Bold and Reckless

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Frisk had just finished drying herself off after her shower. She stood in the bathroom naked, with the door closed this time, while she brushed her teeth and took the time to apply a face mask. She wanted to look especially good for the skeleton whose presence grew more and more precious in her heart. She waited until she could wash off the mask by painting her nails a deep shade of purple, which was by far her favorite color as well as a certain monster's.

After rinsing her face she looked back at herself in the mirror and smiled. Her skin was soft and just a tad dewy, as if she had just got out of the shower, which, yeah she did. Her eyes, although they were a strange lavender color, looked beautiful against her tanned skin and they shone with nervousness. Steadying herself with a deep breath, she eyed herself in the mirror, trying her best to muster up the courage to go through with her plan. She needed to speak with Sans, there was no way she could let the situation lie as it was. Although her face broke out into a brilliant blush just remembering what happened between them so recently, her eyes filled with determination. They needed to clear the air between them, and truth be told she couldn't keep hiding her feelings any longer.

Not wanting to dawdle, she grabbed the over-sized teal t-shirt that her mother had made for her the last time she had visited and threw it over her head, foregoing a bra considering it was bed time anyway. She pulled on a matching pair of panties that slipped past her lengthy shirt, and although it was unintentional on her part, they were lacy and made her feel sexy and confident, giving her an extra boost of courage which she desperately needed.

She hummed in approval at her reflection and smiled softly before pulling on a pair of black shorts that hugged her backside quietly nicely, but not terribly tight that they were uncomfortable. Quickly she brushed her hair before it could dry into a tangled mess and swooped up her dirty clothes, before switching off the bathroom light, closing the door softly and starting towards the laundry room, bypassing the brothers' rooms. As she was passing by she heard a groan and her name being called loudly from Sans' room.

She dropped the laundry quickly and hurried back to his room at break neck speed hoping he wasn't under attack. Crime had gotten considerably worse and since they lived in an older home, she was worried someone may have snuck in and hid in his room. The possibility that it could even be someone seeking revenge passed her mind as she neared the door. She hesitated outside the door momentarily, her worry conflicting her rationality to avoid invading his privacy, but her anxiety won out in the end. She gripped the knob tightly before throwing the door open and looked on in shock and slight confusion as she saw him reclining in his bed looking just fine, albeit a bit sweaty and out of breath.

~oOo~

Sans had just finished getting off before the soft thud of something hitting the floor had caught his attention. He swiftly pulled his hand out of his shorts, pulled up an old shirt and wiped his essence off his hand in record time, lying back against the headboard before a slightly damp Frisk came bursting through his door. She looked at him in confusion for a few moments before hesitantly approaching him, minding all of the garbage and laundry on his floor.

"Sans, ar-are you okay?" Her soft spoken question just barely reaching his ears.

"Why wouldn't I be?" He said evasively and with a slight edge of bewilderment in his voice.

"Uh, well you called my name pretty loudly and I thought maybe we were in danger?" Her confusion became almost palpable and he could only blush light blue from the top of his skull down. He didn't speak for a few minutes, his shock consuming any words he wished to speak. In that time Frisk had managed to take a seat beside him on the bed. Her weight dipped the mattress slightly, and he found himself growing nervous as her curious lavender orbs gazed into his searchingly.

"Oh, no. No! We're fine, kid. I just- ah remembered something I wanted to tell you.." he lied, although he was sure by the furrowing of her brow and the slight frown on her face, that she didn't buy it.

As if just now realizing how close she was, he scooted back against the headboard to try and put some distance between them. Her frown only grew as she caught on to what he was doing, and before he could open his mouth to come up with an excuse to leave, she crawled closer and asked in a quiet voice.

"Are you mad at me?"

He shook his head sharply, words still evading him as he realized just what kind of situation they had found themselves in. His thoughts had been completely derailed by the sadness in her enchanting lavender gaze, the way that she had crawled to him slow and unsure yet seductive none the less. He swallowed harshly, his gaze travelling over her petite body that she had so unknowingly put on display, her shirt riding high up her tanned thighs, teasing him with glimpses of the treasure that lay underneath.

Oh my god she's not wearing pants!

"Ah-Um, Fr-Frisk.. Y-You.. uhm.." he stuttered smartly, his gaze flicking up from her voluptuous curves to instead focus on the top of her dress where the top of her sun-kissed breasts had been exposed to his hungry gaze.

Her frown spread further as she watched him floundering before her, his normal confidence and laid-back attitude replaced with nervous energy. He had never had this sort of issue around her before, so why now? 

She paused momentarily before crawling close enough to him so that he had no chance of escaping her, tonight she would have answers and maybe things could go back to normal between them. Gazing into his eyes, she watched, searching for something in him. What she was searching for he hadn't any clue, but as she leaned closer to him, he could only grow more aware of her close proximity, inhaling the pleasant scent of berries and cream that coated her skin. Unbeknownst to him, his eyes fell to half-mast, his gaze softening on the graceful movement of her throat as she spoke softly, although he hadn't a clue what she had said. It was only when she lifted a warm palm to his cheek that he started and gazed into those stunning lilac orbs.

"Why have you been avoiding me?"

He gulped and shook his head to clear the haze that clouded his mind, a gentle hand moving to remove her hand from his face as he shifted away from her intense gaze, "I-I haven't been avoiding you.."

She promptly grabbed his arm and pushed him down onto the bed before settling her weight over him, her face a mixture of determination and hurt. Those hypnotic eyes bore into his own, small beads of moisture collecting in the corners as her small frown and furrowed brow gave away her frustration.

"Liar.."

Sans could only blush at the dominating position Frisk was in. Never before had she done something like this, especially to him, and as his face flushed a brilliant blue, his gaze shifted every which way as he desperately searched for a way out. Of course if it came down to it he could easily overpower her, but he felt somewhat dazed at her boldness, the way with which she commanded his attention and practically forced him to give in to her demands. It was only as small droplets hit the bony expanse of his cheeks that he seemed to snap out of his stupor, white eye-lights resting on crystalline purple, the tears resting in them seeming so out of place on such a beautiful picture as her. He swallowed thickly, his mind a jumbled mess.

"Frisk, why are yo-"

She leaned in and kissed his teeth with tears streaming down her face. His eyes widened at her actions before closing to a half lidded state. He couldn't bring himself to look away from her or the expression of timid hope on her face. He wanted to remember this moment forever, as he finally got a kiss from the woman he secretly loved. Although this would be a bittersweet memory, for he knew he was the reason for her tears. As quickly as the kiss had begun, she pulled back and squeezed her eyes shut before boldly declaring,

"I love you!"

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