't feeling very PUNny for a while…." Sans chuckled.

"You mean it's not just some language that I made up?" I raised an eyebrow at Sans as he came to the front of the couch to stand by his brother.

"NO HUMAN! IT IS A SPECIAL LANGUAGE THAT I THOUGHT ONLY SANS AND I KNEW. WELL, WE WILL HAVE TO DISCUSS THIS LATER. WILL YOU BE COMING WITH US TODAY HUMAN?" Papyrus held his hand out toward me.

"I would love brunch Papyrus, but is there a way I can grab a quick shower? I believe rats have decided to make my hair into a nest," I smiled up to him as I touched the top of my head.

"I BELIEVE YOU ARE CORRECT HUMAN AND I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WILL NOT BE KNOWN FOR KEEPING A LADY FROM HER BEST. METTATON WOULD NEVER FORGIVE ME!" He gestured up the stairs. "PLEASE, USE THE SHOWER AS I COLLECT METTATON FROM THE CAR!" He leaped toward the door, his scarf trailing behind him.

Sans chuckled at his brother's antics and sat back down on the couch.

"did you sleep ok?" sans asked.

I blushed as I remembered the great dream I had had. "Yeah. I actually slept. Well," I jumped up from the couch and collected my bag. "The shower awaits!" I ran up the stairs to the first door at the top of the stairs and closed the door behind me.

The shower was clean despite the overflowing hamper in the corner and I made use of all the utilities. There was a slight feel of heat to the shower. Sans must have taken one before me. At that thought, the image of Sans in the shower popped into my head and I shook it away. I didn't have time to day dream in the shower.

The water was hot, just like I liked it, and I was able to wash out all the knots and hairspray from my hair and scrubbed my face of the remainder of my makeup.

I hadn't grabbed a clean towel so I grabbed the one on the back door. The scent of Sans' cologne drifted into my nose as I dried off and I couldn't help but breathe in the intoxicating scent mixed with the steam form the shower. Flashes of the dream played behind my eyes as I tried to concentrate on dressing for the day.

I had assumed I would be home so I had only packed some underwear, a pair of black yoga pants and tank top, no bra. I dressed and fixed my hair, deciding to just brush it out and put on a black beaning I had packed at the bottom of the bag.

As I exited the bathroom I spotted Sans coming out of his room the next door down.

"You wouldn't happen to have a spare hoodie would you?" I asked as walked, barefoot to his door.

"s-sure…" he mumbled as he gestured me to follow him back into the room.

I walked into the room, an almost carbon copy of my dream room.

It took a second for me to realize he had suggested I sit on the bed as he looked in his closet. I sat on the full-sized bed, devoid of sheets and tried to slow my breathing. It wouldn't do to have a panic attack in his bedroom and try to explain myself.

He came back from the closet, a carbon copy of his own hoodie in black in his hand.

"here. pap had gotten me this a couple of years ago to try and update my wardrobe... i've never worn it," he held the jacket out as he blushed and kept his head down.

As I took the hoodie, my hand brushed his and I could feel his magic jump to my fingers. I know it had been a dream but as I put the hoodie on, I made a decision.

"Thank you," I said as I stood and kissed him on the cheek.

The blush covered his entire face and the lights went out in his eyes as I left the room.

No matter what happened for the rest of the day, I was on cloud nine.

[At Grillby's]

Sans still hadn't caught his breath as they sat together at the table. She had come out of the bathroom and he had been able to see her breasts swinging freely in the black tank top that had hugged her upper body. Taking her into his room had probably been a bad idea as she had stood in shock of the mess but he hadn't wanted her to be downstairs with Metta. He would never have heard the end of it.

When they had come downstairs, Mettaton had gotten on her about her 'hobo attire' but Lauren had brushed him off.

"I'm comfortable and after the night we had, I want comfy." She had slipped on her little flats and walked right out the door. When she had realized they were going to get in a car she had stalled but he had been able to step in and suggest they would meet the couple at Grillby's. Mettaton had said it was their loss and they had driven off.

He had opened a quick dimension door to the restaurant's back door and she had willingly taken his hand as they walked through. When she had hugged him for understanding, he had felt those breasts against his chest, and the dream came back to his mind.

If she continued touching him, he would have a fucking heart attack or overload on magic. He didn't know which was worse.

Asgore and Toriel were the last to arrive this time, both looking a little worse for wear. It wasn't until Asgore sat in his chair and the sound of a deflating whoopee cushion, that he broke out of his spiral. The entire restaurant had gone quiet as Asgore pulled the cushion out from under him, holding it next to his head and looking questioning at Sans.

"you look a little DEFLATED there, your majesty…" he said leaning forward and placing his skull on his palm.

With that, the entire restaurant burst into laughter. He could even swear he heard Grillby chuckle from behind the bar.

