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Chapter 7

Music with Her Silver Sound

_What the--?_Sans jerked his head toward the soft but unexpected sound. Toriel's eyes popped open as Sans inadvertently tugged her muzzle with him; she attempted to speak, but with her tongue still thrust between Sans's teeth all she managed to produce was a strangled interrogative noise.

Sans beheld in the doorway Frisk, their expression at its most detached and stone-faced, camera held at the ready for another photograph. They had one eye closed as they held their free hand out, fingers extended in an 'L' as though Frisk were a cinematographer framing a perfect shot. Behind Frisk, Papyrus was standing, trying as hard as possible to look as though he'd just happened to be there even though his eye-sockets were open wider and rounder than Sans had ever seen them and his jawbones were creased into a grin that Sans hadn't known his brother's face was physically capable of sustaining. And from Frisk's phone came a joyful holler: "SO? HAVE YOU GOT THAT PHOTO YET, PUNK? ALPHY AND I ARE_WAITING,_ YOU LITTLE TEASE!"

Toriel hastily untangled herself from Sans's jaw, scrambling and stumbling in her haste to get back to her feet. "My_child!_" she exclaimed, her voice echoing with distant thunder.

Sans was still feeling too relaxed to bother with any sudden movement but his eye-socket glowed with a sharper than usual gleam as he favored Frisk with a sarcastic smile. "Seriously, kid, I hope this isn't going to become some kinda habit with you, popping your head into the room every time your mom and I are making out."

Frisk hurriedly cut short another of Undyne's exclamations and pocketed their phone, drooping their head a little."Sorry," they signed, abashed.

Papyrus leapt into the kitchen ahead of Frisk, still grinning but now in frenzied ingratiation. "Do not blame the human! Nyeh, heh! The fault is entirely mine, your Majesty! I mean, Lady Queen Toriel! That is to say, Qu--" The frantic skeleton began furiously bowing to Toriel, bony hands clasped together at his sternum. Frisk stepped toward him and laid a restraining hand upon his clavicle, and Papyrus's apology stuttered to a halt.

"Papyrus did suggest that I should call Undyne with the news about you and Sans,"_Frisk signed to Toriel. They hesitated for a few moments, hands paused in mid-sign, a tinge of shame creeping into their facial expression, before continuing."Undyne became very excited and wanted to know more, and she talked me into..."_

Toriel nodded, her momentary flash of anger already subsiding into compassion and mercy. "Come here, my child," she crooned, arms extended, and Frisk obediently walked into their mother's welcoming embrace. "Undyne is a special friend to you, I know." Frisk nodded vigorously. "And I know that you delight in sharing with her anything that brings you joy. But if she asks you for a photograph of Sans and myself in a private moment,please, dear child, ask our permission next time."

Sans nodded assent. "Yeah, at least you can let us see the pic first. Maybe I wanna make sure I'm showing off my best side."

Frisk giggled, their dark cheeks blushing even darker, and retrieved their phone. Dismissing the pile of text message notifications from Undyne--"YOU AND PAPYRUS JUST MADE THIS ALL UP DIDN'T YOU" was the last one--Frisk opened the photograph and held it out for everyone to see. Papyrus unfolded himself from his posture of genuflection so he could have a look.

"Oh, wow!" he said, beaming again. "I've never seen my brother look so...romantic!"

And it was true, Sans had to admit to himself even as he flushed with embarrassment at seeing his diminutive form wrapped in Toriel's arms, jaws parted to accept Toriel's kiss, eye-sockets closed in evident bliss as his fingertips pressed into Toriel's back. "Uh...um," he said at last. "Yeah, Frisk, you can send that to Undyne if you want, I won't stop you."

Toriel laughed her softest, most musical laugh, a chuckle that sent a warm shiver down Sans's spine. "I agree, my child. You have my permission to show this to Undyne, even though in so doing you_are_ guaranteeing that every monster in Ebottsville will know about their queen's love life by tomorrow morning. Yet I cannot bring myself to be annoyed." Toriel gently stroked Frisk's dark hair. "In a way I am glad. It reminds me of the carefree days of my youth. My salad days, when I was green in judgment but by no means cold of blood." Her last sentence prompted a quizzical look from Frisk and Papyrus, but Sans caught the reference and smiled.

