Work Text:
“What are you doing here?” Geno hisses as Sans, once again, enters the Save Screen against Geno’s wishes. “You shouldn’t be wasting your time here, you should be out there. Enjoying your peaceful time on the surface.” While it lasts, Geno doesn’t say, not having the energy to get into that fight.
“Y’know, you’re right,” Sans says, a self-satisfied expression telling Geno that Sans doesn’t actually agree with him, “we shouldn’t be hanging out here when there’s so much to do on the Surface.”
“We?” Geno asks with an unamused laugh. “There’s no we, and did you forget that the moment I step out of here that I’ll dust?”
“Yes, if your body leaves the Save Screen it will dust completely, but what if your body didn’t leave?”
“… Explain.”
“Our SOULs are two parts of a whole, correct?” Sans asks, seemingly changing the subject, but Geno knows he's building toward something as he slowly nods his head. “So, they should be able to occupy the same body with minimal-to-no conflict, right?”
“Get to the point,” Geno huffs, having a suspicion of where Sans is going with this line of thought and not knowing how to feel about the idea.
“The point is; what if you give me your SOUL and we leave in my not dusting body? You would be able to be on the Surface without any risk of dusting, and your body should be able to survive in here without your SOUL for a day.”
“It… It could work…” Geno hesitantly agrees. The theory was completely sound, and it shouldn’t take more than a moment to get back to the Save Screen if something did go wrong. The true question is, does Geno trust Sans enough to literally leave his SOUL in his other part’s hands?
“Just for one day, Geno,” Sans says with a gentleness normally reserved for their brother as he holds his hand out. “I want to give you the chance to see more than this darkness, even if it’s just for a little bit.”
He shouldn’t. He really, truly shouldn’t, and yet he does. Hesitantly reaching his own hand out before placing it in Sans’ hold.
“… I’ll be in your care,” Geno quietly says, hiding his colored cheeks in his scarf.
“Thanks for trusting me,” Sans says, still in that soft tone that Geno doesn't know how to react to.
“Whatever. So, got any bright ideas for how to get my SOUL from my body to yours?”
“Yep, but first we should get you comfortable.”
Having said that, Sans tugs on their interlinked hands and drags Geno to the center of his flower patch. Once there Sans gently pushes and nudges the glitch until he’s laying on his back, surrounded by the soft, golden flowers.
“Why…?” Geno asks, giving his other part an incredulous look.
“Don’t want your body to get when we take your SOUL out, do we? ‘Sides, it’ll be easier if you’re relaxed.” Sans lightly taps the top of Geno’s head with his knuckles. “Now close your socket and trust me.”
“Alright, alright,” Geno grumbles as he closes his socket and finds himself relaxing surprisingly quickly under Sans’ watchful gaze.
He’d never truly acclimated to the Save Screen, had never felt comfortable or safe in this liminal space that threatens to swallow him and his sense of self should his determination ever waver the slightest amount. However, with Sans standing over him as a sort of guardian, he finds himself being gently lulled into the embrace of the exhaustion that has become one his few constant companions. It feels like a betrayal to give in, to rest when he isn’t any closer to his goal than he was when he first stumbled away from death’s clutches and into the Save Screen, but those feelings feel so far away as waves of gentle magic wash over him from a hand on his sternum.
Geno doesn't know how long he spends in that calm daze, and he’s almost reluctant to leave it when he feels a gentle nudge prodding his mind. It’s only when he feels an amusement that is distinctly not his own that he remembers where he is and what he was doing.
“Did— did it work?” Geno haltingly asks, trying to find his footing only to become more disoriented when he finds himself suddenly sitting instead of laying down like he was expecting.
“You tell me,” Sans says, and as he speaks Geno experiences the odd sensation of his—or rather, Sans’—mouth moving.
“It… It worked…” Geno says—thinks? their mouth doesn't move, but Sans can hear him regardless—feeling amazement and trepidation in equal measure.
“Need a moment?” Sans asks, and Geno can feel a foreign worry radiating from nearby. These… these feelings must belong to Sans… It feels like a breach of privacy to have such an intimate look into his other parts’ private emotions, but Sans doesn’t seem to mind, at peace with the culmination of Geno’s being, being so close to his own.
