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Sans ~ You Belong With Me

79's is crowded tonight, but that doesn't keep Sans from keeping an eye on you. He has to watch over you, protect you. It's his duty, you're his general.

You're his general, and so much more.

It's the same every time. You come with Sans and some others from the 17th. You all laugh and joke together, the clones getting wasted while you only get a buzz. Sans is always right by your side, until a group of clones from another battalion steal you away. That's when he becomes the protective eye, keeping watch at a distance, making sure you don't end up in any undesirable situations.

But tonight was different. He'd watched over you, seen as the clones flirted with you, and you teased them back. No one ever really got with you, and they knew they wouldn't. You were searching for that special person, the one that's meant for you.

But now, standing there watching you flirt, you trying to see if maybe this one was the right person, Sans finally had enough. Watching you lean over and plant a sweet kiss on another man's cheek was too much for him tonight.

Sans sets glass down on the nearest table and mumbles something to Steele and Hex about needing air, and pushes his way out the doors.

The Coruscant air chills him instantly, and the quiet is enough to hear his rapid heart racing in his chest. He takes a few steadying breaths, and looks up to the sky. The streetlights are bright, and he wonders if the moon would be as well, somewhere where you could see the sky.

His mind slips back to you, to how he wishes you would just see him. See how he's been there, how he's been waiting, patiently, ever since his eyes laid on you.

Why can't you just wake up and find that what you're looking for has been here the whole time?

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You glance away from the group of troopers you are entertaining, and you do right as Sans slips out of the doors. Your smile falls and you're instantly worried. He never leaves early, or alone. He's always keeping an eye over you. You wonder if something happened with one of your troopers, or if it's something else.

"Hey, I'll be right back," you say, and the troopers nod and continue their conversation. You make your way to the exit and push the doors open into the Coruscant night.

It's chilly, but not cold enough to bother you. The lights above brighten the streets, and you'd never know it was night if you hadn't had a chrono to tell the time. But your surroundings don't hold your attention, you instantly look to find your commander.

He's silently standing against the wall, looking up at the sky, but his eyes aren't taking anything in. He's deep in his mind, in his thoughts.

"Sans?" You ask hesitantly, noticing the sadness on his expression that he wasn't quick enough to hide.

"Mesh'la," he says, turning and smiling at you. A smile that doesn't reach his eyes.

"Sans, what's wrong?" You ask, reaching a hand out to him, but he flinches away. You freeze. Sans never flinches from you. If anything, he's the one reaching out for you, pulling you in for hugs, assuring you that he's there.

The air around him is tense and filled with sorrow, longing. You've felt it come in bits from him, but never this strong. You didn't understand, had you missed something? Had he been flirting with someone while watching over you? Did someone hurt him?

"I just-you don't understand," he says, clenching his fists at his sides.

"Sans, talk to me," you say quietly. "Help me understand." You watch him as he internally fights with something. You can see that there's so much he's not saying, so much he's holding back. You can't help but fear that maybe you're the one who's hurting him. The thought scares you. You love Sans more than anything, and the last thing you want is to hurt him.

"I don't like them," he says finally, staring ahead into the street.

"You don't like who? The other boys?"

"Yes! They just...they're not right for you," he says, fighting the urge to just tell you everything that's on his mind. He can't look at you, because he knows if he does, he won't be able to hold back.

"Not right for me? Sans, that's not fair. You don't know them, how do you know they're not right for me?"

"I...it doesn't matter," he says, sighing and turning to look down the street. His back was to you now, and you could see how tense his shoulders were.

"Sans, I have to try. And who knows, maybe one of them is the right one for me."

"But they don't get your humor like I do," he says, turning around suddenly. "They'll never know your story like I do."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Because, that's what someone who loves you is supposed to do, what they're supposed to know."

"Well, I don't want them to, Sans. I don't want them to know me like you do. You're one of my best friends-"

"That's just it, y/n!" he yells, throwing his arms up. "I'm your friend! I'm your commander. You rely on me in battle and outside of it."

"Sans, I don't get what you're saying," you say, drawing your brows together as you try to understand.

"Y/n, if you could see that I'm the one who understands you. I've been here all along, so why can't you see?" He says, tossing his head back against the wall, closing his eyes and sighing in frustration.

"See what, Sans?" You ask, grabbing his arm. This time he doesn't move away, he just slowly opens his eyes and looks at you. He studies you for a second before speaking quietly.

"That you belong with me."

You're silent as you process his words, and he keeps his gaze steady with yours. You're taken aback, but not because you don't want him liking you.

"Sans-"

"I remember you flying to my barracks in the middle of the night. I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're about to cry. And I know your favorite songs, and you tell me about your dreams."

You feel yourself wanting to pull him close, but your body won't move. All you can do is stand there and process his words as they consume you. After a few moments of silence, he breaks it softly.

"I think I know where you belong, y/n," he says quietly, reaching out and holding your cheek with his hand. You look up at him, eyes glassy as you take in his desperation.

In the next moment, Sans's emotions overtake him. He loses control, and he's doing what he's wanted to since he realized he'd fallen so deeply in love with you. His hand moves from your cheek to rest on your waist, and he leans down to you, pausing for a brief second to look in your eyes before he closes the distance.

His lips are sweet and rough, chapped from the harshness of the war. But they mold perfectly to yours, and he presses closer to you. As you get lost in him, he spins you around so that your back is against the wall instead of his. One of your hands goes to his hair, keeping him from pulling away because you don't think you could survive without him.

You're caught up in each other, caught up in the moment. Neither of you wants to break apart. After waiting for so long, you both had gotten what you truly desired.

Sans slowly pulls away, bringing his hand back up to hold your cheek. You stare wordlessly at him, unable to express your emotions.

Sans's voice nearly breaks as he says the next few words, and as you look into his eyes, you see the pure want in them. How desperate he is for you, for your love. How much he really means his words.

"Have you ever thought, just maybe, that you belong with me?"