Determination (Discontinued)

Fourteen

Bare skin against bare skin, messy hair - oh what fun.

Chara had her eyes closed, soft breathing coming from her form. Her head rested comfortably upon Frisk's, giving her gentle kisses.

Frisk's form rested against Chara's, enveloped by tight arms as their fingers intertwined together tightly. Her thumb gently rubbed against Chara's hand as she glanced down, biting her lip slightly.

The Chara-Frisk spooning they would do after such... exercises.

The day progressed into the afternoon, both women refusing to get up from their position in bed. Frisk sighed a little, finally being the first to speak, "So much for cleaning up in the morning," She glances towards the other with a small, faint smile, "although, it was worth it."

Chara only smiled in response, tightening her arms around the girl a little more as she hid her face within her hair, staying there for a moment.

Eventually, Frisk decided to relieve herself from being the little spoon and sit up from the bed, standing and making way towards the bathroom for a second time today. The red-eyed demon watched her part, frowning a little before sighing personally, turning to her right and grabbing her phone from her stand.

She only takes a moment to look at the time, see her missed messages, and sets it down again.

Everyone is irrelevant at this moment, aside from her mother. She's always relevant. If anything were happening, she would be notified right away by herself or anyone near.

Let's just hope that whatever happens is a good thing.

She rested on her backside while Frisk showered. Knowing how many bathrooms Mettaton has in this... house... is ridiculous. But there is only one nearby the room she resides in and it was pretty much occupied. She didn't feel like grabbing a robe and walking halfway across the world just to get to an empty bathroom when she can wait.

However.

Chara had an idea. She threw the cover off of her form and stood from her bed, walking towards the bathroom. The door wasn't locked nor was it shut all the way, and Frisk's heavenly voice was easily heard. She pushes the door open, walking inside.

It's likely Frisk has yet to realize someone has walked inside. Let's keep it that way.

With a devious smirk, Chara, as Frisk's back was turned, slyly pulled the curtains back and stepped inside of the shower. Frisk still hadn't noticed. Or did she and she just didn't express it? Maybe she's used to Chara's entrances during times like these.

And it's not like it's a surprise. She's already seen her naked more than once.

With a quiet chuckle, Chara wraps her arms around Frisk, earning no reaction whatsoever.

"Already knew you entered."

"Dammit. Can I just join you?"

. . .

The shower concluded. Frisk exited the bathroom before Chara fully dressed, Chara following suit in only her undergarments. Between the two, Chara was lazy, and left her hair dampened by the water, and decided to let it air dry. Even though it would take awhile.

...sigh.

Glancing over to her lover, Chara bit her lip. She watched as Frisk, with a bounce in her step, appeared to be happy. Happier than normal, should she be more exact.

"What's gotten you all happy about?" She questions, taking a seat on the bed and leaning back, crossing her legs. "Haven't seen you this happy since Azzy was brought back."

"For your information," Frisk begins, turning on her heels, "You were the one who was excited. I was just happy that you were happy!" This causes Chara to laugh softly, Frisk's expression turning more soft as a faint blush appeared. "But... you don't know how happy I am that you're back."

Chara smiled gently and sat up, holding out her arms. "C'mere, dork," She says softly. Frisk complied, walking over and gladly hopping into Chara's lap, wrapping her arms tightly around her neck. "I know you're happy. I'm glad you're happy." She wraps her arms around her in return, nuzzling her head against her shoulder. "Just.. don't pull that kind of stunt again if it ever occurs."

"Let's make sure it NEVER occurs, then!" Says Frisk in a heap of aggravation. "Do you know how I felt-"

"I can imagine," Chara said calmly.

The two stayed silent for a moment, only the bare sounds of their breathing is heard if they listened thoroughly. Their holds tightened, the rising of their chests slowed briefly.

Until Chara destroyed the moment by running her tongue along the nape of Frisk's neck. "Chara!" She shouts.

"Haha, love you."

i'm back. sorry for the short chapter.