“I— yes, just a moment.”
And with just that quiet confession, Sans leans back and stares up into the darker yet darker Void. “Sure, take your time. No need to rush.”
After those soft words the foreign worry dissolves and is replaced with warmth. The emotions are too numerous and amorphous for Geno to parse individually, but he can tell that they all translate into care and affection. It’s almost overwhelming, especially after so long being mired in his own constant negative emotions, but after a bit to get used to them, Geno finds himself giving in and relaxing into the warmth surrounding his being.
“… I think I’m ready,” Geno quietly says after indulging in Sans’ warm feelings, finding himself excited to spend the day with his other part. Maybe, just maybe, he can give himself a break and forget about the resets. Just for a day he can be a normal monster instead of a constantly dying abomination.
“Then let’s get out of here,” Sans says, closing his sockets.
And then opening them to the sight of his and Papyrus’ Surface home—identical to their Snowdin home, but missing the old wear and tear—as they wake up on the living room couch. Light streams in from the window, highlighting a few floating dust motes as bird song trickles in and fills the silence.
It’s beautiful and peaceful. It’s everything that Geno had thought that he would never get to experience again. The thought brings with it overflowing emotions, and Geno can feel tears begin to bead at the corner of Sans’ sockets as the glitch’s feelings become too much for his tiny shard of a SOUL to hold by itself.
Geno tries to stammer out an apology, but he's stopped by the return of that embrace of gentle warmth as Sans gently wipes the tears away before they can fall.
It takes a few moments of sitting and soaking in Sans’ warmth for Geno to stabilize himself, and once he does his other part speaks, “So, got any ideas of where you want to start this date?”
“Date?!” Geno yelps, effectively distracted from his previous mood, and finding himself grateful that he’s not in his own body as he's certain that his cheeks would be glowing red right now.
“‘Cause if not, I have a few ideas,” Sans continues on, ignoring Geno’s outburst. “There’s the park—we can sell some ‘dogs and ‘cats there, there’s also a cat café nearby, and Ebott Planetarium has a show that we can catch soon.”
“Planetarium?” Geno asks, feeling an old spark being reignited at the thought.
“Yup, wanna go?” Sans asks as if he already knows the answer, and chuckles when Geno releases a burst of excited agreement. “Then we should get going, though we should be able to catch the show without needing a shortcut, so let’s take the scenic route.”
Having said that, Sans leaves the house and enters the peaceful neighborhood that a large number of monsters ended up occupying after the barrier broke. It’s quiet, most of the neighbors likely having left already to start their day, but Geno still finds himself enraptured. His attention latched onto Sans’ sight as his other part glances around, his gaze lingering on interesting decorations and various gardens filled with plants or vegetables. It’s peaceful and full of life, and it absolutely captures Geno and leaves him feeling a sense of wonder that he thought he’d never have a chance to feel again.
Eventually, they leave the neighborhood and enter the town proper. A place bustling with activity as humans and monsters alike go through their daily lives; making their way to their jobs, hanging out with friends, or enjoying the bright day on their own. It’s almost too much for the glitch who hasn’t been around so much stimulation in a very long time, and they do end up taking more than a few shortcuts when it all becomes too much for Geno. They end up sticking to the quieter paths after that, but Sans doesn’t seem to mind. Still taking a leisurely pace and pausing for Geno to take in anything interesting that they end up passing on their way. Until, all too soon, they find themselves standing in front of Ebott Planetarium.
“Just in time,” Sans says, pulling a piece of paper out of his inventory that he hands to one of the front attendants who looks it over before stamping and handing it back.
Sans shoves the paper into his pocket before Geno can see it, but he already has an idea about what the exchange was about, and that idea leaves him confused and flustered. Why would Sans already…
A mental nudge pulls Geno from his thoughts and draws his attention to the dioramas around them. Geno immediately drops his line of thought as that old, dying spark flares into something brighter. It’s been so long since he could think about space and the stars and everything else beyond the sky, and he finds himself easily sinking back into his old fascination.
