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.

"i like the sound of that..." As if it wasn't evident from the way his soul seemed to be radiating happiness.

"I like the way it sounds too, Sans Gaster or should I say Comic Sans Gaster." She said teasingly with a flirtatious tone.

Gag me. Chara put in. Her face dropped. She couldn't believe of all the times.

What do you want Chara?

To stop listening to you two stumble like you're drunk over a NAME. Sans frowned slightly, sensing the interruption.

You are just jealous of us.

Oh please. I'd rather be brought back to life and then stabbed again.

Come on can't you just be happy for us?

And why should I?

Because we could be happy together... all three of us.

Oh please, don't get your hopes up. I could never be friends with that comedian let alone whatever this thing is you're proposing.

"Look you have to choose if you want to be happy or not, okay." Frisk stating to apparently Sans. He nods.

Ugh.

Frisk looked at her mate.

"Well I had a nice chat with my roommate she says hi by the way."

Bullshit, stop putting words in my mouth!

"She loves the house and truly wants the best for us."

Frisk.....

"that so?"

"Oh yes... "

You say one more word Frisk, and you'll regret it.

She stopped. Chara has been known to not break her promises. She just smiled sheepishly at Sans before starting to pick up the plates and put them away. He didn't really believe Chara would say any of that but was slightly amused as he had the feeling his mate had been doing that to purposely annoy the other as payback for interrupting them.

After awhile Frisk resumed cleaning until nightfall. Where Frisk collapsed into the couch exhausted. Sans put his arms around her. He hadn't moved from the sofa, but the room was now freshly painted, and everything was spotless.

"Wow, Sans, this looks really good." Her clothes were a mess from all the dirt.

"thanks."

"Hey, when is your next show I want to go to it?" Frisk asked starting a conversation.

"next month, the sixth i believe." He replied even as his mind was mulling over something else as he took in the picture she made.

"I would like to go if you don't mind." Frisk was exhausted, but she tried to hold this conversation as long as she could.

"i'll make sure you can. though i think there are a few things still left for tonight that need seeing to." Before she was aware of what he was up to, he'd scooped her up and was carrying her off to the bathroom, his magic already working to get her out of the soiled things before they were all the way there. Dumping the dirty clothes into a pile for later as he moved towards the bathroom, the light flickering on.

Frisk blushed deeply he never gone so bold before to just do this. It was her that propositioned him into this. She giggled at this whole new experience letting him take the lead. He set her on the side of the circular tub and got the water going, making it hot enough to relax her but not so hot it would burn. He discarded his own as the tub filled up and then slipped them both into the tub; turning it off before it got to high and began to gently wash her off, the warm water easing the aches of the day while his fingers glided over her skin and washed away any dirt.

As tired as she was she still couldn't help but want to please him as well, so she let out a soft moan to see where his intentions were. He stilled a moment before shifting to wash her off, a soft chuckle coming from him. That wasn't his intention. He moved to finish getting the soap off.

"Next time then..." She said lustfully.

"when we're both not tired." He agreed.

"You know I thought it is supposed to be after we have kids the sex life disappears." She laughed. He chuckled a little.

"you don't know monsters then... cuz that actually doesn't happen. i just chose care and sleep tonight over what can be done in the morning."

"I like that choice, Sans. Thanks, baby for helping me." She was so exhausted between Chara, the cleaning, telling her parents... it was a long day. Sans nuzzled affectionately against her shoulder in response. She purred against him. She loved it when he did this. He loved being close to her, moments like these... he was going to treasure because he was too aware of how it could have been ripped away from him even before he'd have a chance to have them. He was delighted and it showed, in little ways. Once he was done getting them clean, he used his magic a big to levitate her so he could get out and not worry about dropping her then dried them both off; wrapping her in one towel before carrying her off to the bedroom where the new bed awaited.

She laughed as she finally hit the bed. She was so grateful for everything that she had, but she couldn't help but say.

"Sans you have a built-in the human wash on you." He seemed amused by this.

"seems to be automatic."

"Well if we did it manually there'd be a lot more noise." She teased.

"do i detect a kink in there somewhere?" She busted out laughing.

"Sans that is so bad..."

"i should try to do bed-der then." He replied as he climbed into the bed after her. She couldn't stop laughing.

"Oh, sheet..." She added.

"cover up there before it gets the better of ya." She stopped laughing and cupped his face.

"I just want to tell you I love you and thank you for making each day so amazing..." She gently kissed him. He flushed, returning the kiss gently.

"and here you think i'm the romantic of the two of us." She blushed and smiled at him.

"i love you Frisk, goodnight."

"Goodnight..." Frisk said letting herself drift asleep. Sans snuggled against her as he drifted off. The next morning Frisk got up early to surprise Sans with breakfast in bed. Scrambled Eggs and Toast. Frisk tried to come up the stairs as quiet as possible so to surprise him. She was almost up to the stairs when one squeaked.

Her face scrunched up at the sound of the floorboards betraying her. She still had the determination that he was asleep, so she went into the room with the food. She wasn't disappointed, despite the squeaky step, it seemed she had indeed made it up the stairs with the food without disturbing her mate's slumber. She gently went up to him and kissed his forehead.

"Good morning Sans... I made us breakfast." She gently says to her mate. There was a quiet yawn in response, at first.

"Do you need another kiss to help you wake up there..." She teased him.

"maybe." Was the mumbled reply. She set the plates on the nightstand as she leaned in and gave him a loving long kiss before breaking it.

"Good morning love." His arms were around her in a moment. Keeping her there.

"good morning."

"I made us breakfast... although it seems you are interested in desert."

"desert is always good." She pulled away before it got too heated they had too much to do today to just play. She handed him the plate of food as she began to eat herself. He sat up so he could eat, but snuck kisses to her cheek and other parts between bites. Enjoying himself far too much. The moment she finished eating she had enough of his teasing and pinned him down and kissed him.

"Momma always said desert comes last."

"yeah... but since when do you follow the rules?"

"Only the ones that make me want more..." She started to nip at his neck gently then allowed her tongue to play against his spine. He flushed, a sigh of pleasure escaping; he loved the way she affected him... How she could do so with words as much as touch. She removed his plate there was a little bit of toast left. "You didn't finish your meal... tsk tsk" She teased as she started to make out with him, slowly putting her tongue in his mouth and exploring the inside before breaking away.

"Damn I am a good cook." She licked her lips.

"you taste better though." He remarked.

"We can have a taste test challenge. Who tastes better? Me or you..."

"how do you propose we decide a winner?"

"Oh it will be cheering based, whoever gets the most "cheers" wins."

"and how do we keep track of that?" One hand lightly played with the ends of her hair as he stared up at her, curiously amused at the idea and wondering what she would come up with.

"Oh, maybe we can leave little marks on each other for the round they win." She aimed to lose.

"i'm game."