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Professor Sans	By : Rin Category: +S through Z > UnderTale Views: 1409 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-August
- 1
Shit.
Didn’t plan this, for sure. Hind-sight’s twenty-twenty, right? ……Guess I should just roll with it.
Hana fought down the bile rising in her throat as she walked over sleek floors reflecting the fluorescents above. They made her head hurt. This whole place did. She comforted herself by imagining slinging the other arm of the pack over her shoulder, turning around and booking it back to her tiny apartment. From there she’d shove her belongings in trash bags, throw them in the car and get the hell out of dodge. A sigh escaped her lips, and she had to force herself out of continuing the day dream when she realized the door marked 011 was staring at her in bronze down the hall. It had taken all of 20 minutes to find the classroom, but she was still disappointed it hadn’t taken longer.
Could still turn around….
She knew she couldn’t. She was finally back on track. She was trying again, after four years.
She had already been kicked out of the class she’d been the most excited for. An accelerated physics course she’d tested into during her entrance examination. It was a well revered school, and she’d taken a liking to the campus, especially to the fact it was several states away from the place where she’d grown up. That had been the best part. It was the only thing she had still felt motivated to do, the only dream left to her. Studying physics, and applying it later to a career as a researcher … spending long hours in a lab, thinking of new ways to solve the issues that were most concerning to her. Actually inventing things, causing positive change to come about instead of waiting and allowing life to repeatedly kick her ass, hoping desperately for something to change. This chance was a dream that seemed like a bright splash of color in a black and white photograph. She tried to keep that alive now as she felt that color slowly trying to bleed away again.
Son of a bitch. Could have at least given it a chance. I’ve already proven that I’m supposed to be here, haven’t I? Who gives a damn if I haven’t taken all the pre-req courses? Should have stayed quiet, I guess.
She had thought it was a new start. Today was the first step toward making her life what she wanted it to be, instead of drowning herself in the 9-5, screw around for a few hours, sleep , repeat routine. She’d been an hour into this first day and already managed to fuck up. She had corrected something relatively miniscule that the professor had said during lecture. He wasn’t exactly incorrect, but she had thought maybe there was another way to explain what he had been speaking of. He had acknowledged her, waved off her question, and then asked to see her after class….where he promptly looked up her course history, including that from her previous college experience, and remarked that she had not taken the classes required for the course. She explained that she indeed had not, however, her scores on the entrance exam, and several others she had paid for and passed to prove herself…more than qualified her. The spectacled man had smiled thinly and, narrowing his eyes in that wide, pallid face had told her he was recommending another course, and notifying the department of his decision. From there she would need to have the office enroll her into the other course, as she would be immediately disenrolled from his.
She had stood outside his office for several minutes after that, stunned at the sudden change and clutching a miniature map he had printed out, on which room 011 had been circled several times in black ink.
She had fought hard just to enter this school, taking out loans, paying as much as she could with each paycheck in attempt to help alleviate at least a fraction of the debt she was sure to have. She had fought down panic, ignoring the flashbacks and emotion attempting to crash over her in waves as she set foot again on a campus. She reminded herself this was different. A new place, a new start. She had reached that classroom, adrenaline fueling her ability to walk straight through that door and find a seat without hesitation. And it had been for nothing.
She stared at 011; having reached her destination she inhaled deeply, willing herself not to be nervous. They would be in the middle of class, and she was about to have every eye in that class on her as she walked through the door. Exhaling, she reached for the knob and turned before she could change her mind. Sure enough, every eye swiveled in her direction. She fought the urge to roll her eyes and turned to find the professor so that she might confirm she was indeed in the right place and her name had been added to their roster. What she saw made her pause, forcing her to recover as quickly as she could to hide her surprise.
Monsters had been aboveground for some years now, and were still having a rough time finding employment in general, the last she’d heard. Not many families had yet moved to this area. As far as she’d gathered, it would be difficult for one of them to have landed a job with any sort of title or security. It was awful, really, and she’d been in many an argument over the subject. She felt bad immediately for being surprised to see that her professor was a monster himself. A skeleton monster. That was also new. She’d never seen the type before. And in this area there were so few monsters to begin with.
Imagine how hard he must have worked to have established himself at this university when it’s still so difficult for any monster to find a job……
She reminded herself not to stare and made tentative steps to where he was perched, leaning back against a long table in the front of the room. He raised a brow bone (how does that work, exactly??) looking only a bit surprised, but otherwise cool as a cucumber, his black sweater pushed to his elbows , feet crossed at the ankles. He uncrossed his arms and lowered the book in his right hand, shifting off the desk. Placing the book on the table he stated “Okay, guys. New student today, I think I told you they’d be here soon, right? Anyway, she’ll be joining us for the semester. This is miss Reves..did I pronounce that right? Yes. Miss Hana Reves. Please, find a seat. I can’t promise they won’t bite, but well, innocent until proven guilty I suppose. You’ll want to take out a pen straight away. We’re having a pop quiz today!” He said the last with such a bright tone, it prompted a wave of near silent huffing from the class. Clearly they were not thrilled on having a test the second day when they had assumed it would be all introduction to the course for at least the first few days. “Yeah, I bet you’re as excited as they were. Should have seen their faces. I could practically feel it in my bones….” He had rummaged on his desk and then strode to the back of the class where she’d set up camp, and offered her the three printed sheets that made up the quiz.
Well, he’s got a sense of humor. He didn’t say anything about me being late. Wonder if he’ll wait until later, or if it’s because its’s the second day?
“Thank you” That was when she saw his eyes. Black, with glowing lights for irises. They were beautiful.
Oh, no….I did not just think ‘ oh, his eyes are sooo beautiful’ No. This your teacher. What on earth are you thinking. Stop that right now, brain…
His eyes seemed to soften as she took the papers and she looked down quickly to avoid staring for too long.
God, I hope that was not written all over my face. Didn’t seem to react, so he probably has no idea. Relax. Do the quiz. You’re probably just crazy because it’s your first day.
The rest of the hour passed in relative silence, with the soft scribbling of pens, occasional seat shifting and pen tapping. Hana had finished the quiz after the first 30 minutes, and so she sat quietly, not wanting to disturb anyone with the sudden squeaking, soft clinking and shuffling into personal space required to get the quiz to the desk up front, where he was once again leaning, reading leisurely and …..was she imagining it? Rather cheekily ignoring the aura of hate practically oozing from the class. She had the distinct impression he was fighting a smirk. Odd. She found herself liking the attitude he seemed to radiate. Like he was here purely because he wanted to be, and for no other reason. Like messing with the expectations of strung out students amused him.
At least it seems I won’t be bored here by any means….Looks like he’s got a million tricks up his sleeves, and that’s with them rolled halfway up….
At some point he turned his head and leaned back a bit to look at the clock on the wall, then stood up, (clapped? More like clinked) his hands together and called “Time, folks. It is that time. It’s alright if you didn’t finish, it’s merely an assessment. Just wanted to see where everyone was at. You’re free to leave, but please bring your test to the table up here before you go.”
“Also, Miss Reves, if you have a moment, I’d like a word before you go.”
Ah, and there it is. The “did you realize you were late?” and “how might we make sure it doesn’t happen in the future?” discussion. Spectacular.
Good thing this was the only class she had on both Monday’s and Wednesdays.
She hung back awkwardly as everyone haphazardly navigated around each other, trying to turn the papers in as fast as possible and stampede into the hall.
“See you Wednesday, everyone. If you’d like, bring laptops, ipads, what have you…I’ll be reading from one of the text excerpts that’s been uploaded to the course dashboard so you can follow along if you feel like it.” He grinned as though there wasn’t a care in the world, ignoring a few grumbles and passive aggressive glances thrown in his direction as everyone filed out.
Everyone was out, finally, and Hana nervously made her way to the front, placing her test in the pile and then turning to look expectantly at him. He pushed the pile together and tapped it on the table to make it more orderly, and wandered away to deposit on his desk in the upper right corner of the room.
“Miss Reves……I don’t want to be nitpicky about this, but you were just a little late. Did you have trouble finding us?” His voice was deep, a much softer tone laced into it now. It was a kind sound. He was trying to keep an open mind, after all.
“Ah, a little, yeah. I’m sorry …..I’ll try to make sure it doesn’t happen again. And I’m sorry, I must have missed the introductions….what is your name, sir?” To her surprise he suddenly strode over, seemingly done organizing things on his desk, to hold out a skeletal hand for a handshake.
“Dr. G. Snowdin, at your service. You can call me Mr. Snowdin, or sir, or Dr…..admittedly that last one’s the most fun for me, but you can pick any of those. Or, if you’re feeling fresh, you can also just call me G.”
Not The introduction she had expected, to say the least. Not from a college professor, anyway.
“Not what you expected,eh?” She jumped, caught red handed spacing out. It must have been written all over her face. He chuckled and shook her hand, his own surprisingly warm and….were those holes in his palms? What could have caused that? He cleared his throat lightly. …….She had to stop spacing out. She felt the tips of her ears and her cheeks begin to flush. Great. Now she was probably blushing.
“I’m sorry. I…yeah. I guess I was a little surprised. I hope I didn’t offend you. I mean, you really aren’t like the other teachers I’ve met so far….. What I mean is the atmosphere here is…well a lot more casual. I mean, there’s nothing wrong with that. I think it’s a welcome break…”She was rambling and she knew it. She gripped his hand and shook it, before making the mistake of looking into his eyes again. Her breath caught ever so slightly.
Oh, dear. “Ah, thank you, Dr. Snowdin. I’m sorry if this was a bit awkward, I’m not really the best at introductions. But thank you for speaking with me. I’ll, ah, be going, if that’s all?”
He huffed a slight laugh, shook her hand one more time and said “No, thank you. Always glad to see a new face……Even if she did choose a seat in the very back, as far away from old teach as possible. No, no, save your breath. It’s fine.” He held up his other hand as if to stop her protests, and closed one eye socket.
Is he……is he teasing me?? She stared openly now, before deciding not to back down. Two can play at this game….
“Never dream of it, sir. I merely picked the first seat I saw open. I mean, why would your new favorite student want to sit where she couldn’t hear your brilliance properly?” she said with an eyebrow raised, her tone laced with sarcasm, her faced now flushed now not only with embarrassment but with the challenge and her own audacity at meeting it.
He barked out a genuine laugh, then, the perpetual seeming smirk widening into a grin. “Ah, there she is. Sorry for messing with you just a bit, there, you just seemed so uncomfortable. Sorry about that. Force of habit. You did not disappoint though, heh. It really is nice to meet you, by the way… I’m glad you’ll be joining the class. Now, I’ll understand if you feel like getting away from your creepy college professor and getting on with your day. Look forward to seeing you Wednesday, Miss Hana.”
“Ah. That was rude of me…” She relaxed and felt somewhat guilty at having spoken to someone she’d just met that way. He merely shook his head, still laughing. He released her hand, folded his arms over his chest and gave her a genuine smile. “I’ll ah...be going then. I’ll see you Wednesday. Thanks again.” She snatched her bag off the floor, slinging it over her shoulder and willing her face not to catch ablaze before she made it out the door.
Won’t be bored, indeed….
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She’d read several of the excerpts he had mentioned were in the course materials now, and while not entirely lost, she was bursting with questions. She walked almost in a daze to the class Wednesday morning, trying to keep them all straight until she could write them down and ask at some point.
“Hana, my favorite student. You made it. And so punctual, too.” She was the first one here, it seemed.
Great. Never going to live that down, am I? She might as well ask her questions.
“Actually, sir, I wanted to make sure I remembered a few things I wanted to ask you about.”
“Oh?” He seemed surprised. She explained, and listed some of the things she’d been pondering since she’d read the materials.
