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Things were cool between you and Sans, back when you two still hang out like people in a healthy doctor-patient relationship. Or, when you were just content being his patient/friend before you ruined it.
You felt something towards him, you always had.
So, when you were sober from the drowsiness and sense of blind urgency that caused by your first heat, you knew—the answer flared an alarm in your mind and the unnamed guilty feeling shot down your spine—you knew, that was the reason you called Sans in the middle of the night, desperately begging for his medical help.
“Saaannnnns—i can’t take it anymore and i’m dying—please helllp me—” recalling your needy voice, you felt not just a bit mortified.
Somehow at that, Sans teleported to your front door. Not that he wanted to take advantage of you or anything— he was just so worried about you. As your doctor.
“y/n? it’s—” You didn’t even let him finish his sentence before you jerked the door open, your phone dropped on the floor. Can’t help that, can you? You just want him so bad.
You were wearing nothing but Sans’ T-shirt. The one you always claimed: “Sorry, forgot about it again. I will give it back to you next time.” when he asked about how the T-shirt was doing after the slumber party, that he had been bonely without it. Not sure if skeletons without nose can smell your arousal, but the slick traced down your inner thighs gave away everything—
“um…” He shifted his feet nervously, obviously trying to come up with something to ease the tension. between himself and your erect nipples. in his t-shirt.
Your soul was dancing like crazy, bursting with happiness as your gleaming eyes took in his form. He felt his chest tighten in a way he never wanted to.
“m-maybe you should go put some p-pants on and i’ll be back here in a—mmph!”
Holy CRAP. How you hoped to GOD you hadn’t done that. You buried your face in your palm, feeling your cheeks flame with embarrassment.
You had dragged him in your apartment, pushed him up to the closed door and forced your tongue in between his teeth without his consent. Shit.
With shock written all over his face, he had struggled and pushed you away.
“WOAH. KID. didn’t know you want that kind of help.”
You stared your lust-clouded eyes at him and a pant left your parting lips, “But I do.”
His cheekbones tinged with a hue of cyan then he teleported away muttering a pathetic “sorry”.
Not him, you. You were pathetic. Despite your burning heat, it dawned on you that you had just ruined something precious between the two of you last night.
How were you going to face him now? How were you going to talk to him like before, pretend nothing had happened during an appointment—
Speaking of. You had one TODAY. Well, fuck.
You were contemplating on the idea about calling the front desk to cancel your booking.
I bet he doesn’t want to see me now, especially with how shocked he looked last night.
But you can’t avoid him forever.
What if he feel disgusted about me? What if—
You at least owe him an apology.
Right. An apology. You felt chagrin crept up your chest, spreading all over as the image of you force kissed him last night flashed across your mind. Again.
Urgh.. just stop it.
You scrambled up and made a beeline to your bathroom.
As you set your hands on the counter and looked at your disheveled self in the mirror, you silently prayed that things would be alright.
Except that was exactly how you were not feeling when you were finally standing at the bottom of the building where Sans worked in.
You panicked. Deciding you would just miss the appointment and blame things on oversleeping later, you turned around and walked back to your car—
“an hour late, huh? let me guess, overslept again?”
Great. Just the guy you wanted to see.
“Uh… yeah. I’m sorry.”
“actually, i’m on a lunch break—”
“I’m so sorry about—”
“—but since you are here and i don’t really have the stomach for anything, why don’t you come in? got things to discuss with ya.”
He ignored you.
“S-sure.” You followed his casual steps into the building. What things?
“Hi, Doctor Sans! Another appointment?” The woman at the front desk raised her head to greet him when you passed.
“yea, this one was late for an hour. thought i was gonna lose my patient.”
The woman burst out laughing while you chuckled awkwardly beside him.
Not before a week after you met Sans you had realized that he had a way of getting around with people. Silly puns, permanent grin and his charming skeletonality— (though you never got the chance to see him through)
The two of you were silent on the way to his office.
Sans was now walking in front of you, hunched in his coat and hands in the pockets.
The rational part of you knew that he would never reciprocate your feelings, but you still couldn’t help your soul fluttering as your inner voice told you: He still wanted you to be his patient. There’s no way he’d still want that if he doesn’t feel the slightest bit of feelings towards you—
You swallowed.
