FlowerFell番外篇 Unexpected(4)(17)
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Stars fading but I linger on dear
Still craving your kiss
I’m longing to linger till dawn dear
Just saying this
Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me
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Thirty-two weeks.
“like this?” Sans asked, rolling a warm tendril of red magic over Frisk’s aching shoulders. Frisk was sitting in his lap as he sat at the edge of their bed. The sun had long since set and Frisk had trouble getting comfortable enough to sleep.
“Yes,” they hummed at the feeling of pain melting away, being replaced by a pleasurable warmth, “I ache all over.”
Gently guiding his magic down their back, around their hips and front of their now massive baby bump. Sans had rather bluntly commented on how huge Frisk was now, earning him a cold stare and a knock on the noggin.
“Hmmmn,” a curious sound, “do that again.”
“what?” he was doing multiple things at once. Both his hands directing magic. Being ever so careful not to somehow slip up and injure Frisk. He wasn’t too terribly used to using non-lethal magic.
Stars fading but I linger on dear
Still craving your kiss
I’m longing to linger till dawn dear
Just saying this
Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me
-
Thirty-two weeks.
“like this?” Sans asked, rolling a warm tendril of red magic over Frisk’s aching shoulders. Frisk was sitting in his lap as he sat at the edge of their bed. The sun had long since set and Frisk had trouble getting comfortable enough to sleep.
“Yes,” they hummed at the feeling of pain melting away, being replaced by a pleasurable warmth, “I ache all over.”
Gently guiding his magic down their back, around their hips and front of their now massive baby bump. Sans had rather bluntly commented on how huge Frisk was now, earning him a cold stare and a knock on the noggin.
“Hmmmn,” a curious sound, “do that again.”
“what?” he was doing multiple things at once. Both his hands directing magic. Being ever so careful not to somehow slip up and injure Frisk. He wasn’t too terribly used to using non-lethal magic.