Blood and Bones (OsteoTale Book 2)

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     You wake up slowly, to pain all over your body.

Did you make it? Are you home?

Home.

You open your eyes, and notice that you are in your bed. Your bed, in your home.

Home!

You bolt upright, ignoring the sharp pain encasing your muscles. Your used to that by now.

You swing your legs over the side, curious as to how your friends are without you.

You take a moment to gain balance on your unsteady legs. Bandages cover your body, some stretching as you rise.

One long bandage encases your entire torso. Another one covers your wrist, and one on your ankle. You don't necessarily remember well, but one of your beatings must have sprained them.

You hobble over to your bathroom door. The same door that you walked out of, upside down, the day of the party.

That seems like a lifetime ago.

You look at your mangled body in the mirror.

Your face is heavily scarred, and various cuts and bandaids litter your skin. You are no longer in your hospital gown, but comfy silk pajamas. The fabric feels nice on your sensitive skin.

You look up at the mirror.

This girl in the mirror, is no longer (y/n).

This girl before you is a mangled, scarred woman, who has been to Hell and back.

You sigh, and step out of the bathroom. You hobble to the door, and slip through it.

Relying heavily on the walls, you make your way to the kitchen.

There, right where he always sits, is your life line.

The person that kept you even remotely sane.

The love of your life.

There, at the table, is Sans The freaking Skeleton.

You clear your throat, and watch with a smile as he turns his gaze on you. His eyes light up, and his permanent smile stretches into a happy, true grin.

He laughs, and immediantly rushes over to you.

"My Waterlilly is fine as a flower." He says, twirling you around.

Of course.

You nearly died at the front door, and Sans cracks a pun with your nickname.

His embrace hurts your ribs a little, but you ignore it. You smile wide, and lean into him.

"And my Bone-boy didn't change much!" You say.

He is about to make a reply, but you don't let him. You crash your lips into his teeth, something you have wanted to do for what feels like years.

He is surprised at first, but then the both of you melt together, skin to bone, never to be separated again. It starts soft, but quickly turns into a rough, passion-filled kiss.

You pull away for ragged breaths, before immediantly leaning back in for more. You're sure he can feel your heavy breathing, and he lightens up. Your blood feels like it is on fire, in a pleasent, warm way.

You savor this moment, reveling in it. Making it last for as long a possible. It doesn't last long enough, though.

Eventually you two pull apart, both gasping. Sans doesn't even need to breath, and he is still gasping. Both of you wear the biggest smiles anyone has ever seen.