His New Favorite Color

"Long time no see, beauties." Mettaton glided across the room, taking long, elegant steps. He kissed the top of Frisks' head, and nodded briefly to Sans. "It's wonderful to see you all again," there was a pause as his head swiveled to the right, facing you, "with a new addition!" Mettaton took a step towards you, taking your hand in his own and bringing it to his lips.

It threw you off a bit, but you weren't sure if it was because Mettaton was being so formal, or because someone other than Sans was kissing you. You could see Sans out of the corner of your eye, and it was clear that he agreed with the latter.

"Hey, I'm, uh," you couldn't even get the sentence out before a metal finger pressed against your lips, silencing you.

"Oh, darling, I've already heard all about you from my lovely Pappy! And I'm sure you know who I am, so there's really no need for introductions, hmm?"

Or maybe Sans was bristling because of something else?

"Oh has he?" You smiled at Papyrus, whose cheeks were already aflame.

"course he has, my bro knows a good person when he sees one." Sans looked Mettaton up and down, his eyes half-lidded in a bored expression. "usually, at least."

"We made pie!" Toriel broke in, surely saving the day.

"Oh Toriel, how I've missed your fabulous cooking!" Mettaton followed the goat monster into the kitchen, quickly tailed by Frisk and Papyrus.

"So punk," Undyne drew the attention to herself and Alphys, who was still standing in front of the door. She was quick to get in your face, an eyebrow raised, "have you two kissed yet?"

"U-Undyne! You can't just s-say something like th-that!" Alphys stopped, looking between you and Sans. "H-have you?"

"Well, yeah," you began. Suddenly Sans was at your hip again, leaning against you. "A couple times, I guess."

"S-so, are you two of-ficial?"

"course we are," Sans answered for you, "we wouldn't be kissing if we weren't dating."

Before you could even ask what he meant, his mouth was pressed to your lips, kissing you in a way that most people wouldn't do in front of their friends. Just as you let yourself melt into the kiss, he pulled away, smirking.

"we gave em a show, it'll drive em crazy." He whispered into your ear.

In turn, your face became pink. You looked over at the two girl monsters who were, to Sans' credit, freaking out. They were talking to each other, way too fast for you to make anything out. Well, at least Sans wasn't wrong. Then again, he totally just left you hanging. You made a mental note to get him back later.

"_______ darling, would you join us in the kitchen for a moment?" the robot's melodious voice rang from the kitchen.

"Oh, yeah!" You slipped away from whatever was happening- it sounded like Undyne and Alphys were talking about some comic now- and into the kitchen. "What's up?"

"Our lovely Toriel is wondering about the seating. You know, you really should keep extra chairs, you never know when you might have company!" Papyrus and Frisk nodded along to everything he said, agreeing completely.

"It's just that I haven't lived here long, so I don't have a lot of furniture." You laughed awkwardly, scorning yourself for not thinking that through.

"HUMAN, WE COULD GET ADDITIONAL SEATING FROM MY AND MY BROTHER'S APARTMENT! THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS INCREDIBLY STRONG." Frisk signed something to Papyrus, using their spare arm to keep clinging to Mettaton's leg. "OH, YOU MAKE A VERY GOOD POINT. HUMAN, YOU SHOULD TAKE SANS WITH YOU."

"That's a wonderful idea, dear," Mettaton pushed you out of the kitchen, "Go, go, take your time!"

"Uh, okay," you blinked, wondering what exactly has just happened. "C'mon, gotta get chairs." Grabbing Sans' hand, you pulled him out the door.

"heh, just chairs?" He had that smug grin on his face, the one that made you-

Okay, you really wanted to kiss him. That damned grin.

"We'll see," stopping in front of the door, you waited for Sans to unlock the door. He simply snapped his fingers and opened the door, walking in. What. The. Hell.

"they do realize that they sent two of the shortest people, right?" He asked, heading to his table and grabbing one of the chairs.

"Sans." You crossed your arms, looking at him.

"hm?" He looked at you, and his browbone raised. "what?"

"What was with that kiss earlier?" Yeah, smooth ______, real smooth.

"trust me, it was the only way to keep em at bay." You gave Sans an unbelieving look, making him sigh, "you really want em to keep drillin you with questions?"

"Fair enough," you shrugged, watching as he put down the chair, looking vaguely confused. "Thanks, Sans." Without wasting time, you closed the space between you and Sans, kissing him with a passion that you hadn't shown before. Honestly, it surprised you as much as it did Sans. The kiss was weird, though. Usually it felt as if Sans almost had lips, ones that you couldn't see, but you could feel the hardness of his teeth this time. Part of you was trying to focus on that, on the weird magical things that your boyfriend did, but the rest of you was distracted by the amazing kiss.

Sans hadn't missed a beat, quickly taking over the kiss. Before you knew it, you were backed against the dining table with Sans' hand in your hair. His other hand was wrapped around your torso, keeping you close. Without hesitation you jumped up onto the table, scooting back just enough to sit comfortably. Sans was quickly up against you again, but he never lost connection to your lips. He kept kissing harder and harder, even biting at your lips. Okay, so maybe this isn't what you had planned, but God did it feel right. His mouth on yours, pressed up against each other, there were very few things that could make this more perfect.

You were probably taking an awkwardly long time for chairs, if you thought about it. The thing is though, that you weren't thinking. For once you were just doing. You kept kissing him harder, desperately clinging to him. There was suddenly something warm and wet running across your lips, like it was trying to get in.

