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You'd now hung out with Papyrus (and his brother) enough that it had become a regular part of your schedule. Usually, you'd be invited over for dinner a couple times a week.
It was Saturday, and you'd been invited to a sleepover instead. That still included dinner, of course, and you'd all be sleeping in the living room. The couch was big enough for two, and Papyrus had already dragged his mattress down. You tried not to get excited about what that implied for your sleeping arrangements.
The evening progressed like your usual hangouts, with a nice pasta dinner and then a movie. This time, it was a romantic comedy you'd watched before, though the brothers hadn't. Luckily it was the kind that could be watched a million times and would still make you wiggle with glee over the main couple.
You were in the middle of a break, with Papyrus in the kitchen making popcorn, when his phone rang. Or well, he seemed to pick it up at least, but you didn't recall hearing his ringtone for Undyne.
"HELLO UNDYNE, THANK YOU FOR CALLING AT THIS VERY INCONVENIENT TIME WHILE I AM HAVING A PLATONIC ADULT SLEEPOVER," he greeted, which was... A little weird. You exchanged looks with Sans.
Then Papyrus coughed, and continued, "OH NO, YOUR HOUSE IS ON FIRE AGAIN? THAT IS SO TRAGIC AND UNEXPECTED, AND EVEN WORSE, I WILL SADLY HAVE TO ABANDON THE SLEEPOVER TO COME HELP YOU!!!"
You stood up to go look at Papyrus' expression, curious to see what he looked like when lying- Which he was very obviously doing. He sent you a nervous glance upon your entrance, and then went back to his fake phone call.
"IT WILL PROBABLY TAKE ALL NIGHT, SO I WON'T BE HOME UNTIL SOMETIME PAST LUNCH? WOWIE, THAT SURE IS SUCH AN UNFORTUNATE THING. I WILL BE THERE SOON!"
Papyrus then turned to you and explained the situation as if you hadn't heard all of it already.
You bid Papyrus goodbye at the door, and turned back to the living room, where you stood in the doorway, unsure of what to do.
Obviously, Papyrus had planned this, which meant he wanted you and his brother together, alone. Which meant he believed you and Sans should get together. And considering they were brothers, Papyrus probably knew Sans' feelings about you, which in turn meant Sans had feelings for you. Oh stars.
"so... you want a lift home, or?" Sans asked, shifting slightly on his side of the couch. One of his arms rested on the back of it, and his legs were crossed. He didn't look prepared to get up at all. In fact, he seemed confident he wouldn't be moving anywhere.
"Ehhh, we're friends aren't we? And we've got a movie to finish. Plus, I've been dreaming about sleeping on this comfy couch for days," you said, walking closer.
"sounds good to me."
You smiled and made your way to sit beside him on the couch, when your foot bumped into a lump that'd formed in the carpet. One second you were falling, and the next, you were on top of Sans. Immediately, you scrambled to sit up, which meant you were now firmly planted on his lap, with your legs bent on either side of him.
To say that your face was aflame would be an understatement. Sans had a shit-eating grin on his face.
"huh. they say you can't just sit around waiting for everything you want to fall into your lap," Sans mused, squeezing your thigh. You squeaked at the contact, feeling heat run through you like a lightning strike. Your hands were planted on his chest, and your breathing had picked up.
"Guess they were wrong," you replied, trying not to sound flustered. Your breath coasted over his bared neck as you leaned closer. The rumbling chuckle that ran through him sounded rough, and starved.
You were in for the time of your life, and hopefully after, a whole lifetime with your favorite skeleton.