“Sorry. I know it’s a lot.”
“You don’t need to apologize nearly so much. Especially for asking questions. That’s one of the most important things you can do, in my opinion. Never apologize for asking…. Besides, at the very least that tells me you’ve read the materials and understood enough to wonder if you were missing something….Also, those particular questions of yours…While some will be addressed during class today as part of the lesson, I’m actually a bit impressed with the others. They’re the kinds of things most in the field don’t formulate until after they’ve really dug their heels into the issue. Your mind does seem to be headed in an interesting direction with this. Ah, one sec…” He went to his desk and rummaged a bit. “Here. If you’d like to know more… I can’t promise you this will have exact answers… who does? Anyway, these are insights and theories in which I’m rather interested. You can remove the bookmark if you like.”
The book was worn, and seemed well read. She guessed it must be a favorite of his, to look as though It had been taken everywhere he went.
“Oh” He snapped two boney fingers and brought her another book “And this one. It’s fiction, but I have to wonder if it will catch your interest, as I’m thinking it might. Feel free to take your time with those, I don’t need them back in any hurry. If you don’t like either one, or just when you’re finished you can always just leave them on the desk. ”
She stared at the two tomes for a moment before depositing them in her bag.
Wow. That’s nice of him. “Thanks. It’s really nice of you. I’ll give them a shot”
“Good. Those are just some new theories, mind you...they’re trying to answer the same questions you’re asking. There are others like that, perhaps just needing more experimental confirmation to be more popularly pursued. I liked those in particular, so I like to share when I can. Then I have someone to talk to about it.”
He seems excited about that. Guess maybe he doesn’t have that many people to talk to? Well, I don’t either. Can’t judge him for that one bit.
By now the rest of the class had begun trudging in, clearly not pleased after the curveball they were thrown during the last session.
“I should go sit down. I’ll talk to you later.”
He nodded and moved over to his desk to gather materials for the day.
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She needed coffee. Or sleep. Or food. Preferably before she fell dead on her face from exhaustion. She felt like an animated corpse. She’d been up all night, after not having begun to read the book of theories given to her until Sunday afternoon. It was Monday morning and the sun had already risen to find her leering at the last page of the book, several pages of questions with the answers typed after them and a hot mess of equations, only some of them solved, typed into her notebook laptop’s document feature. She felt like she was close to something, after answering some of the questions she’d had after reading and doing some calculations herself, but the “something” was undefined itself. Like she was close to an answer that did not yet have a question she felt she could form into words, much less math. She didn’t know enough. She knew she still had much to learn, but she felt it was all coming to her much too slowly. Frustration further marred her already wan face with a frown.
She still had to get ready and go to class. And she’d technically finished the book, but she didn’t even want to tell Dr. S she’d finished it until she had properly worked out what had confused her. She wanted to have something at least coherent to tell him about what she’d thought of it, other than “I’m confused as hell.”
She felt better after a shower, if still somewhat sick from lack of sleep and food.
She made a point to show up in class right before the start, to avoid having to make some excuse about the book.
To her immediate chagrin, as soon as most of the students had filed out, she heard a softly spoken
“Hana.” as she had attempted her own escape.
Damn.
“Yeah”
“You read any of those two I gave you last week?”
I won’t lie. That’d be stupid. Guess I’ll just have to embarrass myself.
“Hana?”
“Ah, sorry, I had to think about it for a second.” He looked a bit puzzled.
“Hope this doesn’t offend you…but you look a little pale today. Something wrong? You aren’t sick?”
“Oh, no, nothing like that. Just couldn’t sleep at all last night, and didn’t really have time to make food. I’ll just take a nap when I get home or something.”
“You have other classes today?”
“No, thank god” she chuckled tiredly.
“Hm. Mind coming with me for a bit, then? Won’t take long. Hour tops.”
“Ah….yeah, okay.” She really needed food. Pronto. But how was she supposed to refuse a teacher, when they asked in a tone of voice that made her think it was of vital importance?
“Good. Just a sec.” There was a jingle and he produced a set of keys, a leather jacket and….a helmet?
“You get embarrassed easily? ‘Cus well, this might be social suicide for you, now that I think about it…” He had paused after shrugging the jacket on and shoving the keys in a pocket, to frown down at the helmet.
“I…don’t really know anyone around here. Don’t really talk to people much. Kind of like it that way most of the time, to be honest. So, well I guess it doesn’t matter.”
“Alright. If it’s too weird for you let me know. Not used to having to worry about that sort of thing. I mean, just look at me” He laughed and handed her the helmet.
“Okay” She wasn’t sure what was happening, exactly, but whatever it was it clearly involved her going somewhere riding bitch on a bike with her physics professor. The surprising awkwardness of the situation finally caught up with her, and she couldn’t suppress a slightly tired giggle.
“Did you just…giggle at me?”
“Ah, it’s not you. Just….this is kind of weird. That didn’t really process until now. “
“You don’t have to go—”
“No, no. It’s fine. I’ll go. It’s just funny now. Sorry.”
= G sans POV=
“Don’t worry about it, kid.” He laughed again himself, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth again, amused that she just now found the situation funny, and more than a little surprised at how much he liked the sound of her laugh…
Back that gravy train waaaay the hell up, Sans. She’s a student, you Lech, not some giggling girl you’re taking on a date. So what if her giggle is cute as hell, if her face lights up when she talks about something interesting, if she seems bright, or if her hands are impossibly soft. If she must be that soft everywhere else…Fuck. Nope. Nope. Nope. Stop it. Stop it before she ever figures out you just had that thought.
“Sir?”
“Sorry about that. Guess I got lost in thought. Ready?” Idiot. This is how people get fired.
“Yeah.”
“Well, let’s go!” He said brightly, making the way briskly toward the doors to the back parking lot.
I’m only doing this because the poor girl clearly needs something to eat, and she’s a college student, therefore most likely lacking nutrition. Yeah. Yeah. That’s all it is, and there is nothing weird about this, if you really think about it. Who cares if there’s what, a 9 year age difference? She has to be about 18, right? She can get food and have a friendly conversation with her college professor about physics. She’s a grown ass woman…. Hell yeah, she is……..Fuck. Stop. Barely. She’s BARELY a grown woman.
“Where are we going?”
“Don’t worry about it” He said simply, working to keep a grin from spreading over his features, knowing that a one-word answer without details was sure to make her immediately frustrated. He was teasing her, of course. He’d seen enough so far to piece together that she valued information, and didn’t much like or see reason for it being withheld from her. God, that was attractive. He wanted to see her work for it, and then see what happens when she gets what she wants…
Stop it.
He glanced over his shoulder, to be met with an eyebrow raise of indignance. He let loose a chuckle as they neared his bike.
“Wow “
‘What?”
“Nothing. Nice bike.”
“Thanks. Helmets on, kids!”
She rolled her eyes but obliged, buckling it into place and adjusting the straps as she struggled her short self onto the back of the bike.
He nearly had a heart attack when her arms wrapped around his chest, pulling herself forward.
Keep it together, man He reminded himself as he felt her chest pressed flush against his back.
He revved it a bit for good measure, pulled out of the parking lot, and soon they sped away.
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=Hana POV=
Ten minutes and they pulled into the parking lot of a small diner named “Grillby’s”
How did I know he’d own a motorcycle……A diner?.....Ah……Food. She suddenly realized. He was taking her to get something to eat, after she’d told him she hadn’t eaten anything. Sweet. It’s not like that. There’s no way he’s thinking of it that way. He saw a poor hungry college kid and decided that since they were on friendlier terms now it wouldn’t be weird to grab a bite to eat. Don’t go thinking weird things.
She climbed off awkwardly and they headed inside.
“Grillby!! Two of your finest for myself and the kiddo” He burst as soon as they walked through the door. It appeared to be a slower time of day and so the diner was empty but for a man in a corner with coffee and a newspaper.
She started. Was that a man…made of fire?? Ha……he’s a fireman….. She suppressed a laugh at the bad joke, afraid to offend him.
“Miss Hana, this is Grillby. We go waaaay back. He makes the best burgers this side of the mountain, and under it too. Grillby, Miss Hana Reves. Student at the U.”
“Pleased to meet you, miss Reves. New faces are always welcome, but yours especially so, and might I add…you’re too good for him.”
“Grills!! She’s my student at the U. You know. Professor. Student. Not like that.”
“Ah, my apologies. I sincerely hope I didn’t offend you. As an apology….drinks are on the house, miss.”
“Ah, no, that’s okay. It’s fine. Thank you.” She was sure she was the color of a tomato, and Dr. S seemed rattled as she was.
“Please have a seat anywhere. I’ll be there shortly.”
They found a booth and spent an awkward few minutes in silence before Grillby bustled out with two plates laden with double-pattied burgers oozing cheese and sauce with fries piled on the side.
“What would you both like to drink?”
“I’ll have the single malt, leave the bottle”
“Sans”
“What, you think I’d actually get sloshed and try to get her home afterward? That hurts, Grills…”
“So a human beer”
“You got it”
Grillby sighed “You could have made that a lot simpler.” He turned to Hana “And for the young lady?”
“Guiness?”
“We have it. Anything else?”
“No, that’s it. Thank you.”
“My pleasure. ……Sans.”
“Grillby.”
“Nothing funny.”
“That’s like asking me not to breathe….”
Grillby sighed again and disappeared into the back.
“Sans?”
“Hm? Oh, yeah, that. That’s my name. Or, at least, what it was before we all moved topside. Probably sounds weird to you”
“Oh. No, well….a little. I was just confused for a minute. Thought maybe it was a nickname. It’s not weird. I kind of like the sound of it.”
“Oh? Then call me Sans from now on”
“Ah, no, I can’t do that…..Maybe…. Dr. Sans? Easier to say than Dr. Snowdin.”
“Fine with me. For now anyway.”
“Well, you worked hard for the ‘Dr.’ part of that. Figure you should get to use it.”
“Ah, well, see, there’s where you’re wrong” he laughed. “Didn’t work hard for that at all. At least not the way you guys do. Studied in the underground, was an assistant for a few years at the lab, then I came topside and tested out of most things, did some work to prove I could hack it. Made a few contributions to the field. Bang. Degree. Although I did have to deal with a lot of pushback from the community, as you might imagine. Then I had a lot of offers. Decided to come back and teach, as long as they gave me my own lab space up here so I didn’t have to move everything topside.”
“um. Wow. Okay. Where do I even….So….wait you had your own lab?”
“Oh yeah. I have one up here too. Other one’s at the old house.”
“It was in your house?”
“You seem surprised”
“Well, I am. I mean. A whole laboratory…to yourself. And you didn’t even have to leave your house. That’s….kind of awesome.”
“Yeah, that part was pretty great I guess.” He shrugged but looked pleased he’d managed to impress her. “You gonna eat that?” He nodded toward the burger she’d left untouched so far.
She picked it up and hesitated, looking it over to decide how to tackle such a monstrosity. It was dripping onto the plate as she held it aloft. Studying it, she thought Fuck it. And took a bite.
There was sauce all over her face, and she could feel it. Sans was not doing a good job of biting back his laughter at her apparent struggle. He leisurely took a bite, and managed to remain sauce free.
How the hell does he do that….
He seemed to sense her thoughts and shrugged, then grinned close mouthed as he chewed.
Grillby brought out the beers, shook his head as Sans asked him laughing “Hey, man, where’s the fire? Heh. Come hang out with us for a bit” and went behind the bar to dry some freshly cleaned glasses.
She miraculously finished most of the burger, and asked for a box for what was left and the fries. She was full already. She took a swig of the beer and sighed contentedly. Sans chuckled, licking sauce off his finger bones and smiled.
