Colors Of The Soul

Ch. 12 Loving Souls

She took his hand gently.
"I love you, Sans... I will wait for you until you are ready." A quiet chuckle came from him.

"truth be told... i've been waiting for you."

"You...been waiting for ...me?" She blinked back tears in her eyes... "How long?"

"since our last dance." The last time they had danced had also been the second time; it had been among the echo flowers in Waterfall.

"It was so romantic so nice..."

"we moved so perfectly then... that when it ended... i just knew. I couldn't live without you, but... i knew i couldn't push it either. not with what was happening and because i didn't...." He seemed to hesitate, but after a moment he went on, his voice held a bit of a tremor to it.

"i didn't want to scare you off." She took his hand.

"If your horrible jokes haven't done that nothing could..." She pushed her head against his forehead. "You never made me feel afraid of you not one bit... I am the one who has the devil living within me. You should be afraid of me."

"i'm not. that devil isn't a part of you. even if it is in you." She glanced at his eye lights.

"I love you... so much ... I wish you could read my soul..."

"well, that kinda comes with being bonded. we should talk about this in the morning."

"I need to know one thing before we go to bed Sans... Do you truly forgive me for hurting your brother? I punched him not Chara... I can't let that lie in my soul if you can't forgive me." He met her gaze.

"i know you didn't mean to hurt him, that you'd never do anything to purposely hurt him; so yes. i have." She took his hand and gently kissed it before going to bed. He'd smiled and then crawled into bed himself next to her, gently draping an arm around her as he settled into an exhausted slumber. The morning came... birds were singing, flowers blooming, and on days like these.... couples like them should be bonding.

Frisk awoke under his arm. She turned over lazily looking at San wondering what it is like to greet him as a husband.

"Good morning ...husband to be." For once, he was looking back at her, it seemed that the sleep he'd gotten was enough that he was awake as well. A flush crossing his cheekbones at her words.

"morning."

"No starlight this morning" she took her fingers across his facial features.

"pretty sure i've stopped seeing stars due to the angel in front of me." Now it was her turn to blush, and she stopped what she was doing and sat up on the bed.

"Pretty sure you are reading Paps flirting books again." A chuckle came from him.

"nah, honestly... those are strange books, dunno who wrote them but they don't know how to properly flirt... pretty sure Paps picked up his skill from either you or watching Mettaton at it." She smirked.

"Me a flirt ... " She had to think about it a second. "I didn't realize how big a flirt I was... my god, I just went and flirted with everyone didn't I?"

"mmm, i was jealous over it at one point even though i remembered you were a kid at the time and probably didn't really realize what you were doing."

"Yyyou were..the feeling of jealousy is the worst feeling. It is own personal hell."

"yup. don't i know it. it was two days before we were supposed to meet you at the memorial. Mettaton was talking to Paps about all their memories of you, and that came up. i had the strongest urge to dust that tin can but... i couldn't do that. especially not to Papyrus."