(I'm just putting it up now because i have major writers block, but will probably edit it more in the future for now enjoy. Im also looking for a beta reader )

Chapter 2: The eye of the storm

Sans stared down at the young woman currently tugging on his hand in bemusement as she lead him up an old, overgrown path. After the fight she witnessed he figured she'd have run as far from him as she could go. The adrenaline from the fight was draining out of him quickly to be replaced with a restlessness and growing warmth, the bruises on his face, and body were starting to hurt. His knuckles were bruised and bloody from another fight he'd gotten into earlier, some humans didn't know when to quit he mused. The pressure from her hand wasn't half bad, she wasn't aggravating the wounds on his knuckles yet. Keeping his head down he allowed her to lead him to the cabin, he threw a few bad jokes her way until the one joke she threw at him had startled a groan out of him. They're almost to the cabin when the wind begins to pick up, howling through the forest and battering the heavy rain against them.

Wincing he raises one arm to cover his face as the biting droplets of rain seemed to drill into every wound on his face. The chick was just powering through it like running around in a forest dragging along a strange skeleton was an everyday occurrence to her. The wind forced her to stumble a bit and as she fell forward Sans reached out catching her arm. Pulling her to his chest causes a strange feeling to rise in his gut, because her body pressed against his feels good, better than it should and his stomach clenches at the thought of her being this close to anyone else. Knowing how dangerous that train of though was he pulled away quickly shoving his hands into his coat pockets "Watch your step kid" He mutters gruffly while mentally slapping himself, the last thing he needed was to develop some sort of connection to the young human woman in front of him. He was already attracted to her, he wasn't boneheaded enough to deny that. The arousal and heat that gathered low in his body was enough evidence of that, but he had enough trouble with humans as it was, being involved with one no matter how cute they were was basically just asking for fucking trouble.

Sans spent the rest of the walk silent watching the young woman in front of him to see her fumbling with some keys for the cabin door, it wasn't that big or impressive. It was a cozy two story log cabin that had obviously been added to over the years. Sans looked back to the young woman only to see her slam her shoulder into the door, "The fuck kid?" He asked as he stared at her, as she flushed beet red before defending herself "the door gets stuck sometimes okay!" with a frown she finally manages to get the door open. Pulling him inside and after turning on the hallway light she turns placing her hands on her hips before letting out a little shriek her face going pale.

"SHIT"

She curses running her hands through already messy short hair, startled he looks at her

"What's the problem now, kid?"

He asked exasperatedly her shriek aggravating the already painful throbbing in his head.

"I forgot the kindling we're gonna need it if this cold snap continues the temperatures get as low as -50 Celsius, i'll be right back"

She said before she turned to leave throwing a glance over her shoulder "Get settled in, the bathrooms upstairs if you want to clean up. If the power goes out, the emergency generators in the shed and there are candles in the kitchen" was all she said before she dashed out into the rain. Leaving the taller skeleton standing there confused, the kid was like a whirlwind rushing to and fro.

Shaking his head he reaches into his pocket for his cell phone, he sighs when he realizes the battery died. At some point he'd forgotten to charge it which meant that as soon as Papyrus called, it'd go straight to voicemail and that meant he'd fill it to capacity with his messages. He gave a tired chuckle imagining his brothers exasperated face, he was lucky though. He'd told Paps, that he would be busy working at his part time job as a courier. Not exactly the truth, but he wasn't going to tell Papyrus what he really did. With a sigh he leaned down and with some difficulty managed to unlace his black combat boots. His bloody bruised knuckles were starting to stiffen, he stifled a yawn as a wave of exhaustion hits him. HIs magic's almost depleted which meant he'd have to heal properly without his magic to speed it up.

"This is going to be fun"

He muttered as he pulled the worn combat boots off, leaving them by the door straightening he groans rotating his shoulder the sudden pop of his bones cracking loud in the empty cabin. He wandered into the living room and stared out the window as the rain came down in sheets. Turning he left the living room and wandered towards the kitchen ignoring the darkening cabin. He didn't need a lot of light to navigate through the cabin, reaching the kitchen he begins rummaging through the cupboards and drawers trying to find some sort of alcohol. He was starting to feel sober and that wasn't pleasant feeling he was carrying too many memories, attached to too many sins, the pain he'd been trying to ignore had started to pulse at the edge of his consciousness.

Gritting his teeth, he finally found a full bottle of whiskey. With a sigh of relief he unscrews the top off and bringing it to his mouth he takes a swallow of whiskey. The whiskey burned a path through his gut as he wanders back to the living room, sitting in one of the arm chairs. He takes another swig out of the bottle as he leaned back into the chair, drumming his fingers on the armrest. He was.. restless and it was annoying him, a thought had been niggling at the back of his mind for awhile. He swallowed another mouthful of whiskey, a pleasant warmth seeping through his bones. Trying to figure out what was bothering him he shifted in his seat, he was..warmer than he should have been even with the whiskey coursing through his system. The sound of the door slamming open catches his attention and he knew it was the woman from before. Her scent swirled around him, and his gut clenches because all he wanted to do was wrap himself up in her scent. He's not aware that he's already out of his seat and moving towards the young woman who was struggling out of her wet sweater.

Revealing a slight glimpse of brown flesh under a soaking wet white tank top, his eyes travel up her stomach to the sight of her breasts straining against the soaking material. Her nipples had hardened into tiny nubs from a combination of freezing cold water and wind. His mouth goes dry so he brings the bottle up to his lips and drains the bottle in one gulp. As he realizes exactly what was bothering him, he almost loses his grip on the bottle. He'd forgotten in the adrenaline of the moment that he was in heat, as soon as the realization hits arousal roars up his body forcing him to double over. One hand over his stomach as he growls a bit trying to keep his hormones in check. Especially with the young woman just standing there, she turns around when he growled. Surprised shock on her features as her hands come up to cover her breasts automatically a deep blush staining her cheeks. Sans slammed his hand into the wall, the pain distracting him from the pretty blush crawling up her neck, he wanted to follow that path with his tongue.

Kenzie stared at the monster in front of her, her face flaming as she covered her chest, she had felt a strong lick of arousal at the hungry look in his eyes when he had stared at her, but she tamped it down telling herself that he was a monster who probably had no interest in humans. Especially not one as plain as she way, turning away she stutters "I'm gonna go change out of these wet clothes" she stuttered as she head towards the stairs, Turning at the sound of a solid thump she realizes that he's more injured than she had thought, with a gasp she rushed forward grabbing his hands staring at the bruised bloody knuckles, the blue blood glowing a bit in the dark room.

She lightly ran a thumb over his knuckles her eyes coming up to search his face as the skeleton hisses through his teeth. "Shit i'm such a fucking idiot, i'm so sorry. Just go to the kitchen, i'll be back done right away with a first aid kit for your wounds" She turns and rushes up the stairs leaving a bewildered skeleton behind. Leaning back against the wall he placed his hands on his face, his large frame shaking as he found himself chuckling.