He. He has a tongue. How? Nevermind how right now,he has a fucking tongue….. Easy. Keep it together. Do not start thinking of any weird shit.
“Stuffed already?”
“Yep”
“Weak.”
“Do you SEE this thing?”
“Came. Saw. Conquered. “
“Uh huh. I see that. ……Bottomless pit. “ She took another few drinks, looking off to the side. How does that work anyway? He’s a skeleton…
“So. About the books you borrowed….finish them yet?”
Damn. Thought he’d forgotten already. “Uh, yeah. One of them. “
“Mm hm. Which one?”
“The theories.”
“And?”
“And?”
“And what did you think?”
“I….” She paused, not wanting to embarrass herself. But she also didn’t want to let him down.
“If you didn’t like it, that’s okay”
“No. No, it wasn’t that. I thoroughly enjoyed it. It’s just, well….I’m sort of embarrassed. I was up all night trying to figure a few things out. I tried looking things up, tried references, tried math….I was still confused about a few things. I know I’m missing information. I feel like I’m getting close to figuring it out, but I feel like I haven’t learned enough to understand fully. Sorry. Probably just way over my head for now…”
Grillby brought a box and she loaded the leftovers into it, closing the lid with a squeak and picking up her bottle up to finish it off.
“That’s why you were up so late? Man. I’m a bad influence, but it’s usually not that bad…anyway…what were you confused about? I can probably explain whatever it is. You don’t need to be embarrassed, you know. I think it’s better to admit you don’t know something than pretend like you get it. Go on. Oh, wait a sec. Hold that thought……Grillby!”
“Yes?”
“On my tab.”
“Always”
“Later.”
“I’ll be here. It was nice to meet you, Miss Hana. Please come again.” She wasn’t sure exactly how she was able to tell apart from his tone of voice, but the statement held genuine warmth she was sure was not a result of his constitution.
“I will. Thank you!” She smiled warmly back at him. Wow. He’s so genuinely nice. So hard to find.
They stepped out into the parking lot and Sans stood off to the side, lighting a cigarette
Oh, he smokes? I didn’t know that.
He blew out a puff of smoke and looked up into her eyes
Goddamn. Those…eyes. Every time…. And ….oh, shit he’s grinning at me. There’s a reason for that, isn’t there? I’ve been staring again. He’s going to think I’m some sort of creep. Quick. Say something to distract him…
“Well, a….about what you asked inside. Um, I can’t think of all the details I was worried about right now. I think it would be easier to show you the notes I made?”
His eyes were even more relaxed, his gaze felt like it was burning right through her.
If I don’t spontaneously combust, that is. God, I need to get laid again. I’m losing my mind and there’s probably no meaning at all behind that look. Just how he is. Not even sure he’s interested in humans in the first place, or how that would even work. But goddamn if that look isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Was he always this hot?
“Alright.”…….”This bothering you, by the way?” he blew out another puff of smoke and glanced to the cigarette in his right hand.
“Ah, honestly? It does a little bit. Ah, but don’t worry, I mean, it’s up to you, your choice, so don’t worry about i—” He took a drag, blew out and then threw it down, crushing it into the sidewalk.
“Been meaning to quit, anyway. Secondhand smoke and all that. Bad for humans. Some monsters too. I just happen to be lucky in that respect.”
“Okay”
“Well then. Which way is home?”
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=Sans POV=
Wednesday she’d arrived early to show him her notes. She’d printed them out to make it easier, and handed him the pages.
“Damn, kid.” Six pages? Some of them are pure calculation.....and she did this just because she couldn’t stand not knowing the answer? Stayed up all night looking for answers. He felt his chest grow warmer at the thought. And then he felt slightly sympathetic. What if she’d just had someone there to help answer the questions firsthand? Would she have just been able to go to bed, shut off her mind for a bit and get some rest? He knew all too well what it was like to be stumped and unable to sleep because of it. He had an idea…..and squashed it. No, Sans. Seriously, no. You cannot seriously be considering giving her your number. Like taking her out to eat wasn’t toeing the line already….You are flirting with your own termination papers…
He grabbed a sticky note from his desk and jotted down his number, handing it to her before he could think rationally again.
“I know what it’s like not to be able to just turn it off, even when you know you really need sleep. If you have trouble again, or if you have questions, use that. Text or call is fine. I ah…..just think it’s best if you come to class well rested, you know?” She took it from him. And smiled. God help him, she smiled. Fuck. Don’t smile like that, girl. If you only knew what it made me want to do…. You’d throw that back at me and turn your nose up. Find a nice boy in class or something…
‘Thank you, sir.”
He waved it off “No, of course. Use it anytime you need. Or just because. And I’ll look these over. I’m glad to have someone to talk to about it. Flattered you found it so interesting you worked so hard…wrote pages, formulas…lost sleep. Thanks for taking the suggestion to heart.”
“No, of course. It was really interesting. I’ll talk to you later. Um, let me know when you’re done with those..”
“I will. Best find your seat. I have a feeling it’s almost time.”
“Yeah.”
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Damn. She found every hole I was worried about. There are guys back in California that didn’t see them. Every hole in my theories….and what’s even more incredible…..I never actually had the math written out this far for it. This is way simpler than my approach. And all these questions…they’re all followed by her own hypothesis and reasoning. It’s so…intuitive. She did this all in one night. Who the hell is this girl?
Sans threw back a shot, one of the papers in the stack she’d handed to him clutched in his right, his brow furrowed in consternation as he poured another with his left.
Shit. What undergrad is capable of this kind of reasoning?
She could help with this. He’d never gotten past some of the issues in his own work, and had left some of it alone, to be finished later, as he often became stuck in the same loop of thought, even when trying a new approach to the beast. But this fresh mind, viewing the work from a different angle….this fresh, apparently bright mind….that could change things. If she was okay with it, that is. He’d still have to ask, of course. If it worked, it was sure to help her gain recognition, make it easier for her to gain respect and then to secure herself a position later so she might conduct her own research without the usual stress, without the absolute insanity that is job-hunting after college. Even with a degree, he’d seen students unable to find work in the same field. He’d seen students burn out, or unable to hack it, or lose interest in the subject. Or simply be unsuited for it. She needed to be nurtured, or she’d be one of the few that had such drive to work hard, and such intuition…a knack for it, really…..that ended up in some office cubicle shuffling papers and filing claims somewhere. There was nothing wrong with that occupation, of course….but it would be a waste. He had the feeling she must have been born for this. She had a very deep love for the subject. It was apparent in everything she’d written. It was beautiful.
He’d made up his mind. She’d be his research assistant. If she said no, he’d respect it, but also still try to convince her, just to ensure he didn’t give up hope on what could be accomplished with her help. If she still refused, he’d cut the losses. He’d do everything else that he could to ensure she didn’t burn out or become completely lost after school. But if she said yes….he had a feeling he would not be disappointed.
The decision made, he continued to read the rest, increasingly impressed. It was elegant work, even in its apparent confusion in many areas. He poured more shots and downed them. That part may have been a mistake. Sure, it was the weekend, but he’d not been drunk in some time. Soon things became a little too fuzzy for him to properly concentrate. He put down the last sheet, vowing to read it in the morning as his mind wandered.
Beautiful. Damn. It’s no small wonder…..
Fuck. And she’s beautiful. Fucking brilliant, beautiful….incredible human. The things I would do….If I do ask her, it’s going to be hard. Heh. In more ways than one. Ugh. I need to stop thinking like this. Am I drunk? Guess it doesn’t matter. Not like she’s here….
He brushed his hand over his buzzing skull and swiped his tongue along his teeth, for the moment losing reason.
God, what would she do? I’d kiss her…would she kiss back? Run her pink tongue along my teeth to make me shudder? Rub it along mine? Press her soft lips to me, would she be shy? Run her fingers over my ribs, or would I have to take her hands in mine, guide her to them? What kind of sound would she make after I bit into her neck? Would she arch her small back, eyes squeezed shut as she gasped in pleasure? Has anyone ever bitten her? Shit, what I wouldn’t give to hear the sounds she’d make as my teeth scrape so lightly over her neck. Feel her as she can’t help but press into me, that cute flush of hers making the tips of her ears turn red as she pants in desperation….
He had felt his energy begin to pulse long ago. His member formed in response, out of habit now.
Hell with it. Who’s going to know?
Images flashed through his head freely now as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down; Hana on her knees in front of him. Then bound by his energy, her wrists pinned to a wall….then…saying his name as her back arched, sweat dripping from her over-sexed, trembling form….
He came quickly, groaning as he stroked himself faster.
Fuck. Shouldn’t……shouldn’t have done that.
He panted, coming down from his high. He waved himself clean, trying not to think about it too much. Then there was a slight increase in pressure in the office as he flashed into his own room. He crawled into his bed, spent and tired now.
Need to…ah. Sleep it off. Just drunk. All there is to it. Yeah….
He slept fitfully.
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CHAPTER 2: October
=Hana POV=
He’d asked her to be his assistant. And she’d said yes.
She’d been surprised……..really surprised. Not just that the theories she’d found so interesting were in fact, all his. But also; why the hell would he want someone who hadn’t really understood all of the information….someone who clearly didn’t know enough yet to be in real-world situations…actually assisting with important matters…..?
He explained to her a week later, after she had stressed about her lack of qualification for some time, displaying seriously nervous, jumpy behavior, why he’d chosen her.
She had trouble believing him, telling him she didn’t need sugarcoating; he could tell her if he thought she needed extra care and explanation. He’d chuckled at her and assured her this was the final decision, and it most certainly was not a case of charity. After that, she felt relaxed. She didn’t completely believe him just yet, but all the same, it was an opportunity she’d have to be an idiot to pass up.
That had been around two months ago, now. They’d made habit of going to Grillby’s after some hours in the lab, and sometimes after class.
Today she’d finished a few things early from class, and had sat, tapping her pencil for some time, leaning over the desk he’d given her to use in his office next to the classroom. Neither of them had spoken in hours. She couldn’t wrap her mind around this one.
“Alright. If you don’t go home I’m kicking you out”
“Wha?” She responded, still in thought
“You. Your brain is fried for tonight. Go home, kid, you need to relax. Try again tomorrow, if you want to. ”
“But—”
“Nope. Home. Go.” She glanced up as he pointed a bony finger at the door to her left, still staring down at his computer, his jaw resting on his left palm and she sighed, knowing there would be nothing she could do to change his mind about this. He was incredibly stubborn about some things, when he was usually so laid back. The contrast was interesting…when she wasn’t so annoyed at being told when to quit. She shrugged on her jacket…it had been cold lately.
“Later”
“Yeah”
“Let me know of you need any help”
“Sure thing”
She sighed again and made her way home. Stubborn ass.
Can’t believe I’m considering this
She thought as she pulled on a pair of tight, dark denim jeans
Not just considering….guess I’m actually going……This is going to be a bad idea, I just know it ….
She pulled on a loose black top that showed off her shoulders
Well then. Guess it looks okay?
She looked in the mirror one last time before shoving a pocketknife, lighter, phone and assortment of other things into the small purse she usually had stuffed into her backpack. She had gone home after being kicked out of Sans’ office, at a loss for what to do at first…then starting Firefly from the beginning again when she got a mass text. She’d been surprised, to say the least, the pale glow of the screen suddenly lighting up her face as her expression went through a myriad of transformations, the average of which was wariness.
How did they even get my number? It’s not online…..ah. wait. Jenna.
Jenna was the grad student that flitted in now and then before class started. She was friends with many of the people in that class, and she had an uncanny knack for digging up information to which most weren’t immediately privy. Hana sighed in indecision. It could be a joke, or pity, or maybe they hadn’t even cared who showed up, as long as everyone was trashed by the end of the night.
