Just One Night

Chances

As soon as Sans had warped back into his home, he set off and up the stairs, slowly at first as he hadn't really thought of what he wanted to say. His brain was still telling him this was a mistake and that she wouldn't want him. He still had his doubts and his insecurity sunk into the very fibers of his soul. He was already damaged, his soul cracked in different places, and he was afraid that losing Frisk would be the last straw to finally shatter his soul.

Although it sounded silly that this one human girl had so much authority over his heart, it only made sense to him. Aside from Toriel and Papyrus, he managed to drive everyone away either with his silly puns or his harsh and ruthless reputation. He was no saint, and that was something not needing any testament to. His past would forever haunt him, but hell even his life now would. How long would it be before Paps, Toriel, or Frisk found out the truth? Would he be shunned by them too?

Shaking his head, Sans let out a soft sigh and knocked on Frisk's door, hoping she wouldn't shut him out. It only took a few moments before a shuffling was heard and a sleepy Frisk opened her door, rubbing the dirt from her eye. Thankfully she had changed into a t-shirt, albeit a bit low cut, and had on a pair of shorts. Much better for Papyrus to have seen her in; he hated to admit it, but he was becoming increasingly protective of her. Snapping out of those thoughts, he watched as she kept her eyes closed for a moment while she woke up and stifled a yawn.

"Paps, I told you I'm-" but she never finished. Realizing the skeleton in front of her wasn't his brother, she scrambled to close the door, but with a flick of his wrist a blue light surrounded the door, holding it in place.

"I really think we should talk.." he began in a calm manner.

"Wh-what's there to talk about?" She muttered meekly, crossing her arms over her chest and looking away crestfallen.

"You know damn well what I mean, kiddo." His voice no longer calm, holding an edge of annoyance. This playing dumb shit only furthering his annoyance. "You said some pretty harsh stuff kid, and now it's my turn."

She stiffened at his words. There was no room for argument and with a resigned yet annoyed snort, she stepped back and sat on her bed, patting a spot beside her. He didn't hesitate to plop down next to her as he looked into her eyes.

"So, mind telling me what all of that was about? I mean, we had a good time last night, a bonetacular experience," he joked trying to lighten the mood. She only nodded in response, her eyes focusing on an invisible speck of dirt on the floor.

He sighed before continuing, "Look, Frisk, I understand if you regret it. That had to be a pretty special thing to give up to someone like me, kiddo."

Next thing he knew, there was a heavy pounding in his skull and a dull throb on the top of his head. Frisk looked into his eye sockets with all the anger and sadness she had kept from him.

"No, bonehead! I don't regret it! Not one bit! And I'll have you know, it wasn't wasted, not on you. Damn it all, I love you. I've loved you since the very beginning. Back when you and I shared that meal at Grillbys. When you shook my hand with that whoopee cushion, even though it was such an old trick, you managed to interest me. I looked forward to seeing you every chance I could. Sans, I've been holding back for the last year or two when I finally realized how I felt.." By now Sans was no longer trying to lighten the mood, his jaw set in annoyance even as confusion simmered in his eyes, "So, you've loved me for years, yet didn't bother to speak up?"

"You... never saw me.. that way.." she trailed off, noticing the intense look in his eye. Yes, eye cause now he was staring at her with one eye flickering back and forth between blue and gold. She put a hand over her mouth, shocked into silence, but she never looked away from his gaze.

His mind felt like it short-circuited. Here she was declaring her love for him, her heart on her sleeve, but that still left one question unanswered..

Why did she want to end their relationship?

He stared into her eyes, a mixture of frustration and confusion. Almost as if searching through her being. 'Just like last night' her brain supplied helpfully. She could only gulp and silently pray as he began his tirade.

"So, let me get this straight..." his voice low and deep, almost guttural, "You mean to tell me you love me, that you have for years? You tell me that last night wasn't a mistake? Your virginity was not wasted on me, yet you sat there this morning and told me you wanted.. this.. to end?"

She waited for him to continue, but a sudden pressure on her wrists caused her to yelp in shock.

"That wasn't rhetorical. Answer me."

She nodded, shivering slightly at the overwhelming feeling of anger rolling off him. She knew he would never hurt her, but he had never ever gotten as furious with her as he was now. His grip relaxed slightly but still kept their hold on her wrists.

"So, why pray tell would you start this fight in the first place if you love me? Haven't I shown you I want you? From the very depths of my soul, Frisk, I have tried to be gentle with you, show you how much you mean to me. God, Frisk, why would you push me away?" His last words coming out softer, more.. broken. His grip on her had fallen long ago and now he only stared into her eyes with the saddest expression schooling his features.

Against all rationality, she flung herself into his arms, throwing her arms around his neck and holding on to dear life while she sobbed.

"I know, I'm sorry! I know you didn't start this fight. Hell, Sans, I-I can't help it. Whenever you bring home a girl, I hear them sneak out in the mornings, and when you would stay out all night only to come home disheveled, it breaks my heart. I don't want to be another girl that you leave at the crack of dawn, and I-I thought that maybe if I ended it first, it wouldn't hurt so bad. But I was wrong.." she managed to choke out past the lump in her throat.

After a few minutes, her sobs quieted down and she sniffled into his neck. She felt a weight relax against her before bony hands clutched at her back in a fierce hug.

"Frisk, baby, you aren't like those other women. I never saw them like I do you. I'd never want to just hit it and quit with you."

Her nose scrunched up at his poor choice of words, but he continued onward.

"Frisk, I love you too. Don't doubt that. Last night was great, and I'm so happy that you don't regret giving me your virginity. I tried so hard to convey my feelings to you, to be gentle and loving. Something that would make you smile and look back on the experience fondly. Frisk, I know this was supposed to be a one night thing between us, but I can't.. I don't want this to end.."

She pulled back to look him in the eyes, searching for any uncertainty.

"So what are you saying?"

He smiled softly, kissing her gently on the cheek.

"I love you a skele-ton. Be my girlfriend?"