Well, it was a nice day. That nice feeling ended right after dinner, when your father finally brought up the topic of Frisk, namely how excited he was to bring her back home. You had almost forgotten completely about that, but now the fear was all rushing back to you. Struggling to keep your composure, you muttered that it wasn't really the best time to discuss it.

"I don't understand, why can't I talk about bringing Frisky back home?" He asked. It was unfair. You shouldn't be talking to him like that.

"Because, it, it's just going to become an argument and I'd really rather not have to fight with you over this," you said through half-gritted teeth. You felt the familiar cotton-clad hand over your own, just like he had done the other day at the restaurant.

"I don't see why it should be an argument," your father remarked.

Ohhh, now your patience was wearing thin. Even the gentle pressing on your hand from Mettaton was unable to soothe you. But, instead of saying anything, you chewed at your lip to help you keep quiet and squeezed harder at Mettaton's hand.

"Well, we are going to talk about it, anyway," your father said, far too blasé for your liking. Your grip grew even tighter as you nodded stiffly. Briefly, in the very back of your mind, you hoped it didn't hurt him, although he was made of metal. It was probably hurting you more than anything.

Frisk, likely noticing the obvious tension, piped up with a story that she had from school and began a conversation that was far less tense and charged with anger. Bless her soul. You were able to ease up on you strangle-hold on Mettaton's hand and forced a smile onto your face. Now you would have to suffer through this meal while you knew that at the end you'd lose your sister again.

All too soon, your father was standing and giving you a meaningful look. Regretfully, and feeling every bit like an ashamed child caught breaking the rules, you released Mettaton's comforting hand and followed your father as he walked into your room. Your breath was held and your head hung, looking at your feet.

"Well?" You asked as you closed the door, already annoyed and trying your damnedest to keep your temper in check.

"There is no need to take that tone with me. Listen, I'm grateful that you took care of Frisk, but I have to bring her back home," your father said, his voice calm and even.

"Dad, you're not in a good place to be taking care of her," you appealed, bringing your arms defensively to your chest.

He paused, "I, I am okay now. I'm okay now."

"But," you faltered.

"I'm your father anyway. You don't get to decide this."

"I'm not a kid! And I can tell that it isn't a good idea for you to have Frisk!" You snapped. You hadn't meant to, but you couldn't take it back after you shouted.

"This isn't up for discussion!" He raised his voice, and you shrunk backwards, sitting on the edge of your bed.

You took measured breaths, speaking with forced calm, "Well, you can't just bring her home today. You can't just, there's stuff that you have to do."

"Then next week?"

You bit your lip and nodded, focusing your gaze on the ground.

"Hey, honey, it's not that terrible. It'll just be back to how things have always been, before we lost her."

"Yes, Dad," you muttered quietly, allowing him to hug you.

"I have to get home before it's too late," he said, "I'll see you next week."

You waved a brisk goodbye, not caring that your attitude was more than unfair. He stepped out, and you laid down, curling up on your side. You knew this would happen sooner or later. You knew. It wasn't like it was a complete surprise. It wasn't that bad. You were overreacting. It wasn't that bad. It really wasn't. You were just being stupid again and-

"Darling?" You heard Mettaton speak. You didn't answer, hoping desperately that he would go away. You just wanted to be left to yourself so you could wallow in self pity.

"He left, darling." You heard footsteps and felt the bed cave in next to you. Sighing, you turned over to face him.

"Oh, so you just invite yourself into my bed now," you joked with a humourless voice.

"If I recall, beautiful, you told me not so long ago that I am welcome in whenever I please," He responded, looking down at you.

He was right. "Yeah. I did." You let your eyes flicker away from his, and for a moment you felt the sting of tears behind your eyes. You spoke to keep yourself from crying in front of him, "So, um, whatcha doing here?"

"You didn't come back out. I wanted to make sure that my, that you were okay." He explained. He probably hoped that you didn't notice his stutter. You noticed it, but ignored it.

"I am. I-I'm good," you lied.

"Sweetheart..."

"I'm fine, Glitterbot." You laughed nervously. This was stupid. "Really, I am."

"Are you certain?"

You tried to speak, but choked over your words and instead nodded your head.

"Can I," He moved the slightest bit closer to you and stroked his knuckles over your cheek, "Can I stay, just to make sure?"

Your heart fluttered, and you took an extra little breath. A pause. "Please."

He smirked, shifting so that he was lying facing you. Subconsciously, you pulled him closer to yourself, hearing the whirring of the fan next to your ear.

"Eager much, my lovely?" He grinned down at you, and you found yourself unable to tear your gaze from his smile, and the little fangs that he was showing off, and his lips were just so cute and- oh my goodness, not again. Your heart kept deciding that you wanted to kiss Mettaton again long before your mind agreed. This was just going to be a thing now, wasn't it?

"Hello, darling? Anyone home?"

You broke from the trance with a start, "Huh? Oh, sorry. Sorry, I, uh, I just kind of spaced and, yeah. Sorry."  

"I heard you apologize the first time, darling."

"Yeah." Awkward laugh, awkward laugh... Dig for conversation topics. "So, um..." Oh, brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.

"So?" He raised his eyebrow, once again stroking your cheek. But he didn't move his hand away again. Instead, he dragged it over your jaw, resting his fingers briefly over your chin. Your breathing hitched as he did so, caught in surprise. You were unable to answer him. You were unable to really do much except lie frozen in his embrace. Why were you here? Why was he here? You couldn't remember. You couldn't be bothered to remember and you couldn't be bothered to care. All that had ever existed or ever would exist was this, here, now. For a moment he was close, and you anticipated it. You anticipated his lips against your own again, and you felt your breathing become just that tiny bit more labored.

He hesitated a moment, almost scared. You playfully rolled your eyes and stretched yourself to meet him in a quick kiss. At least, the first one was quick. But then he pressed his lips to yours again. And again. And he didn't stop, holding you against him and allowing you to tangle your fingers into his synthetic hair as his lips danced with yours. His fangs nipped at your bottom lip affectionately, and only then did it register in your mind that he was on top of you now, straddling your hips cautiously so as not to crush you. His lips traveled down to your neck as his hands slid up from your waist, slipping under your shirt.

You instinctively yelped at his cold hands against your skin, and pulled away, laughing at yourself and covering your face in your hands. He smirked as he peered down at you from under his fringe, and then he laughed along with you. At the moment, you weren't scared of losing Frisk, or scared of becoming too close to Mettaton. You weren't scared of being hurt.

"Here I was thinking that I was being romantic, and you just completely ruin it," he pouted, only resulting in your increased laughter.

"Don't blame me," you protested between breaths, "That was one hundred percent your fault, Glitterbot." You poked his forehead playfully.

"If you say so, my dear," he replied. He gave you a quick kiss on the tip of your nose and moved so that he was no longer on top of you. "But denial is the first step of acceptance."

"You are making no sense whatsoever right now," you said, the gales of laughter subsiding, looking at his pretty little smile.

At the moment, you were just happy to have him with you.
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A/N: And that's all for the Valentine's Day updates! Hopefully this one was a bit fluffier than the first part and satisfied you darling corpses! Things with Mettaton are getting a little interesting, hm?

Sorry, my writing is getting more mature, and the story with it.

Anyway, the song this time was really the same as the previous one, but I did base this chapter off of a previous idea that I drafted whilst listening to:

Song: Hallelujah Money by Gorillaz

Until next time, my fabulous corpses!