She’d been invited to a house party that started in 4 hours. She had plenty of time to get ready….but she didn’t doubt she’d need most of that time to weigh the pros and cons of going to this most probably uncomfortable situation, against her routine of wrapping herself in layers of blanket, a mug of hot chocolate in hand as she watched read or wrote whatever she damn well pleased all weekend.
It would only be for one night, and she didn’t have to get blind drunk and stupid. She could show up for the experience, to say she’d been invited to a party and had shown up. And honestly, for having the option to do whatever she felt like doing at home….she was bored. She’d planned on spending another long night in the lab with Sans, but he’d kicked her out. It wasn’t the first time, but both times were recently. She was worried. What if he was reconsidering the assistant position because they hadn’t really made much progress and it had been two months already? Had he been expecting much more?
Or….god help her, had he noticed how she couldn’t help but look at him sometimes, and he was making sure she got out and cleared her head before coming back? She hoped not. That would be absolutely mortifying, to think he’d known this whole time. But even if he had…monster or no, he was attractive. Surely he had held the attention of more than one woman, even human women in his life. He must be used to dealing with that by now. Would certainly explain that shit eating grin, that all-knowing smirk and cocky ass attitude to which she had grown begrudgingly accustomed…and attracted. Best not to worry about that now. She needed to not think about how much she wanted to be in that office, his presence simultaneously a balm and at times a static shock to her senses. Or how much she wanted to work out those knots in the theory that were sure to drive her insane of they weren’t resolved. She couldn’t go and work harder now no matter how much she wanted to. He’d shoo her away as soon as he heard the doorknob turn, and he’d find out if she’d snuck past him to go to the lab. He always knew. She sighed.
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The place was kicking when she arrived. She’d pulled her small busted ass Toyota to the side and parked a little ways down the street, but you could see it from there. Lights flashing alternately magenta, purple blue and green, you could practically feel the bass from where she sat, apprehensively eyeing what had turned out to be an even bigger ordeal than she’d first expected. Had everyone that’d been invited actually shown up? It looked like it. She’d even made sure she arrived late, so maybe some of the people had left by the time she’d arrived. She could see now that her calculations had been off.
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=Sans POV=

Ugh. Should have let her stay. Could have used the company to keep my head on straight.
……This may be entirely fucked. We haven’t made any progress, and it’s because there’s something fundamentally wrong with this one. I just can’t pick it out. Not just a hole somewhere, but a giant crack in the foundation. She must have seen it. I wonder if she’s working around it. Come to think of it, we haven’t said much but trivial banter in the past week, we’ve both been so focused. Should communicate more outside of Grillby’s…
Stars, Hana. I hope you don’t listen to me this time, even if you do need a break…I want you here. I’ve seen that rebellious side. Like a damned bonfire. Kind of hoping if I tell you “no” some more it will be like tossing gasoline on a cooking fire….make you come storming in here, refusing to leave. Then again, you’re more rational than that, aren’t you? Always seem to have rules you won’t break. Maybe you won’t disobey because you’re afraid you’ll get fired for good? I hope not. Won’t happen. Your help….and your presence. It’s just too valuable to me. I hope you can sense that….
Sans sighed and let the stack of papers fall will a soft plop on the desk, running a bony hand over his skull in frustration again. She’d left hours ago. Probably wasn’t coming back. He stood up, strode to the rack by the door and shrugged on his jacket. He’d walk home this time. He needed a nice stroll to clear his head before the night was over. Maybe he’d call her tomorrow, ask her if she wanted to come in and then he’d explain why he thought they weren’t getting anywhere, even with the long hours they’d put in so far. Yeah. That’s it. He’d ask her to come in. Just the thought of that voice, and the expression she’d make….she’d probably smile and laugh immediately when he told her, as if he’d just told her a joke but it was on her. Her eyes would crinkle around the edges, that amused gleam manifesting itself as she pulled a close-fingered palm up to rest against her mouth. As she laughed more and realized how much more work it meant, her eyes would widen and she’d laugh harder. He smiled softly to himself at the image he’d seen some handful of times before when something had gone wrong and they’d had to start over. This would be even worse. He laughed to himself, stress beginning to fade as he headed into the brisk October air.
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Welp.
He’d been stress free not even 30 minutes ago when he’d started walking. Now he was more sure than ever that the universe was a closed, deterministic system….a sentient one which was out to get him fired before he would ever have enough evidence to prove that.
Hana’s flushed face was pressed into his chest for warmth, her arms circling his torso inside his jacket as she sighed contentedly, eyelids more than likely a burden to keep open. She was sure to pass out, soon, now that, like a reptile she’d found a heat source….it was nap time. He’d seen worse, people too drunk to walk more than a few feet, or even get off the ground where they’d sat. Hell, he’d been so wasted on monster liquor before that he’d stood up, and promptly fell on his face, asleep before he’d hit the floor. But Hana….who seemed like she would have a low tolerance, had definitely had more than her share.
He’d been about another 15 minute walk from his own house, passing by when he’d taken notice of the lights, heard the music. Ah. Kids having a party. Heh. Wonder how much it would fuck with them if I just walked through the door and grabbed a beer.
He found the thought so amusing he’d actually begun to angle himself toward the house, when he’d had to double take. There, in front of the door, was a disheveled Hana. And damn if she didn’t look edible. Then he saw the guy. Drunk as hell, you could tell even from this distance. He had one arm around her waist, the right sliding down the small of her back and heading toward the curve of her ass…..but her hands were both on his chest, trying to pry herself away. He was slowly trying to drag her back inside…presumably to go upstairs….and she was having none of it. Her hands suddenly fell to her sides, and he wondered with alarm if she was just going to let the guy drag her back in, or start to kiss her then and there. The guy leaned in as Sans eyes went black, then his left iris flashed a brilliant yellow…No. This is not happening. She doesn’t want this. Going to give this piece of shit a bad fucking time….
But before Sans had flashed to where they were, there was a sudden movement from Hana’s left arm, then she had stepped to the side….and the guy’s face slammed into the brick wall of the porch behind her, before he slumped to the concrete, groaning in pain. It had happened so fast Sans wasn’t entirely sure what she’d done or how. She stood there for a second, then kicked him, making him fall onto his side, rolling off the porch and into the bushes. She then huffed in exasperation, grabbed her purse on the ground and said simply “bitch” before heading off the porch…and in Sans’ direction. She’d taken a few unsteady strides, wavering just a little, before she looked up. Sans had long since extinguished his left eye. But he was sure the look on his face must have been priceless, frozen in shock as he was. It wasn’t so much the fact that she’d done it, but that she was clearly three sheets to the wind herself, shorter than most, and she’d moved so fast that he’d have missed it if he needed to blink. Holy shit.
She’d frozen for a moment and stared at him, as if not quite sure it was him.
Who the hell else would it be?
Then she’d broke out into the brightest grin he’d ever seen, wide as a Cheshire cat’s…..laughed and run toward him. He was amazed that she’d managed not to trip over herself. She slammed into him with force that could have knocked the air out of a human’s lungs, he was sure.
“Sans! Ha! Holy shit, you’re here. Were you invited too? I was just leaving, but, I don’t know…..I’m so glad to see you! …….Oh, you’re so warm! It’s freezing out here…..”
And she’d remained glued to him since.
A lot can change in five minutes.
Fuck you, universe. Or, thank you? Not sure which just yet….
Damn, she smelled intoxicating. Like her small, soft frame clinging to him tightly and sighing wasn’t enough trouble already…..
“Mmm. Sans….”
Oh, hell….
“Sans?”
“Yes?”
“Mm. Sorry. Just hugging you like this. You’re just so warm….” She sighed. “hm. And you smell good….”
To what cruel deity do I need to sacrifice a lamb to get out of this without screwing up? Or screwing something else…. Shit. No. Bad Sans. None of that. Focus. She’s drunker than a damned skunk. She might be blackout. If she is, she won’t remember in the morning….and imagine how pissed and embarrassed she’d be to find you, her teacher, lying in bed beside her after a night of drinking. But then…if you leave first, before she wakes up….NO. That’s fucked up. She doesn’t deserve that kind of bullshit, especially not from the person that’s supposed to be her mentor. She’s barely of legal age anyway. Might still be….well. How would you feel if you knew it was your fault she’d either not remember her first time, or that she regrets it? Just get her home. Get her hydrated and warm and stay bedside to make sure she doesn’t succumb to alcohol poisoning or worse. Then leave in the morning right before she wakes up. With luck she won’t remember, she’ll just think it was a weird dream. Be much less embarrassing and won’t make things awkward in the office. Either way you can say you didn’t take advantage of her being drunk.
He nodded to himself, mind made up. Hopefully she wouldn’t remember this next part either, or there’d be a lot of questions….
He steered her away from the house and into a more secluded spot. She’d simply hummed and followed. He’d pulled her close again then, wrapping his arms around her back, unsuccessfully resisting the urge to rub his palms soothingly over her back and shoulders as she sighed more, content again with the heat. He flashed them both to her apartment, looking at her apprehensively to see if it had affected her ability to keep the contents of her stomach intact. She seemed better than fine, now running her hands along the back of his ribs through his shirt…..exploring him. Rational thought was going to start getting fuzzy if he didn’t stop her soon.
…..I really, really need to stop her….ugh. Just think of how mortified she’d be…how angry and regretful….good. There. See? Fine. But it wasn’t. He was calmer now….but he’d have to resist this at least until she passed out. She wasn’t doing it on purpose. No way. Drunk and craving warmth, and maybe a little company. Someone she knew and obviously trusted. Not like she really knew what it was doing to him, or she’d have stopped by now.
“Hey, you probably want to get comfortable, right? Hey, look. Bed’s over in the other room, couch is right over there. Which one looks better?”
“Mmm. You.”
“……ah. Besides me, though.” He coughed
“Couch…..?”
“Alright—”
“If you go too.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Okay. Here we go” He turned her around, steering her with his palms on her shoulders, pushing her gently toward the burgundy couch in her living room. She giggled and let herself be steered. When they reached the couch, she leaned back at the last minute, grinning and giggling more now, as she tried to make it impossible for him to push her gently down onto the couch. He suppressed a laugh himself and softened his voice to be more reassuring and steady.
“Hana”
“Mmmhmm”
“C’mon, sweetheart, we need to get you onto the couch”
“heh. Why?”
“Well, because I need to go get a few things for you. A glass of water, whatever you might like to eat. A blanket.”
She seemed to consider this, then “You’ll come back? You said you’d sit here too”
“Absolutely. First we’ll get you all comfortable, though. Sound good?”
“Yeah’” She relented, leaning up again, and then plopping down onto the couch, bringing her knees and feet up onto it and curling them up beside her as she nestled in, leaning her head on the arm.
Perfect.
He fetched a black fleece blanket and pillow, also in black, from her room. Wrapping her in the blanket and placing the pillow under her head, he turned to get the water when a tug on the back of his t shirt stopped him.
“Yeah, kid?”
“Mmnot a kid”
He laughed. “Sure you are. 18, drunk as a skunk. But don’t sweat the details, kiddo”
“not 18” she yawned “ ..m24”
What? Since when? But she’s freshman righ..…..oh. Sans was stunned by his own stupidity. He’d just assumed, and never actually asked. She’d also shown Grillby an ID, and he hadn’t hesitated. And Sans called himself a scientist. Way to piece this one together, genius. That meant she was maybe only 3 years younger than he was. No. Doesn’t make this any better. Don’t rationalize your thoughts, you’re still the teacher, here.
“Ah, my mistake. Sorry about that. Just kind of assumed “ he laughed it off and tried to go into the kitchen, but her hand held him fast
“Sans”
“Yeah?”