Sans slipped an arm around Toriel's waist, looking up at her. "So, Tori, uh...maybe we should tell Papyrus and Frisk that we want some, uh, personal time..."

"Oh, yes!" Toriel put her paws together, her manner businesslike as she addressed the two of them. "My child, dear Papyrus, Sans and I have decided that we would like to spend a quiet evening together here, if neither of you has any objections. However we would like a few hours of privacy. Papyrus, would you object to guarding my child for a time? Perhaps you can drive them into the city to see a film, or entertain them in some other way."

Frisk smiled and looked expectantly from their mother to Papyrus, whose face lit up at the word "guarding". He snapped upright and dipped his head by way of a salute. "I would be honored to look after your child, Lady Toriel! I assure you that to the best of my ability I will keep them safe from all harms!"

"I am certain that you will, my friend. Permit me to give you some ready money." She left the kitchen in search of her purse, the others trooping after her; when she located it, she withdrew a thin stack of bills from her pocketbook. "About sixty dollars should keep the both of you preoccupied, I think. And Papyrus? If you_do_ take my child to a movie theater, see to it that they do not buy too many hot dogs." Frisk blushed again and Sans stifled a laugh.

"Yes, ma'am!"

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With Frisk safely in Papyrus's custody and given strict instructions not to come home before ten and not without calling ahead first--the young ambassador had smiled broadly and winked at this last direction--Toriel and Sans were securely ensconced on the living room couch, ostensibly to watch cooking shows together, but their attention soon wandered away from Alton Brown. Before long Toriel was sprawling in blissful languor over the couch's full length, head pillowed against a cushion and cradling Sans to her body with both arms, stroking the long digits of her paws over the contours of the bones beneath Sans's clothing. A warm glow was in Sans's eye-sockets as he nestled against Toriel's belly and chest, rubbing his face slowly into the soft, aromatic fur that peeped out from above the neckline of the violet dress.

"Mm," he said, as Toriel pressed her muzzle to the top of Sans's skull, treating him to a successful of little kisses and teasing licks. "You feel...great, Tori. You smell great, too. But I gotta admit that your belt buckle is digging into my leg a bit."

"Oh, is it?" Toriel whispered, not interrupting her string of kisses. "I can dispense with the belt, if you like." Sans felt her arms curl around his body a little more tightly, and an intoxicating note crept into the earthy scent of her body. "I can dispense with much else besides, Sans. If you are willing." She insinuated a paw underneath Sans's shirt, tracing the line of one of his ribs with a delicate fingertip.

"Oh, gee. Tori." The rush of new sensations was making Sans giddy but with some effort he collected himself to ask the question that he had been shoving to the back of his mind since he and Toriel had kissed. "I think I'd love that, Tori, but before we do anything, um...I just have to ask...what do you, uh, expect of me exactly?"

"Expect?" Toriel loosened her grip a little and interrupted her kissing. "I am not certain of what you mean, Sans."

"Like, uh...what do you think I'm, um, capable of doing with you?" Sans's cheekbones were hot and bright blue with chagrin but he had to keep going. "'Cause I gotta warn you before we get any further, Tori, there's some things I_can't_ do, as a skeleton. So I don't want you to get certain hopes up."

"Oh. Ohhh!" Now it was Toriel's turn to flush and titter with embarrassment. "I understand now. You want to know what sort of sex I am hoping to have with you."

"Tori!" Sans turned even bluer. "Did you have to put it like_that?"_

"Sans, you bashful innocent." Toriel gently took his head between her paws and planted a kiss on his forehead. "Are you really that shocked? I happen to_love_ sex, I will have you know. Why do you suppose I was so enthralled by Prince Asgore back in his day? It certainly was not his brains."

"Well, I wasn't around then," Sans replied, still having some difficulty in looking Toriel in the eyes. "I guess I never really thought about it much, but, eh, you don't exactly come across like a horny goat, not usually."

"No, not any more. They had to train that out of me, when I married the Prince." Toriel's brown eyes grew thoughtful as she ran her paws over Sans's back and reminisced. "I fear that I was a source of exasperation to Asgore's advisors, at first. A fun-loving monster girl who had no use for formality and ceremony, who wasn't above cursing in public or grabbing my husband's ass if I felt like it." Toriel laughed. "Why do you suppose we all got to calling him 'Fluffybuns'? My fault, I must confess."

