A/N: Warning! Things get a bit FRISKY in this chapter. Nothing super graphic yet, but y'know...making up can be sexy. Enjoy!
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Frisk sat down on the couch and quietly thought about what she'd learned that night. The couch depressed slightly beside her. She leaned into Sans and felt a little better when he pulled her in close.
"I'm really sorry, Sans," she finally whispered. "I'm sorry I was such an idiot." She turned into him a little more and buried her face in the fabric of his jacket. "I love you."
Sans took a deep breath and kissed her head. "I love you, too."
"Can you forgive me?" She peeked up at him, nervous about what his answer might be.
"What changed your mind?" he asked. "You were afraid, and then all of a sudden you weren't. What happened?"
Frisk sat up and ran a hand through her hair. "The thought of him going through all of that pain…You're so good, Sans. I mean, you're funny and smart and a ray of sunlight in the lives of everyone lucky enough to know you. Your brother's so kind and helpful, too. Neither of you would be that way if your dad…if he did the things I read about. I can't imagine you two being who you are if your dad went on a revenge kick, either." She shook her head. "I guess the hard evidence I had finally clicked into place and overrode all that nasty shit."
Sans smiled and took her hand. "That's what I was hoping to hear. You know me, Frisk. There's a reason I kept you two separated. Maybe I should have introduced you earlier, but I can't go back. I'm not ashamed of my reasons, though." He lifted her hand and kissed the back of it. "But you proved to me tonight that you are over it. I've never seen him so flustered before, either. That was pretty funny."
"What did I say that made him do that?"
"That you care about him. He can accept that Papyrus and I love him because we're his family. In his mind, it's just not logical for anyone else to have a reason to care about him. It doesn't bother him; it's just how it is for him."
"That's sad." Frisk tightened her fingers around Sans'. "Your other friends care about him, don't they?"
Sans nodded. "Yeah, but Dad doesn't see it that way. They're monsters and they're my friends, so they're okay. You're human; according to him, humans aren't capable of caring for monsters. First, he has this scary-logical mind. Almost everything is black and white to him. Second, the only humans he's spent any real length of time with since…y'know…are other scientists who also have this logical mind. They want to understand everything about the world around them, which I get, but then they act like he's an idiot when he's had his degrees decades longer than some of them have even been alive. It's frustrating."
"Were you worried that I would doubt his ability to be a real scientist?" she asked, looking up to meet the lights in his eye sockets.
He shook his head. "No. I was actually more afraid that he'd say something to you to make you run away from me. He has zero tact a lot of the time and he can be very offensive when he wants to be. He doesn't want to hurt my feelings, though, so he was nice to you today."
"I'm never running away." She snuggled up to him again. "You can't get rid of me."
Sans' arm tightened around her, and he kissed the side of her head. "I'm glad to hear it."
She looked up at him again. "Hey Sans? Did you ever hear about that dyslexic Satanist who sold his soul to Santa?"
Sans snorted.
"Knock, knock," she said.
"Who's there?" He looked down at her.
"Little old lady."
"'Little old lady', who?"
She grinned and kissed his teeth. "I didn't know you could yodel!"
He chuckled and kissed her back. "How'd the hipster burn his tongue?"
She tried to scoot a little closer. "No idea." She wouldn't mind seeing his tongue again. The thought was a little thrilling.
"He drank his coffee before it was cool."
She giggled. "Kiss me."
"I don't think I've heard that one."
She hummed. "Well come here; I'll tell you all about it."
He smirked. "Ooh, that was smooth." He finally closed the distance between them.
Frisk could hardly believe how good it felt just to kiss him. Her body nearly hurt with the desire to feel how good it could be to be with him in other ways. She pulled him as close as she could possibly get, eager to connect every surface of her body with him.
She squeaked in surprise when he suddenly pushed her away. She was confused for all of two seconds before he pushed her down on the couch and positioned himself over her.
"Is this okay?" he asked.
She could only nod, breathless. Instead of speaking, she gripped his hoodie and pulled him down to her lips. She whimpered with need as she felt his hands begin to explore her body. Her mouth opened, and she licked him, hardly able to even care if she was moving too fast again. She just needed him everywhere.
Sans was past logical thought when he felt her tongue against his teeth. He concentrated his magic, creating a tongue to kiss her the way he knew she needed to be kissed. The sound she made when their tongues met sent shivers over every bone in his body and spurred his hands to further their exploration. He couldn't stop himself from groaning at the feel of her tongue, warm and wet, against his magic.