"THAT'S THE SECOND JOKE YOU'VE MADE TODAY SANS!" Papyrus laughed as he wiped tears from his eyes. "I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT BUT I AM GLAD YOU ARE BACK TO YOUR OLD SELF! I LIKE TO THINK IT WAS BECAUSE I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, HELPED BUT I WONDER… WAS IT YOU HUMAN?" He turned toward Lauren who had been hiding her smile behind her hands.

"It wasn't me!" she giggled.

'oh, you keep thinking that…' Sans thought.

"What did happen last night Asgore?" Undyne piped up from beside the king.

The king sighed and placed a hand on his wife's.

"the dinner went well enough…" Sans said.

"Yes, Lauren was able to make some connections and solidified some of our relations overseas. Her and Sans even danced for the attendees," Asgore gestured at the our end of the table.

"YOU CAN DANCE BRO?" Papyrus swung his head to look at his brother.

"i've been known to shake a LEG or two before pap," He smiled as he rattled his legs under the table.

"OH! YOU!" Papyrus laughed.

"W-wait! You didn't happen to see what happened on the main road, d-did you?" Alphys asked.

"~What happened on the main road last night?~" Mettaton inquired.

"Oh! T-There was a big accident! The human news was talking all about it! Some man had made a limo flip over," Alphys looked at the robot raptly.

Undyne spit the water she had been drinking into the air and looked at Alphys.

"A LIMO?! Wait! Was that YOUR LIMO?!" Undyne's head swiveled to look at the king as he nodded.

"Yes…" He squeezed Toriel's hand and looked at Undyne's shocked face. "Our driver's life was taken by a man with a rifle. The police believe he had been waiting for us and wanted to attack when we drove by but they had set up a barricade forcing us to attempt to turn around. As Henry had been turning, the coward shot him," Asgore seemed angrier with every word but he took a breath to calm himself. "Lauren was able to pull me out of the wreck before any of it could catch fire and we all walked away unscathed."

Sans shot Lauren a look and shook his head when it looked like she would speak. They would talk about his leg and the healing later, along with everything else he had started to discover about the young woman.

"Next time, I come with you…" Undyne growled.

"Understood," Asgore said and the rest of the group seemed to sit back in their chairs.

"Well, I am glad you are all ok, and now, I believe it is time for us to order!" Toriel announced.

As Grillby came by to take their orders, Sans glanced at Lauren. She ordered her waffle and a hot tea and glanced at her phone.

"Gotta take this, I'll be right back," as she stood and walked out the back door.

[Outside Grillby's]

"Hey Liz! What's up?" I said as I closed the door behind me.

"Hey, where are you?" I could hear the distress in Liz's voice and the sound of her car in the background.

"I'm at Grillby's with some friends. What's wrong?" I asked worried.

"I'll be there in a minute. Meet me outside?" She sighed in relief.

"Already out here. I'll see you when you pull in," I hung up and waited for her red Jeep to pull into the parking lot.

She pulled in not a minute later and hopped out of the car, trudging over to me.

"What happened?" I sighed as I pulled her in for a hug.

"It was horrible!" she cried into my shoulder. "He took me to this crappy bar and hit on another girl all night! I actually went home afterwards and just watched some Sherlock to feel better but I don't!"

Liz had been looking for love for the last few years. She had tried online dating but every time she seemed to find a decent guy, he turned out to be a huge creep or douchebag.

"Well, I know just the cure for a wounded heart. Come inside and share my waffle with me," I guided her through the back door by her shoulders.

"Can I have French toast?" she mumbled wiping her eyes on the sleeves of her cardigan.

"I'll tell Grillby to get you some French toast…" I smiled.

I led her towards the table, her head on my shoulder the whole time.

"Hey everyone, we have an extra for brunch this morning. Can we drag another chair over?" I announced. Papyrus jumped from his seat and placed another chair next to mine, in between Sans and I. Liz sat in my chair, favoring Alphys instead. I sat back down as Grillby came by with a mug full of tea.

"Grillby could we get an order of French toast for my friend?" I patted Liz on head as she leaned on my left shoulder.

He bowed low before heading back towards the bar.

"~Oh dear! What happened?~" Mettaton cooed.

"Boy troubles…" I muttered.

"~Well, I would let you borrow mine but I'm afraid I like him too much to share!~" Mettaton giggled.

Liz laughed as Grillby placed a fresh glass of water in front of her.

"Thank you!" she smiled at him.

Grillby seemed to burn blue in the face for a second and bowed before leaving us again.

"I d-don't think I've ever seen Grillby blush before Liz!" Alphys giggled from behind her hands. "It was SO CUTE!"

"Really? Hey, wait… How did you know my name?" Liz asked.

"Oh! Well… Um… I've seen all of Lauren's videos on YouTube and I know you're her best friend, sister, thing and um…." Alphys blushed.

"OH! You must be Undyne's girlfriend! It's nice to meet you!" Liz smiled.

Introductions were made for the rest of the group and I settled in my chair. It felt like all the pieces of my life had finally begun to fit together. I stole a glance at Sans as he cracked a joke.

We would talk later. Right now, I was just going to enjoy the feeling of finally being home.