He’s almost disappointed when they finally reach the doors to the show, but only almost, as he finds himself feeling even more excited to see the holograms of the planets floating above their skull.
“Show tends to not have many people watching it around this time,” Sans quietly mutters. “So we don’t need to worry about any extra noise or distractions.”
Sans finds a seat near the back in the middle of the row, calling it the best seat in the house as he settles into it. They sit back, waiting for the show to start, Sans radiating amusement and affection as Geno’s SOUL practically vibrates with his building excitement.
“Would it be narcissistic to say you’re cute?” Sans says out of nowhere, startling Geno and flustering him so much that Sans’ own cheeks begin to get warm.
“I— You— that— yes! Yes it does!” Geno manages to stammer out.
“Huh, guess I’m a narcissist then.”
Geno doesn’t get the chance to reply to that as the speakers suddenly come to life and the lights start to dim.
“Thank you for visiting Ebott Planetarium today! The show will begin in a few minutes, so please recline your seats and enjoy the show!”
Sans reclines the seat back and relaxes as the dome above them flickers to life, and Geno finds the odd exchange flying from his thoughts as the galaxy expands before him and he sees the stars for the first time in what feels like an eternity.
The show is over all too soon, but it still leaves Geno in an amazed daze as he mentally replays some of his favorite parts. Trying to sear it into his mind to make sure he doesn’t forget this feeling once again.
He only comes back to present when they leave the Planetarium and Sans speaks, “‘M glad you had so much fun. It’s ’bout lunchtime now, so how’s some grub sound?”
“If you’re hungry, sure.” Geno sends the vague impression of a shrug. He hadn’t needed to think about food in a very long time, and any phantom sensations of hunger he once had have long since died out.
Honestly, he’s forgotten what most food tasted like. The only flavor he knows now is the metallic taste of his blood as it fills his mouth no matter how much he tries to cough it out.
Luckily, Sans doesn’t ask for Geno’s input beyond that, simply making his way leisurely through town. The roads are quieter than they were earlier, and Geno finds himself adjusting to whatever noise still remains. It doesn’t hurt that Sans has wrapped Geno’s SOUL in those warm feelings that are becoming more and more familiar as the day goes on. Geno…Geno doesn’t know what he’ll do when he’s back in the Save Screen, back in the cold darkness where no warmth can find him.
Geno shakes those thoughts away as Sans comes to a stop in front of a cute café. The sign in front advertising the friendly cats inside and a separate area where customers can play with them while they wait for their orders to be called.
“I thought you were joking about the cat café,” Geno says.
“What can I say, you strike me as a cat monster,” Sans says as he enters the café, the bell jingling merrily. “Now, got any preferences?”
Geno gives a mental shrug, trying to not delve into his earlier thoughts. “Not really. Just get whatever, it’s you who’s eating after all.”
Sans hums noncommittally, and Geno feels the twinge of a foreign, sour emotion that he doesn’t get the chance to identify before he’s practically smothered in Sans’ warmth.
“H-hey! Stop that!” Geno complains, but it’s half-hearted at best. Being surrounded in this warmth, in these nearly forgotten emotions, is too nice to truly want it gone. Not that Geno would admit that to Sans.
All Geno gets in response is Sans’ amusement heightening as his other part reaches the counter and orders. A hot chocolate and some kind of cake? Geno doesn’t remember having either of those very often before he split off, but decides to shrug it off. Geno and Sans were both changed irrevocably by their split, and maybe this is just another manifestation of that.
After paying, Sans heads over to the play area. He scans over the customers and cats playing before his sight locks onto a small, grey kitten sitting near the back. They slowly approach the kitten until they’re nearly a foot away and squat down. Sans extends his hand out, and the kitten sniffs it a moment before biting one down on one his phalanges while making grumbly noises. Despite the apparent aggression, the bite is so gentle that they can barely feel the kitten’s teeth against Sans’ bones.
“Feisty,” Sans chuckles. The kitten suddenly stops ‘biting’ and nuzzles Sans’ hand. “But very sweet, just like someone else I know.”