“…thanks”
“Nah.” He waved to show it wasn’t a big deal “Now let me go get you some water, okay?”
“..okay”
When he came back she was sitting up with her feet stretched out, wiggling her toes.
Ha. Cute.
He handed her the water and, true to his word, sat beside her, leaning on the opposite arm of the couch in exhaustion. She took a few large gulps and sat the glass on the table in front of her. She then promptly leaned over and crawled into his lap, face pressed once again to his torso , one arm lying to the side and the other lightly resting against the side of his ribs.
“……Hana”
“mm hmm?”
“What……..whatcha doing there?”
“hm? You’re so warm. And you smell good…..”
“Heh. You said that already….”
“It’s true…..Hey Sans?”
“Yeah?” Sweat was beginning to bead on his skull, he was sure of it…
“Will you stay with me? Really like you being here. It’s comfortable, and you’re so….so warm, Sans…”
“Ah, I don’t think I should stay for too long, but…..maybe for a bit. Just until you fall asleep.” He cut her off, her words and slightly softened tone making him sweat a bit, afraid of what she might say next.
“Really? That’s good. Hm. kind of want to watch a movie. What kind do you like?”
“Comedy?” He offered. He wanted to hear her laugh again. His main motivation, however…..distract drunk Hana. She was clearly unaware of how she was torturing him and she needed to go to sleep before either of them did something incredibly stupid.
“Yeah”
“Hold on then”
He untangled himself from the drunken college student gripping his shirt and found the TV remote, switching it on to reveal that, mercifully, Hana had elected to use only internet applications for entertainment and he would not have to spend time perusing through a DVD collection. He had no issue with doing so under normal circumstances….but the sooner she was distracted, the better.
He flipped through movie titles, and picked one he was rather fond of
“Don’t know this one”
“I think you’ll like it. One of my favorites anyway”
“Sounds good..” She was already sounding sleepy. Thank god.
He sat back down on the end of the couch, as far away from her as possible, propping both his feet to the side, knees in the air, using his shins as a barricade against the girl he was trying desperately not to pin to the couch and ravish. Easy Sans, pretty sure you’re in the clear. You did what you said you’d do and took care of her. She already sounds sleepy. All that’s left now is to wait and maybe get some shuteye yourself, then just get up before she does if possible and leave.
That’s when Hana crawled to his side, parted his legs and crawled between them, lying on her side toward the TV with her head on his ribcage.
Goddammit.
They watched the movie in silence. Sans attempted to ignore the girl lying in his lap. After 30 minutes he heard steadier breathing and though he couldn’t see her face, was sure she must be asleep. He breathed an inaudible sigh, and smoothed her hair where it had become messed up. Then he attempted to lift her lightly and slide himself off the couch. Unbelievably, she rolled to her stomach and then wrapped both arms around his torso squeezing once and then relaxing, turning her face away from the bright TV screen. She pushed her feet into the couch and scooted up then so that her head was now lying near his collarbone, body draped lengthwise against his own. He stared in surprise, thought Of course… and then shifted so they were both more comfortable. He couldn’t deny it….as much as he was afraid he’d do something stupid, looking at her lying on top of him, sleeping peacefully…it made him feel warm. He knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help but wish it could be like this more.
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer and kissed the top of her head. He wanted to turn her head and press himself to those soft looking lips instead. Kiss her softly and so slow it was nearly torture. Pour passion into his energy and send it buzzing over her skin. Watch her face flush as it danced over her nerve endings, see it light another kind of fire in her eyes when she opened them. He had to stop thinking… He continued to stroke her hair soothingly, wanting so badly to give in….He turned his gaze back to the television, and soon became too drowsy to care that he really shouldn’t be holding her like this. That he should be leaving. He drifted and then eventually fell asleep.
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=Hana POV=
It wasn’t a dream. She was sure it had been. She’d slowly begun to want his company more and more, and before she’d realized it, she’d begun thinking of other things. Sans asking to see her after class, leaning in to kiss her, holding his hand…..sitting in his lap as they made out on her couch, the way his hands would feel trailing slowly down her back…. It had gotten…bad. Her fantasies had spiraled out of control after that, coming at the most inopportune times. When they were alone in the office it was all she could do not to march to his desk, lean over it and grab the front of one of those dress shirts, pull him closer and just kiss him. Inhumanly sexy, brilliant bastard…
And here he was, beneath her, looking to be sleeping peacefully. As she woke up more, she noticed his arms were circled around her, hands lying against her back, holding her to him. Oh, god. I hope I didn’t actually…did I tell him anything? Think! Did I actually try to kiss him, or did I just think about it? Oh shit. I’m never drinking again. But then….I mean, he’s still here……now that I think about it. He could have just left. He wasn’t drunk. Well at least not that I could tell, but I was out of my gourd last night. I do know that I …god, I couldn’t keep my hands off him. It’s all coming back now. Ugh. I acted like a spoiled brat, and then I just…. Begged him to stay and clung to him like Velcro….and then I just…..crawled between his legs and cuddled him, then fell asleep. He may have just been too polite to risk waking me by trying to get up and leave. But then….he’s….also holding me. Her face flushed remembering that, feeling his bony hands pressed into her back. Sans made a soft noise in his sleep, shifted a bit, and began rubbing her lower back soothingly with his right palm.
……AHHHHHHHH. Is he awake?
He didn’t seem to be close to waking up just yet. He sighed softly, continued to rub her back and pulled her closer and up with his left arm. Half asleep still, he shifted her until they were chest to chest, her fire engine red face next to his complacent one. His eyes still closed, his left hand moved up to caress the back of her neck, lightly scratching the skin at her hairline, causing her skin to break out in goosebumps and heat to begin rushing to her lower abdomen. He nuzzled his face in the side of her neck, and she felt his mouth open, the teeth grazing the skin there lightly, the brush of his nasal bone above it.
Hana was hyperventilating. Sans dragged his teeth along the side of her neck, lightly nipping her now and then, as his right hand wandered down the small of her back, cupping her right cheek and then squeezing it a little. His left hand wandered before pushing under the hem of her blouse, running up her spine, causing her to shudder as his fingerbones pressed over her bare skin, raising the hem of her shirt so far it was over her bra now, exposing her back to the air. Hana’s mouth was parted and she was panting a bit, her body trying to get enough oxygen as she began to tremble with excitement. San’s right palm gripped her ass a little more firmly, and pulled her down, then pushed up and back down again. She could feel a hardness in the jeans he wore. Did…..skeleton monsters even get erections? Apparently so.
She knew she should wake him up. Make him stop. It would be the right thing to do. What if he had a girlfriend somewhere, and is just dreaming, or thinks he’s at home with her? Even as she thought that it was difficult to really care, aroused as she was and having wanted it for so long. Fuck.
She should stop him. But damn if the friction wasn’t the most delicious thing she’d ever experienced. She had begun helping his efforts, unable to stop her own hips as she gasped and closed her eyes, riding and shuddering over his hard-on; with each pass over it she was getting more desperate to feel it out of those jeans, and against her own naked flesh. She wanted him inside her, wanted those bones smacking against her as he pounded her to release, the way she’d imagined so many times when alone and sometimes in the office when he was only a few feet away.
Sans left hand began to scratch light trails down her back, and her shirt had ridden up so far with their grinding against each other that it was bunched over her breasts now, the material of her bra rubbing against the front of his shirt, the combination of their heat and the slightly chilled air in the room making her break out in more goosebumps.
That was when she felt a wetness on her neck and realized he was now using that inhumanly long tongue to taste her and she was more turned on than she’d been in her life. Then he bit down. Hard.
“AH. Nghh. Sans…” She moaned and tried to bite it off, panting his name at the end as pleasure burned through her. He stilled suddenly. Shit…. Trying to calm herself but still panting, she looked down at him again. Both of his palms had been gripping her ass in that moment, his cock pressing against her as she straddled his middle, her back arched, breasts close to his face and pressed into his chest. Her own chest was still heaving and her face was blotchy from the flush of heat. Her hooded eyes now met his….they were completely black. She felt a shock of sheer panic. God……he’s awake. I knew it would happen and yet….I didn’t stop him. Shit. What he must think of me now…I wonder if he’s mad….
She quickly looked to the side, avoiding his gaze and swallowed thickly.
That seemed to break him out of his trance. She glanced at him, and the lights in his irises were back, wider than usual…in shock? Seemed that way. Makes sense.
He was silent. His expression went from surprised to flat in a second, and he removed his palms from her ass, instead placing them on her waist, lifting her a bit so he could sit up properly. He slid himself from underneath her and placed her gently back on the couch. His hands left her waist, and were only a sigh of a touch as they moved to where her shirt had bunched above her breasts, as if he were afraid to break her.
His eyes hadn’t dared to meet hers again just yet, and it was unnerving her. She wished he would say something. They seemed to linger on her breasts a moment….she may be delusional, but she thought she may have seen them soften just a bit at the sight. He then promptly grasped both sides of her shirt’s hem and pulled it slowly down over her breasts again, until it had covered her entire torso once more.
That done, he retracted his hands quickly, looking off to the side himself and looking very much at a loss for words. She hoped desperately he wasn’t angry she hadn’t stopped it. And of course there was no way this left any room for debate about whether or not she was attracted to him. She couldn’t be sure if he had ever wondered, but in the event he had….the answer was clear now.
Bile rose in her throat as it constricted with worry at his silence. She swallowed loudly again, trying to force the feeling back down. Her cheeks and the tips of her ears stung with a mix of leftover arousal and embarrassment now as she too looked off to the side at nothing in particular.
She gathered all her courage then, deciding suddenly that if he was going to touch her like that in his sleep, she was going to find out if he was interested when awake, by asking if he wanted to continue what they were doing… in her bedroom this time.
As she opened her mouth he spoke.
“Hana. I……shit” the last word came out in a whisper.
He sounded remorseful. Not necessarily a good sign.
“I’m……jesus I can’t even figure out where to start. I’m…..sorry. I’m not sure that even covers it. Please don’t think I……I wasn’t intending for any of that to happen.” His bony right hand had come up to rub past his face and then over the back of his skull. She recognized his stress habit and swallowed the lump in her throat, fighting tears. Please don’t. Don’t apologize. Don’t say you regret it….Did you not want it, too? You could have just left…
“You were so drunk….I just wanted to make sure you got home safe, so I brought you here, and then you said you didn’t want me to leave….and we’re…well, I thought we were close enough to be counted as friends at this point, even though I’m your teacher….that…it’s probably wrong for me to have thought of it that way in the first place. Anyway I…..you looked so down for a minute there, and alcohol is a depressant, of course….I didn’t want it to turn your night into a bad one. I’ve had those….they’re absolute hell when you get on that downward spiral….and. And…..” he took a deep, shaky breath “well, I just thought I’d stay until morning, make sure you got hydrated, didn’t succumb to alcohol poisoning. Wanted to make sure you were comfortable. And well you….I mean, it’s common for people to want company and…..affection when they’re intoxicated and….you wanted to be close to me so…..I was going to leave, I swear. I wasn’t going to…..do anything. I tried to leave and you started to wake up, and you held tighter. I didn’t want to wake you, you were finally comfortable and asleep, I thought it would be cruel…and I fell asleep watching the movie.” He stopped, unsure how to continue. “I’m….god, I can’t tell you how sorry I am. Taking advantage of you, like that. I was trying not to do that very thing.…..I’m your teacher, for god’s sake. Touching you like that…..” He trailed off, his voice barely above a whisper now, his tone oozing shame and pleading. Hana’s stomach had dropped with the first few words out of his mouth. Now she felt sick. Here was confirmation; he didn’t want her ….at least not her in particular. He was regretting it instantly…..and apologizing, asking for her forgiveness without saying it.
