CHAPTER NINE

After they'd finished eating, Frisk turned slightly to lean back against him. He put his arm around her shoulders and hugged her lightly.

"D'you want that dance now, or should we wait?"

The music was pulsing through the place, lights flashing around the dance floor for those that wanted to take advantage of the hip-hop beat.

Frisk looked up at him and scrunched her nose. "Probably wait. I don't think these heels are suited for this kind of dancing.

He nodded. "You could take them off."

"Yeah, but I can't dance like that anyway."

He smiled at her and pressed his teeth to her forehead. "Dammit; I was really hoping I'd get to see you do some breakdancing tonight."

She snorted. "In this dress?"

"Yeah, maybe not. That skirt's a bit short for that. Maybe we should wait for a slower song."

She nodded and rested her head against his chest. "Agreed."

While they waited, they talked about their plans for the week ahead. Frisk had some business she needed to finish at work before the following weekend that she was a little stressed about. Sans had to find some extra time to help his dad out with something at the lab.

"Lab?" She was nearly desperate to know what kind of work they did in a lab. She knew he wouldn't tell her about that, but maybe she could get other information. "What's your dad's name?"

He hesitated for a few minutes, shifting his weight before he answered.

"Gaster."

She nodded and moved back enough to look at him again. "Why don't you want me to know about him?"

He looked down at the table for a minute before he took in a deep breath.

"It's not that I don't want you to know about him. It really would be a lot easier for me if I could just introduce you two and not have to keep anymore secrets. What I can tell you is that my dad is a genius. I'm his assistant sometimes; I help around in the lab when he needs me. I can't tell you a lot about his work, okay? He's not doing anything bad, he just doesn't like humans to know about it. I can tell you that he helps monsters a great deal. He's not the freak you'll read about if you search him up."

She nodded. "Why would I search him up?"

"Because you're curious and you'd find a lot of results. I mean, don't do it. Please? Just trust me that he's a good guy." He met her eyes pleadingly.

"I won't do that, Sans. I do trust you."

"Promise?"

She hugged his chest. "I promise."

He squeezed her back. "Thank you."

He pulled away from her and started to get up. It took her a second to understand why. He held out his hand.

"May I have this dance?" he asked.

She grinned and put her hand in his. "I'd love that."

He pulled her up to him and led the way to the dance floor. The song playing still had a beat, but it managed to be slow enough to allow for couples to hold each other close.

Frisk shivered with delight when he pulled her close. The warmth of his fingers on her back filled her with happiness. She put both of her hands on his shoulders and stepped just a little closer. He smiled at her as they began to sway to the beat.

She had never been a very good dancer. She at least managed to keep from stepping on his toes, but she could already tell he was much better than she was.

"You're trying too hard," he said softly. "Just relax and follow my lead."

So he'd noticed. She blushed and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry. I haven't been dancing in years."

He smiled and pulled her close enough to feel her against his chest. "Don't apologize. Just have fun."

She nodded and took a deep breath as she tried to let her muscles loosen up. She could do this.

Once she'd let go a little she realized that he was holding out on her. He began to loosen up himself and move a little more fluidly. By the end of the song, she was certain he'd taken dance lessons at some point in his life. She decided to ask him about it.

He laughed as he led her back to the table. "No, I'm just that good."

She gave him a skeptical stare. "No you're not."

His brow bones rose. "What, just because I'm all bones means I can't be a naturally good dancer?"

"That's not what I meant. You might be all bones, but that means you're also all joints and those joints can move."

He huffed a laugh and smiled softly. "You ain't seen nothin' yet." He winked at her.

A light pink graced her cheeks. Of course her mind had to take her there. "What do you mean?" she asked, her throat a bit dry.

Blue brushed his cheekbones at the look on her face. "Uh…just that I, um…" he cleared his throat and ate a fry. "I like to dance, and I may have taught myself a thing or two by using Paps as my guinea pig partner." He shrugged like that was no big deal.

Frisk leaned into him and hugged his arm. "That is a sight to imagine. How did you manage to lead someone two feet taller than you?"

Sans smiled down at her. "He wasn't always taller than me."

She realized that he must have taught himself a while ago. She nuzzled her face against his shoulder bone and pulled back.

"Well, it worked. Can we go dance again?"

The song playing wasn't slow by any means. Sans grinned and got up, held a hand out for her, and led her back to the dance floor.

~LM~

Frisk's feet had never hurt so badly in all her life as they finally made their way up the steps to her apartment.

"I may never walk again," she complained.

Sans had offered to carry her, but she wouldn't let him. As much as she really wanted to know what that felt like, she was worried about being too heavy for him.

"Next time don't wear two-inch heels," he said.

She glowered at him. "Next time tell me if we're going dancing."

He shrugged. "We didn't have to dance that much. You asked for it."

Once the door was unlocked, she turned back to him. "Do you want to stay for a minute?"

The question was out before she realized what she'd said. Her whole face turned red. "I mean…not for…I just thought." Oh, hell.

Sans touched her cheek. "I'd love to stay for a minute." He leaned in and kissed her. "No motives here, okay? I just don't wanna say goodbye yet."

His words soothed her, and she nodded before turning to let them both in. Once inside, she took off her shoes and set them aside. She groaned as she sat on the couch and crossed her right foot over her left knee to rub it.

Sans sat next to her and gently pulled her foot. "Come here. Let me do that."

She scrunched her nose. "You don't want to touch my gross, sweaty feet."

He smirked. "I've already accepted that you leak in weird ways, remember? Come on; I'm rubbing your feet."

She shrugged and turned so she could put her feet in his lap and lay back against the arm of the couch. She hummed with bliss as his fingers smoothly massaged her aches away.