Geno chooses to ignore that comment for his own sanity—as well as the way his SOUL nearly preens at his other part’s words—and instead focuses on the second-hand sensation of soft fur he feels as Sans pets the kitten. The kitten allows the pets for a few minutes before starting to playfully swat at Sans’ hand without their claws out, only their soft paw pads hitting the bone.
They continue to play with the small kitten until Sans’ number is called and they have to leave the play area, much to Geno and the kitten’s disappointment. However, Geno is a little mollified when Sans sits with his food and a large cat with a fluffy, white coat immediately claims Sans’ lap as their seat.
“Hmm, normally I’m not so popular here,” Sans mutters, petting the cat in his lap and getting loud purrs in response.
“Really?”
“Yeah, bones aren’t the most comfortable seat after all,” Sans explains, picking up his hot chocolate that’s been gussied up with whip cream and bits of peppermint. “They’ve probably changed their tune because my bones are warmer today. Courtesy of your determination, of course.”
“… Isn’t that dangerous?” Geno quietly asks, trying to mask his fear of his other part melting all because Geno decided to be selfish.
“Nope, any determination I’m leeching off of you is too little to do any damage. It’d only become a danger if we stayed like this for a few days straight. So, I’ll be fine. Not gonna be stealing your look anytime soon.”
Having soothed Geno’s worries, Sans takes a drink and the glitch is taken aback by how good the hot chocolate tastes. The chocolate is rich and a little bitter, but is balanced out by the sweetness of the whipped cream and the cold spiciness of the peppermint. It’s… as far away from the familiar metallic taste of blood as can be, and it’s all Geno can do to savor the flavor as it lingers on Sans’ tongue. The cake is a similar experience when Sans takes a bite of it. The rich sweetness coating Sans’ mouth in a way so similar, but wholly different to the way that Geno’s blood constantly costs his own. It’s a novel but very pleasant experience, and Geno finds himself liking the taste of chocolate even more than he once did ketchup.
“Glad you like it,” Sans mutters between bites of cake. “Really took a leap of faith when I ordered.”
“You ordered this for me?” Geno quietly asks, unsure of what to do with the emotions the thought stirs up.
“Yeah, gotta make sure to treat your partner with stuff they like on a date after all,” Sans says, and Geno can feel his wink at the end.
Geno stammers for a few moments before practically whining, “Stop that!”
All Geno gets is an amused hum as Sans finishes his—Geno’s?—hot chocolate. “Ready to go to our next date spot?”
“Don’t ignore me!”
“I’m gonna take that as a yes.”
“Fuck you!”
“Maybe later,” Sans’ tone is infuriatingly smug, but it still has Geno stuck silent in embarrassment and irritation… and maybe a little bit of something else that he can’t bring himself to name.
They walk through town once more with Geno silently fuming amidst Sans’ metaphysical cuddle of amusement and affection. The walk is much shorter this time as Sans quickly turns into the park. A place filled with trees and flowers that line a cobblestone path while a playground for younger children is filled with all kinds of equipment further in.
“Are you really going to sell ‘dogs while we’re here?” Geno asks, remembering the places Sans had listed after they woke up on the couch.
“If you want,” Sans says as he starts to walk along the path. “This date is for spoiling you after all.”
Geno grumbles for a moment before deciding to ignore that second part. “… Maybe for a bit..”
It could be fun to do something from before… and maybe they’ll run into familiar faces. That would be nice.
Sans stops at a part of the path that must get more foot traffic and uses a few shortcuts to grab his cart and the various odds and ends. As he sets it all up, Sans keeps a steady stream of conversation going, mostly about the more interesting new customers he’s had and the monsters who are still frequent visitors. It’s nice to sit back and listen to his other part talk, and Geno finds himself more relaxed than he’s been in Stars-know-how-long.
Eventually customers start to come—some he recognizes from before he was Geno, and some are new customers that he only knew thanks to Sans—and Sans has to pause to give them their orders, but as soon as they’re out of earshot Sans continues as if there wasn’t any interruption. It feels good to be the center of someone’s attention after so long living on the edge of everything.
Time passes much too fast, and all too soon the customers dry out as the sky starts to change colors due to the setting sun.
“I have one more place to take you before I bring you home,” Sans says as he shoves his cart through a shortcut to deal with later.