Sure, you hang out together. At Grillby 's, at the City Park and even at his house. But you two were never alone. There were always his brother and his monster friends. It felt more like some big hang out sessions with a gang of friends rather than dates. Who are you kidding. He had never asked you out. It was always his cinnamon roll brother that insisted you to come while in fact you were just tagging along.
Papyrus, the cutest (you would never let him know you said that) skeleton in the world, was your best friend. It was also he who first recommended his brother to be your doctor—
“MY LAZY BROTHER IS THE COOLEST HUNAN HEAT DOCTOR IN THE CITY!! YOU MUST GO AHEAD AND GIVE IT A SHOT!!”
Pap had filled you with monster knowledges before you met any of his friends, that you had a vague idea of what Sans was capable of.
In spite of that, you ended up not only being his patient, but you also fell for him.
Good for you.
You could see from behind that you were nearing the end of the corridor, to the right of which Sans’ office located. Why was there not a single man on your way to his office? It’d be so nice if there’s someone to break this immense discomfort filling up the air—Oh, lunch break. Sans opened the door and motioned you in. With your sweaty palms and quickening pulses, it was as if first time once more.
He closed the door after you with a soft click as you walked in and carefully took your sit, his left hand still in the pocket.
You turned to gaze at his back and watched his lazy walk towards the desk, it struck you that he had never been this quiet with you before. Was he this quiet on purpose or was it just because there were nothing else he could say?
You had thought you wouldn’t be too affected since the worst day of your heat had passed. After all, today was meant to be a check out on how you were doing after the heat cycle. You knew this. Then why, why did you feel so overwhelmed being in a same room with him again?
Digging your nails in your palms, you ignored the elephant in the room just like he did, but flashbacks of last night kept pushing up your mind like ascending waves and you can’t stop thinking about the way he felt against you—CALM DOWN.
He was busy with the messy piles of paper on his desk, several beads of sweat started forming on his skull, probably having trouble finding something? He raised his skull—
—Then his gaze met yours.
His eyes a glint of starlight, the kind you get lost in while lying in a lover’s arm stargazing—
Thump.
You looked like a deer caught in headlights, flushing and avoiding his probing eyes. And your soul. If you were able to see your soul, you’d fluster and run away from this office at this second.
Squirming to break free, cheering and celebrating anytime you were around him, craving to get wrapped in his embrace feeling the warmth seeping through where you touched— and mate with him. Your soul want him as your soulmate.
“beautiful day, isn’t it?”
“W-what?”
He had turned his gaze towards the window, unfazed by the affection your soul was giving him, if he were to see that.
On the branch of a tree rest a bird in the middle of the noon, middle of the summer. Leaves filtered the sunlight, left it scattered and shimmering through the glass of the window.
“Y-yeah.” Really?
There followed a long silence before he spoke.
“’kay.” He coughed and handed you a form. “please confirm your information, —” You sit up a little to take that piece of paper from him, “— don’t wanna hurt your fillings.”
You scanned the information and your heart turned cold.
It was a form for patients transferring, and most of the form were already filled by him.
You have to do something, you have to mend your—
“Look, Sans. I’m really sorry about last night and it wasn’t intentional at all I just accidentally called you and I wasn’t on my right mind and—”
“i know.” He knew you were lying.
You suddenly felt so tired. All those times you stayed late in his house after parties hoping he would walk you home but he never did; woke up way too early to bake pies for him so you could see his genuine smile when he said “thanks.” to you; dreamed you could have a life with him and how your sex life would be like, you were just—
Lost before you started.
“Pen please.”
“s-sure. uh—if it’s alright with you, i already booked an appointment with dr. williams for you. tomorrow morning. 9 o’clock.”
You stood up and gave him the form which you just signed, your eyes met for a second before you turned you head away.
“Of course, thanks. I’ll go now. See you later.”
“have a nice day.”
You walked out numb, it’s alright, eyes watering as you traced the steps back to the front desk, he’s just doing it for your own good, to your car, to your home.
You will be alright.
You had tea in the cabinets, you had ice-cream in the fridge, you had a tub in your bathroom, you had Netflix. You just needed to get home fast.