FriskXSans: Getting Frisky.

The Storm (Ch1)

It's cold outside, there are no birds singing, there are no flowers blooming, only the sound of a winter storm.
Sans returns from Alphys and Undyne's house to find Frisk making hot chocolate for the two of them.

Frisk's POV
"I'm So bored! It's been hours since Sans left to ask Alphy about something." Out of boredom Frisk turns on the TV, there was nothing interesting on, only a blank screen thanks to the storm. "Great, now what am I supposed to do?" Frisk then realized that they were talking to themselves. "Hmph," They remember back to when their mom would make them hot chocolate on cold winter evenings. There isn't much else to do so Frisk heats up some water on the stove and walks over to the fireplace to warm themselves up.

Sans POV
"Thanks for your help Alphys, I didn't have a clue as to why my eye started acting up."
"N-No problem Sans, be c-careful out in th-that storm!"
"I'll be alright." Man is it cold out here, I shouldn't have left Frisk alone for all that time, they could be bored out of their mind without Tori or Paps there.
I'd better hurry home, I'm worried about the ki- they aren't really a kid anymore, are they. Frisk is really starting to look like a lovely young lady...NO! I can't be thinking like this, they are just a room mate, nothing more.

Sans arrives at the house, opens the door, and finds Frisk in the kitchen pouring two cups of hot chocolate.

"Hey Kid, what'cha got there?"

"Hot chocolate. I made too much for one person, so I made you a cup too."
"That's real sweet kid, thanks."
Sans grabs the cup and takes a sip.

Frisk's POV
I nearly jumped when I heard the door open, thank god it was only Sans. I really hope he likes hot chocolate, it always warms my soul; I'm sure it will warm his too after trekking in all that snow to get here. Then again he has lived in Snowdin his whole life, ugh this is a stupid idea! Why am I thinking like this?! I don't care if he likes what I made him or not, I did it because I was bored and nothing more.
"Hey Kid, what'cha got there?"
Kid? I'm not really a kid anymore. I wish he would stop calling me that and call me something more meaningf- Answer the question dumb dumb, but don't make your feelings obvious!
"Hot chocolate. I made too much for one person, so I made you a cup too."
Disaster avoided.
"That's real sweet Kid, thanks."
Kid...is that all I'll ever be to you?

Sans POV
Frisk looks a little down, I wonder what they are thinking. Would it be to invasive to ask? "Hey, Frisk? Are you okay?" I know I'm definitely not okay, my eye has been acting strange and I have these weird feelings about you.
"What! Ha, no I'm fine. Really!" Man you don't look okay, and the tone in your voice is full of worry, what aren't you telling me?
"Shit!"
Frisk all of the sudden stands up and spills their hot chocolate all over themselves. It's burning hot.
"Are you okay?! Are you hurt Frisk?"
"Ow! I guess they call it Hot chocolate for a reason."
Because you look hot with it spilled all over you...Damn, what the hell is wrong with me? Either way that burn on their leg doesn't look good. How do I help them out with this without acting pervy? "I'll get a bath going for you, do ya like bubbles?" That is not what I was going to say!
"Yeah, bubbles sound nice."

Frisk's POV
He took a sip, I hope that means he likes it. I start to stare into my cup thinking about what he said: "that's real sweet Kid, thanks." I sigh and sans looks over, crap! "Hey Frisk? Are you okay?" I must have jumped when he said that or something because I spat out "What! Ha, no I'm fine. Really!" I had to get out of the living room and go think about this elsewhere. "Shit!" I stood up too fast and now I look like an idiot in front of Sans! Hot chocolate is everywhere, I'm soaked and I think I'm blushing...great. "Are you okay!? Are you hurt Frisk?" He didn't call me kid, wow, I'm so happy! But Damn is this shit hot! "Ow! I guess they call it hot chocolate for a reason."
A moments silence
"I'll get a bath going for you, do yah like bubbles?" I've always loved taking baths in the winter, they always feel so nice. If I were to ask him to get a towel for me there is no way he could say no if there were bubbles; I need to get dry somehow, right?
"Yeah, bubbles sound nice."

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