“Okay,” Geno agrees quickly, not wanting the dat— not wanting the day to end just yet.
“We’re gonna need to take a shortcut.” Sans warns before he takes one quick step into the Void and then a second to drop them off at their destination.
At first, Geno doesn’t recognize where they are, but as Sans’ gaze roves over the rocks and toward the cave opening and the cliff just opposite it, fuzzy memories begin to resurface.
“This is…”
“Yep, this is where the barrier broke,” Sans says as he makes his way to the cliff and takes a seat.
“… Why?” The question is quiet, and Geno doesn’t know how to feel as Sans locks their gaze onto the setting sun.
“It’s not the same, but I wanted to experience this moment with you.”
“Oh…”
No words are exchanged after that. They simply sit together watching as the sun crawls lower and lower. That warm affection gently wrapped around Geno’s being, and the glitch can almost convince himself that it’s Sans’ arms holding him so gently. As they sit in quiet companionship, it grows darker and darker as the sun’s rays disappear under the horizon.
It’s only when the first stars start to light up the sky that Sans gets up, seemingly as reluctant as Geno to call the day over. However, their time was always limited. After all, Geno isn’t meant to be in this world anymore, but despite that truth Geno will hold tightly onto his memories of this stolen day.
In silence, but with a whirlwind of more emotions than Geno can parse swirling through him, Sans takes a shortcut and they’re back in his other part’s house. Papyrus doesn’t appear to be home yet, the house silent as Sans walks up the stairs and into his room. Closing the door, Sans lets out a heavy sigh as he leans back against the wood.
“I have one more thing I want to do with you, if you want.” The words are quiet, but Geno immediately perks up a bit at the thought of getting a few more stolen moments before he's sent back to the dark.
“What do you have in mind?”
“Ever read Paps’ dating manual? ‘M supposed to kiss you at the end of our date, but I can’t ’cause of,” Sans gestures toward his sternum. “But, there are other things we can do while we’re like this.”
“You want to—“ Geno can’t finish the thought, too flustered by the appearance of a specific emotion.
“I want to make you feel good,” Sans fills in. “You interested?”
“… Yes,” Geno says after a moment, his embarrassment giving way to excitement.
“Then let’s get comfortable,” Sans says, starting to remove his clothes and revealing joints already glowing with building magic, “and don’t hide any of your reactions. This is for you, so I need to know what you like.”
“I doubt I can hide anything while we’re like this,” Geno tries to joke, feeling excitement and nervousness in equal measure as Sans—bare boned—flops back onto his mattress.
Sans hums as his hands start to skim over his ribs, the teasing touch sending shivers down their spine. “I’d still prefer to hear you.”
Any response Geno could have given is lost to a mental gasp and burst of heated arousal as Sans’ gentle touch turns harsher, his trailing claws leaving light scratches over their ribs. The hint of pain is enough for Geno to imagine that it’s the glitch’s ribs that are being teased, his wound being lightly jostled and sending sparks of pain that mix too well with the pleasure his other part strokes through him.
“Oh? You like that?” Sans lightly says, his claws teasing over their ribs once more.
“I mean— y-yes…” Geno stammers before remembering Sans’ words and feeling compelled into being honest despite how embarrassing it feels.
“Good boy,” Sans purrs, sending over a wave of approval that nearly makes Geno dizzy with the way his SOUL pulses hotly in response.
And it only continues to burn hotter as Sans hooks some phalanges through the gap in their ribs and gives them a harsh tug. Were he in his body, Geno is certain he would be panting for breath and struggling to keep his magic from forming, as it is his SOUL buzzes behind Sans’ sternum, wordlessly expressing Geno’s pleasure.
“Cute,” Sans huffs, his own breath getting heavier as his magic glows brighter on in his joints.
Sans gives another, gentler tug on their ribs before unhooking one of his hands and trailing it down to their pelvis. He teases their iliac crest, rubbing circles into it before lightly scratching the bone and making Geno’s SOUL shiver in anticipation.
After so long with only pain, the pleasure is almost overwhelming in its intensity. However, Geno only finds himself craving more and more of it as Sans moves to their pubic symphysis and rubs on the cartilage there. Gentle at first before getting rougher as his magic swirls into and fills their pelvis with their building arousal.
