#waw extras

[[ I’m assuming you mean OG Sans, so I’m gonna go with that! ]]

3) A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond.

A nightmare. It had to be. The walls were too saturated, too golden, and the light streaming in through the delta rune stained glass windows too bright. But as he watched from inside himself, he saw her standing at the end of the hall.

Lost.

Confused.

* lena?

She called out to him, but he couldn’t hear anything outside of the static that filled his skull, threatening to overflow.

* no, run away! please!

She stepped forward, hands outstretched…

…and the blast of bluish-white light evaporated her right where she stood, her silhouette slowly fading, disintegrating from view.

The static disappeared in a snap of noise, a sharp, discordant sound that brought him to his knees. Her ashes blew across the golden tile floor, even though there was no breeze, and a whisper of her voice saying his name was what he woke up to.

He awoke with a start, eye sockets wide and devoid of light, cyan-tinted tears dripping down his cheekbones. He sat up, felt a tugging around his waist, and looked down, only to choke back a sob of relief when he saw her laying there, fast asleep.

Reaching out a hand that trembled slightly, he smoothed her hair back out of her face, hand lingering there for a moment. Nightmares like these weren’t as common anymore, but they did still happen. …Usually right before a re-LOAD.

“Mmm… Sans?” came her sweet voice, thick with sleep, and he looked down at her, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and staring back at him with those beautiful verdant eyes. He drew in a shuddering breath, and she pushed herself into a sitting position, brows drawn with concern. “Hey… are you okay? What happened? A nightmare…?”

It’s never happened before, yet it felt so real… watching her disappear like that was so painful. He hunched around his aching soul, hands grasping tight at his shirt just over his chest. She put a hand on his back, rubbing over the indents and knobby bones of his vertebrae.

“Is there anything I can do…?”

He didn’t know, and considering that soon enough she might not be there with him, he just ducked his head tighter and let himself feel. The warmth of her presence at his side, the gentleness of her touch, the caress of her voice saying his name against his very soul.

“…” He mumbled under his breath intelligibly, and she leaned in closer, practically curling around him.

“What? I couldn’t hear you.”

… What could she do? Nothing, in the grand scheme of things. But to make him feel better right then…?

“…lena.” He turned to look at her, hands releasing from his shirt to grasp at her shoulders, hold just a bit tight. She didn’t seem to mind, though, allowing him to and putting her hands on his elbows. “kiss me,” he whispered, harsh and broken, and it took only a few short seconds for her to oblige.

They had kissed before, had a lot of firsts, but, for some reason, this one really felt like the last, and… it hurt. It hurt a lot.

She pressed her lips hard against his teeth, that little spark of magic overwhelming, the proximity between their souls next to nothing, their chests touching. He drew in a sharp breath through his nasal cavity, but was otherwise silent, save for the few little sob-like breaths he let out.

Lena sniffled and pulled back to wipe at her eyes, then moved with careful hands to wipe away his. He let her, snagging her wrist as she moved to pull away and nuzzling into her palm. He pressed a lingering kiss there before moving the both of them to lay back down.

They traded kisses long into the night, until, despite their best attempt, they fell asleep.

When he woke up, it was to an empty bed, but the smell of coffee and whiskey drifted beneath the bedroom door. He fell back against the bed and chuckled, wiping a tear from his eye before closing them.

A dream. It had to be. Everything was too perfect, too warm, so much love. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

42) Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead.

It was late. Like, late-late, and Sans wanted so desperately to just crawl into bed with his mate. But Lena, the starshine of his life, was busy. Working, to be more specific, on grading essays from the students at the newly opened monster/human school. She taught a rather...unorthodox class. Unlike the English or Math or Science one might find in a typical school, her class focused on relations between species. A social studies of a sort, but, not quite.

But none of that mattered right now.

What mattered was that Sans was sleepy, dozing on the couch, and wanted more than anything to just...go to bed. But he vowed that he’d ‘stay up’ with her while she worked, to keep her company, bring her things she needed, and so on. He made a pot of coffee and brought it to her (then, after she’d snorted at his antics and insisted she wasn’t tired enough yet to drink straight from the pot, he brought her a mug of coffee instead).

But when, after a couple hours, she ran out of things for him to do or help with, he got...well, bored. And a bored Sans was a sleepy Sans, and a sleepy Sans, usually, was going to be found passed out on the couch.

It was between the cusp of falling asleep and keeping himself awake that he had an idea.

He got up and lazily shuffled over to the dining room table, where she was hunched over another essay, red pen in hand. She didn’t even seem to notice he’d approached until his deep, baritone voice broke the silence. “gotta say, haven’t seen you drink that much coffee since the night before your own big test.” She sat upright, startled a bit, and gave him a quirked smile.

“Heheh, yeah, I know... But this is my first ‘test’ grading as a teacher, and I want to make sure I give the best feedback.”

He understood, really he did, but...

“sure, i gotcha... but it’s past midnight.” His voice rolled over her as he leaned across her hunched back, hands on her shoulders, kneading the muscles there. He silently delighted in the way she relaxed, his smile hiking up just a bit higher, though she couldn’t see it.

“I know... You should go to bed, if you’re tired.” She turned her head to try and look at him, but he just sidestepped, pressing his teeth to her cheek in a little kiss.

