Some sketches when I think back to what I expected when first approaching @smallpersiankitten‘s Must Love Animals, versus what we actually got story-wise. Inspired by the latest chapter
I must say... I was SO not disappointed!! XD
That recent chapter was really good though. The whole licky-licky thing... <3 Yes yes, it pleases me :V Moar pls.
Summary: When you bought the ticket for the weekend getaway cruise with Papyrus, you never imagined it to play out quite like this. Were you complaining? Hell no.
Dating a big, hunky skeleton, you knew that life was full of surprises.
Papyrus wasn’t exactly…subtle. His personality was twice as big as his stature, and his heart bigger still. But you loved that about him. You loved that he had so much passion for life, that he could hold so many interests. That he cared so deeply and genuinely for the people in his life. You were just lucky to be one of them.
What you honestly didn’t expect was for him to score another ticket on the cruise you’d reserved for him.
Sure, it would’ve made sense that you’d go together. But your wallet said otherwise. You wanted to spoil him. You wanted him to have the time of his life – and he could, even when he was alone! He would’ve come back from the trip with numbers from all sorts of different people who wanted to hang out with him after the fact. Other pasta lovers who would see his incredible palate and invite him to all sorts of cool events to share their interest.
But he put that all aside. He shelled out a few extra bucks to tack you on as a passenger, despite all of your protests. Because he said he would rather not “SPEND THE WHOLE TRIP DREAMING ABOUT THE LOVE OF MY LIFE”. It was adorable, heartfelt, and pretty much made you look like a complete dork for not inviting yourself in the first place.
How could one monster be so damn sweet?
You settled in your seat next to him and leaned on his shoulder. “Ugh, flying is so boring.”
“HOW CAN YOU SAY SUCH A THING? WE ARE LITERALLY GOING TO BE SOARING THOUSANDS OF FEET IN THE AIR ABOARD A RELATIVELY SMALL CRAFT AT AMAZING SPEEDS!!!”
“Pfft, oh my gosh. Don’t let Sans hear you nerd out like this, he would never let you live it down.”
“WELL IT’S TRUE. MY BROTHER MAY NOT BE AS COOL AS I AM, BUT HE IS VERY SMART. AND HE HAS GOOD TASTE IN THINGS TO MARVEL ABOUT.”
The flight would only take a couple hours. Much more convenient than driving. Your luggage was in the back of the plane – hopefully – and you had a pair of headphones that you planned to plug in to watch the movie. Papyrus had a word search that he brought with him to keep his mind sharp with puzzles. They weren’t really as prevalent here on the surface, and he prided himself in being Great at them.
“OOH, THIS MOVIE LOOKS GOOD.”
“You want to watch it with me?”
“YES!!! I AM VERY GOOD AT MULTITASKING. WOULD YOU LEND ME ONE SIDE OF YOUR EARBUDDIES?”
You laughed at his request. God. So cute. You handed them over and stuck it in his external acoustic meatus. Just right. Papyrus hummed with interest and leaned forward in his chair, stretching his legs out happily as the flight attendant came down with the snack cart.
You weren’t one for sleeping on such a short flight, as tempting as it was. His sporadic chuckles and the familiar hum of his magic would’ve been a sure way to drift off, even with all the discomforts of the small seat and the looming threat of airsickness.
You felt Papyrus reach down for your hand when there was a small bout of turbulence. He pretended not to worry, but his furrowed browbone and his short intake of breath said otherwise.
When the plane landed, it was up to you to get out as soon as possible so you could make your way to the boat. But of COURSE everyone all stood up at once to scramble out of their seats and grab their things. Papyrus was too nice to shove his way into the crowd, so the both of you ended up being the dead last ones out of the plane. You would’ve decked him if you didn’t love him so much.
But Papyrus was the one that carted around your luggage. He was the one that asked for directions when you got lost in the unfamiliar airport, and he was the one that kept his pace slow enough for you to walk alongside of him.
“OH, I AM SOOOO EXCITED!!! WHAT SHALL WE DO FIRST? I THINK WE SHOULD CHANGE INTO OUR BOAT ATTIRE AND MINGLE WITH THE OTHER GUESTS. THEN EAT HORS D’OEUVRES LIKE TINY SHRIMPS AND COCKTAIL SAUCE. I WILL LET YOU CONSUME MOST OF THOSE.”
You grinned at him. “So, I called the cab company and got us something fun.”
“DID YOU? WHATEVER COULD IT BE?” He hummed and paused at the front doors. “OH! IS IT A RENTAL CAR? ONE THAT LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE THE ONE I HAVE AT HOME? THAT WOULD BE MY FAVORITE.”
“Pfft, no! C’mon, let’s check it out.”
You told the driver what you would be wearing, but honestly, they probably used Papyrus’s appearance as a dead giveaway in who to pick up.
A musical honk resounded down the street. It was full of whimsy and caused a ripple of laughter from people waiting on the sidewalk for their rides. Papyrus looked down the street and his eyesockets lit up, bubbling with unshed tears of excitement.
“OH MY GOD!!! IS THAT—?”
You knew you were going to regret this. The secondhand embarrassment would probably consume you. But when the cab company said they had something specialized just for members of this cruise, you couldn’t resist.