“Got- got a preference?” Sans asks as he moves to their coccyx and rubs the bone, sending shivers up their spine and causing his building magic to spark against their bones.
“Hnn- ghh, just stop teasing!” Geno whines, not truly processing the question, only the fact that Sans could be making them feel even better but isn’t.
His other part gives a breathless laugh that transforms into a groan as his magic sparks across their bones before it quickly solidifies, spreading from their lowest ribs to their patellae. The area between their legs squished with their dripping arousal as their cock twitches in the cool air.
“Both?” Geno asks, his SOUL quivering in barely repressed anticipation.
“Well, you didn’t give me a preference,” Sans lightly shrugs, his hand rubbing soothing circles on their inner thigh. “Now, let’s see which of these you like more.”
The soothing touch stops as his other part brings his hand to their length, using his palm to rub circles on its head, smearing the beading pre and making the motion smoother and pleasurable with each circle. Geno's SOUL shivers with each rotation, his thoughts and emotions filled with nothing but want and heat and more, more, please more!
His other part listens to his wordless pleas, his hand wrapping around their dick and beginning to pump it up and down. He varies the speed and pressure until he finds a pace that has Geno’s SOUL practically dripping heated magic onto Sans’ spine. The slick squish of Sans’ hand moving over their length echoes around the room with the sound of Sans praising Geno for being so good and taking Sans so well between his own pants and moans. It all combines to make Geno’s magic burn hotter and hotter—almost rivaling the heat of his determination—especially when Sans starts switching up by alternating between twisting his hand around their head on the upstroke and teasing their slit with his thumb.
Geno feels as the knot in their gut grows tighter and tighter with each stroke until it feels like it’ll snap at any moment. His SOUL quivers in anticipation—fully ready to feel the coming wave of euphoria—however he is denied as Sans ceases all movement besides the light, teasing rubs of his thumb under their head.
“No no no— why??” Geno whines, desperation and pure want embarrassingly clear in his tone.
“I told you,” Sans says breathlessly, catching his breath as they back away from the edge that had been so close, “I want to figure out which one you like better.”
Sans’ hand trails down their cock and toward their cunt. His phalanges rubbing up and down their soaking entrance and keeping the embers of their arousal stoked even as the intensity slowly dies down.
“Bastard,” Geno hisses without any true heat. “You’re such a fucking bastard.”
“Yep,” Sans agrees with a chuckle as his phalanges go up a bit higher and rub quick, short circles onto their clit.
Their cunt makes a loud squish as they clench around nothing, their toes curling into the sheets due to the onslaught of pure heat running up their spine.
“Fu- fuck hngh~ Sans please,” Geno begs, uncaring of his embarrassment or how he sounds. The only thing in his mind being the rapidly rebuilding pleasure. “Please don’t stop!”
“Well, since you’ve been good and asked so nicely for me.”
For a terrifying moment Geno thinks Sans will continue edging them as he takes his phalanges off their clit, but only for a moment as his other part thrusts two of his phalanges into their cunt as far as he can reach. The stretch burns a bit despite how much slick is dripping onto the sheets, but the pain only makes it feel better as Sans thrusts into their wet heat. His phalanges only just being long enough to brush against their most sensitive nerves every so often and sending harsh bursts of pleasure shooting through them.
“Heh, I think- mngh! I think I’ve found out which you like more,” Sans pants, and all Geno can do is pulse with heated approval as his other part starts to pump their length with his remaining hand. “Maybe- haah- maybe I should buy a vibrator for- nngh- for next time. Bet you’d like that, Gen.”
The thought is appealing, so very appealing. However, more than the heat inspired by the image, Geno finds himself caught on a different part of the sentence.
“Next- Mmngh~ Next time?” The words are quiet, hesitant, and yet filled with a hope that Geno is almost afraid to acknowledge.