“nah.” Another kiss, this time into her hair, and she leaned back against him. “rather stay up with ya, if it’s all the same.” He moved her hair aside and kissed where her neck met her shoulder, and she shivered pleasantly, reaching up to grasp one of his bony hands in her own.

“But you’ll be tired... and I need to finish these essays...” Her resolve was weak, and he knew it. The coffee was wearing off, and she was tired. He could tell the way it seeped into her voice as she spoke. He just nuzzled his teeth against that spot on her neck, just beneath her ear, and she groaned pitifully. It only took a few seconds for her to spin around in her seat and press a kiss to his teeth, pulling him closer, and he chuckled deep in his non-existant throat. “... Damn you.”

“c’mon, let’s go to bed, babycakes. the rest can wait til tomorrow.”

18) Teasing kisses where one person blows air into the other’s mouth and runs away.

If there was one thing Sans was when it came to their relationship, it was teasing. She learned that when he went to give her a kiss, only to blow a bunch of air (somehow???) into her mouth.

“MWEH HEH HEH HEH!”

That stupidly adorable laugh filled the apartment as Lena chased after him. But despite being small, he was fast. Probably from all that training with Alphys, but still! It kind of pissed her off how fast he was. It was all she could do to keep up with him!

“Saaans!” she whined, plopping herself down with a huff onto the couch, arms folded. She hunched her shoulders and refused to budge, even as she heard him approaching from behind with a giggle. When he saw her sitting hunched like that, though, he stopped, grin fading slightly, and he ran around the couch to duck in front of her, looking into her face.

“LENA? ...DARLING?”

She lunged.

They landed with an ‘oof’ onto the plush carpet, her on top of him, and she cried out in triumph.

“Ha! I got you, finally!” She giggled, curling her fingers into his t-shirt, knees on either side of his pelvis. “You’re so fast, I can hardly keep up...” He stared up at her, eyes wide, blue eyelights blown out and fuzzy, and a very notable blue flush across his freckled cheekbones. “...Sans?” She took a few seconds to realize how they were situated and felt her own face grow hot with a blush.

“TH-THIS IS NOT IN THE CHAPTER OF THE DATING MANUAL I’VE READ...”

Lena leaned down, grabbing hold of his blue bandanna and giving a soft smile. “Blueberry...” And boy, does she love the way he shivers underneath her. His teeth are parted, eyes half-lidded, and there’s already the soft glow of his tongue manifested inside his mouth. She leans closer...

...and blows a puff of air right into his mouth, startling him, before getting up and stumbling into a run, laughing.

It takes him a long moment to realize what happened, but when he does, he grins and gets up after her, reveling in how she squeals when he catches her and peppers her cheeks and nose with little skeleton kisses.

Oh boy, you’re gonna ask about my girl Lena?? c: You’ve no idea how happy that makes me, oh my goodness! Okay, guess I’ll get started!

“Okay, Lena-Bug... Open your eyes!”

Lena opened her eyes and looked at her brother, David, with curiosity alight across her freckled face. When she glanced down between them on the hospital bed, she gasped, fat little hands reaching for the pretty, shiny things laying there immediately. 

“Ohhh! Oh brother, lookie!” She held up the silver locket necklace like it were something fragile, something precious, and she fiddled with it gently for a moment until she was able to get it open. She gasped again, little voice squealing in delight when she saw the picture of him kept inside. David watched her with rapt affection, chuckling tiredly when she held it out for him to see.

“Yes, yes, I know, Bug.” He opened the second one lying on the bed, and Lena giggled when she saw a picture of herself. “Now, see? No matter where we go, we’ll never be apart. And...” He gently took the necklace from her to fasten the chain around her chubby neck, and Lena looked down at it as it dangled beautifully against her pink coveralls. “...No matter what happens, you can keep me with you. Always.”

“Always... But brother, what if I can’t see you?” she asked, frowning slightly, and he reached and opened up her locket once more.

“Then just open this up, think of me... and everything will be alright.”

She threw her arms around his neck, being as gentle as her childish mind could remember, and smiled bright and wide as the sun.

“Thank you, brother! Thank you!”

David chuckled and sighed, wrapping his arms around her as best he could with the wires and IV cords dangling from his wrists.

You can thank @the-inconsiderate-anus-plug for finding this gem of a song and applying it in my mind to Lena and Sans… It’s all his fault. (It also kinda applies to after the [REDACTED] so yeah!

In regards to your second question, maybe they would be! But the Underfell timeline this Fellsy (or Red) came from never reached the surface. So he’s never seen the surface until now.

As for your first query:

(( I’m going to assume you meant from ‘Without and Within’ here.))

“OFF? SANS IS ALWAYS A BIT OFF! MY BROTHER IS VERY STRANGE, NYEH HEH HEH!

….

SIGH. I AM AWARE THAT THIS IS NOT MY BROTHER, HUMAN. DESPITE HOW WELL-INTENTIONED MY BROTHER ALWAYS WAS, HE NEVER DID SEEM TO BELIEVE I WAS SMART ENOUGH TO NOTICE THINGS. IT SEEMS THAT THIS SANS IS THE SAME WAY.