Just Plain Old Lazy! (Bara!SansxReader) {LEMON}

Story: Twenty One

"Why can't you hold still?"

"I'm sor-ry princess I didn't know I had to be a tree!"

Molly frowned and pit another bandaid over the crack in his skull. "How come you keep getting into fights?"

He shrugged. "They were bad mouthing that chick, and I don't stand for that. Girls deserve respect."

Molly blushed. "Even monster girls?"

"Even monster girls."

~

You stepped through the charred doorway and glance around. Everything looks untouched by hands, and only burnt. There are shoe prints here and there.

"Lonely." You mutter. The house creaks in return.

Your standing in a livingroom. It's got a small couch, what looks like something that may have been a T.V., and a few tables. You turn into a doorway and see a kitchen. It's almost untouched. Not even burnt.
You walk down the hall, and realize most of this isn't burnt either.

"Hm?" You pushed open a random door, and there was a tiny room. There was a bed, a desk, and a lamp. Nothing else. You went to the next room, which was bigger.
It was covered with singed drawings, posters, and had a fluffy bed in the middle, which was slightly scorched. There was a dresser, a desk (or two), and a closet.
Most likely a child's room.
You walk over to a desk and open a drawer. Drawings. You pull them out.

"Holy Shhhhh....." You stare at Sans. It's an amazingly detailed drawing, of him gazing up at something shiney. His eye sockets are wide (even his right), and he's wearing an orange jacket.
His eyes seem to be shimmering, and he's grinning.

You go to the next picture. Mostly the same, except he's looking at you now.

The next one, his smile is gone, and his eyes are a dead black.

His face seems distorted, the teeth longer, and his hands are raised threateningly.

He's lunging forward, maw gaping open and claws out reached. You drop the photos on the desk and step away. "Wha-?"

You press your lips together, then turn and run from the house.

~

"So where'd you go today?"

You struggle not to choke on your drink. "Oh, uh... I visited Tori."

"Oh? You did, huh? That's cool." He smiles at you. "'Cause so did I."

"O-oh? That's cool, she didn't say anything about it. What time did you go?" Your face flushed.

He leaned on the counter next to you. "In the morning. I'm surprised she didn't mention it."

You shrugged, eyes locked on your drink. He put his fingers under your chin and made you look up. "Did you even go their at all?" He whispered.

You smiled sheepishly. "Uh- um, maybe I was somewhere else, but, I mean..." You jumped when he slipped his hand to the back of your neck.

He smirked. "You mean...?"

You blushed furiously. "I...." You gave him a quick kiss. "That's all." You put your drink down and moved to walk away, but he grabbed the belt loops at your hips and pulled you back.

"I don't think so." He muttered. He kissed you again, and you felt butterflies.

"S-Sans..." You giggled. "What're you-?"

He slipped his hands slightly under your shirt, his fingers pressing into your skin, and you squeaked.
He smiled. "Tibia honest, I don't think your telling me the whole truth, and liars get pun-ishments."

You remember all those book about people feeling like they'd melt, usually something like," oh he's so hot!"
For you it was more like," hot damn that voice is killing me!"
You definitely didn't doubt the possibility of you melting.

You came back to reality when his breath blew over your neck, and your breath hitched. Your hands came up and grabbed his jacket.

His teeth grazed your neck and you let out a shivering breath. "Shiiiiit."

He laughed softly and moved up to your ear. "Watch your language, missy."

You hated his random jokes, but they were contagious. "Sorry I'm just having a big prob- SANS!" You yelled.

He'd grabbed you, in a certain place.

"Sorry." He smiled mischievously.

You slowly leaned forward and put your head on his chest. You didn't have to lean that far. "Shit Sans, pardon my french, but what the hell?" You laughed breathlessly.

He smiled. "So where'd you go?"

"Exploring," you said, then kiss him again, gently. "But I got a scare. Also, I met the woman who told you to give me this." You tapped the locket.

He looked puzzled. "You couldn't have."

"Yeah, me and her met on the sidewalk and we talked for a while."

He frowned and pulled away. "That's impossible, Aunt June can't even walk."

You stared at him... "Then who...? Nevermind, maybe one of us has the story wrong." You said quickly. "That must be it."

He looked doubtful. "I don't know..."

"Look, let's get some sleep. Maybe our heads will be clearer tomorrow and one of us will realize we had it wrong, hm?"

He looked away. "Alright."

You grabbed his hands. "I promise, just a- a mixup of thoughts, is all."

He looked down. "Yeah, that's probably it."

~

You got another scare that day.

Sans was sleeping, and like usual, you were with him. He wasn't breathing, like usual, and everything seemed normal. You drifted off.

Sans seemed to jolt slightly, and took a shuddering breath. You opened your eyes a little bit, and Sans was just stating at you, terrified.

"Crap..." He mumbled and gently pushed himself away, thinking you were asleep. He sat up and covered his face. "Jesus H Christ, Molly, you trying to kill me?"

He swung his hand out and his desk jerked a couple of feet. You sat up at that point, scared. "Sans?"

He looked over. "It's alright, kiddo, just go to sleep."

You shook your head. "What happened?"

He wouldn't look at you, and kept the right side of his face covered. "Nightmare is all. Go to sleep."

You reached out and grabbed his hands. He jerked away, stood, and left the room. You watched him go, then slowly, slowly laid back down. You didn't sleep for a long time, and he didn't come back.