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You remained in Sans' embrace for quiet some time, mulling over your thoughts as you tried to work through the things you had learned. Hurt and embarrassment still clung to you, but you did your best to rationalize it with what he had told you: his instincts just worked in a completely different way than your own.
Still, you wondered if there was something wrong with what you did. Was there perhaps something you could have done to make it easier for Sans? Or were you just being too much of a stubborn prude ?
"whatcha thinkin' 'bout, sweetheart?" he mumbled.
***
You were anxious that you were beginning to broadcast your self doubt to him, since he could apparently feel your emotions and you did your best to take deep breaths. It wouldn't do to make matters worse by making him feel more guilty than he clearly felt, if the way he refused to meet your eye was anything to go off of.
Deciding it would be better to keep the thoughts to yourself, you lightly grazed your fingers against the back of his skull and said, "It is nothing of importance, though... I should prepare an email for my students."
***
Sans leaned back, brows furrowed curiously. "ya got students?"
Grateful for the subject change, you latched onto it quickly. "Yes, I am a history professor at the Ebott University."
"would they care if ya miss a day?"
"Oh heavens, no. They would most likely be happy to have the unexpected free time," you chuckled a bit, knowing full well that they would readily ditch class at the drop of a hat.
"huh. well, their loss," he muttered and tugged on a strand of hair that escaped your bun. "why don'tcha take a shower? maybe you'll feel better if ya do."
***
It wasn't a bad idea: your skin felt horribly tacky and your clothes stuck to your back in a way that was beginning to feel crusty. Perhaps it would help you calm down a bit...
"Yes... You are right."
Sans grinned, rising up to help you stand as well and you moved around the room, gathering fresh clothes. You went ahead and opened your laptop to prepare an email as well, jotting down a couple homework reminders that you wanted to be sure you sent.
He was fairly quiet, sitting on the edge of the bed as he watched you.
***
You took your time in the shower, letting the warm water soothe your mind and cleanse your skin while you forced yourself to focus on lesson plans. It served its purpose, since by the time you had finished and dried yourself off, you were deep in thought about the impact Greeks had on the English language today.
Dressing as you muttered nonsense to yourself, you barely managed to come out of the state when you returned to the bedroom.
"Sans...? I am finished..." you said as you opened the door.
He turned to you, his hands poised over your laptop.
***
Sans gave you a crooked smile and fiddled with the mouse on the computer. "'eya, doll. feel better?"
You quirked a brow, but didn't really question it as you saw him bring up a music player. "Yes... I believe so."
"good, good," he pushed away from the desk and moved to stand in front of you. "ya ready to hit the sack?"
"Once I send out emails, I will be."
You stepped around him, giving him a small smile as you did so - but was promptly halted by his hand on your wrist.
"i dunno, doll... ya look awfully tired ."
***
You blinked in confusion, watching him tuck his free hand into his pocket while he side eyed you. A pulse of warmth ran up your arm, making you utter a soft noise as exhaustion crept into the corners of your mind. It was becoming difficult to keep your eyes open, but you did your best to blink it away for now.
"I... I am, but I should..." you tried to speak, scrunching your eyes to keep them from drooping shut. "It is... Important...?"
Sans' grin was soft and inviting as he slowly stepped towards the bed, pulling you with him.
***
"shhh... you're tired, sweetheart," Sans cooed, taking your hips to guide you to sit down on the bed as a constant stream of warmth flowed into you. "why don'tcha relax? you can do it after ya rest a bit."
His words sounded like velvet, drawing you in and tempted you to curl up with your pillows to let sleep take you. It surprised you how quickly the tiredness caught up with you, but you'd really prefer to finish the email now...
"No, I... I would not want to forget..."
He pressed his teeth to your forehead, "i won't letcha forget."
***
"I... Should..."
Again, he shushed you, his hands easily coaxing you further onto the bed, "s'alright, doll. ya ain't got nothin' to worry about."
Your eyes slipped shut, forcing you to drag them open to watch Sans kick of his shoes and peel back the covers. If you didn't do your email now, you'd mostly likely sleep through the night and never get it sent, so you started to push yourself up.
He pushed you back down, clucking his tongue, "don't be stubborn, now."
A stronger pulse of warmth made you sag, nearly sending you straight into a deep sleep.
***
"there ya go..."
You could feel Sans crawling into bed and he rolled you onto your side so he could spoon you from behind. His arms felt comforting around your waist and his hands rubbed circles across your stomach, leaving a trail of calming heat in their wake.
"comfy?" You gave a nod, barely able to complete the motion without dozing off. "good... go ahead and sleep, sweetheart. i've gotcha."
His fingertips reached up, lightly pushing your eyes completely shut and he buried his face into the center of your back.
Sleep came far too easily and much too quickly.