The entire car was in the shape of a bowl of pasta.
Spaghetti, specifically.
The wheels were painted to look like meatballs. Giant noodles with brightly colored tomato sauce sat on top in a ceramic statue. It even played Bella Notte through the speakers out the side. All in all, this was the cheesiest fucking thing you’d ever done.
And he loved it.
“Paps?”
“WOWIE. THIS IS…INCREDIBLE…” He wiped the tears on the back of his hand, trying to shy away from you to minimize how overwhelmed he was. His voice quivered. “YOU GOT ME A RIDE IN A SPAGHETTI CAR. I DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW I AM SUPPOSED TO REACT. WE ARE IN PUBLIC.”
You laughed slightly as the driver stepped out to help you with your bags. “Well, we can always make up for it later, okay?”
“YOU ARE…RIGHT…” He sniffled. “I AM GOING TO GET YOU BACK FOR THIS, YOU KNOW. AS THE BEST BOYFRIEND EVER, I CANNOT LET YOU WIN ON OUR TRIP. TRUST ME WHEN I SAY THAT I WILL GO ALL OUT FOR THE REMAINDER OF THE WEEK!”
You really didn’t want him to, but there was no stopping him. You just smiled and nodded.
After you shoved everything in the backseat, you and Papyrus climbed into the back of the van. It was roomy for the both of you. Between the plasma TV hanging down to welcome you to the weekend getaway with a personalized message scrolling along the screen, the complimentary glasses of champagne, and the free shot glasses with your names engraved, you were sold. If you had to ride in this abomination just to get the special treatment for the rest of your life, you totally would.
“SO HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE TO GET TO THE BOAT?”
“Should only be about half an hour. Traffic’s light enough,” the driver responded.
“GREAT! WE UM, ARE GOING TO NEED THIS UP. THANK YOU.” Papyrus pressed the button and the privacy window rolled up.
“N-no way, Paps!”
“YES WAY.” He cackled with glee and tackled you in your seat, a high-pitched laugh torn from your throat when he cuddled you to his chest. He couldn’t stop peppering your face with skelekisses. It wasn’t even overwhelming, either.
A long time ago, you would’ve regarded this with minor disgust and major discomfort. But with patience and time, this sort of thing brought you unrivaled joy. And he was too cute to deny with those glittering eyes and his SOUL singing your name.
You reached up and put your hand on his cheekbone. “So? Pretty cool, huh?”
“THE COOLEST. YOU JUST WAIT. WHEN WE ARE ALONE…” His face tinged pink. “BUT I AM NOT GOING TO SPOIL THE SURPRISE BY TALKING ABOUT ALL OF THE SAUCY THINGS WE ARE GOING TO DO.”
“S-saucy?”
“OH YES, THE SAUCIEST.” He winked. “YOU WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE BUT MY STRONG, MUSCULAR BODY AND MY KNEE-WEAKENING KISSES.”
The driver laughed up front. He could hear you. OF COURSE. You pretended not to hear it and instead rested in his chest, trying to catch wind of his magic flowing through his bones. He stroked your hair and you watched the city pass you by through the tinted windows.
Papyrus helped you step out of the van and you stared in wonder at the sight.
Oh man.
This was like…the nerdiest thing you’d ever seen.
You weren’t the only couple. There were plenty of older people around, dressed head to toe in paraphernalia that screamed pasta connoisseurs. Some of them had hats with noodles drawn in bold, stylistic lines all over the side. One person had a shirt that read, “This outfit cost me a pretty penne”. Worst ever. Sans would’ve loved it. It was hard to tell whether these people were serious, but you couldn’t judge. Everyone seemed impressed you’d rolled up in a van decorated like a plate of spaghetti.
“Hi, there! Can I have your names?”
You introduced yourselves and got fancy badges to wear on the boat. Just something to get you in and out of your rooms as well as let the others know who you were. The greeter handed off another glass of champagne to you, which you sipped at while you started your ascent onto the boat.
“You two will be staying in the Capellini Suite!” Why was this a thing. Why was everything themed. “If you have any suggestions or special requests, please don’t hesitate to message us on the laptop we’ve provided you. It’s a way for you to order room service, find events that are going on, and keep in contact with your personal assistant.”
“IS THIS WHAT HUMANS CALL…HEAVEN???”
The girl laughed. “I like your enthusiasm. Well, here we are! The buffet tonight opens at six, so make sure you guys don’t fill up on anything else by then!”
It was just the two of you. You plopped down on the floor and opened up your suitcase, trying to find the shorts and shirt that you bought just to wear today.
“WELL? HOW DO I LOOK?”
In the midst of your rifling, you hadn’t even noticed Papyrus change. You glanced up.
He had on an old-school yacht captain outfit. With a double-breasted jacket, a captain’s hat, gold buttons and detailed sleeves. You had no clue where he was keeping it, and you didn’t care. Because he even had a fake pipe stuck between his teeth, something that blew bubbles instead of bitter smoke.
You fell over laughing. Papyrus grinned at you, not bothered at all by your reaction.
“I KNOW. CLEARLY YOU HAVE GONE MAD WITH HOW HANDSOME I AM. BUT YOU WILL HAVE TO KEEP YOUR HANDS TO YOURSELF UNTIL AFTER DINNER.”
