Broken and Fixed - (Reader x Sans)

Ch. 25 ~ Help

This chapter immediately follows the last chapter.  Same conversation happening and continuing.

"You're... really good... at that..." You told him, a little surprise drizzled into your tone. How did he know how to hit all your weak spots?

"i've been wit' a few humans before," he muttered, still pressing his teeth sweetly to your neck, then along your jaw.

"Oh, really?" you asked, your voice breathy. "How many?" He hummed against you while he thought, and the sensation sent tingles around your body.

"four, i think," you didn't think that was a lot. "some of 'em think i'm exotic since i'm a monster an' all, but t' be honest, all monsters are different, so humans were just like a different monster." You thought about it. You assumed that monsters all had little magic perks that gave them each a sort of unique vibe.  Suddenly, you felt a wave of insecurity claw through you.  Was he tired of being with humans?

"That's kinda cool.  Is it... boring to be with humans?  Now that you've already done it?" You asked him, hoping that you didn't sound too defeated.

Sans stopped planting kisses on your jaw, so, a little disappointed and nervous, you let your lids open.

He was giving you a look of confusion, like he was solving a puzzle in his head, before he looked a little deeper into your eyes. Truthfully, it was making you nervous, like he was reading your mind or something. But surely, after already being with four humans, doesn't it get boring? Hell, monsters are all unique, so what's so good about you?

He looked into your pupils for another small second, then spoke up.

"well, it might be borin' t' be wit' another human i could not give a shit about, but, dolly, i can assure ya, there's no one i'd rather be wit' than ya." He told you in his gentle voice.  You shifted your vision between his two white pupils, which seemed to be glowing with honesty.

Yet again, your soul was rendered throbbing in your chest, entangled in a sweet, warm feeling that engulfed it like a hug.  Except that, this feeling, it was much more enlightening, reassuring, and caring than what was usually encasing you.  Your emotions were at ease, supported even.  It felt like a nostalgic heat— a bonfire, maybe— like when you were little, and it was a cold winter night.  Your mother and father would let you drink a warm cup of hot chocolate, and you would make s'mores.  Despite being tight on money, they'd still want you to be happy.

Sans.

Despite living as an assassin who shouldn't feel; who shouldn't allow sympathy or trust in their profession; who had been so broken that their past had left them painfully scarred, he still wanted you to be happy.

You felt happy.

His face lowered to your lips, laying a loving kiss on yours. He placed his hand on your cheek, using his thumb to draw little patterns on your skin. He drew away after another moment, but that was only to plant more kisses upon the skin across your jaw.

"ya wanna know why-" He said between the kisses he laid on you. "-i only want t' be wit' ya?" You hummed a response.

"'s because-" More kisses. "-ya sweet-" Even more kisses. "-an' gorgeous-" "-an' a real friend. ya not-" "-fake, 'r rude. ya care.-"

His kisses stopped, and he made eye contact with you.

"an' i love ya for that."

Oh, stars.

Oh, fucking stars!

He sounded so genuine, so real. As if every word he spoke came straight from the desires of his soul. The very depths of his being. Instead of letting you answer, he spoke up again.