He couldn't help but look her over, starting from her feet in his lap and slowly letting his eyes graze up her legs. Her skirt had ridden up a little and he realized with they way her legs were parted, he could see her panties if he let himself look. He moved his eyes up, refusing to do that to her. Her dress hugged her form, and his eyes followed the smooth curve of her sides up to the swell of her breasts. Her arms were up, folded under head. Her eyes were closed, and her lips pulled up in a tiny smile.

"Feel good?" he asked as he continue massaging.

Frisk nodded. "Yes, that feels amazing."

After a few minutes, Sans let his left hand graze gently up her right leg to her knee, then back down. She opened her eyes and looked at him with a soft gaze. He figured he wasn't in trouble if she didn't say anything, so he did it again, massaging her leg this time. Her smiled widened. He did it again, but with the other leg.

"I kinda figured your legs might be sore, too."

"You were right."

He smiled smugly. "Of course I was."

She stuck her tongue out at him and smiled when he seemed at a loss for words.

Sans thought for a second before an idea came to him. His he started to build something with his magic.

Frisk was a little surprised to see his eye glowing, but then he opened his mouth and stuck out a blue tongue. She snorted. The fire went out and he continued to rub her feet.

She sucked in a yawn. "I'm tired."

He nodded. "Just relax."

They sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes as Sans thought about their night. It had turned out even better than he had hoped for. She insisted that she didn't know how to dance, but the way she shook her ass on the dance floor told him otherwise. He had caught others looking at her as well but had refrained from getting possessive. He just felt prouder to call her his girlfriend.

A soft noise caught his attention and he looked over at her. He smiled; she was asleep, snoring quietly. He figured he probably should have left when she said she was tired, but he just couldn't say goodbye yet. He wanted to spend every waking moment with her.

With a sigh, he gently moved her feet off him so he could stand up. He contemplated just leaving, but he couldn't. He gently scooped her up and carried her back to her bedroom. As he laid her down on her bed, she squirmed and opened her eyes.

"Sans?" Frisk wasn't sure what was going on, but all of a sudden, she was in her bed with Sans' face right in front of hers. Without thinking, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

The action caught him off guard, and he lost his balance and fell down all but on top of her. He told himself he should stop this in its tracks. He really should get home. Papyrus would worry. She was tired. It had only been their first date.

All of the excuses he thought of weren't good enough to get him to pull away. Instead, he pulled her close to him and kissed her back. He couldn't get enough of the feel of her body close to him, the way her fingers gripped the back of his shirt, and the eager push of her lips against his teeth.

Frisk was caught up in the smell and feel of him. She'd wanted him in her bed for months and now that they were here she couldn't bring herself to move slowly. She opened her mouth and licked him, pulling back when he stiffened.

"Is that okay?" she asked, meeting the lights in his eye sockets.

Sans swallowed thickly. He wasn't sure how to answer that. It was absolutely okay, but he hadn't expected anything like this until a few dates into their relationship.

"I, um…" He so wanted to continue, but what if she regretted something? He tried to reason that a kiss wouldn't hurt anything, but he knew better. Kisses like this would lead to wandering hands, which would either lead to undressing or an angry Frisk. His soul tugged at him to continue, already heated with lust.

Frisk smiled softly. "It's okay if you don't want that right now." She let her fingers loosen on his shirt and smoothed it down softly. As much as she wanted to continue and never, ever stop, she couldn't bear the thought of his discomfort.

"It's not that, Frisk." He kissed her gently. "I want that right now, but I'm…nervous."

She nodded slightly. "That's okay. What are you nervous about?" She brought a hand up to gently caress the back of his skull.

Sans shivered as her fingertips caused another wave of desire to wash over him. "Going too far."

She lifted her head to kiss him lightly. "There's no such thing as too far, Sans. I love you, and I really want to be with you." She kissed him again.

His breath came out in a shudder. "I love you, too. I really do, and that's why I can't let this happen tonight. I'm sorry. Call me old school or whatever, but this is too fast."

He forced himself to pull back and sat on the edge of her bed. He hung his head down and took several breaths to calm down.

Frisk sat up beside him and kissed his shoulder. "Please don't apologize. This doesn't need to be rushed."

He sat up a little and pressed his teeth to her forehead. "Thank you."

She rested her head on him. "Of course."

He put his left arm around her and hugged her lightly. He took her hand with his right one and just held on.

They sat in comfortable silence for a few moments as Frisk watched his bony fingers delicately entwine with hers. She didn't want him to leave. She tilted her head slightly to look up at him.

"Will you stay with me tonight?" she asked softly.

He looked down into her eyes and thought for a moment. He knew she wasn't asking to continue what they'd been doing a few moments ago. He really didn't want to leave her. He pressed his mouth to hers.

"Yeah."

"You can borrow a pair of pants if you want. They should probably fit you."

He got up to call his brother and let him know he wouldn't be home that night. As he did, Frisk went through her drawers and found a long t-shirt and a pair of cotton pajama bottoms for him. He nodded silently and took them from her. She was intrigued by the light blue that brightened his cheekbones.

He didn't have anything to say to his brother's teasing, so instead of defending himself he just listened until Papyrus realized he wasn't getting a rise out of Sans. He took the phone with him to bathroom to change. By the time he'd returned, she'd changed as well and had taken her hair out of the bun.

"What was that about?" Frisk asked when Sans climbed into bed next to her. His cheekbones were still tinged blue.

Sans cleared his throat. "My brother being a bonehead."

She giggled as she snuggled up to him. "You're both kind of boneheads, you know." She lightly grazed her fingers over the back of his skull.

He smiled at her. "Yeah, but he's being the dumb kind." He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her gently.

"G'night, Sans." She nuzzled into his chest.

"Goodnight, Frisk."

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I'd love to know your thoughts!