“Sans”
“Yes?” He looked up, his eyes finally meeting hers, looking terrified of whatever she was about to say, a host of emotions flitting across them. Shame. Remorse. Hope…
“I…..thank you. For….for taking care of me and for….apologizing. You really don’t have to…” She trailed off herself, swallowing her renewed nerves, her breath quickening again. “I….wasn’t exactly….you’re….not mad that I didn’t, uh……stop you..?”
The lights in his eyes went out again. She blinked and they were back. Did she imagine it?
“No…..oh, Hana, no, love, I’m not angry with you” He said it so soft and breathily, his lights seeming to get slightly brighter…. she was stunned into nervous silence. Had he just….called her ‘love’? “No. It’s not your fault. You were just…well you spent the night drinking. Some research has suggested there’s an increase in testosterone levels for women after they’ve been drinking….possible link with their need for…ah. Company. Anyway I…..was far too familiar with you, and with you in that state… Well, I happened to be around and close to you, so it’s no surprise you wouldn’t want me to leave. And….well, I should have been much more responsible. Shouldn’t…..shouldn’t have fallen asleep like that. I’m sorry.”
He seemed a little more relieved. Had he actually been expecting…that she would what, throw him out? Say he molested her and tell him she was pressing charges? Had he not realized that she hadn’t stopped him intentionally? She was sober as she possibly could be this morning. Slightly hungover, she realized now as the achy feeling and mercifully small headache suddenly made themselves present.
She decided he needed to know. Humiliating as it was, and knowing that things at school would be even more awkward when he knew…he deserved he truth. Not to beat himself up, make her the victim of the situation, to be so…..regretful. She’d essentially begged him not to leave. And she knew better. The alcohol had done nothing to her sex drive….she’d simply lost the ability to hide it from him. She was a complete idiot. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes. Then she exhaled in a rush.
“Sans”
“Hana.……I’m probably making you uncomfortable.…..I should probably go, and ah…..get rid of…anyway. Yeah. I’ll…..if it’s okay with you, I want to talk more. I want to fix this if there’s any way. I think I need to, ah, stop being distracted….first…..”
She looked at him. He was still hard. She swallowed again, biting her lower lip.
Stop that. He’s apologizing and you need to explain to him why he doesn’t need to…. She’d instantly imagined Sans with his head thrown back, panting and moaning, his thigh bones spread wide, fist balling in the sheets as the other pumped his member frantically, drops of moisture beading and sliding over his bones from a shower as he arched against the bed…..shit.
“Sans” her breathing was shallow again and she prayed he couldn’t hear the want thick in her voice
“You can stay, I want to talk to you, too…” she began
“I really don’t think that’s a good idea right now. I’m a little…. well, distracted, as sometimes happens, ah, in the mornings….I think we should do it…..ah, talk later.” He was stuttering and getting up now, preparing to make his escape.

=Sans POV=

Shit. Ho-ly SHIT. What the hell have I done. I feel like a damn coward. She’s obviously flustered and spent at least some of the morning waking up to a hangover and her college professor…..feeling her up.
Not just that. Dry-humping her, if his grip on each of those plump, squeezable ass cheeks and her arched back pressing her into his very prominent erection was any indication of what he’d done while asleep. He’d been dreaming….about her of course. He’d had some of those dreams already…..he’d thought this one was a little too good, a little too real. Fuck. And now he was running away to go jerk himself off…he’d not even been able to hide that from her. It was humiliating, but he thought she deserved to know that he wasn’t just going to…molest her and then run away without taking responsibility and talking to her about it. Though of course he dreaded explaining to her why it had happened in the first place….
Under normal circumstances, Sans being himself, he wouldn’t be running on home in this condition when there was a sexy, flushed woman right in front of him and he’d already made a move…so there was that embarrassment. He fought down the very strong part of him that wanted to say ‘hell with it…already taken a bite, why not just seduce her, taste her…..devour her right here and now…’
He knew that part of him only led to trouble. To getting his ass so fired. To hurting her by treating her like she was some slut because any relationship would be impossible with their situation. All the same….
No Sans. Come on. Think straight. Get home, get rid of the tent you’re pitching and then….figure out how the hell you’re going to not only explain to her why you were dry humping her when she woke up but how it’s not going to happen again and that things are going to be strictly professional…..and hopefully she’ll buy that it’s just this weird, one time fluke…..and that you haven’t been a horny bastard, thinking about having her in every position you can imagine, on every surface of that office you share this whole time.
“Hana. I don’t want you to think I’m just running away….it’s just hard for me to think straight, so I want to go and cool off first. Is that okay? Do you want to talk later?” he let pleading enter his tone, praying she would be okay with that proposition.
She seemed conflicted. Confusion, worry, uncertainty all flicking across her features, her brows knitting together, the sides of her mouth turning down into a slight frown. He felt disgusted with himself for having caused that. The quirky smile and cute laugh, and even the usual sarcasm and challenge were absent, and he hated it. He hadn’t wanted to imagine that laugh ceasing, that smile drooping because of him, and now it had happened. He had to fix it. Before he could open his mouth again to try to say something, anything to make her laugh or at least crack a smile, she said a hesitant, wavering “……Okay.”
Relief flooded him. So she wasn’t going to shut him out. She’d still let him try to explain later.
He turned and grabbed his jacket, tugging it on and trying not to look like he was in nearly as much of a hurry as he was in, still feeling guilt clawing its way back to the surface.
“I’ll send you a text a bit later. We can meet somewhere, get lunch and then, we’ll, ah, go talk somewhere….Just tell me when you’ve figured out what you might want to eat. Completely my treat. I’ll ….talk to you later, okay?”
“Yeah, um. I’ll text you….”
“Okay” He tried to smile at her, tried to soothe her the way he usually did….with a smirk that was sure to piss her off, or a smile that she would usually return…one that always made him want to kiss her, melt into her…..but he knew it was coming out crooked in his stressed state.
And then, despite the worry that had been etching itself into her face, she smiled crookedly back at him. It was like the sun breaking through clouds on an overcast day, and he felt a nearly irrepressible urge to stride over to her, kiss that impossible, forgiving smile senseless and take her in a frenzy of passion right there on that couch. Before he could do so he turned and strode, trying not to run out the door, knowing this made him the worst kind of coward.
=Hana POV=
He’s leaving. He looks so guilty, and …disgusted? He looks like he’s trying everything he can not to actually run out the door right now. Working so hard at that he can barely stop himself, much less try to hide it.
She felt sick, and not just from the hangover. Sans looked like he was absolutely horrified with this situation. Like the fact that they had been on the couch with his arms around her only minutes ago was an awful coincidence he wanted to forget. He said he’d had this usual issue in the mornings. Implying his instincts had taken over while he was asleep. That this was a mistake. Hana fought tears attempting to prick the corners of her eyes. He had asked her about talking to her about it later. She felt dread settle in her roiling stomach and was surprised how steady she’d kept her voice when she answered “Okay.”
This was a nightmare. She’d been ecstatic last night and this morning, waking up in his arms….especially like that. Now he was freaking out. She missed their usual dynamic. Easy, teasing, just like breathing; they didn’t have to think about it. They usually just were. She needed that more than ever right now. Now she was scared it would never be the same again. He smiled then. It wasn’t his usual smile. It was pained, and she knew he was making an effort to try to get back to that same pace she was missing. She felt a sudden swelling of warmth and gratitude for the effort and couldn’t help but try to smile back, knowing hers would also be strained from the stress. Then she’d seen the stress on his face break for an instant, replaced with a look that made other emotions within her threaten to revolt and take over her ability to reason. His eyes, and then his entire body seemed to relax for a brief moment, and she felt almost sure his smirk would come back full force, before he turned and strode out of the apartment.
She felt relieved briefly. Then more panic. Irrational, yes, but it was pure fear at the idea of losing his company for good. What if he had no intention to speak with her later? Although in her rational mind she knew this was unlikely, as he had always seemed as honest as possible with her, she couldn’t help but get the feeling he was hiding something. Or, what if he did intend to speak with her, but was too afraid himself? He looked as though he felt immense guilt at the situation….which meant he was either with someone he didn’t wish to betray, or…he wanted her, but being her teacher knew how anything between the two of them would be seen by everyone else. In particular his employers.
As soon as she thought of that, she felt so certain it was true, that she felt the sting of disappointment at the position they were in, as well as the further deterioration of the barrier she had constructed around the deeper feelings she had been telling herself were simply attraction. She’d never heard mention of Sans being with anyone, and he did spend long hours in that lab with her, in the office even after classes, as if he had nowhere better to be…. And who wouldn’t be afraid they’d lose their job and their reputation simply because they gave into their attraction to a person they knew they should have no contact with outside professional settings? They were slowly growing into good friends, and he often teased her, even flirted with her now and then. She’d reprimanded herself every time she read anything into it other than a sign of their growing friendship. Now she felt foolish, a little daunted by the consequences looming over both their heads, and something else… determination to make it work somehow. She recognized this emotion as being the most formidable and risky. Ultimately, she knew it would be up to him whether or not to accept any invitation she made.
Her mind was made up. Enough was enough. She was going to tell Sans exactly what she thought of him. Then she was going to invite him into her bed. Maybe not in that order… If he said no, she would take it in stride and assure him there would be no issues with being around him on campus. If he said yes…….
She grinned.

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=Sans POV=
What the hel-
He had barely made it out of her apartment, and was searching for a secluded spot, so that he might use a particular “shortcut” to his place. He hadn’t wanted to do so in front of Hana. Last night had been risky enough. He was lucky she hadn’t immediately questioned it, or even asked questions this morning. Well, she had been distracted this morning. Thinking about that was not helping his mood or his….other issue.
Then he remembered she hadn’t exactly pushed him away. In fact, it had seemed she was rather put out, and trying to convince him to stay…..
No. That’s not what she was planning. She just wanted to talk things through. Work it out like adults, before you ran away like a damned child. Stop trying to rationalize this situation. You touched her inappropriately.
……..But she responded…. When I woke up she looked very much like she was….enjoying herself……
Shit. Need to get home. Now. He gritted his teeth against the conflicting thoughts that were so much like a hive of angry bees in his skull. He’d found the perfect spot for his magic trick---- disappearing into thin air. He took a breath, steadying himself and then did just that…..disappeared.
Only just before he did he felt a slight pressure. He was so surprised he had to fight to keep concentration, ensuring that he didn’t end up in the wrong place entirely….that would be disastrous.
He reappeared almost instantly in the bedroom of his apartment. He almost felt relieved, before he remembered the odd pressure he’d not been able to concentrate on and felt it around his torso. Feeling anxiety crawl its way over his bones with dread he looked down to confirm that there were indeed a pair of arms wrapped around his torso, clinging tightly. He placed his palms over that of his stow-away and gently laced his fingers between theirs, undoing their hold and then letting them fall to the side. He turned slowly to see at least partly what he had expected; Hana was behind him. However, instead of panicked at the sudden transportation to his apartment, she instead looked…..nervous? With a hand placed at her mouth, her eyes slightly unfocused…
It was nausea. He’d forgotten- she’d probably still be hungover. She would have had to run to catch up with him, and then when she did she was suddenly ripped from the place where she’d been standing, displaced in another part of the city. She had been completely and very suddenly disoriented….dizzy is not something you want to be when hungover.
