Colors Of The Soul

Ch. 17 Steam

Sans and Frisk had spent the first few hours of the next day picking out a bed and other furniture that was shipped off to the new house. As far as the rooms went, the two upstairs weren't used, well one was temporary storage while the other was left alone. Sans had gotten some paint and had been sitting on the couch they'd bought, stretched out with his hands behind his head as his magic had painted the room he was relaxing in. Frisk, on the other hand, started to make supper in the kitchen. They grabbed some essential ingredients earlier. She made a classic spaghetti.

"Hey Sans..." She leaned in to watch him paint, or more accurately, watching the brushes paint the walls. "I see we are really brushing up on our painting skills." She teased.

"i had an ink-ling you'd notice, and i didn't wanna paint myself into a corner or nothing."

"I just finished supper..." She brought in two plates of spaghetti, "thought you might miss your brother's cooking." He sat up, making room for her on the couch.

"that's sweet of you." The brushes were set aside for the moment so he could concentrate on the meal. Frisk got up and grabbed herself a pop and him ketchup to drink than sat next to him enjoying the meal.

"this is great hun, thanks." He kissed her cheek after one bite.

"Thanks... it is nothing much..." sShe blushed as she continued to eat.

"it's good, but i know something that tastes better." He comments, a bit of a teasing tone before taking a drink of the ketchup. She laughed.

"Hey my cooking is good, I can always add glitter."

"nah, not what i meant." Frisk took his hand and gently set down the ketchup bottle before placing her lips against his teeth.

"I knew what you meant..." He sighed a little into the kiss, his soul thrumming in his rib cage with his love and happiness. She lay against his shoulder, enjoying this moment.

"This is... I can't describe this feeling..."

"a little slice of what humans call paradise?" He asked.

"I knew I picked you for a reason mr. scientist."

"because you wanted to pick my non-existent brain." He teased back.

"Maybe, but I love the fact you can seamlessly read my mind. I am glad you are spine." He chuckled.

"me too, though it took a lot of backbone to get this far. i have enjoyed getting here mostly." She chuckled.

"Tibia honest I would be a bonehead to turn you down." She started to laugh.

"i won't fib-ula, it would be spine-tingling to think of such a thing."

"I wouldn't do it to your toe I soul-ly belong to you."

"well, i second that and what we feel is the heart of the matter." She took his hand into hers and pressed it against her heart.

"I love you, Mr. Gaster." His gaze softened to one of loving devotion.

"i love you right back."

"Sans... I was wondering, I know that mom was a little overboard, and we discussed having a party anyway... Why don't we get married?"

"that sounds like a plan to me, then we could have a reason to invite our human friends too and not have them be confused." She nodded in agreement.

"So I will have to get used to the name Frisk Gaster. Frisk Gaster... Hello, my name is Frisk Gaster, and this is my husband, Sans Gaster." She began to blush like crazy. He gently cupped her face with his free hand, smiling.