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Spitfire Timeline Shenanigans

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You took a long drag on your cigarette, your landlord didn't really like you smoking inside of the apartment, but you didn't do it that often. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

And after good sex, you needed a good smoke.

"I'd offer you a cig, but it'd just go right through you." You winked at your partner.

Sans the skeleton. Around your 5' height and built sturdier than a Baobab tree. You'd been seeing him for a few months now, and sharing a bed with him made you never want to share it with another.

It wasn't just the magical abilities either. The kinky, monster magic play was fun and all, but Sans made you feel things that you had never felt before. The passion he put into sex wasn't just about getting off or getting his way. He paid attention to you specifically, made sure you got what you needed. Every single time.

Of course, that wasn't just in bed. He made sure you were taken care of in your every day life. He was the sweetest guy you'd ever dated, not to mention absolutely hilarious.

"You know me so well." He laughed at your little joke, turning on his side to face you, his bones still glistening with sweat...though you weren't really sure how that worked without sweat glands. You chalked it up to magic.

Sans brought a hand up to run through your short, dark hair. He really seemed to like the feel of it. Every now and then he would come up behind you and play with your hair for a few moments, just to walk off again. It was really cute.

You sighed out a long, happy breath and looked at your lover.

"So, how was it this time?" You asked, wiggling your eyebrows.

He smiled and nuzzled the side of your face.

"Perfect, as always." He breathed, sending chills down your spine.

Usually this would be the time where the other person would ask how much they owed, give you money, and walk out the door. But it wasn't like that with Sans. It never had been. He'd saved you from a dark place in your life shortly after you met, and once he realized what you had been doing, all the shit you'd been putting yourself through, he helped you get back on your feet. You could never repay him, and he didn't expect you to.

"You smell so nice." He whispered, his face at your neck.

You smirked, blowing smoke out of the corner of your mouth. "Even after all that?"

"Especially after all that."

"Dude. I smell like BO."

"I like your BO."

You snorted and gave a light shove to his shoulder. His kind and playful demeanor made you feel bad about being such a bitch to him before. When you first met, you were certain all he wanted was a pretty human girl to have fun with and, well, you weren't wrong. But his idea of fun was a lot different than what you had in mind.

"Hey, you remember me telling you about the timelines and resets?" He asked.

That was a little strange to bring up now. He had told you about his life underground one night after a nightmare had left him in a panicked state. You had basically forced him to tell you what was bothering him. Sans had this habit of shutting out the world around him when something was wrong. He'd either hide away for days, or he'd put on a big, fake smile for the world. It bothered you, and you hated seeing his brother worry.

So he'd told you everything he could remember about the different timelines. You assured him that he could trust you, and you believed every word he'd told you. Sure, it might sound crazy to most humans, heck, most monsters too, but Sans had never lied to you. 

"Yeah." You said, putting your cigarette out in the ash tray beside the bed. You turned to face him, his expression more serious than before. "Is there something wrong?"

He shook his head with a small smile. "No...No, everything is great. I mean it."

The hand that had once been in your hair was now cupping your cheek. You leaned into it, letting out a small, comforted sound.

"I just wanted to tell you that, though I haven't been on the surface that long, I've never met anyone like you." He said. "And, I've never felt like this before."

Your hand covered his and you smiled. "Same here."

He leaned in and gave you a quick peck on the lips before pulling back again.

"You're better than anything or anyone I could have ever dreamed of."

While what he was saying was sweet, and it made your heart swell with joy, the seriousness of it all had you on edge.

" something going on?" You asked, your brows furrowed in worry. "Talk to me."

"I love you." He said, his forehead pressing against yours.

You couldn't help but giggle a little. "Well you know how I feel."

"Yeah, but you almost never say it."

It was true. You had an issue with the word "love." It felt like, every time you'd said it in the past, the love that was there had been cursed. You would say those three words, and your partner would leave. They wouldn't love you anymore, they'd find someone else.

It seemed like such an irrational fear, but you didn't want to think about losing Sans. If you told him you loved him, he might up and disappear...and your heart couldn't take that amount of pain.

"I know." Was all you said.

He frowned a little and shook his head. When he met your gaze again, there was a sadness in his eyes. You put your hand on his shoulder, rubbing down and across his upper arm.

"Talk to me, sweetheart." You said softly, trying to coax out whatever thoughts were bothering him.

He sighed and took your hand in his, holding it close to his ribcage.

"I have a question for you." He said.

"Ok. Shoot."

"If another reset happens, if I wake up back in Snowdin and all this shit happens again...If I get back to the surface a second time...Would you want to see me again?"

Your chest ached, hearing the desperation in his voice. He didn't want that to happen, and you didn't either, but it was a very real possibility.

"Yes." You told him. "Of course I would."

His hand gripped yours tighter.

"I don't want this to end..." He whispered.

He looked like he was on the verge of tears.

"Hey." You said softly.

He looked up to meet your eyes.

"If that happens, god-forbid, more than once more..." Now your voice was beginning to break. "And you get back up here...come find me."

"You mean that?"

"Yes, Sans. I'm happier now than I've ever been."

He was smiling again, that beautiful, genuine smile of happiness.

You continued. "I don't want everything to reset. I don't want to go back to a life without you...but If I do, I want the other Alex's in those timelines to have these same feelings. I want them to experience this. I want them to be with you."

Sans brought your hand to his face, nuzzling it. A single tear slipped from his socket and landed on your knuckles.

"Alex, I'm not one to make promises." He spoke. "But, wh- if another reset happens, I will come up here and find you."

"Every time?"

"Every time."

You smiled. "You better."

You leaned in and pressed your soft lips against is malleable, yet still bony ones. The thrum of magic still lingered around you, and kissing him just sent more sparks of it through your body.

Kissing him was literally magical.

You felt him let go of your hand and rub his fingers along your side. He'd told you numerous times how much he loved your skin. How soft you were. How beautiful you looked and felt to him.

His sweetness was almost too much to bear, but it felt so right.

Fuck anyone who thought dating a monster was wrong.

He loved you more than any human you'd ever met.

You sucked in air as his hand moved over one of your breasts.

"Round two already?" You laughed.

He laughed with you. "I just can't get enough."

"I'll make sure you never get enough." You purred.

"I'll just have to keep trying until I do, then."

"We'll be here forever."

He winked. "That's the point."

You snorted once again, he always made you giggle like a giddy little school girl, even when he wasn't trying to be funny.

You leaned in and kissed him a little harder this time, wrapping your arm around his back and pulling him closer to you. You could feel the need in this kiss, more urgent than the last.

He wrapped you up in him and rolled over so that you were laying on top of him. You'd expect bones to be uncomfortable, but not Sans.

Once again, probably magic.

You placed your hands on the sides of his skull and kissed him as passionately as you could.

You thought about what he'd said, about another reset happening, and it frightened you.

But what scared you more was that happening without him hearing how you really felt about him.

So with every fiber of your being, you became determined to show him.

"Sans." You said, lifting only a few inches from his mouth.

"Yeah, babe?"

You smiled.

"I love you too."