Wait.

What.

You yelped, pushing away from Sans. "What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck," the words came out so fast that they were nearly indistinguishable. With wide eyes, you looked over Sans, your heart pounding. He was sweaty- nothing you hadn't seen before. Breathing heavily- no lungs but not unusual. There was lipstick on his teeth- courtesy of you. It looked good on him. And there was that blue glow behind his teeth. You'd seen it before, but never up close like this. What could that even be?

"shit, i shoulda said somethin first-"

"Sans, what the fuck?" You demanded.

"i, uh," he paused, simply opening his mouth to reveal a cyan blue tongue. It was the same color as his soul, as his blush. As his magic.

"Jeez Sans, warn a girl next time." There was awkward laughter between both of you, and you couldn't help but stare at his tongue. "Okay, how are you doing that?"

"magic."

"I should've known you'd say that. So you can, like, uh,"

"lemme show ya,"

Sans leaned in for another kiss, cupping your face in his hands. His kiss was gentle, but you could feel that pressure behind it, that want and intent. You gladly pressed yourself against him again, but you knew that the mood was different. It wasn't all energetic and heated, it was slow, steady, solid. They were both amazing- he was amazing. He was so incredibly, outstandingly amazing. And, hey, he was all yours.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you barely even noticed when his tongue came out this time, hitting your lips. Now used to the fact that the skeleton had a tongue, you opened your mouth, letting him to his business. It felt like any other tongue, except for that electricity, that tingling, that magic feeling you got from only him. It made you melt into him, your thoughts fade out. It was like those stupid movie and book tropes suddenly made sense. Like only you and Sans existed in that moment, only the two of you mattered. Everything else simply disappeared.

"Ehem!" The voice glitched.

Both of you broke apart suddenly, startled. You nearly fell back onto the table, but Sans' grip saved you at the last second.

"I know I told you to take your time darling, but really?" Mettaton sighed, strolling over to you and Sans.

"c'mon mettaton, you're ruining the moment," Sans huffed.

"Well excuse me if I don't want you boning someone where we eat breakfast!"

"Woah there," you interrupted, "Who said anything like that? And, I mean," you motioned to Sans, "skeleton?"

"Oh darling, you're so innocent." Mettaton purred, stroking your hair.

Sans caught onto the robot's arm, glaring at him. "hands off."

"Well then," Metta blinked at him, then turned to you, slowly retracting his hand, "You two should join us, Toriel has already passed out the pie." And with that, he spun on his foot and walked out, hips swaying in a way you knew was fake.

"Guess we should head back, huh?" You asked after the robot was out of earshot.

"mhm," Sans gave you another quick kiss before stepping back. He took a glance at what you now knew was your soul, and his smile grew immensely. He gave you another kiss, lingering for a moment, "how'd i get so lucky, huh?"

"Very cute, babe." You hopped off of the table, heading towards the door.

"woah, i'm babe now?"

"Would you rather me go back to Bones?"

"nah, 's too easy," Sans shrugged, following you back to the apartment hand in hand.

Everyone was already eating, huddled around the TV. Toriel, Frisk, and Mettaton sat on the couch. Alphys was curled up next to her girlfriend on the floor, and Papyrus was in the bean bag chair. Undyne was the first one to look up, letting out a loud groan. "See? Those punks didn't even bring the chairs!"

"UNDYNE, PLEASE DO NOT TALK WITH YOUR MOUTH FULL!"

"You owe me f-five bucks," Alphys teased her, smirking.

"looks like we didn't need em anyways." Sans plopped into the floor next to Papyrus.

You sat next to the shorter of skeletons, laying your head his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around you. Hugging you to his side. "What are we watching?"

"Shark week!" Everyone yelled. Well, everyone other than you, Sans, and Mettaton.

"nice," Sans whispered.

"Oh my," Mettaton drew all eyes off of the television and to him. He had one hand against his mouth, the other holding a hot pink iPhone. "I should be checking into my hotel!"

"THE GREAT PAPYRUS WILL TAKE YOU!" Papyrus attempted to jump out of the chair, instead toppling out of it.

"That's a wonderful idea, Pappy dear." The robot cooed."

"Why don't we meet up with you punks then?" Undyne suggested.

"Y-yeah! I m-mean, since you j-just got back and all."

"I'm afraid that Frisk and I have prior plans, but we'd love to join you another time." Toriel offered, "Speaking of which, we must be off my children."

She stood up with Frisk, and everyone was hugging goodbye. You stood back, unsure of what to do. Yet again, Undyne was the one to notice.

Undyne sighed, rolling her eyes- well, eye. "Get in here, punk." She nodded you over, and you awkwardly obliged.

You were surprised that you weren't skipped over by anyone, considering that you were so new. They were all so kind. As you watched them leave your apartment, you couldn't help but think, hey, I could get used to this.

"you don't mind if i stick around, do ya?" Sans asked, making you jump

"What, you aren't best friends with Mettaton?" You joked.

"think i've seen enough of that hunk of scrap metal today," he groaned.

You laughed, throwing yourself onto the couch. "Wow, scrap metal? You really don't like him."

Sans chuckled, sitting on the end of the couch. You scooted closer, laying your head in his lap. Sure, not the comfiest, but it was damn cute. "you could say that, yeah." He stroked the hair out of your face, smiling down at you, "there's no way that's comfortable."

Before you could answer him the door slammed open, a triumphant Jay in the doorway. "Guess who's moving to the city!"