Falling for a flame with a family. .

#28

We get back below surface after almost an hour, I sigh and welcome the warmth. We strip ourselves of our snow gear and I retreat to my personal tent to change into some new clothes. There's a knock at the door before I can even change.
"Tesla?" Its Grillby.
"Come in!" I call. The door opens slowly and he steps in, the dark space illuminates with his flames.
"Oh, you wanted to know about the lab visit?" I ask, remembering.
"Yeah, if your comfortable?"
"Yeah, um, I remember everything from before the show, but I'm still hazy with after that," I start. "Um, when I carved open my neck to get the chip out, I had to pull off my shirt to try and keep myself from bleeding out," I licked my lips, trying to find the words. "Sans found me, in a sports bra and jeans, bleeding. He teleported me back to the lab where I was stitched up, but without my shirt some... interesting things were found..." I trailed off. My chest grew heavy just thinking about the picture frisk showed me. I grabbed a strand of hair and twirled it around my finger. My hair is just a few inches past shoulders now, and black, I need to dye it again-
"Tesla?" I snap back to the conversation. I sit down on the small cot, he sits next to me.
"Oh, yeah. They found, unusual.... scars," I say the word breathily.
"Scars?" He looks at me with worry and care in his flaming eyes.
"Um, I don't feel them, didn't even know they were there till frisk showed me," I laughed a little, trying to convince myself that nothing is wrong. "But I bet they hurt when I got em," I shrug.
"Can, can I?" He stuttered but I got the idea. I slowly pulled off my shirt, minding my stitches. I pulled my hair over my shoulder so he could see the scars, I could hear his breath catch.
"They don't hurt," I remind him. I feel his eyes search me, I'm not in a sports bra, it's just a black one with a small purple bow on it. Delicately his fingers trace over the ugly, angry looking scars. I nearly tremble beneath his touch, his warmth against my skin, still kissed by the cold of the falling snow.
"So much for Bikini season eh?" I joke, but he remains silent. His warm hands grip my waist softly, his thumbs rubbing soft circles in my back. My head falls and hangs low, until his hands move around me and pull me onto his lap. His lips graze across my neck, sending shiver up my spine. My cheeks grow a slight pink, I bit my lip. I feel his teeth next, delicately running up my skin. My blush goes from pink, to a lovely shade of firetruck almost instantly.
"Mine," he murmurs, I smile.
"What?" I ask innocently.
"Mine."
His arms tighten around me.
"Yours," I whisper. His lips trail down my back, along the scars. It's all peace until my lungs tighten, they almost cramp. I snuggle closer cot a second before stepping away and throwing on a clean shirt. Me and Grillby make our way to the surface, I light the cigarette and take a puff.
"You still smoke?"
"Nicotine addiction, my body's hooked. Gonna have to work to quit," I shrug my shoulders.
"You know that guy um, Jackson?"
"He kidnapped the queen?"
"He's the descendant of the original fallen human," I look down, unable to meet his strong steady gaze.
"Chara?"
I nod, my whole body is begging me not to tell him the last part because I don't know how he'll react, but he deserves to know.
"He's also," I drop my face in my hands and squint my eyes shut.
"He's what?"
"... my brother..."
He just stopped, completely frozen. Not saying anything, nothing at all.
"And you think that hearing this," he finally speaks up, pulling my hands from my face.
"You think hearing this I'm gonna be, what? Disgusted? A smartass?" He smirks at me. "I mean, come on tesla, there is no use getting upset over something you can't control."
I'm completely dumbfounded, he's using my words. I just look at him as he entry lifts my chin with his fingers, just barely grazing my lips with his before releasing me, but I don't move. The cigarette falls from my hand and hits the snow with a hiss.
"You call that a kiss?"