Sans x frisk

Part:5

Frisk soon discovered that there was much more to what they could do than just kissing. She and Sans got drunk off of each other, sneaking away whenever they could to take the physical side of their relationship further and further. It got to the point where Frisk's every waking thought was devoted to mentally touching his body when she wasn't around him.

And when she was around him...well, he was addicting. It was getting harder for Frisk to be peeled out of Sans's bed. And that was saying something, when Sans had to pull her out of bed. Maybe these days, her bones were lazier than his. Or maybe all of the good times that were had in that bed made it extremely challenging to get the motivation to leave.

At the same time that she couldn't resist his raised eyebrow and come and get me look, she also felt her heart melting for him. She'd thought she'd been in love with him before, but she was mistaken. That was hopeless infatuation. This, however...this was all that, and more. Now that the truth was out between them, their relationship breathed. It lived and thrived and was fed by the strength of their friendship and desire for one another.

If she thought they had been laced tightly from the force of their long, long friendship, this was a whole new realm of closeness that she adored. As her boyfriend, Sans was displaying a new side of himself that Frisk never would have guessed existed. He seemed even more open than he'd been as just her best friend, more at ease. He put in actual effort for her, something that was rarely seen from the laidback skeleton.

Whether he was carrying her up the stairs with his own arms rather than magic because he knew she loved it, or making her brownies at four in the morning (Sans knew how to cook just as well as Papyrus, but did any cooking at night so that his overbearing brother wouldn't suspect and try to guilt him into brotherly-bonding baking experiences), Sans was putting in time and effort for Frisk. She loved that. She was very sure now that she loved him.

They still hadn't told anyone officially of their relationship, but...Frisk had a feeling that they were being caught onto. Undyne always waggled her eyebrows and grinned suggestively when she saw the two of them out and about, and Alphys-who was always with her-would giggle behind her hand and shoot Frisk an apologetic look for her girlfriend's behavior. Toriel pinned Sans with a stern expression whenever he visited and she thought Frisk wasn't in the same room, but still spoke kindly to him. Mettaton had always teased Sans about having a thing for Frisk, but now, his accusations were entirely accurate. Not that Frisk would tell him that he was correct.

And of course, Papyrus still showed no signs of having a single clue. Frisk loved him dearly for his nearsightedness.

Currently, Frisk and Sans had been together for three months. In that time, she may as well have officially moved in with her favorite skeletons; Papyrus had breakfast and an encouraging note for her on the counter every morning, and Sans kissed her awake. Pap still assumed that Frisk slept on the couch, because Sans magicked her back down the stairs before he awoke for the day. She felt so at home here.

Frisk of course felt at home with her adoptive parents, but living with the skeleton brothers felt like living with roommates, in a way. One of those roommates just happened to be incredibly sexy when he wanted to be, as well as sweet and doting. The other loved spaghetti too much. Being among friends all the time was immensely liberating.

Being slammed into the nearest wall by a sexually frustrated Sans was also...liberating. Frisk had seen the looks he'd been shooting her, the entire time they had been out and about with their friends. Preparations for moving the entirety of the monster population Aboveground had kept them all apart for months, and it was Alphys' idea to have a stress-free day out.

Frisk had had a lot of fun. Hanging out at Undyne's place and watching the hostess compete fiercely with Papyrus in various challenges of body and spirit always made her laugh. Those two were as bad as siblings.