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	“alright,” Sans said as he ushered Asgore and Toriel into the former queen’s room, “you two are gonna settle your issues in here.” The goats opened their mouths to protest with pointed fingers but the skeleton cut them off. “nuh-uh, no buts. frisk here is getting sick and tired of ‘mommy and daddy’ fighting.” Frisk waved sheepishly from behind Sans as the ex-royalty turned their gaze to them. Sans offered a serrated grin from the doorway. “now kiss and make up, you two.”

	The door closed shut with a deafening click, and there was no chance of it budging with Sans’s magic keeping it stuck closed. Toriel looked at Asgore, a scowl thick on her muzzle. “I’m guessing this was another one of your short sighted ideas, eh ‘Gorey’.” His old pet name dripping with venom as it fell from her lips, Toriel obviously not pleased.

	“Oh,” He rolled his eyes. “As much as I would love to spend time with my dear, dear wife, I think I’d rather run away and hide from my problems than devise a plan as stupid as this.”

	“Ha, ha, ha, hysterical” she mocked, “The royal clown finally grew a pair while I was gone.”

	The king snorted. “I see you still haven’t developed that sense of ‘humor’ of yours. How long did it take you to come up with that one? A decade? Two?”

	“Oh my, there might actually be some bite behind that bark, dear,” she said, shaking her head with a sarcastic grin. “Be careful; you might actually do something useful for once.”

	He took a step forward, looking down at her with contempt. “Just promise me you won’t run away as soon as something happens you don’t like, honey.”

	“I don’t think that’ll happen,” she closed the distance, her nose mere inches from him. Daggers were in her eyes as she spoke, “Coward.”

	“Vagrant.” He snapped back, a growl in his voice.

	“Spineless.”

	“Tramp.”

	“Oh, bite me!” She snarled, her nose wrinkling.

	“Maybe I will.” He put emphasis on each word, towering over her.

	She leaned forward, her scowl still present as she refused to back down. “You don’t have the guts.”

	“I’ll make you eat those words.” He threatened, sneering slightly at his ex-wife.

	She merely smirked. “Make me.”

	~~~

	Loud, lewd slaps of skin on skin filled the room as Toriel was bent over on her bed with Asgore behind her. One thing led to another and the two had managed to lose all of their clothes in the time between their small faceoff and their current predicament, though neither of them were complaining. It was needy and fast, both of the goats left untouched in that century long hiatus that their relationship had held, and now that they had a bit of a heart to heart it was almost a given that they’d end up on the bed. There were still gripes among the two, whether it be ethics or morals or whatever the hell politics was, but, unsurprisingly, Toriel was still Asgore’s type, and Asgore was clearly still Toriel’s.

	His grip was almost brutal on her soft rump as his hips flew faster than they’d moved in decades, the king fully enjoying these rather decadent privileges that he had sorely missed in her absence. She was oven warm and soft as velvet, making Asgore’s pleased smile curl all the wider as her folds hugged just a little bit tighter than he remembered.The king groaned, eyes closed as he just thoroughly enjoyed that hole, all those years spent missing Toriel’s rear end melting away as pleasure completely filled his brain. It was almost second nature to him as he slammed his hips forward again and again, glad he could hilt himself all the way in that wide rear end of hers. The queen was very accommodating, taking every ounce of strength Asgore could muster. He didn’t have to hold himself back, so he didn’t plan to.

	Toriel was also enjoying herself quite a bit as well, her mind muddled from the constant thrusting. She had forgotten the roughness his hips carried, the reminder growing all the more sweet every second as Asgore thundered along. It had been far too long since she’d felt like this, the queen’s smile wide and hanging open as her eyes were crossed from the incredibly powerful thrusts that barely gave her a split second of respite. Everything was sending her mind into a frenzy of pure bliss, the king doing a good job of making sure the two “kiss and make up”. She loved the feeling of his hands on her hips, the possessive grip only adding to the overall grander feeling of her just getting ultimately fucked as his cock made itself very much at home in

Big time skip wooooooooo


	The bed was warmer than usual, though the goats were unsure if it was because there were two of them instead of one or due to the acts that had immediately preceded getting under the covers. Asgore was on his back, looking up at the ceiling and clutching the covers up to his chest. His queen was lying on her side, facing away from him as he looked around helplessly. He did all he wanted to do and said all there was he had to say, which felt amazing beyond belief, but now that his accomplishments were mounted, his list of what to do diminished. It had been years since he last smooth talked, or even dared try to flirt with someone, let alone his ex-wife who he had just taken into a rather intimate act or two.

	He shifted about, trying his best not to disturb the springs as he tried to think of what to say. Time seemed to slow down as well as fly by, hell, he wasn’t even sure if she had fallen asleep yet or not. His chances seemed to shrink as his vocabulary became all the more wide and complicated, not at all sure how to spin what he wanted spun. He needed to make a move.

	“Hey, uh…” he attempted, “I didn’t go overboard there did I?”

	“No.” Her answer was not cold, but it surely didn’t seem all too warm either as it bounced back against the opposite end of the room.

	“O-Oh! Okay, good! Just making sure…” His mouth felt like cotton, as if he had just taken a trip to the dentist.

	“Mhmm,” she yawned, shifting deeper and deeper into the covers as time went on, her posture falling into sleep.

	“It-it felt good right?” He barely managed to muster.

"Asgore, if I didn't want what literally just happened to happen, it wouldn't have," she retorted, still not even bothering to turn onto her other side.

Asgore screwed his eyes shut, cursing himself. What kind of question was that? He must’ve sounded like some teenager trying to make something out his first kiss. He couldn’t even see her reaction, but it must’ve been something akin to an eye roll, if not something worse.

“Right, right… sorry.”

A silence hung in the air as awkwardness clung to the sheets almost as much as Asgore was. Endless scenarios with endless outcomes flowed through his mind as the one person he wanted to talk to the most was merely a few inches away, but he could barely even come up with passable conversation for her.

Toriel sighed, the simple sound the dead ringer for Asgore’s confidence. His brow furrowed and his heart sank as disappointment filtered through his very soul, all of it directed at himself. If he could slap himself he would, the king fretting about this impromptu makeup fiasco that wasn’t even his plan. In the heat of the moment everything he wanted to say came out without even a second thought, and each word landed directly on its mark for where he wanted it to go. Given, this situation was far more sensitive than what was just happening, and that the vernacular for that specific event was much simpler and effective for its intent, but that helped the King very little in this case of self loathing.

“Asgore,” Toriel spoke up, disturbing Asgore from the loop of his thoughts, “I can practically hear you thinking yourself to death.”

“O-oh,” he muttered, “Sorry.”

“Don’t say ‘Sorry’ you fool,” she spat, “If anything you should be sorry for what you haven’t done.”

	Asgore felt like he had just gotten kicked in the chin. “What?”

“Asgore we just had the best sex I think either of us have had even before we were estranged.” She shivered visibly, making Asgore’s heart swell at the words. “I thought that me facing away like this after you literally just fucked me for who knows how long would have been an invitation for you to be the big spoon. But I suppose that's expecting too much from you."

“I’m an idiot.” He didn’t mean to say that, but it surely was the first thing that popped into his head.

“Yes,” she quipped, “But you’re my idiot, and I know that the castle fool likes to snuggle, so hop to it!”

“Did my comment about how we ‘just had the best sex’ really make you start to get hard.”

“Shut up.”