“Ah…bathroom, bathroom” He steered her gently toward his bathroom. She had immediately lost it when she reached the toilet, heaving and looking miserable. Sans had pulled her hair back from her face, holding it in a ponytail with his left hand, his right running soothingly over her back. He felt bad. He should have insisted she drink more water last night and perhaps gotten her something to eat before she slept. He looked on in pity, before telling her softly that he was going to get a few wet washcloths, some water, and an icepack. She bobbed her head to acknowledge and he left to gather things from the kitchen.
After cleaning up with the washcloths, teeth brushing and two rounds of mouthwash, they both agreed a shower would be a good idea. She’d apologized profusely over it, insisted upon ensuring any smell was removed from the bathroom herself despite his casual manner, and then got in gratefully.
Sans sighed, hearing the water run and went to his room to lie down for a bit. The morning had already been full and it wasn’t even 9am…
He’d woken up to the soft sound of Hana calling his name. He’d drifted off a bit, apparently. He sat up suddenly, striding over to the bathroom door she had cracked open, hiding behind it.
“Sans?”
“Yeah”
“I’m um, sorry to disturb you but….I kind of don’t have clean clothes, and I was hoping maybe you had some old things you don’t wear that I could borrow…”
“Oh” He didn’t know why he hadn’t thought of that, but assuring her it was fine, he then searched his room, ending up in the drawers beneath the bed and retrieving the only things that would be small enough to not fall off…an old white t shirt and some black basketball shorts. He handed them through the crack, she thanked him and he then made his way into the kitchen to start the coffeemaker. He wanted to smoke badly, but so far he’d been doing well at cutting down, so instead he tapped bony fingers on the counter, thinking.
Okay. Have to explain the fact that I just up and teleported us to my place. No way around that. No way she won’t question it, no matter how calm she’s been about it so far. Probably going to have to go ahead and talk to her about this morning. Things seem much calmer now that we aren’t both edgy and nervous…
He poured himself a cup of coffee, then motioned for the creamer and sugar to come out of their hiding places, using his energy to pour them slowly into his cup. At that moment he heard a shuffle and, shocked, nearly dropped everything onto the grey tiled floor, suddenly turning to meet Hana’s wide, surprised eyes. When had she opened the bathroom door? He was sure he’d have heard it. She now had the impressive distinction of being the only person ever to have snuck up on him. He lowered the coffee supplies onto the counter slowly then. Setting it all down gently. He then noticed his spoon was still appearing to stir itself, and tried to play it off by grasping it with his right hand and stirring at the same pace. He stared down into his cup for a moment, admiring the tan and white swirling if the mixture taking place, before putting the spoon into the sink and taking a long, slow sip. He took a breath, inhaling one of his favorite aromas, and then sheepishly looked up to where Hana had stopped just outside the tile of the kitchen. She’d been wide-eyed at first, but now simply seemed curious.
Sans nearly grinned. That was so like her. Instead of panicking, or running, she simply stood and waited, knowing he would have no choice but to explain the events to her, also probably knowing that there would be no way for him to lie to her without first having quite a bit of time to come up with a convincing explanation, complete with extensive details that she could test herself.
He sighed then and sat the cup down. He was fighting a smirk still at being caught red-handed.
“Coffee?”
“I’d love some” she said. He didn’t miss the subtly added tone she laced in with the polite reply. It was one that said ‘Of course I’d like some coffee. And you’re going to make it the exact way you made yours. I dare you to make it the usual way after you know I saw what you just did.’
He couldn’t hold it back. He chuckled and poured another cup, and as he did so her eyebrows raised as if to say ‘well? Where’s the magic trick this time, bone-boy?’ He’d decided to tease her a bit. He poured the cream and sugar manually, and stirred them in with another spoon he fished out of the drawer. He made a point of stirring slowly. He could sense the impatience practically boiling off her inquisitive gaze. It was nearly burning holes into his skull. Finally done, he tossed that spoon into the sink with the other, then let go of the mug’s handle, turning to watch her expression, which was now on the cup, as it lifted off the counter, and seemed to float over to where she was standing stock still. She held out her hands tentatively, and when it reached them she gripped the sides, looking down into it’s still swirling contents and then back up to him, a spark of interest and slight wonder in her eyes. He let his influence fall when he was sure she wouldn’t loosen her grip. She seemed surprised then, as the cup had to at once feel heavier. He grabbed his own off the counter and took another sip, eyes narrowed in amusement over the rim at her. She raised an eyebrow questioningly as she took a sip herself, and he smirked again. Who knew revealing one of his most closely kept secrets would be half this amusing?
He knew he owed her explanations for…well, pretty much everything that happened this morning. But for now, he might as well show off a bit. He’d never had the opportunity to do just that, and he’d never realized just how much fun it might be. Under normal circumstances he’d have to watch himself, to ensure he didn’t scare anyone. But this was Hana, after all. He couldn’t fathom that she’d scream and run at anything that didn’t appear an immediate threat before collecting herself and asking silent, or very blunt questions. She had a curiosity to rival his own, it seemed. It fit their profession rather well.
Neither of them had spoken. They simply stared in almost contented….but increasingly amused silence. The only thing breaking it the occasional sound of slurping. He could swear there was a smirk threatening to pull up the edges of her mouth the more it went on.
She ran out of coffee first. Huh. Amateur.
Sans slurped even louder, peering over the edge of his cup at her still, before deciding to blatantly pretend she wasn’t there by closing his eyes and making it sound like this was the greatest cup of coffee he’d ever had. She raised her eyebrows again and this time the smirk broke through as she watched his obnoxious display. They both knew he was stalling.
Then he was out. He tipped is head back and shook the cup for the last drops, and that was when Hana had apparently had enough of his shit. Trying to keep from laughing she strode forward and attempted to snatch the mug from his hand. Her stature of course made this an impossible task, but damn was she determined. She began jumping to try and catch it as he held It ever higher above her reach. She jumped one last time as he let it float from the hand now reaching up and behind her head to the counter top. She had thought he was going to hold it a different way apparently, because she jumped and bumped into his chest, sliding down his front and for a moment she was pressed against him, breathing a bit harder than usual. She looked up at him confused that there was no longer a mug in his hand and then irritated that he’d obviously had to use the same trick as before to have gotten it past her unnoticed. He chuckled at her frustration, unconsciously pulling the cute, irritated girl in closer, hugging her to his ribcage. He couldn’t help himself. God help him, she was adorable when she was angry.
“Sans?” She asked, her voice seeming softer than usual
He felt his energy begin to thrum a bit faster then, a slight tug in his chest. “Yes doll?”
“I….doll?”
“Yeah. Small. Pale. Cute.” He stuck his tongue out at her to emphasize the teasing
“Ugh. That is the worst nickname.”
“Oh? Is it.”
“Yeah”
“Hm.” Sans felt the return of the emotions surging through him earlier. You know what? To hell with it. She ran after me, didn’t she? She doesn’t hate me. We still need to talk but…..damn if she isn’t clinging a little too tight right now. Why don’t I just find out if there’s a name she likes? I’m curious now…
And that was it. His mind was made up. He was going to hell anyway. Might as well make it a good ride.
“Hmmmm.”
“What?”
“Oh, well. You don’t like ‘doll’.” He leaned down, putting his mouth close enough to her right ear that his breath would fan over it as he whispered “What about baby? You like that one, sweetheart?”
He felt her shift a little in his embrace and heard her swallow hard. Ah. So it had the desired effect. And she wasn’t hitting him. If he didn’t know better, he could swear she’d been glad of the morning’s activities. He decided to push it a bit further. Another test couldn’t hurt.
“Mmm. Liked that, did you? Like being called baby? Oh, honey. I could use that more, if you like….” With that his hands began wandering ever so slowly over her back. His left inching toward her behind. “Might just call you that every time I see you….in class in front of everyone. Over the phone when I call you. …..When I give you a back rub;work out all those kinks in your shoulders. When you’re all sweaty and stretched out over my sheets….” His hand slipped down, brushing over her teasingly and he squeezed her ass lightly to emphasize and to his surprise she let out a tiny moan.
He had meant to test her, maybe fluster her a little. She was actually in the mood. Damn. He was starting to get turned on again himself. He should probably slow down.
“…Sans…..” Her voice came out breathy, the want practically burning in it. If he wasn’t turned on before, he was after hearing her say his name like that.
“Yes, honey?” He cooed just as breathily back, his tone practically dripping sugar.
“Sans…I ah…..” She swallowed “Hah. I really don’t like that name.” Her voice was almost normal now. Sans froze, confused. He could swear she sounded just as needy as he had a second ago…He pulled back, his face betraying his confusion; to find the widest, shit eating grin he’d ever seen on her face as she snickered at his expression.
“What—”
Then she pulled him down by the front of his t shirt and brushed her lips against his mouth.
He felt a surge of heat envelop him as she did so, realizing that she had been messing with him. So she did like it, huh? He smirked, his eyes going half-lidded as he brought his face close to hers again. The anticipation was practically palpable now, in the air around her. She closed her eyes for a kiss and he chuckled. She opened them in confusion when he pulled away without kissing her. Sans had a dangerous look on his face, and he knew it. She suddenly gulped, and he smiled wider. He then flashed them to his room. She made a slight noise of surprise before he used his energy to lift her off the floor, and place her gently on the bed. She was breathing hard, a blush blooming across her cheeks, already burning her ears a delightful shade of red. He walked slowly towards the edge of the bed and then crawled onto it on all fours, causing her to try to back up to make more space with her arms, only succeeding in lowering herself closer to the bed as he came to her knees. He parted them by pushing one aside and then crawled between her legs, just as she had done the night before. He stared into her eyes, making sure she knew exactly what she was doing to him. Promising her that she wasn’t going to get away with it. They were chest to chest now, and he lowered to his elbows, hovering just over her, his face inches from hers again.
She was breathing hard. He could see her chest rise and fall rapidly as he leaned in again to her ear, making sure his mouth brushed against it as he said “What was that? You don’t like me calling you baby? Hm. That’s too bad. Could have sworn it made your little heart beat faster, dove…..Guess I’ll have to find something else you like the old fashioned way…figure it out by testing it….see which one makes you…..wetter.”
A nearly inaudible gasp escaped her. He moved to look into her eyes again, which were now betraying her need as she stared back at him, her gaze also half lidded. He smiled at the sight before brushing his mouth against her lips, teasing her first. Then he kissed her. He did it slow at first, her lips barely brushing against him. Want began to pulse more frequently through him and he pressed harder. He opened his mouth when he felt her tongue move against him, and she ran it over his canines, before rubbing it against the tongue he’d formed. She had brought her hands up to circle his ribcage and now she pushed them beneath his shirt, pushing it up and then dancing her fingers along his ribs. He began panting slightly and growled when he felt her begin to squirm beneath him, searching for more friction.
She was pulling him down to press him against her when he broke the kiss, chuckled and leaned back.
She lay panting as he smoothed his palms along her thighs. She shuddered visibly, her thighs shaking a bit and goosebumps breaking out along her flesh as he parted them, moving to press himself between them. Hana gasped as his clothed length brushed over her. He then leaned back again after sliding the shirt he lent her over her stomach, grabbing the hem of the shorts and pulling them down then off.
She turned her head to the side in embarrassment as he stared at her.
He grinned evilly and leaned down to press himself fully against her again, beginning to thrust his hips, rocking slowly against the thin fabric.
“Mmm. Stars, you are soaked love..” He whispered in her ear. “When did you start getting so wet, hm? Was it when I grabbed your ass? Or….maybe early this morning?” He heard her quickening, shuddering breath and she whimpered. She was impossibly wet. And it was all for him. Sans nearly lost it at that thought combined with the friction they were making.
“Sans” She moaned
“Yes?”
“Ah….please”
“Please what honey?”
“Please……..please Sans….in….inside….”
He thrust a little harder then, grabbing her thighs in both palms, pulling them wider and leaning back, smirking down at her.
