I Love You a Skele-TON (Frans)

|| Normal Day ||

Frisk laid ontop of Sans, slightly uncomfortable about something.

"Am I that heavy?" Frisk asked, furrowing her eyebrows as she faced Sans.

"nope, but i know a fun activity that can burn 500 calories an hour." He winked.

Frisk didn't seem to get it, she tilted her head in confusion.

"What?"

"here, my name's sans. remember it, 'cause you'll be screaming it later tonight."

Then again, Frisk didn't get it.
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Frisk's eyes widen as her cheeks turned red. She finally gets it.

"Oh my gosh! The heck?!" Frisk yelled, covering her face. "Ew, ew, ewwwww!"

Sans laughed, "c'mon, it was only a joke."

"Hell no, you sounded like you really meant it!"

Sans rolled his pupils as he snaked his skeletal arm around his wife.

"No way in hell I'd sleep with you tonight. Nuh-uh!" Frisk crossed her arms, shaking her head at the last part.

- / / -

"frisk!" Sans called out.

"Yes?"

"c'mere."

Frisk peeked through the door. "What is it?"

Sans patted the couch beside her as Frisk sat beside him.

"What's the matter?" Frisk asked, worried.

"i've seemed to have lost my hug, can i have yours?"

Frisk smiled and rolled her eyes, she shifted closer and hugged him. "There, there."

She nuzzled into his chest as she closed her eyes, Sans hugged back and kissed her forehead.

"thanks, love ya, shortcake." Frisk smiled at the nickname.

"I love you too, bonehead."