Her arms were pinned above her head. Those eyes shrouded in lust, her mouth parted, almost begging him to touch her. He looked down at her, admiring the curve of her neck, the gentle protrusion of her collarbone. Her hair was spread around her in a messy hips squirmed underneath him, and Sans was overpowered with the feeling of want. He leaned down to her face, gently taking her bottom lip between his teeth. A small gasp rewarded him, and man it drove him wild. Opening his jaw, he let the swirling blue magic manifest into a long, almost pointed tongue. Her mouth met his teeth, and he had to hold back a hiss when he felt her own tongue run over his bottom canines. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he pushed himself deeper into the kiss, wanting to taste her, wanting to explore every bit of her to see what would bring out those sweet sounds.

He moved from her lips to her jawline, then her neck. Leaving a trail of tiny nips and tugs at her skin, careful not to hurt her. He ran his tongue down the side of her neck, tracing a circle in his blue spit. As she relaxed and sighed at his touch, he bit into her, wanting to get more reactions from her. A metallic taste entered his mouth and he hungrily licked it away. She cried out sharply, and he lessened the pressure. Honestly he had no desire to harm her, he just couldn't help himself. The cry turned into a moan and he licked the bitten flesh. She was so soft, so breakable. And she was so willing to give herself to him.

Holding onto her hair with one hand, he used the other to trace down her sides. Those curves he felt the night before were no lie, as his hand dipped into her waist and rose back out on her hips. Hooking a boney finger under her shirt, he felt excited about all the things she would allow him to do. She had said she loved him, hadn't she? And he felt very strongly toward her as well. Over ten years they had built their trust and understanding, and now it all lead to this. He could hardly contain his magic, it pulsed through him, drowning out her gasps of pleasure. Instead of words, he could show her exactly how he felt about her...

Suddenly, a pull on his arm made the scene fall apart. As Frisk dissolved underneath him, he suddenly realized none of it have happened. He was on his back, panting, and Frisk was latched onto his arm asleep. The real Frisk, not the submissive dream. She wasn't nearly as sickly looking, in fact her complexion had changed overnight.

Oh fuck, what was he doing? Was he absolutely insane?

The girl had her cheek pressed against his humerus, her arms wrapped around his radius and ulna. She was pressed against him like it was the most natural thing. Probably didn't even realize she was doing it. He could feel her temperature, and it felt nice. Normal. The sweet scent of her was overpowering, and Sans decided that explained his dream. She was causing so much sexual tension in him and she had no idea. Resting his free hand on his forehead, he willed himself to relax. He can't, he'd hurt her, he reminded himself.

The gentle caress of her breath on his bones was making it difficult. Looking at her face, he wondered what she could be dreaming about. She looked so peaceful. The moonlight slipping in the window only added to the surreal feeling of having this woman in his bed. On his arm. After confessing love for him. Jeez what time was it? He should really get a clock. And get away from her. Slowly, he tried to pull his arm from her grasp. The motion only caused her to hug onto him tightening, but he caught a sigh escaping her mouth.

"Sans…"

No no no, he needed to go. Right now. His eye started to glow to teleport himself away, but the glow had woken her. She looked up at him, wide eyed. "Sans?" Fuck, that face. It was too close to the one in his dream. He really needed to get away from her. Pulling his arm back, he hurried out of bed. Frisk didn't say anything, but she did look very disappointed. Sans looked almost pained, he wanted to stay but it really really wasn't a good idea.

"Look, Frisk, I.. I can't."

"Even if I said it was okay?" Those eyes, those dark eyes pleading with him not to leave. She didn't mean anything by it, of course. Her innocence showed, and that's what drove him over the edge. He opened his mouth and let out an aggravated groan.

In seconds, he was on top of her. Only the blanket and clothing separated the two. Boney fingers interlocked with her small hands, shoving them above her head. Unlike the Frisk in his dream, this Frisk had panic on her face. The skeleton's face was a mix of need and regret, he didn't want to do this. She was just so… he pulled himself back.

Or tried to. Her fingers interlocked with his refused to let go. The fear in her eyes faded to the determined look he adored most on her. Their eyes locked with each other, his still a single glowing blue. It illuminated their surroundings, even letting her get a better look at him. His shirt slumped to one side, and Frisk could make out his clavicle connecting to his shoulder blade. It'd be a lie if she said she didn't want to see more.

"It's okay Sans, if it's you it's okay," her face, while looking very sure, was definitely picking up a fever.

"You don't know what you're asking for," the voice came out almost a whimper. His self control was waning, as soon as he stopped paying attention he would lose her completely. "I'll hurt you."

Winking up at him, she grinned. "Doubt it."

His teeth looked sharper, a soft blue glow seeped behind his teeth and under his shirt. To his surprise, she didn't seem afraid, only fascinated. He bent down to her ear, nibbling her earlobe. "Push me off if I do." Goosebumps sprung up all over her as she shivered. The deep, low growl of his voice was making her shift uncomfortably. This giddy feeling wasn't new to her, she always felt this way around him. But it was only ever him. And now, so close to what she could have only fantasized about before, she was nervous. "I can hear your heartbeat," Sans whispered, taking one hand and tracing his fingers down her arm, to her shoulder. Across her collarbone, which earned a soft sigh from her, and over her heart. His hand felt like it almost vibrated with magic, it was unreal. It was true, her heart hammered against her chest. From the excitement, the slight fear, but all from him. For him. The pulses of magic stretched across her chest, she couldn't help letting out a moan. Her newly freed hand slapped over her mouth to silence herself, but a soft blue light lit up around her wrist and pulled it back over her head. It connected to her other wrist, and suddenly she was bound in front of a very hungry skeleton.

