Requested by AtomicBunx:
Sans’s POV during the kiss (Chapter 14)
“B-brother! Y/N j-just kissed me!”
“Yeah, I saw, bro.” Sans says. Yeah, he saw perfectly well. He’s trying hard not to be jealous as he watches Papyrus run off into the woods. It’s fine, really. He hasn’t done anything to deserve that kind of affection, anyway.
“Wow. I, uh, didn’t think it was that crazy.” You say, drawing his attention.
“Yeah. Wonder what surprised him about that.” He says dryly, even though he shouldn’t be upset. You raise an eyebrow, undoubtedly hearing the scorn in his words. Shit, now he really doesn’t deserve it.
“What is it?” You ask.
“Nothing.” He’s not digging this hole any deeper.
“Did you want a kiss?” Yes. Yes, please, with a fucking cherry on top- “Cause you can just ask.” He can? Fucking Asgore, if that’s all it takes why didn’t he try it sooner?
“Ok, can I have a kiss?” He asks, even though he doesn’t deserve it- because Asgore does he want it. You smile, and his anxiety fades to the back of his mind when your hand cups his jaw. Fuck, if he doesn’t dust right now- your lips press softly to his teeth, and his eye gets wide. You’re warm, and soft- and his phalanges curl because he wants to pull you closer, but he’s frozen. His soul is humming in his chest, and you pull away too quickly. But your warmth lingers, and so does your scent, and holy crap did he just stand there and take it? Fuck, what is he doing? He can feel the magic spreading through his face, and he must look like an idiot. Yet it doesn’t really matter because you’re giving him a smile that makes his soul feel like he’s just laid in the sun for an hour, soaking in the warmth. Then you laugh, and the warmth is replaced with the burning heat of embarrassment. But, even as he turns away and tells you to shut up, his soul keeps playing your laughter on loop. Traitorous little shit.
