Transmission, Intermission - [Sans x Reader | Old Version!]

20.5 - Mother, Mother (A Different Perspective)

The reminder he's yet to adjust to physical contact dawns on him when he kisses her; the softness of her body's a grand contrast from his, something he can feel's more pronounced when his hand strays over to her waist, pudginess felt sharply against the roughness of his touch. He's lost track of how long the kiss has lasted, yet right as he's thinking about ending it, she returns it, tongue slipping into the space left between his parted teeth. His soul fastens its pulse and he can hear her own heartbeat with how close he is against her, the sole obstacle to keep him distanced being the reminder this's the last action he'll get for a while; if again, at all.

When she ends the kiss, her lips move on over to his jaw, and not long after, he feels something sting his neck. He looks down to where the pain comes from, seeing a reddish mark on the uppermost part of his neck. Understanding befalls on him as he thinks back on his studies on human customs and the suggestive connotation behind that particular display.  

She ends it with that, leaving him with a mark on his neck and a promise to take things slow until both her and himself managed with life and its current troubles better.

Sans follows her to the kitchen, where he's offered something to eat and drink. He accepts the second one of the two, needing water to cool down, both in a literal and metaphorical sense. She goes off to pick up her belongings while he recovers, soul still thumping loud against his chest. Albeit how recent, the monster replays the scenario in his mind and his senses take the job of reminding him of how gentle and warm her touch felt, right until she decided to leave a mark on him and end it with that.

At that reminder, he sets the empty cup aside and looks for a place where he can see his reflection in. He ends up in front of the television screen, where he can see the blatant evidence of what went on during his conversation with her. Whoever noticed would surely mention it, so he tries to deflect that possibility by rubbing at that spot for a while.

When he pulls his hand back, it's clear he's only worsened the mark, as it now takes up a brighter red, another prominent contrast from his physicality as a monster.

"Come here for a moment."

At the sound of his name being called out and followed by those words, he looks to the owner of that voice to see (Y/N) standing nearby, holding up a small pouch in her hand, one she points out at him. "I'll cover that up for you." Her eyes point to the mark and later to the item held up in her hand, prompting him to approach her side and wait.

"Hold still," she says, reaching a hand for his neck.

His breath turns shallow and he has difficulty not sparing a glance up at her every so often. To prevent it, he shuts his gaze, needing to keep his head high for whatever it was she planned to do down there. 

"It's not exactly your colour," she says, pressing something soft against the mark. "But it should be enough while you find a tighter-fitting shirt while this fades." She addresses the looseness of his shirt by tugging at its collar, and the soft feeling returns soon after. "Does it hurt much? I… I didn't know you could bruise."

He nods and tries to find her arm, holding it when he does. "I can," he says, letting out a laugh. "But it doesn't hurt that much, though. Only initially."