“Didn’t quite catch that.”
“Sans, please I….” she swallowed and turned her head again in embarrassment “I want you to….fuck me. Please Sans, fuck me.”
“Yeah? You want it, baby? Want your teacher to pound you? Want his cock shoved balls deep in you?”
“Yes. Please…”
“Damn. Ugh. Coulda just said so earlier, baby. Would have obliged right there on your couch.” Sans grunted “Oh, you like that? Yeah? Mm. So goddamned wet….. Tell me….” He cursed, trying to keep it together. He wasn’t nearly done with her yet. “Tell me what position you want first, love, because after that…..I’m taking you in every way I can think of. Going to fuck you, sweetie, until you can’t think straight. Gonna have you…ngggh…..learn the proper way to say my name…..as you scream it for me. Gonna wring ecstasy from that sweet little mouth of yours until I’m satisfied…..” Hana couldn’t stop the moans and whimpers now, squirming restlessly, craving release. “Like that, do you babe? Like your professor saying filthy things while you get off on his cock? Mmm. Who knew you were so damned kinky. Ah, I fucking love it.”
“Sans…” she panted, her face redder than a cherry.
He chuckled. “Okay, okay….mmm.. No more teasing, honey. Let’s get those off you….”
“Hah” she sighed
“Better?”
“Yeah. Your turn.”
“Oh, you think so?”
“Sans…..”
“Alright, alright” he chuckled jumping off the bed. Her eyes were glued to him as he peeled off his shirt, then unbuttoned and unzipped the jeans, letting them fall to the floor. He saw her eyes widen a fraction as he stepped out of them, now fully bared to her.
“Hm. You seem a bit overdressed…”
He could see the nervous tension as he crawled toward her, completely naked. He smirked and grasped the hem of the shirt. Hard to believe a little over an hour ago he’d been nervously pulling her top back down to cover her up…
Once it was off he kissed her, causing her to lay her head on his pillow as he rested on top of her, running his hands over her sides to warm them.
More goosebumps broke out over her skin and she shivered. He moved his hips between her thighs, ensuring she’d now feel his hard length pressed to her naked skin. She sighed louder as he began to move slowly, dragging himself along her skin torturously. He wanted to hear her beg again. He felt a moment of disbelief this was actually happening. Months of lusting after her but forcing himself into denial and constant vigilance so he would betray none of his feelings around her; it had slowly stoked the fire and he was going to let it rage and then burn as slowly as possible. He wanted this to last. He wanted her to feel his passion and burn along with him. He wondered how long she had wanted him or if she had simply become horny because of last night or this morning. He had to know.
“Hana?”
“Mm?”
He began nipping at her neck slightly and kissing the places he bit.
“Ah. Sans…..mmmm……hah, what is it?” She was beginning to match his rhythm, grinding back as she was getting more and more needy for the friction.
“Hmm. I want you to tell me” he kissed higher and sucked on her earlobe, warranting a surprised moan. Ah, so she didn’t know she was sensitive there….”I want you to tell me when you first thought of me touching you. Fucking you.”
“Hah…..I…….can’t”
“Why?”
“It’s…….too….it’s too embarrassing.”
“Come on, baby……tell me……….please” He whispered, whining breathily into her ear.
She shuddered at the feeling and he swore he felt her temperature rise as she flushed more, biting her lower lip and turning her head again, embarrassed.
“I…….we were outside Grillby’s and you stopped to smoke and you were looking at me and …..ah, god Sans…..your eyes. Felt like I was on fire. Had to ride all the way home against your back.”
“Which time”
“Ah……first.”
Sans nearly had a heart attack. The first time? She wanted him then, too? So….this whole time…He nearly laughed. He’d been holding back for a couple reasons, not the least of which was that the thought there was no way she wanted him too. He’d thought she merely tolerated his jokes and the teasing and flirting he couldn’t keep himself from carrying on. But she’d liked it. She wanted him and hadn’t said anything either. This whole time they’d been dancing around each other. He huffed in amusement and then moaned when he remembered that if she’d wanted him as badly, and had been alone….
“ahh. Haaana” He moaned her name, now impossibly turned on, beginning to move his hips harder against her. She gasped at the sound of her name falling from his mouth and the increased pressure

“Nhh Sans”
“Ugh, I need you to tell me something else.”
“What?”
“Have you been touching yourself, honey?”
“Ah. Sans….I…”
He kissed her reassuringly “It’s not weird. Tell me?”
She swallowed hard “I did”
Oh shit. He nearly lost it. Nearly spread her legs wider for him and penetrated her right then and there.
“Shit. That’s so fucking hot.” He growled then, trying to get control back. He leaned back again, to stare at the embarrassed, horny mess that was Hana, sweaty and needy beneath him on his sheets. He shivered himself before deciding he needed to hear more.
“Were you thinking about me?”
“Ahhh. ………y-yes….”
“Hmm. Thinking about me…….what?”
“Sans……I can’t…”
“Can’t what” He ran his fingers lightly over her chin, then tilted it, forcing her to look him in the eyes “can’t tell me that while I was trying not to make it obvious that I wanted you bent over my desk, that perfect little ass in the air, you were over there thinking all manner of nasty things about your professor?” He grabbed her wrists in one palm, raising them over her head and holding them there, squeezing lightly as if to punish her, as the other hand grasped her hip and he began to thrust slow and hard, beginning to circle his hips, deliberately dragging his length over her clit “Can’t admit you were in the back of that class ……getting all hot for teacher?”
He emphasized the last part and the intensity was too much for her as she turned away again, moaning in answer as he continued his punishing rhythm.
Sans chuckled darkly. She was enjoying this. And he was enjoying it…forcing her to admit she’d masturbated to him…
“Hana..”
“Y-yes?”
“…During class?”
“Yes.”
“Where else?”
“Ah……o-office.”
“Mmm. And you went home and fucked yourself with those fingers, pretending it was me?”
“Yes” She exclaimed breathlessly, ashamed at what she was admitting to him
“Ah. Shit, love. That…..fuck that turns me on. You have any idea…how many times I wanted you….bent over your desk, begging for it, up against the wall in the office. On one of those tables in the lab… How many times I had to stop myself from coming up behind you and kissing that pretty neck, touching those perfect tits. Seducing you. Pulling you into my lap on the chair and making you ride me….”
She was panting fast now, moaning and writhing beneath him at his confession.
“Sans. AH. Please. Please….”
“Oh, baby, trust me, I’m going to fuck you into this mattress. I need one last thing…..Tell me what you thought about, honey…”
“You. You at your desk in class. Me underneath during a test…..s-sucking you. Riding you in the chair after class. Pulling my pants down in the office and just taking me by force. Ah. Making me………ah making me wear a vibrator in class while you have the remote.”

Sans eyes went black and he let go of her wrists, grabbed her sides and pulled her into a sitting position, kissing her furiously, biting her lips and then flipping her over, her chest against the bed and her ass in the air. He growled and began running his palms over her ass cheeks, squeezing them possessively and spreading them.
“Hana, honey….I don’t think I can be gentle….”
“It’s okay. Please. Please take me……Sans”
“With pleasure” He growled again and pushed his head against her entrance, rubbing it teasingly until she begged again, and he pushed in slowly. He had to keep himself from coming at that, and he stilled for a moment, panting.
“God, baby. Ugh. You’re so fucking tight……so fucking good.”
“Ah. Sans.. Nggh. So good. It’s so thick.”
“How do you like it, honey? My cock’s all the way in. Good as you thought when you fucked yourself for me?”
“Yes. God yes. AH. So good”
“Heh. Good. Because you’re getting a lot more of it. We aren’t stopping anytime soon. Not until your voice is so hoarse from screaming for me you can’t speak in class Monday. Gonna make it so you can barely walk there….” And with that he began moving. He moved slowly to torture her, waiting for her to beg some more, cursing in frustration before he pulled nearly all the way out, his head only inside her, and slammed back in suddenly. He began pounding her, watching her back muscles tense as he rammed her so hard he was sure her ass would be bruised. He scratched his fingers along her back and she began moaning louder, before cutting it off, embarrassed at the sounds she was making. Now, that just wouldn’t do….
He leaned forward, thrusting deeper. When that failed, he snaked a palm around and smoothed it over her taught stomach, grazing it over her breasts, He forced her to tilt up a little, her back arching more, giving him a better angle…..as his hand grasped her throat, stroking it. He felt her inhale sharply, and he squeezed lightly, choking her a bit. She began trembling, getting close. Ah, so she liked a little choking, too.
“Don’t you think you can get away with it” he whispered harshly “Not making a sound. I want to hear it. I want to hear what taking my dick is doing to you. Want to hear how much you fucking love taking your teacher to the hilt. How it feels to have me crammed into your fucking ribs….”
She shook harder, still biting back her screams
He ran his hand up her throat then, sliding it over her chin….before he forced her mouth open with his fingers, prying her lips apart and shoving his fingers over her tongue, thrusting them into her mouth like he was fucking it with them, feeling saliva dribble over one edge
“Say it. Scream it for me, Hana…..Tell me who’s making you feel so good you’re going to fucking orgasm. Let it out so everyone can hear, sweetheart. Tell them all your teacher’s riding your ass like you wanted him to………. Say. My. Fucking. Name.”
“AH” She began to scream and he released her mouth as she complied, no longer able to hold back as she came around him, her walls squeezing and milking him “SANS. AH. Fuck . SANS. Hah. Ah. Ahhh.”
She was shuddering as she came down slowly, saliva running down a corner of her mouth, her hips pushing backwards as she rode it out, panting his name softly and whispering soft swears.
Sans pulled out for a moment, barely able to keep it together. He was to the edge himself, having heard his name leave her lips in a scream, then like a damned prayer. He maneuvered them so that she was hovering above him, as he sat with his back to the headboard beneath her. He leaned forward and began to kiss her stomach, up to her breasts where he nipped one slightly and she gasped, still panting. He swirled his long tongue around it and looked up at her, knowing the eye contact as she saw his tongue drag slowly around it would drive her insane. She closed her eyes almost immediately and whined, unable to take the heat of his gaze. He nipped up her chest and to her neck, where he bit down hard and began sucking, marking her. She began moaning again and he slowly guided her to sink down on his still hard cock. She whimpered at the feeling and began moving her hips slowly, riding him as she had this morning. Sans growled against her neck, licking the mark he made, before grabbing her hips and pushing her faster, rocking her hard over his length. Her breath was moving faster and she was swearing again in a whisper as she adjusted to the pace. She began to fuck him harder just as he felt her tighten once. She was going to come again. He was pushed nearly over the edge, thinking about that. Her getting off on him a second time, riding him harder than he would have thought possible. She began to scream softly again, and he pulled her flush against him, thrusting up into her, hitting her cervix and biting her again as he lost all control, pushed over the edge in white hot pleasure as he exploded inside her. He nearly came again as he saw her immediately launch into a smaller orgasm when she felt his cum filling her, then dripping out of her and sliding, sticky down her thighs. She was whimpering his name again as he kissed her and thrust again a few times, pushing his cum farther into her pussy to help her ride it out again. Goddamn. He wanted to fuck again just watching this lewd display. She was so fucking kinky. And she liked it rough…she’d come more than once, all over his cock. It was perfect. He continued to kiss her softly, still inside her as she came down.
They sat gripping each other, chest to chest in their embrace for a short time. He then slid her off his softened length and she seemed surprised when there was no mess to clean. He had come inside her, after all. He simply kissed her again, a promise he’d explain later. They both could use a nap after that. She kissed back and they lay next to each other, Hana curling up to him, her face to his ribs as he threw an arm over her and yawned contentedly. They slept peacefully.
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