Just One Night

Crossing Lines

Frisk kept her eyes clenched shut tightly all the while growing more aware of the passing silence. She didn't want to overreact and assume he didn't want her, but that was where her mind seemed to take her as every moment of silence weighed heavily upon her heart. After a few moments had passed she opened an eye to see him looking openly at her, his emotions easily shone in his eyes. What she saw was a mixture of shock, happiness, fear and anguish. She smiled slightly although a tad bitterly at his thoughtful silence before she brushed her lips gently against his teeth, a sharp contrast to the last kiss they had shared. By no means was it rough, but even she could admit it was very sudden, to which she flushed becomingly in her embarrassment. When she pulled back, the look in his eyes had changed to one of despair.

She looked down at him suddenly in panic and mortification as she realized that he wouldn't allow these feelings to be reciprocated. Her eyes flooded once more with tears as she moved off of him before uttering an apology and quickly dashing to the door. But as soon as she reached it, he had used his magic to lock it and gently, almost as if it was a caress, his magic glided across her skin like a sweet embrace. She found herself pinned to his bed with a wave of his fingers, and even as she struggled to free herself, her eyes couldn't focus on anything else except for the way he lazily moved back from the door to sit beside her on the bed. Realizing that she was staring, she quickly clamped her eyes shut and forced herself to face the other way, her heightened emotions making her feel silly and thoroughly ashamed.

Sans wasn't going to have that it seemed as he leaned over her and tilted her face towards his before his slightly husky voice pleaded for her to look at him. She shook her head and much to her surprise, he asked again, the tone of his voice seeming sad, maybe.. dare she say desperate? The gentleness of his voice broke through her sudden shyness and she couldn't help but turn lilac eyes to his white pin pricks, her thoughts, all jumbled and confused, spilling out before she had the chance to even comprehend what she was saying.

"Look, I get it. I've crossed a line and as much as I want to take it back, I can't! Honestly, I don't even want to take it back! I love you even if you don't feel the same way. That won't change, but I can't keep living like this!" She paused as a sob broke free. Forcing past the lump in her throat, she took a deep, shuddering breath of air before continuing, "Even if you can't return my feelings, I wish you would stop avoiding me! You're my best friend and all that's happened in the last month has been you finding any excuse to be away from me. Why? What have I done?"

Eyes softening, he gazed down at her sadly, reaching out a gentle hand to stroke her cheek despite her heavy sobs. He absolutely hated to see her cry and hated that he was the cause of her tears, he thought as he tenderly wiped the moisture from her eyes. He quickly relased the magic holding her to the bed and gathered the crying woman into his arms, clinging tighter as she shook from the force of her declaration, the overwhelming feeling of dread that came from such a confession. He shushed her softly, rocking her gently in his arms until her crying subsided although her heart reamined heavy with the weight of uncertainty she now faced. She longed for him, yearned to be his one and only, yet she would toss her feelings to the wayside if he didn't feel the same way. She could live with them remaining friends, but to lose him entirely was far too much to handle, and so she clutched the back of his shirt desperately, afraid that if she let go he would disappear again, possibly forever. He made no move to leave, instead he held her close, whispering gentle words of comfort and stroking her hair until she finally loosened her hold enough for him to pull back and gaze into her eyes.

Gentle digits caressed her cheek as his magic formed the soft lips that pecked against her forehead.

"Frisk, I love you too," he whispered softly his heart heavy and voice clouded with emotion.

Her breath caught in her throat whilst her heart thundered almost painfully in her chest. She hadn't dared to hope for the possibility that he may have returned her feelings. Running with that though was dangerous, too risky, but to hear that he loved her back was more than she could believe. She looked into his eyes, searching for any lie, but found there was none. A brillinat smile lit her face as she took in his sincerity, her heart nearly bursting with happiness, but her face quickly fell as he continued.

"But I can't be with you."

She studied him thoughtfully, her eyes once more threatening to fill with bittersweet tears, "Why?"

Crestfallen, his gaze drifted to the silk beneath their bodies, his heart heavy, "Frisk, I.. it doesn't matter what I want. You aren't safe being with me. You know my line of work, the gist anyway. I don't want anything to happen to you.."

Tender fingers brushed his cheek as she guided his face upward once more. Lavender eyes filled with determination as she spoke softly, deliberately to the monster that held her heart, "Sans, I love you. From the bottom of my heart, I do. I don't care about what you do, or what could happen. I want you. Please even if only for tonight.."

She took a deep, settling breath before telling him exactly what she wanted, exactly what she needed.

"I want you to make love to me."