“Papyrus, where did you even get that?”
He joined you on the floor to help you unpack, tossing the pipe on the bed so it didn’t get in the way. “WELL, I WAS LOOKING UP COMMON ATTIRE FOR SITUATIONS LIKE THIS, AND I MANAGED TO STUMBLE ACROSS SOME VERY INTERESTING SOURCE MATERIAL. I WAS INSPIRED. SANS AND I CAME TOGETHER TO MAKE THIS.”
“Wait, you didn’t rent it?”
“NO. WELL. WE MAY HAVE HAD SOME CONSULTATION FEES WITH MUFFET…” A few beads of sweat ran down his temple. “BUT ALPHYS HAS IMPROVED HER SEWING QUITE A BIT SINCE HER TIME COSPLAYING ON THE SURFACE. SHE, SANS AND I ALL COLLABORATED TO CREATE THIS!”
“Well. I love it.”
You did, too. It didn’t matter that it was out of place and a little goofy. It was so him it hurt. He saw this as an opportunity and took it. His confidence would win everyone over, and no one would really care too much considering how ridiculous this cruise was already. So if he wanted to strut around in something like this, who were you to stop him? You loved him because he was unafraid to be himself.
“GOODIE!!! THEN I HOPE YOU KNOW THAT IT’S A GIVEN YOU ARE MY…FIRST MATE.” He chuckled and unfolded the shorts you’d been looking for. “AH! ARE YOU GOING TO WEAR A SWIMSUIT?”
“Maybe with just the two of us.” You pecked him on the nasal bone. “Speaking of which, we should check the rest of the room out. See anything cool?”
It was amazing. As weird as this boat was, their decorations weren’t as over the top as you thought it would be. A TV against the back wall. A giant bed with fluffy pillows and comforter. Along the walls there were pictures of basic scenery, including fields of flowers and clouds. Maybe something to remind everyone with claustrophobic tendencies that this was temporary and land still existed out there beyond the water.
You, however, were more interested in the full-sized bathtub that had its own jetstream.
“Holy shit. Oh my god. You can change the settings to rival a hottub? Are you serious?!”
Papyrus wasn’t sure what the big deal was, but appreciated your enthusiasm anyway. “IT DOES LOOK VERY RELAXING. LOOKIE! THERE ARE OILS AND SCENTS HERE.”
“Oh man. I’m gonna dump you, Papyrus. I’m sorry.”
“WHAT??? WHY?! WHAT DID I DO???”
“I’m starting a love affair with the tub.” You grinned at him.
He scowled. “DO NOT PLAY WITH MY EMOTIONS!!! YOU NEARLY MADE ME FAINT!”
“Aw, sorry!” You laughed and tugged on his clenched fist, bringing it to your waist. His expression softened when he squeezed the soft flesh there. “I guess I’ll have to find a way to make it up to you, huh?”
“YOU’D BETTER,” he threatened playfully, diving in for another hard kiss that forced you to wrap your arms around his neck.
As fun as it would’ve been to goof around more, you were going to walk the deck and check the rest of the ship out. The buffet was about an hour away, but until then, there was a lot going on.
“WOWIE. LOOK AT THAT!”
You squinted. “Caricatures?”
“WE ARE GETTING SOME. BUT THEY HAD BETTER CAPTURE MY DEVILISHLY GOOD LOOKS.”
He plopped down on the chair and forced you to take a seat on his lap so he could hold you. You weren’t sure how the guy was going to get the both of you in the picture. Between his massive height and your massive weight, it was a little hard to tell if it was going to be offensive. But you played along, knowing full well that the point of the picture was that it was supposed to be exaggerated.
No one seemed to mind you at all, either. The entire boat was full of couples from all walks of life. It made you happy seeing humans and monsters getting together without a care in the world. It was just so…effortless. How you could date and marry and be happy with whoever you found who could fit the bill.
“You guys ready?”
“YES! PLEASE, GIVE IT TO ME FOR MY APPRAISAL!”
Papyrus took no time in snatching it out of the artist’s hands. You had to gently remind him to be a little more reserved, considering he was just so overwhelmed and excited he could think of nothing else. The guy didn’t seem to mind; actually, he was tickled that Papyrus was looking forward to something as simple as a rough sketch.
His eyesockets filled with stars.
“Paps, lemme see!”
“NO, I’M STILL NOT DONE! I NEED TO DRINK IN THE MOMENT!”
He held it high above your head and you pouted at him. That did it. He ignored the drawing completely and swallowed you up in a tight hug, chuckling as he ranted on about how adorable you were. The artist took another couple and worked away, but you were adamant in taking a peek at it.
After a few more seconds of intensive cuddling, Papyrus finally deposited the picture in your hand.
You gazed at it. It was…surprisingly cute. Like. Way more flattering than you thought it would be. There were some of your features that had been blown up, like your nose and lips, but hey. It was still a pretty good likeness. And honestly, the way that he approached your body was cartoony and fun, rather than meant to be grotesque and judgmental.