Frisk had thought it would be weird to kiss a magical tongue, but it was bliss. There was a slight tingle to every movement he made as he expertly kissed her back like he'd done it his whole life. She wasn't sure if she should be surprised that he tasted like sweet oranges and cinnamon; it went well with his scent.
She reached down and slipped her fingers under his hoodie and felt the tops of his hip bones. She pulled back when she felt his bones stiffen. "Is this okay?" she asked, mimicking his words.
He smirked. "Hell yes."
"I really like the tongue, by the way."
He stuck it out for her, and she giggled.
"I love you," she said softly, dragging her fingertips down the front of his hoodie.
Sans kissed her gently. "I love you, too." He slipped a hand up her side to her breast. "Tell me if I go too far."
She put a hand over his bony one. "I told you before: there's no such thing as too far."
He closed his eyes and squeezed her breast. "Gods, you're so soft."
"Kiss me, dammit."
He complied, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Hands continued to explore and soon she had unzipped his hoodie. He shrugged out of it without breaking their kiss. It landed somewhere in the black abyss that was off the couch.
Before either of them could realize what was going on, he'd lost the shirt he was wearing, and he was pulling hers up. she didn't let him stop to ask if everything was still okay. Instead, she sat up just enough to help him and threw her shirt in the same direction his had gone. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close again, relishing in the feel of his rib cage against her skin.
He shivered when her fingers danced down his spine. He was quickly losing himself, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. As long as she didn't say anything, he told himself it was okay. He kissed his way down her throat.
Frisk had never noticed the spikes on each of his vertebra before. They weren't sharp, and the feel of them turned her on even more. She tilted her head up as he began exploring her neck. She cried out when he bit her; it hurt more than she had thought it should.
"Are you okay?" Sans asked.
She nodded and looked down at him. "I think so. Be gentler?"
He blushed and kissed her where he'd just bitten her. "Sorry."
"Don't apologize, just don't draw blood either."
He smirked. "I'll do my best."
He lowered his head back to her shoulder and bit her again, softer this time. He was rewarded with a mewl of pleasure that went straight through him. He licked her skin and bit her again one more time before he lifted her just enough to unclasp her bra.
He had to take a moment to appreciate her body. He pushed himself back just enough to admire her. He smiled as her dark nipples hardened under his gaze.
"What is it?" Frisk asked, starting to feel a little self-conscious.
Sans met her eyes and leaned down to kiss her. "You're just so beautiful. I've thought about this moment for a long time." He kissed her again. "It's better than I imagined it would be."
She reached up and touched his light blue cheekbones. "Touch me." She whispered the words as she tried to urge him back down to kiss her.
He complied.
In what felt like no time at all, Frisk was all but naked under him. He didn't bother to stop as he slid her panties down over her hips. She lifted them and helped him, tossing them off the couch. She put her feet on his hip bones and smiled up at him.
"Make love to me." That made her think of something. "I'm assuming if you can make a tongue you can also make a dick?"
She watched in awe as his tongue dissolved into a ball of blue light. It traveled down the inside of his ribs, past his spine, and into his shorts. She smiled when they expanded, pitching a nice sized tent. She used her feet to push his pants down, excited when the blue penis was finally exposed. She looked up and met his nearly flaming eye.
"Please, Sans? I really need you." She pulled him down to kiss him again and thrust her chest up to meet his hands.
Sans' head was spinning. He wanted her madly, but this was still too fast. All it would take is one thrust and he'd be inside her. There was no chance of pregnancy, even if she wasn't on birth control. There was only pleasure to be had by both of them, both eager. So why was he so hesitant?
He kissed her once more and pulled back. "Frisk…" he didn't know how to tell her that he needed to stop. He could see the need in her eyes; he almost felt like he was betraying her.
Frisk wanted to plead with him again, but the look on his face caused her stomach to turn at the thought of doing so. "Are you okay?" she asked.
"I don't know…" he couldn't look at her. He stood up long enough to pull his pants back up, all traces of magic gone. He sat back down and put his face in his hands.
"Did I do something wrong?" She asked. She sat up next to him and kissed his shoulder.
He shook his head, not moving his hands. "No."
Somehow, she doubted that. She put her arm around him and rested her head on his shoulder. "Please talk to me."
It took him a moment to gather his thoughts. He appreciated her patience as she waited for him. After a few minutes, he sat up, pushing her back a little, and pulled her close. He kissed her gently.
