LoveTale

Princess

Sans repetitively hit his head against the walls of his room. He kissed Frisk. Did she like it or did she not? Did she feel forced or was it just because of the moment that she did all that. He couldn't help but go back and think of her in that dress. She was beyond beautiful, truly an angel. Sans was so entranced by her he couldn't take his eyes off the moment she entered the room. Not only did he have an emotional attachment, but she was the only girl in the world when Sans looked at her. She trusted him more than anyone and he trusted her. He told her about the save points and she's only touched them. She told him that she'd only go back if she died. She even went into full detail of her nightmare and the flower that did it to her. Sans had his mind racing till 3 a.m. When he heard a gentle knock on his door.
"Hey Sans." Frisk said staring at him with big eyes. She took off her big beautiful gown in place of the one he bought her. She seemed so attached to that dress that it pulled at his heartstrings
"Oh umm hey Angel..." he motioned her in and sat on his bed. She sat next to him and leaned her head on his shoulder. He felt his heart pounding and couldn't help but feel agitated at the loud thumps against his rib cage.
He looked down at her and she turned her head to look up at him.
"Sans...why did you kiss me? Was it a joke or just because it was my birthday?" Sans stared at her blankly. She was worried about it too he didn't know if he was angry or upset that she thought he was joking. He couldn't help but let out a snicker, in which she tore her eyes from him and looked down at her feet.
"So it was just a joke then..." she said tearing up. A tear dropped from her cheeks and onto the carpet Sans was instantly struck with guilt.
Sans pulled her close against him, brushed the hair out of her face, and stared into her chocolate brown eyes. He smiled and kissed her this time she would have no doubts. She wouldn't worry about his thoughts because this time it was slow, passionate, and full of want, full of need. He needed her to feel anything nowadays. When he pulled away her face was flushed a million different shades of red. He leaned his head against hers.
"Did that seem like a joke sweetheart?" she had a moment where she paused, out of pure shock, then shook her head against his. She smiled and laid against this chest.
"I love you Sans."
"I love you too princess." she scowled at the new nickname and he kissed the top of her forehead. "There's more to come later on but I promise one day I'll make you my queen."