Papyrus, on the other hand…
The guy must’ve known how dramatic he was. How over-the-top his personality could be. Because he had swept you in this picture like it was nobody’s business. He looked just as heroic as he did in real life, with a massive chest, powerful arms to encase you, and a determined expression that would make anyone swoon. From the shape of his face to the happy squint to his eyesockets, it was so on point that it made your heart swell.
“WE ARE PUTTING THIS IN OUR SCRAPBOOK!”
“Scrapbook?”
“YES! TORIEL GOT ME INTO SCRAPBOOKING. I’VE BEEN SNEAKING PICTURES OF OUR DATES IN IT FOR MONTHS.” He cackled. “I SWEAR THEY ARE ALL GOOD. I HAVE TRIED MY BEST TO PICK THE ONES I BELIEVED YOU WOULD ENJOY.” He hummed and pulled out his phone to show you. “SEE THIS? THE SUNSET CAST AMAZING LIGHT ON YOUR HAIR AND GAVE YOU A HALO!!!”
You weren’t sure if you liked him snapping pics of you without permission, but you had to admit…the guy knew your angles. Now that was smooch worthy.
After tucking away the caricature somewhere safe, you headed around the bend. The ship itself was really fancy. So much that it had a set of spiral stairs that led up to the captain’s cabin and the wheel.
On the starboard side, there was a small snail race reminiscent of Blook Acres in Underground. It was funny how monsters and humans alike got such a kick out of watching the little things go as fast as they could, trailing slime and panicking at the encouragement from their fans.
Portside, a bunch of people were drinking and talking, leaning against the railing as music started from the center of the ship. It wasn’t long before the tipsy dancing started. Couples in love sharing their feelings with everyone who was there to see. Some took out a limbo stick and you were quick to steer Papyrus away before he caught sight of it. He would’ve destroyed everyone, seeing as how he was literally just made of magical, flexible bones that far surpassed the limits of your own skeletal system.
“Hello, everyone!” The speaker near the cabins crackled. “The pasta buffet is officially open!”
You and Papyrus dashed through the doors to grab a good table. The dining room was massive, and though there was plenty of room, he was serious about this. Everyone else was so busy enjoying the rest of the sights and romantic atmosphere that you ended up being first in line. He vibrated with excitement and jumped up and down, bones creaking from the amount of energy that bubbled just below the surface.
“Help yourselves, guys!”
He dashed off without even waiting for you. You didn’t blame him. Papyrus was a very…particular monster. He had interests that he poured his heart into. It was a little obsessive, sure, but it was passionate. It was wonderful. And you wouldn’t change that about him. Other people thought he was difficult because of it, sort of eccentric, and a little funny, but…you really saw it as one of his incredibly lovable traits. Pasta was something he stuck with when he first learned to cook, and he considered himself an expert. He could name off ten thousand different facts about it if he so desired. And now he had a chance to experience it all – the tastes. Smells. Texture.
You followed him around the best you could. He piled everything on several plates and balanced them on his arms and head. You had your own heaping with lots of good stuff, stomach growling at the prospect of stuffing your face.
And if there was one thing you both loved…it was eating.
Papyrus set everything down and rearranged the table to his liking. Moving several dishes out of the way and getting it just right so that the table felt “Papyrus” enough. Then he grabbed his silverware and started with the white sauces first, swirling the noodles around his fork and shoving it into his mouth.
For a big monster, he had a huge appetite. It was awesome. You never felt weird going out in public with him because he enjoyed food so much. While you chipped away at your own plate, he tried nearly everything and looked like he was in sheer bliss.
“MAY I HAVE SOME OF THIS?”
“Of course you can.” You pushed your plate to him and he deflated. “What?”
“I WANTED YOU TO FEED IT TO ME.”
“Oh my god, Paps.”
“PLEASE?”
You glanced around and flushed, embarrassed. No one cared at all what you were doing, so you swirled the pasta into a neat wrap and put it to his mouth.
He chomped on it with a deep hum of satisfaction.
“Pfft, oh my gosh, you have sauce everywhere!”
“I KNOW, AND I DON’T EVEN CARE!!!” He rubbed his face all over his napkin anyway. “HOW ARE YOU RESTRAINING YOURSELF???”
“I guess…I’m just too busy watching you.”
You got to watch a movie while you ate. Once everyone settled down, there was a big screen that dropped down and put on an adventure movie you’d never even heard of. It was quiet enough where people could talk and go back for seconds and thirds, but Papyrus was enraptured with the passionate love scene near the end. In fact, he’d been saving the best for last – slurping up a lone noodle – when it dangled from between his jaw and teeth.
“THIS ONE HAS CHEESE INSIDE OF IT!”
“And that one is really small.”
“I NEVER WANT TO LEAVE!!!”
You laughed at his expression. He really was on cloud nine. He’d picked up a bib so he could go crazy. You debated whether you should snap pictures of him going in on his food, but decided you would just enjoy this all to yourself. The others would never get to see this side of him; you were selfish like that.
Dessert was a cake that had been dressed up to look like a bowl of pasta, something that must’ve been custom made and expensive as hell. You knew you wouldn’t get a chance like this in a while. Papyrus wasn’t too keen on having something sweet after his pasta binge, and instead guzzled down cups full of water to settle his stomach(?) after pretty much gorging himself.
“Be right back, I’m gonna grab some of that cake.”
