Just One Night

Bolstered Courage

With a strangled cry, and slightly watering eyes, Frisk slammed the door in Sans' face. Her back pressed to the wall as she slid onto the checkered floor, stifling any noise that would give away her crying. She felt so stupid, how could she have forgotten to close the damn door! And worst yet, she had just given her bony friend an eyeful of her nude form. That was definitely not what she had in mind for him when he finally came home.

Sniffling lightly, she heard his deep, baritone voice from the other side of the door, "Kid, it's okay. I'm sorry for embarrassing you like that." And with that said she listened as his receding footsteps led him to his room where he promptly closed his door. She let out a long sigh and furiously wiped her tears away before standing up and jumping into her warm shower.

Although she was blushing furiously and morbidly embarrassed, she let her mind roam to the look on his face when he had seen her. She couldnt help the smile that came as she pictured how his jaw went slack and for the briefest moment before she slammed the door, she had seen his entire skull light up in a bright blue blush. It was cute the way he had reacted and a bit endearing if she was honest.

Over the past few years she had grown fonder of her skeleton friend. More than she would ever admit out loud. He had become her best friend, and for a time she thought it was reciprocated. She would watch him as he lazily did chores, or the way he would get engrossed in his horror and mystery shows. She loved the way his eyes lit up when he was telling his silly jokes, or the way that he laughed, such a rich and velvety sound. She wasn't blind, he was a very attractive monster, one that which had no problems attracting female attention, but he seemed to prefer his solitude rather than the arm of a woman. She did notice that women came and went but that was only after a night or two of lust. She frowned at the thought before clearing her head and focusing on what he might think of her. She couldn't help but wonder if maybe.. just maybe.. he was seeing her for what she was now: a woman.

She set to work scrubbing her hair with renewed vigor, determined not to let this accident deter her from her goal.. to confront Sans. And for that she wanted to look her absolute best.

~oOo~

Sans let out a shaky breath when unbeknownst to him, the woman who plagued his thoughts stood bare before him in all of her naked glory. He watched as she inspected herself in the mirror, shifting slightly and raising her arm to give him a delicious view of the side of her breast. He was transfixed on her, he felt his throat go dry and his face flush while the magic that gave him more...."human aspects" rise. He coughed and spluttered at the sight before him. In his daze, he stumbled back into the wall with a loud thud. She finally seemed to notice his presence and with a resounding cry, she slammed the door in his face.

He took a few moments to calm down and file that image away for later. He turned to walk away, but before he could, he heard sniffles and what sounded like stifled crying. His face fell as he realized he was the cause of her tears. Without hesitation, he walked up to the door before him and uttered softly, "Kid, it's okay. I'm sorry for embarrassing you like that." He lingered for only a moment, bony hand resting against the cold wooden door as thoughts of joining her shower crossed his mind, but they were quickly dismissed. She was far too embarrassed, far too innocent for those kinds of things. While he still had his wits about him, he turned and walked down the hall to his room before closing the door with a little more force than necessary.

He bypassed all the clothes littering the floor as well as an old pizza box and a few scattered games before dropping face first unceremoniously onto his bed. The room was a literal reflection of him, messy and disorganized, yet oddly welcoming. The walls were a deep black and his bed, although Papyrus teased him for it, was a brilliant blue with matching pillows. The floor was a deep colored gray carpet, when it was still visible. And not surprisingly, the room had a distinct smell of ketchup.

He hugged a pillow close to his face as he let out a frustrated groan. He couldn't believe his luck, the girl that he had been trying to avoid had been naked before him, and while part of his mind jumped for joy, the other more rational side cursed himself for making her cry and putting her in an uncomfortable situation.

His mind kept replaying the same thing over and over. The way she fiddled with her hair and shifted while she checked herself out in the mirror. How soft and supple her skin looked as she moved gracefully, even with the spaghetti sauce clinging to her skin and hair. With another groan, he felt himself grow harder and reluctantly tried to will it to go away. Without any luck in that department, he sighed and resigned himself to taking care of his problem since Frisk canceled out any chance of a cold shower.

Sans closed his eyes and let his memory guide him. The same scene replayed, but now instead of her slamming the door in his face, she turned to him and in her nude state she blushed, the sweetest hint of red dusting across her lovely face. She clasped her hands over her breasts and with a low moan she arched into her own hands, her head tipping back and her mouth opening in a gasp of pleasure, the sight making him blush in embarrassment, but he found that he couldn't look away. He watched, entranced as this dream Frisk teased her nipples lightly, slowly, sensually as she caught his gaze.

He felt himself swell almost painfully and he let his hand sink under his boxers as his imagination kept growing more and more wild.

Frisk then glided over to him, standing before him as she let her hands fall, allowing him drink in her appearance. Her light pink nipples hardened as the cold air brushed against her skin, a shocked glance to her face revealed a slightly dazed expression as she bit her lip as if she was begging for his attention. Before he could even react, he caught her small pout as she gripped his hands and guided them to her stiff peaks. With a moan of satisfaction she rubbed her supple mounds against his hands, her cheeks further darkening, a sultry smile curling her plump lips, and her gaze turning more hungry by the second. She begged and pleaded for him to continue the delicious torture he bestowed upon her, his hands no longer being guided but instead he actively rubbed, tugged, and flicked to his hearts desire, her low moans spurring him on as he hardened almost painfully so. He felt her soft fingers slide over the hard planes of his ribs to rest lightly against his pelvis where she drew faint circles, stirring his need until finally, with a pleased hum, she cupped his length, sliding her hand along him until he shuddered and groaned under her ministrations. He faltered momentarily, his mind clouded with a heady feeling as she guided his head down until she kissed his teeth slowly, passionately, pulling a guttural growl from him as he responded fervently, leaving no part of her mouth unexplored.

His hand grasped his length in a firm hold as he pumped slowly. With the scenario playing out, his ministrations became more hurried and loud as he groaned and hissed in pleasure. He kept as quiet as he could knowing that Frisk was a little ways away and he didn't want her to know what he was doing, but part of him was far too gone to care, and in the furthest part of his mind, he silently acknowledged that it was even more thrilling that she could find out.

He found it so incredibly hard to keep her name off his lips, and when he finally climaxed, he cried out her name before he came all over his hand and shorts.