You laid on the couch, staring at the TV. You were feeling kind of better, like you had just had rest for a long time. You turned your head and saw Sans in the kitchen, still making you food. He grunted and threw the bowl away, taking out a can of soup instead.

Nothing ached, and you felt a-okay! You were only a tiny bit dizzy.

"i made soup!!" Sans shouted, running into the living room. He wore cooking mittens as he carried the soup bowl so he wouldn't burn his— wait he's a skeleton, he can't burn his hands. Can he? Certainly not.

...

Maybe? Fuck it, let's just assume he'll get burned.

He sat the bowl onto a nearby table with the gloves. You shook your head. "youre not in the mood for soup? really?" Sans put a hand on your shoulder, rubbing it gently. "No, I'm not, but I do feel a lot better," you smiled and turned to the TV. Sans continued to rub your shoulder. "if you need anything, i'm always here for you, okay?"

He was really pulling this mushy love crap off. If it was anyone else, you highly doubt your heart would be fluttering as much as it was in this moment. "Okay."

"good," He removed his hand from your shoulder and threw his arm over the back of the couch, letting it dangle off the side. You both sat completely silent and watched TV for a few minutes, which was your first fully awkward moment with Sans since you two had started dating.

He suddenly moved his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to him. "you know i don't think we've kissed that much, to be honest." Sans turned his head toward you. "Why are you bringing this up?" You crossed your arms but kept your focus onto the TV screen. "i-i don't know, it was just a realization."

"Are significant others supposed to fill a kiss quota? Was I the only one not told of this?" You asked sarcastically. "er, no, i'm sorry for bringing it up anyway, it was something stupid to say out loud, i should have kept it to myself." His face was tinted with a light purple.

You felt kind of bad. "W-We can kiss now if you want," You offered with a defeated sigh. "But this doesn't count as a full kiss because you practically guilted me into it!" You huffed as Sans chuckled.

"that works for me."

"'That works for me,'" You mocked him with a dramatically deep voice, "Just come here you big sack of ketchup," You tugged him by his jacket toward you, forcing his face onto yours.

Now you see, he was a skeleton so he really couldn't... 'kiss' you, but he did, however, have a tongue, which found it's way into your mouth after a few seconds of the kiss growing more heated. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he grabbed your hair tightly, knotting it up slightly. He moved his face to the nape of your neck, biting at it.

After moving around, he nibbled at your sweet spot, making you jump and stutter. "I-Isn't it a bit-- O-Oohh~~" You moaned instead of speaking when he bit your sweet spot harder.

"hm??" He looked up at you. "I was going to say, isn't it a bit open to do this in the living room?" You watched as he looked down to ponder. "you know that's actually a pretty good point."

"You want to do it in the bedroom don't you?"

"hell yeah i want to do it in the bedroom," He got up and picked you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders. As he walked, he bit at the same spot again and again, making you feel really weak in the knees.

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