“OKIE DOKIE, TAKE YOUR TIME!”
You pulled away from the table and headed over to snag a slice. You really hoped that it was a flavor that you liked.
“Oh my gosh, I love your outfit. It’s sooo cute.”
“THANK YOU!!!” Papyrus beamed at the girls that came up to him. He knew it was a great decision. “WOULD YOU CARE TO HAVE A SEAT?”
“Um, yeah! Totally!”
You hummed and debated on whether you should dress your piece with some kind of fudge or caramel. Nah. Better just cut back on that before you really made yourself sick. Besides, you were totally going to sneak some leftovers into your room for later. Midnight snacks in bed, your favorite pastime.
You’d turned around to head back when you saw Papyrus chatting up some…really, really beautiful girls.
Oh.
Um.
Okay, cool it. This wasn’t a time to get jealous. You were on a romantic trip together. He couldn’t tear his eyes off you. In the entirety that you’d known him, he’d only ever been attracted to you. Everyone else? Just friends. He would never be the type of person to flirt with…anyone else.
One of them reached over and stroked the buttons on his jacket and your stomach dropped.
Ew. You fucking hated this.
Part of you wanted to turn heel and leave. To tromp back to the room and see how long it would take for him to find you. Pouting in bed and ignoring him until he begged you to forgive him. That was sadistic and…completely unfair to him. He was friendly. Sometimes naïve. And while you weren’t okay with other girls draping themselves all over him – like how the one on the right had leaned over to wipe the pasta sauce from his face – you weren’t going to punish him.
You swallowed your fears and went to the table. Staring at them.
“Um, hi?”
“You’re in my seat.” You could feel your body thrum with adrenaline. You were going to be sick. You didn’t consider yourself the confrontational type, but the look of disgust she gave you was setting you off. “Who are you, again?”
“OH. THESE ARE MY NEW BUDDIES. BUDDIES, THIS IS MY GORGEOUS, PHENOMENAL, INCREDIBLE GIRLFRIEND!” He gushed. “THANK YOU FOR TALKING WITH ME, BUT WE ARE GETTING READY TO LEAVE. EXCUSE US.”
He stood to his feet and ignored their weak protests. Grabbed your hand. And you left.
You stood at the front of the ship, the wind rustling through your hair and the wide open ocean a welcome change to the stifling atmosphere inside. Papyrus joined you with his hand resting on yours.
“I…AM SORRY.”
“What? What for?”
“YOU WERE…JEALOUS…” He swallowed thickly. “I DIDN’T MEAN TO…I THOUGHT THAT IT WOULD BE FUN TO MEET OTHER PEOPLE. BUT EVEN WHEN I SAID I WAS VERY MUCH IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE ELSE, THEY REFUSED TO LEAVE ME ALONE. I AM GLAD YOU DID NOT ABANDON ME THERE.”
Ugh. You should’ve known better. You peered at him with a smile. “You know something?”
“WHAT?”
“I…don’t deserve you. But I love you.”
You walked around the boat and avoided the other girls. It was a minor hiccup in your night of fun. You and Papyrus were roped into a game of shuffleboard with a very persistent older couple who refused to take no for an answer. They kicked your asses, too. You watched a small comedy show that was posted up in a little room near the dining room, signed your names on a giant poster for the cruise that they hung up in the hallway, and even bought him a onesie with every type of pasta printed on it in a row of pictures and labels.
“SHALL WE RETIRE TO OUR ROOM?”
“Let’s do it!”
You were more than happy to tear your bra off as soon as you crossed the threshold. Let the girls breathe. You scratched at your bare legs and wondered if you should just jump in your pajamas when there was a knock at the door.
“Uh, Paps? Were you expecting someone?”
He set his t-shirt down and gasped. “YES, I WAS! HOLD ON FOR A MOMENT.”
He rushed to the door and tore it open, his booming voice hard to understand from your head buried in the pillows.
When he came back, you saw the giant bottle in his hand and laughed. “Um, what is that?”
“THIS? MY SECRET WEAPON. BE RIGHT BACK!!!” He dashed to the bathroom before you could question him further.
You spent the next few minutes just chilling out. You’d worked off everything you ate and were ready to party it up with your boyfriend. Maybe you could work on that sudoku book he brought with him? It was one of his favorite things to do these days.
“OKAY! COME TO THE BATHROOM!”
You pulled yourself out of bed, reluctantly, and headed over to the door. Something told you that what you saw was going to make your night, and boy, were you right.
The entire tub was filled to the brim with bubbles. Popping and iridescent in the dim glow of candles. All along the floor were pieces of paper cut in the shape of rose petals and scribbled on with red marker. You nearly lost it at that. Papyrus sat on the tub, looking downright tickled with himself, while he made a grand gesture toward the steaming hot bath.
“WELL????” He wiggled his brow bones. “NOW YOU CAN RELAX AND LET ALL OF YOUR NERVES FADE!”
You were so ready to jump into the tub. “Don’t you mean…um...we?”
Papyrus gaped. Jaw open. Eyes bulging. He started to malfunction.
“W-WHAT??? THE BOTH OF US??? IN THE TUB? TOGETHER? I…DON’T THINK I BROUGHT MY SWIMSUIT!”
