Part 12:

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You close to the door behind you and then take a deep breath. You slap your face a few times.

    "What in the holy hell just happened?" your face felt hot in your hands. "god, I need a shower." You head towards your bathroom door, shredding the layers of your clothing as you went. You turn on the light and walk over to the tub, turning the handle up towards the heat and letting it rest just off the center. You sit on the side of the tub while the water warms. "I know that I pretty much confessed my feelings," The water is warm enough now so you pull up on the faucet, turning on the shower and step in. "But did they both accept them or was that a polite way to decline them?" you were so confused, everything seemed to have happened so quickly down there, you didn't have time to fully take in the events. You run a finger over your lips. "Sans definitely kissed me, so I guess that meant he accepted it?" His mouth was warmer than you thought it would be, "if only it lasted longer." You pout.

    The hot water felt nice on your skin, you grab your shampoo and pour out a blob to wash your hair with. Lathering all your hair with bubbles and your fingers dug into your scalp. "Wonder how this would feel if it was just bones." You press harder in an attempt to mimic the texture of the boney hands you were used to holding. It really doesn't feel much different. You sigh and rinse out the soap. Next you reach out for your body wash and luffa but you hesitate to grab the luffa and decide to just use your hands.

    The body felt cool in your hands and you rub your hands together to warm it up and turn it into lather before starting to rub it onto your chest.  Letting the bubbles claim your skin as your hands traveled up and around your neck, massaging into your clavicle and breasts. "Their hands felt so different," you let out a small moan. Your other hand running soap bubbles down your waist and hips to your thighs, lightly letting your nails scratch you every so often. "Let's see Sans's hand was like this." You're recalling how they worked your body earlier and your body heats up.

    The air in the room was already humid, steam had covered the mirror, the heat from the water and your body was making you light headed. You lean on the tile wall; it still felt cold and caused you to jump out of your fantasy. "ugh, can't I focus on doing one task tonight that doesn't involve jumping bones." You groan at yourself and finish washing. With a quick rinse and spin under the water, you turn the shower off. You quickly grab a purple towel from the shelf and wrap it around you, shivering lightly at the cold. Grabbing a second towel you start to work on drying your hair; with it being so thick and long it can be a pain to dry.

    You settle for lightly damp and fish out an oversized shirt as a make shift night gown, in your haste to go to bed. You're about to get into bed when you realize your throat feels a bit dry. "Guess I'll go grab a glass of water." You leave the room and close the door behind you quietly, as to not wake Papyrus; he doesn't get enough sleep as is. Being out in the hall you could faintly hear noises from one end; near Sans's room. You start to feel worried. Sans also suffers from nightmares like you do, so you decide to check in on him; he'd do the same for your right?

    You tip toe over to his door, noticing that it wasn't latched; probably why you could hear sounds from it. You lightly push it open and peek in. A soft blue glow lit up the room and it wasn't hard to find Sans; you feel your face heat up. The glow was coming from him, more specifically his magic. He was using it in a way you didn't know he could. You bite your lip and swallow; your mouth was no longer dry. You watch as he lifts his hips off the bed into his hand. You were no stranger to human anatomy, but you knew so little about monsters and this was new. Sans has conjured up a penis, it has more girth than you were used to seeing and the length was about average. You open the door a bit more, to get a better view and carefully step in.

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