Echotale - Thought So (G!sansxFrisk)

Going Wrong

*Frisk's POV*

Back in the cell is when it happened.

Back in the cell, when G and I were alone, is when I had planned to let the idea fall into action.

G was in there before me, laying on the bed with a cigarette in his mouth, his legs stretched out before him.

Instead of wondering how I would pull this off, instead of wondering if this would even work, I wondered how he got his cigarettes with his hands cuffed behind his back.

Regret.

Oh I could feel it coming as the door shut and locked behind me.

Regret.

I should have seen it there, I should have seen the fear and worry of what I was about to do.

Though I never listened to myself, no matter how much it would save me.

One of the biggest questions I had to ask myself, was, 'Do I want this?'

All my answer's were the same, a strong and sharp, 'No.'

How I wish I knew the no meant, "Don't do this, don't do this, you will regret it later."

Yet I was desperate to get G on my side, get G's protections.

Maybe that's what prison did to you, maybe that's what made the others snap.

Was the feeling and need of control.

Is that what brought G to his state?

I had convinced myself he was always bad, always wanting the worst in everything, always being the worst in everything.

Yet I could barley think when I walked over to him, swaying my hips slightly so he knew my intentions, but didn't know I was faking it all.

His eyes watched me, and I couldn't read anything they said to me.

When I thought about it, I wondered if they were even saying anything at all.

'Focus,' I told myself as I reached the bed, 'Don't mess this up.'

G's eyes continued to watch me, his body not moving a muscle as I crawled over his legs, making sure to keep myself hovering over him just slightly.

I kept my eyes down, making this seem as casual as I could.

Yet I almost felt like throwing up.

I crawled over him, letting my body graze his leg only slightly before I put my knees at the side of him, my body only inches from his chest.

Was I actually doing this?

Did I think this would work?

The chance was too strong to ignore, and it tapped my head like an addiction while I took out his cigarette, looking into his stone hard eyes.

They didn't flinch, and showed no emotion at all.

How would I know if he enjoyed it or not?

Was the risk really worth taking?

Apparently it was to me, and I rubbed myself slightly against his lower region, the feeling striking through my like an electric shock.

'Do not enjoy this,' I said sternly to myself as I wrapped my arms around his neck, 'Don't you dare enjoy this.'

I had no reason to enjoy what I was doing, so I focused on what would happen if I succeeded.

G would be my control, my protection.