You bit your lower lip and gazed at him, head tilted. “I mean. It would be…a bath. Not a soak.”
“????!!!!!”
You weren’t sure how he managed to articulate exclamation points and question marks aloud, but he did it. Papyrus grabbed the captain hat from his head and put it to his chest, a steady blush blossoming along his cheekbones.
“TRULY, THIS IS…THE GREATEST TRIP EVER.”
“Yeah. I think it is.”
You came together without any more hesitation. He ran his hands down your side and planted hot kisses down your neck and shoulders. Unbuttoning your shorts, hooking his fingers into the loops and tugging them down over your hips. You stepped out as soon as you could and he drove you toward the wall, knee pinning you there and holding you just high enough that all of your weight bore down on his leg.
“Ah…Paps…”
“PLEASE TELL ME IF THIS IS TOO MUCH. IF ANY OF IT IS.”
You felt his tongue on your throat and shuddered. He was so attentive tonight. Maybe it was the atmosphere. Or your suggestion. But you relished the way he drove into you and reached for your shirt next, lifting it high above your shoulders and baring your chest to him completely.
This time, you didn’t shy away. You didn’t flinch. You didn’t cover them up. And he just stared in wonder and reached up to encase his hand around both.
“Ooh…”
“THAT FEELS GOOD, DOESN’T IT?” He applied just enough pressure for you to arch your back into him. Your panties were getting soaked. “Y-YOU’RE ENJOYING IT?”
You kissed him in response. He let out an mmph of protest before surrendering to it, continuing to knead your breasts and flick his fingers around your nipples. Pinching them until they hardened and letting them go, grazing over your areola until they softened underneath his touch and he started the whole process again.
He pulled back and you found yourself leaning forward so he could continue. He stepped back, to admire his handiwork, before reaching up to take off his outfit. Piece by piece. Slowly. As if he knew how torturous this was. Making eye contact with you until the last of it fell to the floor around his ankles.
“U-um, so what do you…”
He turned his back to you and hopped in the bath.
What.
You stood there, topless, in panties that were drying against the cool air, trying to get a hold of yourself while he submerged himself in the bubbles. Chuckling and splashing around, a mischievous grin on his face. That…jerk. Leaving you high and dry! You weren’t sure if this was payback from the other day, but you weren’t going to let him get the best of you.
Panties. Off.
He leaned over the edge of the tub and his entire face tensed. Jaw open. A blush starting at his neck and crawling toward his forehead.
Here you were. Both. Naked. You in all of your glory. Underwear? Gone. Bra? See ya. Shirt on the ground. Shorts kicked off somewhere. With nothing but the dim glow of the lights around you encasing your form while you approached him.
The water was hot against your skin and welcome. But you didn’t get a chance to enjoy it for very long, because Papyrus waded over to where you were and pulled you into his lap.
Your SOULs didn’t waste any time. He didn’t even have to summon yours; you just blinked and there it was, floating up toward the ceiling and twirling as it waited for his to join. And it did. As soon as it came from his chest, the both of them gravitated toward each other in a practiced motion and immediately came together. Magic seeping into each other as the colors bled, creating that perfectly wonderful heart – tilted sideways – that was a culmination of everything you were to each other.
You moaned against him and settled into his crotch. The melding was so sudden that you already felt your thighs go slick. Papyrus wrapped his arms around your back to steady you while you rocked against him, setting the rhythm almost immediately.
“OH…”
“Ah! Shit! Oh my god!” You couldn’t stop grinding down on him. With every roll of your hips, something surged in the pit of your belly and nearly sent you over the edge. Already? You just climbed on top of him and started humping, but he felt so good and so warm and you were so sensitive and ready. You needed him to finish you off, and it didn’t help that he was just making tiny little grunts of satisfaction whenever you paused to draw it out nice and slow.
“I CAN’T??? I CAN’T???”
“Paps, what?” You stopped and pulled back from him, but he drew you in even closer. Refusing to let go. He sobbed into your shoulder. “S-stop, stop! Why are you…?”
“I FEEL IT ALL.”
“You what?”
Well, there went your climax. You forced him to look at you, cradling his head in your hands. He’d wanted to bury it in your breasts to avoid eye contact, but you weren’t having it.
“W-WE MELDED AND IT F-FEELS…SOO GOOD. A-AND THEN YOU ON TOP OF ME…EVERYTHING IS SO WARM AND WET. AND YOUR PLEASURE IS MINE BECAUSE OUR SOULS ARE TOGETHER!!!”
Uh. Whoa. Did not know that about monsters.
You stammered. “So…you can feel what it’s like? When I grind on you?”
“N-NO! NOT THAT. IT’S NOT LIKE I AM…EXPERIENCING THE SENSATIONS. BUT THE PLEASURES. IT IS…A LITTLE OVERWHELMING. YOU ARE GOING SO FAST AND IT’S TOO GOOD. IT’S TOO MUCH.”
You knew you shouldn’t have jumped into this. You were so busy trying to get off that you hadn’t stopped to ask him if you needed to go at his pace. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to, I swear.”
“I KNOW.” He moaned into your slippery skin. “I JUST NEEDED A MOMENT. I CAN…I CAN DO IT.”
