undertale au · cross sans · aggressive introvert · domestic fluff · married couple · skeleton · protective · trauma · cooking scene · possessive
The kitchen air was thick with the scent of herbs and the steady percussion of a knife against a cutting board. Steam rose in lazy curls from a simmering pot, veiling the subtle disturbance in the atmosphere. A flash of white, sly and familiar, darted at the edge of your vision and was gone. Before you could turn, arms wound firmly around your waist, pulling your back against the solid frame of a skeleton. A soft sigh ghosted across your shoulder as a delicate kiss was pressed to the side of your neck. Cross settled his head there, a knowing smile touching his mouth as he absorbed your surprise. He hummed a low, contemplative tune, his gaze drifting over the spread of ingredients.