Colors Of The Soul

Ch. 1 First Date

A/N: If you have not read How To Mend A Soul Please STOP and go back and read it first.... otherwise you will be lost... This is the sequel to that book. It is based on Dancetale and it has lemons you have been warned.

Frisk told Mettaton about what happened at the nice cream shop. He, of course, helped her get ready for what Frisk figures to be a special night. It was a simple light blue summer dress. She waited for Sans outside the hotel. Glancing at the watch 5 minutes before 6 .... This is so nerve wrecking. She didn't know what to expect, but at the same time, she could feel her heartbeat strum faster. Maybe he was going to surprise her with flowers. No, he isn't the type. Perhaps he is going to dance with her. That would be really nice. Life was changing so quick for Frisk. It was less than a week ago when they saved Asriel, and now her and Sans were a couple. Life was good.

Sans thanked his stars that he had the abilities he did. Otherwise, he'd be running late. He had said six and, well, things hadn't gone to plan since he'd left Frisk after the ice cream parlor earlier that day to go check up on his supplies and run a few other errands. He'd had to deal with insects and a number of other problems before he could return for the promised star-gazing. It was almost impossible to think that so little time had passed since he'd seen

Frisk, his girlfriend, who the night before had shown him an incredible experience that could be had between the two of them. He treasured her for more than just that though, she had always been something special, and it was only recently he'd had a chance to let her know just how special he thought she was. So, because of the "bumps" he'd encountered, it was two minutes until the hour when he showed up in front of the hotel.

"heya." She turned to meet the gaze of her skeleton boyfriend. Frisk smiled the moment she hears his voice "Sans you are on time for once a new personal best. By the way, you are looking really handsome tonight."

"cute sweetheart." He replied through his smile was a little bigger than usual at the last comment. He had changed out of his usual attire and instead had a dark blue sweater beneath his typical jacket and some thin slacks.

"I always think you look handsome in anything you wear." A rumble like sound seemed to come from him at the comment.

"What do you think Sans? Mettaton helped pick out the dress for tonight. I am so excited to see the stars with you."

"he has good taste, you look better than the stars." She brushed her hair back in a nervous act but at the same time revealing the "tattoo" he left on her and the bite mark from last night's passion.

"Thanks, Sans..." He smiled and offered his arm to her. She intertwined her arm into his and immediately laid her head on his arm. He gave her arm a gentle pat, it was a system he'd talked about using, before he'd left her to run his errands, one to let her know ahead of time that he was going to shortcut. A simple gesture most wouldn't think anything of, but she'd had trouble with disorientation the first several times and without something to distract her during it or beforehand it seemed to have an effect on her stability upon arriving at the destination. Frisk braced herself by closing her eyes and count to five. When she hit five, they'd been there already for a few seconds, when she opened her eyes she saw they were on a hill with a blanket spread out and even a picnic basket. There were some lights on the corners of the blanket so that they could see to eat or drink, but it wouldn't obstruct their view of the stars, the lanterns also gave off an earthy sort of scent of lemon to keep the bugs off.

Frisk just gasped at the sight. If someone had told her that this is what was going to happen to her, she would have taken it as a joke. Things like this don't happen to people like her. Tears instantly pooled under her eyes. "Sans... I can't believe you did this for us...this looks so amazing." She looked up at him, smiling so big that she swore it couldn't get any bigger. He smiled at her, his gaze full of his love and adoration.