“Are you sure?”
“YES.” He steeled himself. “GO ON. PLEASE. I DON’T WANT IT TO STOP. I WANT TO BE THERE WITH YOU WHEN YOU COME.”
You nodded and put your hands on his shoulders. He balanced against the side of the tub as you sank back down onto him fully, the slickness of your slit rubbing against his sacrum in all of the right ways. It was softer and almost spongy against your clit. Enough that you could control the pressure and pace, speeding up and slowing down, bouncing along and climbing toward that peak of pleasure that would snap in your belly.
“OH, FASTER, PLEASE???”
You did what he asked you, hips bumping against his own. The water sloshed in the tub and you thrust upward to meet him fully, a gentle squish of your flesh meeting his bone.
“OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!!!”
You were close, too. This was it. You were going to come. With your boyfriend. In the tub. After everything you’d been through – the discomfort and confusion, the misunderstandings and heartache – you were here.
Papyrus caged you in his arms and let out a silent scream as he reached his orgasm, bucking his hip upwards. You didn’t know what it was that hit you, but a piece of bone dragged along your folds and you lost it. You screamed out his name. Begging him to keep going despite his tearful cries and moans thick in his throat. You reached down to rub your clit when you felt him stop you, pushing your own wandering hands away from your lower half, panting and sweat beading down his brow.
“Please Paps, oh god, I’m so close!”
“I KNOW YOU ARE. LET ME DO THIS FOR YOU, OKAY?” He took an arm, thrust it in the water, and probed at your entrance.
Oh. Fuck. It slipped right in. You were already dripping wet and he could get a finger inside of you. The tip of it tracing his name along your clit before he plunged two past your throbbing walls, exploring, probing, jerking along until he found the spot that made you scream.
How did he know how to do this? What did he read? What did he watch? Because with every sloppy thrust of his fingers inside of you, you tossed your head back and gripped him more tightly. Having him anchor you down while he fucked you with his hand, two fingers turning into three, stretching you out wonderfully until he filled you to the brim. Skating his palm over your clit and thumbing it until you moaned that you loved him.
The SOULs went up in a flare and Papyrus increased the pace. Worshipping your body with kisses and smooches and keeping his free hand around you so he could steady your trembling form. You fell into him and tried to match his pace, thrusting forward when he went in, pulling backwards when he drew them back.
“Papyrus…!”
“YOU ARE SO WARM INSIDE. AND SOFT. I NEVER WANT THIS TO END. I WANT TO BE INSIDE OF YOU FOREVER.”
You choked when he curled his fingers inside of you and hit the spot. The spot that made your entire body convulse. That would send you over the edge and tear something out of you you’d never felt before, never this intense, not at this level, not when he jerked his wrist even faster and harder. Making it short and making sure to drag his finger along the top of your walls, creating the friction you’d been aching for and searching for when you climbed on top of him.
“PLEASE TELL ME YOU LOVE ME. PLEASE.”
“Oh fuck. FUCK!”
“SAY IT!”
“I love you! I love you! Oh my god, Papyrus, I love you!”
He shoved it in as far as he could go and you moaned. Loud enough that the entire floor could hear it. A giddy laugh bubbling in your throat at the end of it. Your body twitching as you got to the top, high above everything and everyone, soaking his fingers so that they slipped and slid inside of you. Coating him until there was nothing left you could give, angling into him so that you no longer had an inch of space between you.
He continued to finger you until you were completely spent. When he couldn’t wring anything else out of you. No whispers. No relieved tears. Nothing. He waited until you squirmed underneath his touch, oversensitive. Your SOULs humming.
“Mmmm…”
“WOWIE…” Papyrus finally slipped out of you. You felt empty without him and squeezed your legs together to recreate the wonderful pressure you were missing already.
He held his fingers up to the light and scissored them open and closed, watching the thick strands of come ebb and stick to his joints. He brought it to his mouth and immediately popped it in, tongue swiping along and sucking on it experimentally.
“OH, THAT TASTE IS…”
You didn’t want to hear any more. “Mm, don’t.”
“YOU WANT TO TRY IT, DON’T YOU?” He chuckled and gestured for you to meet him in a kiss. You weren’t going to turn it down, and opened your mouth just wide enough for him to slide his tongue in and lathe yours while he consumed you inside and out.
You broke away and a thin strand of saliva connected your mouths. Papyrus broke it with a quick wave of his hand and thumbed your lower lip. His eyesockets dropped to the bubbles that still lingered on your breasts before diving in for another kiss, the both of you molding your mouths just enough that you couldn’t think of anything else but the heady warmth of each other.
You stared at him. In wonder. Cheeks burning. Body hot. Lips swollen. Teeth nibbling on your lower lip. Papyrus bent down to pepper your breasts with kisses, fascinated with the way that they slid and weighed in his hands.
“CAN I PLEASE FINISH WHAT I WANTED TO DO?”
“What?”
He put his mouth on your nipple and rolled it around in his mouth, tongue lingering on it to make it harden. He pinched the other and stretched it out, just enough for it to pop back into place hard and pebbled against your skin. You pouted at him but clutched his skull to you, cradling his body and watching his ribs heave with every long intake of breath.
