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Subtle Flames: A Library Connection - part 1
Another day, another book*.
You pull open the library doors, the scent of old paper and ink filling your senses.
The quiet atmosphere envelops you like a comforting blanket, as you bask in the stillness that only a library can offer.
Rows upon rows of books line the shelves, beckoning you with their secrets waiting to be discovered.
Your quest for material for your latest project leads you through the labyrinth of knowledge, each step bringing you closer to unearthing hidden gems.
As you traverse the aisles, your eyes scan the spines until they fall upon an unfamiliar title that catches your interest.
You bend down and carefully slide it off its perch, feeling the weight of potential in your hands.
In the corner of your eye, you notice Sans catching your attention.
He’s engrossed in a poetry book, his concentration making him even more appealing.
Interesting choice of book… The thought of a conversation with someone who shares similar interests tugs at you, and you find yourself gravitating towards him.
“Excuse me,” you say politely as you approach, holding the poetry book in your hand.
“I couldn’t help but notice that you’re reading some poetry.”
Sans looks up from his reverie, a hint of curiosity dancing in his eyes.
“Yes, I am,” he confirms, a smile playing on his lips.
“Do you always analyze people based on their choice of books?”
“Well, it might be an interesting topic to discuss over coffee sometime,” you suggest, your tone hopeful and playfully challenging.
Sans tilts his head slightly, acknowledging the challenge.
“Maybe we could do that, YN.
It’s always nice to meet someone who shares my love for poetry.” The mutual respect and attraction are palpable as you continue discussing your shared interests, delving deeper into each other’s thoughts and ideas.
The library begins to close around you, with the last few patrons shuffling out of their nooks and crannies.
You both exchange glances, realizing that it’s time to part ways.
“Until then,” Sans says, his voice laced with anticipation.
As he walks away, leaving you alone in the now-quiet space, an intoxicating mix of exhilaration and longing courses through your veins.
You can’t help but wonder what lies ahead as you make your way out of the library, feeling like a flame has been ignited within you that only one person can quench.
Damn, he’s punctual*.
Sans is already at the coffee shop when you arrive.
You walk in, taking in the cozy atmosphere of softly lit lamps, aromatic coffee, and mellow music playing in the background.
The buzz of conversations fills your ears as you spot him sitting by the window, his silhouette cast against the fading light of dusk.
You make your way towards his table, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness stirring within you.
When he looks up at you with that intense gaze, you’re momentarily taken aback as a pleasant shiver runs down your spine.
Is this really just about books?
The thought lingers in the back of your mind as you sit down across from him.
“You found the place alright,” he says, breaking the silence with his warm voice.
“Yes, it was easy to find,” you respond, trying to steady your nerves.
“Thanks for suggesting this coffee shop, Sans.”
For a moment, there is an uncomfortable lull in the conversation as both of you sip on your drinks.
You can’t help but notice the way his fingers gracefully hold his cup or how his lips curve into a gentle smile when he takes a sip.
It’s then that you realize just how much you want to know more about him, and not just in terms of books.
As if reading your thoughts, Sans leans forward slightly, his eyes locked on yours.
“YN, you’re an enigma.
I can’t quite figure you out,” he admits.
Your heart skips a beat at the revelation, and without realizing it, you find yourself opening up to him more than you have with anyone else in recent memory.
As the night wears on, your conversation gradually shifts from books to personal experiences, shared dreams, and mutual interests.
You share stories of past loves and heartbreaks, laughing together at each other’s misadventures while also finding solace in the understanding you provide one another.
The connection between you strengthens with every passing moment, your hearts beating in sync as if they were made for this very moment.
The air around you seems to grow thicker with anticipation and desire, palpable even amidst the chatter of other patrons.
It’s hard not to notice the way Sans’ eyes linger on your lips or how his hand lingers just a little too long when he brushes yours in passing.
Finally, as if reading your thoughts once more, Sans leans in and whispers seductively, “Perhaps, you’d like to continue this at my place?” The unspoken promise of what lies ahead hangs heavy in the air between you both.
Your heart races at his invitation as electricity crackles between your bodies.
You can feel the heat radiating off him, melting away any remaining barriers that may have existed between you.
“Lead the way, Sans,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper.
As he stands up and offers you his hand to help you rise from your seat, there’s an unmistakable spark in his eyes.
You both leave the coffee shop together, the night setting in around you as possibilities for the evening stretch out before you like an endless sea of passionate exploration.
“Lead the way, YN,” he says, a thrilling promise in his voice, and with that, your slow-burn journey towards eroticism has begun.