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

Story: Forty Two

AN:
GIF HAS 0% TO DO WITH THIS CHAPTER
THERE IS NO SKELE HEAT FUCKING
SRY
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Sans left.

You hated going home all over again.

"Hey, Tori, can I stay the night?"

"Hm? Why?"

"Well, I don't wanna go home. It sounds stupid, but that house is creepy without Sans there."

Toriel patted your shoulder. "You can use Sans' old room."

~

You went home after awhile, sat at your desktop, and called up Sans.

He answered after a few seconds.

"Hey."

"Sans." You breathed happily, grinning.

You couldn't see him yet, his camera jacked up, and he mumbled apologies as he tried to fix it.
When it came on, you blinked in surprise. Sans was in a plain, metal room, hand propping up his chin. "Hey, hunny." He seemed to be laying on a cot, with the computer in front of him.

"Sans- what're you wearing?"

"Heh, they said my other clothes weren't scientifically appropriate, and made me change. So I have to wear pants, now." He did have on pants, but no shirt.

"What's it like?"

"It's stressful. Kind of scary, there are lots of... dangerous things here. Things that..." He looked uncomfortable. "I'm not allowed to say."

You nod, understandingly. "Of course. Hey, is that music?"

He looks even more disturbed. "Yeah. That is. It's, uh, classical. It's to keep the inmates calm."

"Inmates? Sans, I thought it was a science-"

"It is! I'm just... we have lots of experiments here, you see, and the boss, she, uh, well, she's kinda strange. Luckily, I've known her awhile, so..."

You don't like the job more and more by the second. "... how long?"

"Two months, at the least." He seemed relieved that you'd changed the subject. "I'll, um, be home around that time, yeah. Two months, I'll make sure of it." He grins, flashing a predatory look, and you smile back.
You keep an eye on those teeth, also.

Hot damn.

They look much more bold than they used to, for some reason. Why were his teeth always changing? Or they at least looked like it.

"I miss you already," you purr, winking.

That look of, let's do this, that you've come to know crosses his face, and he switches to flirt mode. "I miss every part of you."

You lean towards the screen a bit. "What'dya miss the most?"

"Your voice."

With a giggle, you pull back. "You can hear it!"

"Not the way I want to." He grins.

You become curious, tilting your head and sighing, "How do you want to hear it."

His voice drops to a husky murmur, and he says, "I wanna hear you-"

Someone pounds on the door behind him, and he leaps in surprise, clicking something on his computer before turning and yelling, "yeah?"