Chapter 11: A Lovely Morning (S x OC)

Lisa was dozing in bed as her mind was going over what had happened to her last night. She had been on her way home from school when some cars that were drag racing had raced by her and hit puddles of water and mud, splashing her new jeans and favorite shirt. Well, that had put a damper on the day as she headed to a familiar house that she had been visiting for about four months now.

When she had arrived, Sans had greeted her at the door and hadn't been happy when he saw Lisa's clothes were filthy, but she reassured him that it had just been some jerks drag racing and nothing else. The skeleton had accepted that, but had also gotten her a large towel to wrap around herself before he had made dinner for the both of them to Lisa's surprise and then had told her that she could bunk with him, as he and Papyrus were still working on a few guest rooms that were almost completed, but needed a little more work.

Lisa accepted his generous offer and after a shower and putting her clothes in the wash, she changed into another pair of jeans that she had with her, but she didn't have a spare shirt. Hoping Sans wouldn't mind, Lisa put on one of his many white shirts and then crawled under the covers, finding Sans' bed to be super comfy and fell fast asleep.

Now, still snuggled under the warm covers, Lisa heard Sans snoring lightly as he was asleep beside her and she smiled a bit before opening her eyes and stretching, slipping quietly away so that she could go put her clothes in the dryer and think about breakfast for herself, Sans, and Papyrus.

Deciding to do French toast, Lisa got to work and soon had a steaming stack of French toast ready and set up the table, placing two plates with the delicious breakfast down on the table when she heard someone wolf-whistle at her. Normally, she hated when someone did that, especially when she didn't know them, but when she turned, she saw Sans was leaning against the doorframe, with a huge grin on his face as he winked at her.

"You look good, sweetheart," he said.

Lisa blushed, wondering what he was up to. "Well, sleep does rejuvenate someone," she said, turning back to cook some more French toast. Two arms wrapped around her from behind.

"I'm not talking about that, sweetheart," he said. "I'm talking about you wearing my shirt."

That made her blush hotly and she was about to apologize when she suddenly realized that while flirting with her, Sans hadn't made a single pun, which was unlike him. "You're acting different this morning," she said to him. "You haven't even said a single pun."

"Cause I've got none, beautiful, that can tell you that I love seeing you in my shirt."

Lisa couldn't stop blushing. "You don't mind?" She asked him. "I didn't have an extra shirt with me. Just another pair of jeans."

"I don't mind at all," he said. "Plus, when I'm serious, I don't make any puns."

"I'll keep that in mind," she said with a chuckle as she finished cooking the French toast and set down a plate of it in the middle of the table and saw the three plates filled with the French toast waiting for her, Sans, and Papyrus, who now came into the kitchen.

"Is that French toast?" The taller skeleton asked hopefully.

Lisa laughed heartily. "Yes," she said. "Come on and dig in."

Sans held her a moment longer. "I'm glad I woke up this morning," he said. "To see your bone-fide appearance."

She blushed again before feeling Sans kiss her lovingly on the mouth.

It was a lovely morning and nothing could spoil it for her.

This chapter was inspired by the song "You Look Good In My Shirt" by Keith Urban.

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