Just One Night

Souls Bared

Sans couldn't believe what he was hearing. The woman of his dreams was asking for him to take her. His mind faltered and his heart began to beat with an intensity he just wasn't used to as he looked into the eyes of the woman before him, searching for any doubt or uncertainty. There was none to be found as he stared into those hauntingly beautiful orbs. Her heart on her sleeve, she laid out all of her love and determination within her softly glowing eyes. His smile widened and without any hesitancy he leaned forward and kissed her lips, his own ghostly lips caressing her slowly, longingly. How he would love her, even if after just one night he knew that forever more he would love her with all of his soul.

Sans grabbed her wrists, his bony fingers sliding softly across her skin as if she was made of glass. Delicate, sensual, woman. His mind was very aware of the difference in Frisk. He had after all spent many years growing up with the woman before him, knew how fragile she was compared to monsters, and yet she was stronger, more resilient than them in some ways. Before she could respond, he pressed his forehead against hers and let out a shaky breath, a testament to his tight control.

"Frisk, are you sure this is what you want?"

She nodded in absolute certainty, not needing any time to think as she made her decision, "I want you, Sans. Please, no more teasing. No more questioning, let's just live here, in this moment," the final words falling off her lips in husky determination as her eyes fell to half mast and her face drew closer to his in a slow, sensual manner.

She leaned forward and captured his lips with her own, somewhere in the back of her mind registering that he had used his magic to form them but she didn't seem to care as she felt the gentle pressure against her lips, urging her on, sliding against her skin softly coaxing her to delve further. She happily obliged, kissing him with fervor, a fire within her soul igniting under his enthusiastic touch. She had never imagined kissing someone would feel this good, this intimate, and she felt lightheaded, almost buzzed as the two kissed urgently, no longer soft and sweet but instead hungry and feverish as they succumbed to their more primal urges. She felt high off of him, as if the world was falling away and only the two of them remained. Nothing else mattered in that moment.

Their lips locked over and over, the brushing of skin and bone continuing for quite some time as they fumbled together through a new experience, one of learning that they were exploring together.

With every kiss, every nibble, and every suck on their lips, they could feel their passion soaring, almost tangible as his hands roamed the soft expanse of her cheek and tangling in her hair while she shuddered and moaned beneath him, her hands clutching the back of his shirt, dragging him closer to her heated flesh.

All too soon the need for air overrode the need for contact, and the two broke apart reluctantly. Sans took the time to study her flushed face, her irises blown wide with an insatiable hunger as she lowered her gaze to his lips once more. He reveled in the pleading whimper she gave as he leaned in to brush feather-light kisses to her cheeks, her forehead, the corners of her mouth, anywhere but the place she wanted them most.

"Sans, please," she practically begged as he moved to kiss the column of her throat, stopping only when she gasped softly and ground her hips into his desperately, needing something more, something she knew only he could give.

Sans gently pushed her down against his comforter and took his time observing her despite her increasing restlessness. He marveled at how her hair splayed nicely on his pillow, spiraling around her heart shaped face in damp curls, her dusty pink cheeks flushed in pleasure making him smirk triumphantly even as her parted lips opened while she panted, enticing him further as he noted the soft swell of her mouth no doubt from their heated kisses. He let his gaze travel down her body where he noted against the strain of her top, her nipples hard and beckoning his attention. Her skin was littered in goosebumps and she shook ever so slightly under his observation, her eyes searching his face with an unusual, and yet not unwelcome heat yearning behind her gaze.