Sans chuckled. "Wow, Tori. It's...well, I wish I could've seen it."

Toriel smiled and kissed Sans again. "But do you know, Sans? Before long I learned to my surprise that I_enjoyed_ the pomp and the palaver of the queenly role. Wearing formal clothes, speaking with the measured and elaborate diction of a monarch. I was_good_ at it. It made me feel like, oh, a monster of substance, someone who commanded respect. And so here I am today, an elderly lady who takes three times as long to say what is on her mind as she really needs." She fixed Sans with an intense gaze. "So I will get to the point. I am a woman of simple pleasures and comforts, Sans. One of those pleasures is being fucked. It did occur to me that this might not be something you were physically capable of giving me, at least not the way that..." Her gaze flickered for a moment, and she drew a deep breath to calm herself. "...not the way Asgore could, at any rate. But that does not matter. I love_you_, Sans, not your 'equipment' or my expectations for it. I am not here tonight because I was hoping to fuck. I wanted to spend my evening alone with you, Sans, and touch you and be touched. I ask for nothing more."

When Toriel was done speaking Sans exhaled a breath that he did not know he had been holding. Tension and worry evaporated from him. "Tori. Thank you," he replied, leaning his head forward and pressing his maxilla to Toriel's lips. "You're right in your guess about my 'equipment'. I'm not really wired for sex. It's not that I'm not attracted to you! I actually, well...I think you're pretty hot and I've been kinda dying to see you without your dress. But it's a bit different a feeling from wanting to bone you. At least, I think it's different." Sans shrugged. "It's not like I'll ever really know, I suppose."

Toriel giggled. "What_is_ it like for you, then? Can you explain it?"

"Huh. Maybe? I'll try anyway." Sans arranged himself more comfortably atop Toriel, pillowing his head on one of her breasts, eliciting from her a soft, bleating grunt of pleasure. Sans quivered with pleasure from the sound. "When I get close, like this, with you...my soul responds to you. It's like I can sense just how joyful your soul is right now, and it makes my own soul joyful. It feels like listening to a really emotional piece of music, except it's way stronger than that." Gently he cupped Toriel's other breast in his bony fingers, applying the gentlest pleasure to its soft roundness, and Toriel shuddered. "Papyrus has his own music. With Papyrus it's like some ridiculously peppy, upbeat song, like I'm having the time of my life on an amusement park merry-go-round and singing along to the calliope. God, Tori, Papyrus can make me so_happy,_ did you know that?"

Toriel nodded and ran a loving paw over Sans's head. "I have seen it, Sans. Your brother is very dear to you, is he not?"

"Like you wouldn't believe, Tori. With you, though, my soul hears a different sort of tune. It's like...I dunno, like listening to a great pianist. Everything about you is musical to me, Toriel...the way you look, the way you move, the way you talk, the way you laugh. Boy,_especially_the way you laugh."

Toriel chuckled. "No wonder you kept coming back to practice your jokes at my door, dearest Sans. You wanted to hear me laugh."

Sans grinned sheepishly. "It wasn't_just_ that but it was a big thing, yeah, I'll admit to that. But anyway...that's the way you're making me feel right now. Like I'm listening to a beautiful concerto. Sometimes it's quiet and soothing, but sometimes..." With a fingertip Sans traced the contour of Toriel's breast, pressing gently through the fabric of her dress and of her brassiere, feeling its softness and its warmth beneath the layers. Toriel gasped, and a short moan escaped from her parted lips. "...sometimes there's deep feeling and passion, too. I can feel that passion in your soul, Tori. It feels...amazing."

Toriel bit back another moan, breathing heavily to steady her voice. "Please, take me to your bed, Sans," she whispered, her voice sultry and yearning. "It has been so long since I've felt the touch of another body against mine, with nothing between...please make love to me."

The fire Sans had kindled in Toriel's soul had spread to his own, and there was no more hesitation. He carefully eased himself off Toriel's body and stood close to her, holding out one hand. "Come with me, Tori."

Grasping his hand in her paw Toriel rose from the couch. Together they left the living room.