It was finally quite for you - home again, home again, you sang this to yourself as you slip off your shoes within the front door entrance. Taking a third shift job is really taxing; sure, being able to ride the city streets with next to no traffic is great and the pay is good, but always around 3AM you find yourself hating such a boring desk job as sleep begins to attack you.
Shuffling your way into the living room you saw something that nearly brought a tear to your eyes.
Spread out upon the longest couch within the living room is Papyrus, in nothing but his black tank top - that hang off his boney figure just perfect and sweats that seem to hug his hips bones in almost a teasing way.
You let a pleased sigh escape as you behold the glory that is your boyfriend.

“Heh, seems like my lil'kitten’s home” He yawns and stretches, you could hear some of his joints pop.

You give him a tire chuckle, “How long you’ve been out here on the couch?”

The question itself seems to bring a realization to his half-mast sockets, “heh, long enough that Sans already left for his job.” He gives you his famous lax smirk.

“Someone fell asleep” you tease with a smile towards him, then a light panic hit you, “Oh, wait did you JUST fall asleep, aw pappy m'sorry for waking ya.”

He chuckles, a deep sound from his chest that always made you so at ease, you could feel the tension melt away in your shoulders.

“C’mon kiddo, I ain’t worry about that. I’m happy to wake up to ya,” he rises a bone brow as you let out a long yawn, “Even though you seem dog tired, you a’right there, kiddo?”

“Dear goodness, I am” you admit as you slipped off the outer jacket of your business outfit.

The sound of bones and fabric rustling and rattling cause you to bring your attention to the lax skeleton, arms out stretch toward you he gives you a soft smile.

“C’mere kiddo.”

You smile a warm along your face, a shy chuckle left you. Now, you are not a petite flower the bone brothers always treat you as, you are on the round side – chubby.

“Pappy, you know I’m a scooch too big to share the couch.”

“Then lay on top of me.”

“Papyrus, I’m too heavy.”

“Love, you take me too lightly. M’bones are way sturdier and stronger than you think.”

With a defeated sigh from you and a victorious smirk from the rather tall skeleton, you now found yourself awkwardly clamoring on top of Papyrus. You were nervous, it’s not like, your first time snuggling or anything – it’s just, you fear that he might be like the others from your past love life; often starting just like this but ending with an ‘you’re too big’.
After a few,

“S-sorry”

And

“Are you okay?” From you.

The both of you found a position that is quite cozy. One hand cup behind his skull – somewhat supported by the arm rest. His long body lay, nearly melting into the couch. You lay on top of him, your larger form draped on him like a soft warm comforter. Papyrus’ other hand relax on the middle of your back, you could feel him drawing tiny circles with his index finger – from time to time.
You lightly chuckle into the makeshift pillow you created with folded arms upon his broad chest.
“Heh, what?” His lax sockets look down at you with a smile within his teeth.

“Tickles.”

“Oops, my bad, kiddo”

He put a pause to his doodling digits on your back and let your body settle in the moment.
This is perfect, the sound of the clock on the wall ticking and counting away the seconds that pass, seem to sync with the beating of your heart. Papyrus took notice of this and couldn’t help but become more astounded by this amazing body of yours.
He could feel the expansion and deflation of your chest as your breathing slowed, he felt how the stress and ache of the world seem to disappear around your soul. Your soul feels so warm and so cl I send like this, he wish so badly to let his soul reach out to yours – but as of right now, no, right now its time for you to rest and relax.

…..

Why does your body have to be so soft, warm and perfect.
Papyrus squeeze your back, softly. This was enough to stir you out of a slumber you had not known you fallen into. You shift and steeply open your eyes, his gentle grip on your back ease away.
“Sorry, babe, did I wake ya?”

You shook your head, giving him an answer along with trying to wake up.
“Sleepy.” You state in a drowsy manner.

Papyrus famous lazy smile pull itself onto his face as he looks down at you, “Cuddle and nap.” He retorts.
“Hm, only if I can kiss your neck.”

Dear stars above, you really don’t know what you do to him. You saying that with such a groggy tone, it made the disc in his spine shiver with want. Cheeks already stain with warm hue, you feel the hand on your back slowly travel upwards, boney fingers soon becoming lost within your hair.

“Mmhm,” He purr with that deep voice of his.

He cranes his neck down – hunger in his sockets. The sudden grip and tug within your locks awaken a lustful spark within the pit of your belly.

“But we won’t be napping then.”

It was all that he whispers before he crashes his teeth within your lips.
It might not be a nap, but it’s a hell of a lot fun to rejuvenate like this.