"Just from that, huh?" He grinned, enjoying how sensitive she was. Since she possessed no magic of her own, she didn't have a tolerance for it. He shifted his hand to the mass of flesh under her shirt. It was big enough to fill his hand, but he was surprised at how squishy it was. Her breasts were a sensitive part of her, and he needed to take care at how he treated them. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip. Whatever he was doing, she was loving it. He had seen her topless before, but only from the back. His hand slid under the seam of her shirt, tracing his fingers along her stomach. She squirmed. "Sorry about this, Frisk."

His hand turned around, pushing his fingers into the cotton shirt. He easily tore into it, and suddenly there was a very red faced Frisk underneath him. He grinned. "You look embarrassed." He emphasized 'bare,' getting a small smile from her. He was trying so very hard to consider her, but it was hard. Seeing her pinned under him, so wanting, he was about to lose it and do something he could never take back.

"Please, you don't… you don't know how badly I've wanted this…" she whimpered.

Instead of reminding her she didn't know what she was asking for, he decided to just show her. He pulled his own shirt over his head, and she could see the thin veins of magic entangling themselves in his bones. She smiled at him, only saying one word. "Beautiful." Oh but darling that wasn't all. He reached down and started to lick the little nubs on her chest. The deep pink nipples hardened at his touch, and he could feel her grinding against the bed. Her breathing was steadier than before, and he thought of this as helping her sweat out the fever. While he enjoyed tasting one, he massaged the other. Rubbing his thumb against her sensitive bit, he felt his urges pulsing faster. Sitting up again, he pulled down her panties. The soft fabric revealed her to him, and he lost it. He had to take his shorts off, and Frisk's eyes fixated on one spot. She hadn't expected that he could do… that. The bindings on her wrist disappeared and she sat up immediately, toppling him backwards. Before he could recover, she was straddling him. Her hand gently touched his member, and he wished so badly to have her. She took his sharp breath as a good sign and wrapped her hand around it, bending down to lick it. The feel of her tongue on his was a form of torture. His hand grabbed the back of her head and pushed it down. He could feel her gag on him, but he had to have her.

She let go of his penis and just focused on pleasuring him with her mouth. His hand bobbed her head up and down, and she could feel the vibrating magic on her lips. "Frisk, fuck, don't you dare stop." Sans hissed. She braced her arms on his hips and continued to suck on him. Each time she swallowed, Sans seemed more desperate for release. As much as she wanted to help him, she also needed to breath. Releasing him, she saw his eye blazing blue and a very wicked grin on his face. She felt her soul turn blue, and she was flung on her back against the wall. Sans got up to face her, taking one of her legs and wrapping it around the hook of his hip.

She couldn't move her arms again, she could only move the way he allowed her. Funny, he had mentioned pushing him off if she needed to but wasn't going to actually let her try it. A bony finger pressed against her womanhood, not so softly. "Ah!" Frisk cried as he pushed deeper into her. She was so tight, and he realized this was going to hurt more than just roughly. Frisk couldn't keep quiet and he loved those moans from her. When Sans seemed satisfied with her wetness, he pulled his hand back and moved his cock against her, rubbing slowly. God, her face, Sans loved that expression of embarrassment and need. But he couldn't let her play coy, he was reaching his limit as it was.

"Frisk, this is going to hurt. A lot. Just tell me; yes or no?" His face was begging her to say yes. He didn't think he could actually stop if she said no. But she nodded her head, smiling.

His member pushed inside her slowly, he groaned at the pressure. She was so tight. He felt her arms wrap around him, but he didn't have the extra energy to spend restraining her. He didn't need to anyway, she wasn't going to change her mind. He felt her tighten around his tip, her fingers digging into his bones. This was going to hurt her, but… with another push, he felt her bite down on his shoulder. Blood coated his cock, and the knowledge of being her first filled him with so much pride. Groaning in pleasure, he pushed in and out of her. He hadn't thought she could physically accommodate him, but her human body was amazing. She was trying so hard to stay quiet, but he could feel her moan against him. He couldn't hold her up against the wall any longer, so they fell together back on the bed. He pulled her leg over his shoulder as she stretched out on her back, her fingers digging into the sheets of the bed.

"Oh Sans, Sans," She cried, looking up at him. The way his name tasted on her tongue was so erotic, she wasn't going to last much longer. "Can I…"

"Do it Frisk. Let me feel you," He whispered, feeling her tighten around him as he fucked her was too much for him. He was about to, and feeling the sudden rush of wetness from her took him out. He filled into her, shaking. They panted, both tired and sweaty, touching their foreheads together. Looking at each other catch their breath, they couldn't help but start to laugh. Outside, a few rays of light were peeking over the horizon. Inside, Frisk was collapsed against Sans in a loving embrace, Sans wrapped his arm around her protectively.

"Hey Frisk?" She made a small murmur in reply. "I love you too."

A kiss on his cheek was her only reply, before they both fell back into a blissful slumber.