"I'm sorry, Frisk. I can't do this tonight. It's not you, it's…I don't even know what it is." He shook his head again. "I love you, and I want you, but when I think about making that move, I feel like it's all too much too soon."
She smiled and put her hand on his jaw, asking him silently to look at her. He met her eyes.
"I love you, Sans. This doesn't need to happen until we're both ready. Thank you for talking to me."
He breathed a sigh of relief and kissed her. "Thank you."
She kissed him back, still so turned on she almost wanted to crawl on top of him. She managed to tear herself away.
"Sans?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you think…I don't want to push you into anything at all, but do you think you might be able to help me? With this?" She gestured down between her legs. "I'm so fucking horny."
He smiled and nodded. "I think I can manage that." At least, he hoped he could.
He kissed her and leaned her back on the couch before he realized he didn't know what to do. He hesitated for a second before pulling back again.
"Will you show me what to do?" he asked, a little embarrassed that he didn't already know.
She didn't let him dwell on it. She took his hand, kissed his knuckles, and then slowly directed his fingers to where she needed them.
~LM~
"Did you make up with her?" Papyrus asked hopefully. He smiled and waited for his brother's response.
Sans smiled back. "Sure did, bro."
"Yippee! When can she come over for dinner again? I want to celebrate!" He rushed into the kitchen. "I can make my famous pasta brownies."
Sans shuddered. "Please don't do that. It was just a fight."
Papyrus turned around to face his brother. "Just a fight? No, it was your first fight as a couple. These milestones should be honored!"
Sans all but slapped his forehead with a bony hand. "No, Paps. Let's not do that please? We'll invite her for dinner soon, but we don't need to be celebrating anything."
Papyrus huffed. "Fine. The Great Papyrus will have to think of another way to show the human that I'm happy she's still going to be a part of my life."
Sans was finally able to escape to his room. He took his jacket off and threw it somewhere in the vicinity of the coat rack. It hit the floor a few feet short. Oh, well. He dropped onto his bed and groaned. It had been a long day. All in all, he was pretty happy with how it had turned out.
If he was being honest with himself, he was surprised that he had been able to forgive Frisk so easily. He had been so angry with her, but that all just seemed to melt when she was so obviously concerned about the pain his dad had gone through. His monster friends had thought about that, but none of them had ever apologized. He had never expected nor even wanted them to.
He supposed it made sense. She was human, and so she felt bad for what had been done by human hands. Even as merciful as he knew she was, it still amazed him.
He decided not to dwell on that. Instead, his mind turned to what had happened that night. Frisk's body underneath him was an image he was not going to forget. She was so beautiful, and she was his. He wondered again why he wasn't able to make love to her. He wanted her, and she clearly wanted him.
He turned when his phone chimed. He picked it up off the nightstand and unlocked it. A message from Frisk.
I have bruises. Your teeth bruised me. You don't know how much I wish these would never fade. It's our version of a hickey!
He was confused. He wanted to feel bad and apologize, but something in the way she'd written the message told him she was happy about it.
What's a hickey?
He decided to look it up. The description he found almost made him wish he had lips so he could give her a real one.
It's a love bruise. You gave me love bruises.
He smiled; it seemed what he was able to give her was real enough.
In that case, you're welcome.
He almost put his phone back when it buzzed again. Another message, this one a picture of dark welts on Frisk's body. He really wanted to feel bad about those. At the same time, he recalled each and every one he'd given her. The memory of her under him, so ready and willing to take every damn step there was to be taken with him, made him wish he could go back and not stop.
You're making me horny. Knock it off.
Another picture, this one of the bruise on her inner thigh.
Good, because I'm horny again. You can suffer with me. I'll send you better pics if you send me some. We can jack off together.
He groaned. What was she doing to him? He began to build his magic, allowing his lust to manifest itself into something he could hold.
"Sans!"
Oh shit.
Every ounce of magic dissipated faster than he would have thought possible as Papyrus knocked on the door.
"Yeah, bro?"
"I'm going to bed. Will you come read to me?"
He couldn't deny that skeleton anything.
"Yeah, give me a second. I'll be there."
Sorry, babe. Paps calls. We'll do this another time. Love you.
He stood and pulled up his pants before going to read to his brother.
A/N: Please don't be too frustrated with Sans; he doesn't understand what's going on because he's never been in this situation with a human before, but he's concerned about hurting her. They'll figure it out, I promise.