Sans x frisk

Part:3

It was official, then. Just like that, the thing she had wanted for so long had happened. Frisk was so, so overjoyed. She leaned into him, tucked under his favorite hoodie, and they talked for ages. They confessed how long they had both felt the way they did.

Frisk was shocked to hear that Sans had wanted her romantically for years, but had wanted to wait until she was old enough to know what she wanted. That was so flattering. They were both high off of their happiness, giggly over nothing and finding new small ways to finally show their affection. She had never seen him like this, and she adored it.

Who would have thought that there was more to her best friend than she already knew about? Here, cuddled up close to her, he was new. Sans bumped his skull against hers affectionately. He used magic to play with her hair. He made blue sparks dance across his fingertips to land on her lips, leaving trails of sensitivity that made her shiver.

They were only doing what they always did; watching TV together on the weekend. But with one little confession, it became so much more. It got so much better. They were more focused on each other than anything that could have been happening around them.

That was why it was such a surprise when Papyrus came charging through the door.

"EVENING, SANS! I HAD THE MOST INVIGORATING-" Papyrus looked from his brother to Frisk and then back again, confused. "Sans, are you...are you cuddling the human?" (Papyrus still sometimes called her that. She let it slide.)

Previously, Frisk had not known it was possible for skeletons to blush. She hadn't even really seen Sans flustered before. Now, however, his face was flushed a light blue in his embarrassment. An embarrassed Sans? It was very cute, Frisk decided.

Throwing her an apologetic glance, he peeled himself off of her and got to his feet to explain things. "N-naw, bro, Frisk here just hasn't been feeling too well. I was making sure she was okay." Catching Sans' hint, Frisk hitched up her face in a theatrical grimace, sagging against the couch.

"OH, MY! FRISK, ARE YOU ALRIGHT?" Papyrus yelped, leaning around Sans to stare concernedly at her. "Fine, Pap. Just feeling a little sick to my stomach." she croaked. "I don't know if I'll make it home tonight..." Frisk did her best to make her tone sound sad.

Glancing quickly at Sans, she caught him grinning devilishly at her. Clever girl, he mouthed. She winked.

"Well, I don't want you going home in your condition!" Papyrus declared. "I want you to stay here and rest your tummy, and hopefully by morning be able to devour a breakfast that I, the great Papyrus, will lovingly make for you!" He trotted over and gave her several pats on the noggin.

He'd learned that from watching Sans, and while Frisk appreciated the gesture, he always did it just a little too aggressively. She smiled at him. "Sounds great, Papyrus, thanks a ton. No-a SKELEton."

Behind his brother, Sans covered his mouth to keep from laughing out loud.

Papyrus tsked at her, his eyes scolding. Frisk was reminded instantly of Toriel. "I'll cut you some slack because of your delicate condition, Frisk, but really. You're as bad as Sans."

A few hours later, after Papyrus had done more fussing over her and insisted she down a cup of ginger tea before bed, the house was quiet. She was nestled under a cocoon of blankets on the couch, and both of the skeletons were in their rooms.

She couldn't sleep. Today had been too amazing. Frisk replayed every moment with Sans over and over, relishing it like it was her favorite candy in the world. Wow. She would wake up tomorrow, and still be what she had become only today-his girlfriend. That was unbelievable. Morning couldn't come soon enough. Maybe she would-