“I can’t believe you…”
“I KNOW, BUT YOU MAKE ME…DO THESE THINGS…” He murmured against you. “I ALMOST PASSED OUT.”
“What? When?” You laughed weakly.
“WHEN YOU WERE BOUNCING. YOU WERE SO SOFT AND WONDERFUL AND YOUR WEIGHT IS PERFECT SO I WASN’T SURE I COULD LAST.”
“Wait…so it wasn’t uncomfortable?”
“NO!!!” He let out a distressed noise. “I DID NOT WANT TO DO THE ORGASM WITHOUT YOU.”
“But…you did.”
He refused to look at you, squishing your stomach affectionately. “I KNOW. AND I WAS MAD BECAUSE YOU DIDN’T HAVE ONE AT THE SAME TIME. YOU WERE SO FOCUSED ON ME THAT YOU WOULDN’T LET MY SOUL SHARE IT!!!”
You sort of understood what he was saying. You wanted him to climax so badly that you sort of…pushed his SOUL away from sharing the experience when he finally reached it. Whoops.
“So…monsters orgasm simultaneously a lot, then? When they’re melded?”
“YES.” He sniffled. “I FAILED YOU.”
“Oh, no. Paps. Are you serious?” You cupped his cheeks with your hands, staring deep into him. “It was my fault. I should’ve…been open to it. And I would’ve loved to have been up there with you. Whoo, you were…so intense…”
“I KNOW…” He trailed off, leaning more toward you despite his massive stature. You struggled to keep him upright in the tub when he relaxed all his weight on you. “WELL…THERE IS ALWAYS NEXT TIME. I KNOW SOMETHING YOU LIKE. THAT WE LIKE. AND WHEN WE MELD, WE CAN BOTH BE AT THE SAME LEVEL WITHOUT WORRYING.”
You were still baffled at how that worked. SOUL melding and sharing felt good to monsters. That was what your educational video said. But never did they talk about the specifics, where two SOULs could trigger a mirrored reaction. You supposed it made sense; it was….going to be a lot of fun getting used to doing it all the time.
“W-WELL. UM. WOWIE, YOUR SKIN IS GETTING SO WRINKLY. WE HAVE BEEN IN HERE FOR QUITE SOME TIME…” He trailed off. “I SUPPOSE I SHOULD LEAVE SO I DON’T DISTRACT YOU FOR WHEN YOU ACTUALLY GET CLEANED UP.”
You shook your head. “Let’s just lounge around in bed for a while.”
“NO!!! YOU ARE NOT SLEEPING WITH ME UNLESS YOU WASH ALL OF THE OILS OFF YOUR BODY. I LIKE YOUR NATURAL SCENT MORE.”
He really didn’t let it slide. You thought you could trick him, but he made you rinse off. You didn’t mind at all. It got…really messy in the tub. You were still completely soaked down below and had to use the showerhead just to get rid of it all. Papyrus followed suit with his own quick shower, and when he was done, the two of you jumped on the bed to cuddle in the covers.
“THANK YOU…FOR…INDULGING ME? I KNOW THAT YOU WERE THE ONE WHO SUGGESTED IT, BUT…I HAVE BEEN WONDERING ABOUT THIS FOR SO LONG. I AM GLAD WE GOT TO EXPERIMENT…”
You chuckled. Experiment? He knew exactly what he was doing and he knew it. “Mm. Well. We’ll need someplace a little more private next time. I’m kind of afraid to face everyone tomorrow when we leave.”
He gulped. “OH NO!!! I FORGOT WE WERE SURROUNDED BY OTHER ROOMS!!! THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING. NOT YOU, YOU ARE PERFECT, BUT I MADE THE MOST INTIMATE NOISES AND OTHER PEOPLE COULD HAVE HEARD IT! WHAT IF ONE OF THEM FELL IN LOVE WITH YOUR PASSIONATE CRIES AND WANTS TO TAKE YOU AWAY???”
You snuggled into him and sighed.
The both of you pulled up to the house and Papyrus was quick to hold the door open for you. “SANS! WE ARE HOME!”
“good. was wondering who was makin’ dinner.” He grinned at you from the couch. “you guys have fun?”
“VERY MUCH SO. WE HAVE SOUVENIRS FOR YOU! LOOKIE, I GOT YOU A TINY FLASHLIGHT IN THE SHAPE OF A MANICOTTI! I THINK YOU SHOULD KEEP IT AT WORK IN CASE THE POWER GOES OUT.” He rummaged through the suitcase you bought specifically for things to bring back. “AND LOOKIE! A WHOLE BOOK ABOUT THE SCIENCE OF COOKING. IT SHOULD BE EASY READING FOR YOU, BECAUSE I FINISHED IT IN ABOUT AN HOUR. THE SCIENCE STUFF WAS BORING, BUT I AM SURE YOU WILL LIKE IT.”
As Papyrus went on and on about the things you’d seen and done, you surveyed him with a grin. Nothing had changed. Everything was the same. This didn’t mean there was more to your relationship. It was just another new development you could work on. It wasn’t more mature. It wasn’t a milestone. It made you ecstatic to know that he felt the same.
And hey…you weren’t ashamed to admit that you were looking forward to next time.
