Can I take you to Dinner? Mafi-fell!Sans x Reader. [COMPLETED]

Denial.

Sans had fallen asleep with a smile- and had woken up with a bigger one.

He turned on his side towards your sleeping form, positively beaming. You... You-!! Were his wife-! Fiancé— thing.... his little lady-! His woman! He was ecstatic. You could've been a sensible prude and said 'no-' but you didn't-!! Sans had sleepily vowed that you didn't have to rush things, there were still things that needed time- needed nurture. You two hadn't had the best.... history. He wanted to try and repair that- make it up to you- and he was willing to wait as long as you were to make that happen.

For now, you promised yourself to him, and that was more than enough for the rugged skeleton. He pulled your form to him, shifting under the sheets as your back met his ribs, his bony arm slinging over your waist with a comfortable sigh. His skull sank back into the pillow.
(A.N: I know the bone's names but there are so three so it'd be kinda hard to say 'his radius, ulna and humerus slung over you-' XD)

He had found a piece of heaven- though still only a sinner- he had still found it. And he wasn't about to let it go. His sockets jarred open as you rolled over with a small moan that made him smile hugely. Last night was....... fun. Yeah, fun. "Mornin' wifey-" he greeted in classic fashion, watching you cling to his ribs with a slobbish shake of your head. "Sore-" you groaned tiredly, legs pressed together. He grinned in wolffish suggestion, lightly scratching the crack in his skull. "I might have a remedy for that-" he began suggestively. "Sans. No." He laughed at this as you lightly pushed him towards the edge of the bed- "Shower." You ordered, him rolling his sockets. It was just dry blood-!

"A'right, A'right—" He rose before looking down at you fondly. You peered up at him.... His wife. He shook his head with a chuckle, crouching down besides you. "What's wrong?" He kissed your forehead with a smile. "Nothin'. Nothin' at all." With that and a gentle ruffle of your hair, he trailed out of the room, closing the door behind him. You were pink. When did he become so.....? You sighed, smiling to yourself. 'Maybe...' you thought, black capturing your gaze again- 'he was always like that....'

—

You re-awoke to Sans sitting on the edge of the dipped bed, doing up the buttons to an ironed black collared shirt. As if sensing your stare on his back, he cocked his head to look at you. "Ya gonna get up??" He asked, amused. You shook your head, bringing the sheets up around your shoulders. He chuckled at this, turning back around. "Gonna have to eventually- I have a lot of gloating to do." You raised a brow before sitting up. You eyed the sheets, biting your lip as you raised your gaze. "Sans?" He raised a phalange to stop you. "Ah- ah-! That's future husband to you-" he smirked. You rolled your eyes with a smile. "Can I ask you something?" He turned, smiling. "Anything."

"What was Asgore like?"

He froze.

His smile slowly deteriorated, surprise capturing his skull. "What do you mean?" He grumbled finally, frown etched above sockets. "I mean when you used to work for him- was he nice?" He was silent before turning away. You were kneeled behind him, frowning. "You said you wouldn't shut me out anymore." He grimaced, continuing slowly with the buttons. "I know, I know what I promised bub, working for Asgore's a bit of a touchy subject." "I know- but I just want to understand- I want to understand why you guys are in a war. He just misses his wife-!"

Sans suddenly laughed, a bitter sound. "Was that what he said? Oh sweets— C'mere." He beckoned, you cautiously crawled towards him before being propped up into his lap. He cleared his throat. Oh boy. "Asgore was nice enough- for a king and what not. Handled the operations well, kept a tight fist on the monster community- y'know, king stuff— at least, better than back home." He admitted. You frowned- "But that was your home... wasn't it?" His sockets widened a fraction before letting out a low hiss, skull scrunching. Shit-!