“Nnnf! Ye-yeah, next time,” Sans struggles to get out as his pace speeds up, the knot in their gut winding itself tighter and tighter. “I can— nmph— I can give you a list of places and— haah— and you can choose our next date. Then when we— when we get home I’ll have some— nngh— ha-have some toys for you to choose from.” Sans closes his sockets as he talks, his mind conjuring images of various scenarios of how they could use said toys, and driving Geno closer and closer to the edge with each brief image as it flashes to being. “Or maybe- mngh! maybe we can continue in— in the Save Screen, and I can explore you properly.”
That thought proves to be their breaking point as that tightening knot finally snaps. Sans’ moans echo through the room much like how Geno’s own echo through their connection as their cock twitches and their cunt clenches. Both leaving them coated in cum as they slowly come down from their high. Geno’s SOUL quivers and Sans’ thighs shake in the aftershock, but none of it truly matters as they wrap each other up in soft feelings.
They stay like that for a while, loose and exhausted, but feeling so very sated as they bask in the afterglow. However, as much as Geno would like to capture this moment in a bottle and never leave it, they eventually have to let the moment end. And Geno will have to leave.
“I should probably clean up a bit before I fall asleep…” Sans mutters, letting his ecto dissipate and picking up a towel to wipe off his bones.
He putters around the room, putting on his discarded shorts and jacket before shoving his dirty sheets to the bottom of his mattress to be dealt with later. All the while Geno sends tired, mental nuzzles to his other part, receiving the same sensation back and a surge of those warm emotions. The glitch doesn’t mind waiting, not when that means another stolen moment in this stretch of stolen moments.
Unfortunately, it can’t be put off forever, and eventually Sans lays down and closes his sockets…
and then he opens them to the familiar darkness of the Save Screen.
They’re quiet as Sans makes his way to Geno’s body—laying right where they left it and resembling the corpse that it is—the bare bones of his feet not making a sound as they cross the dark ground to the single patch of flowers that somehow thrive in this place. Kneeling next to Geno’s body, Sans closes his sockets and Geno can feel as he places a hand on his sternum.
Then Geno’s own socket is fluttering open as he takes a deep breath, as though resurfacing after being underwater for too long. Waves of glitches pass over his body as he gets used to being more than a passenger again, but they quickly settle down.
“So,” Sans says, smirking as he leans over Geno’s body, “did you enjoy our date?”
“I—! Shut up you dick!” Geno hisses, cheeks telling red as he pushes Sans back and sits up.
“I mean, you’ve already seen it, but I’m down for another round if you’re interested.”
“No! I mean, yes! But no!” Geno stammers for a bit before being cut off by his other part’s laughter. The glitch stares at him as he laughs for a moment before huffing and says with much more affection than he feels like his SOUL could hold, “You’re such a bastard.”
“Yep,” Sans agrees once he’d settled down, “but I’m a bastard with a gift.”
“A gift?” Geno tries to think back to a moment that Sans grabbed or bought something, and comes up empty.
“Mm-hmm, a gift.”
Sans digs into his jacket pocket and gestures for Geno to hold his hand out, and once he does a small object is placed into it. Holding it up reveals a keychain, the planet Venus dangling on the chain.
“When did you…?” Geno asks, his eyelight locked onto the tiny planet as it slowly spins.
“You were pretty distracted after the planetarium’s show, so I figured it was the perfect time to get you a souvenir.”
“I… thank you,” Geno says, putting the keychain into his pocket and reluctantly letting it go. His SOUL warm in a way entirely unrelated to his determination.
“No problem,” Sans says as he stands up and offers a hand that Geno takes to pull the glitch onto his feet as well. “I’ll bring you that list soon so you can plan our next date, but before I go…”
Using his hold on Geno’s hand, Sans pulls the glitch close and slots their mouths together. Despite the suddenness, the kiss is soft and sweet, and Geno practically melts into it. It’s over all too soon, and Geno can’t bite back the soft whine he makes when Sans pulls back.
“Heh, can’t wait to do that every time I see you now,” Sans chuckles, his cheeks glowing blue. “I’ll see you soon, Gen.”
Geno is pulled into another, brief kiss before he’s suddenly alone once again, his SOUL filled to bursting with a hope he’d thought he’d never get back. He shoves his hand into his pocket, clutching the keychain there as he hides his burning cheeks in his scarf.
“… See you soon.”