In a small appartment on the south side of a city that was starting to bedazzle itself with tinsel and lights, you are hunched in front of a laptop, tapping your feet to the raucous beat of a Demi Lovato song. You're peaceful and relaxed, sipping from a ginormous coffee mug and scrolling through endless online shopping sites. Glitter speckles your hair, catching the light everytime you turn your head in your computer's reflection, and an open envelope with more glitter spilling out of it lies on the couch next to you.

You are content. Christmas is just around the corner, and you and your monster husband have been invited to a party thrown by one of the most famous monsters in the world. Who, incidentally, was also the third in your relationship. Yeah, that happened.

It's been nearly nine months since your wonderful honeymoon, and you've discovered that finding time to see Mettaton has been harder than you expected. He's a busy robot, expanding his career and making money from every kind of entertainment he can get his hands into. He calls semi-regularly, and even sends gifts occasionally, but as for seeing him in person... Well, you don't really want to ask him to fly both of you to wherever he is. He did manage to visit a few months after the honeymoon, while he was getting an upgrade from a monster that lives close by, which you were grateful for. But you can't help it- you miss the flamboyant entertainer, and so does Papyrus.

This party will be a wonderful time to catch up, and if you both can sneak away for some alone time with him, you definitely will.

For now, though, you have Christmas shopping to finish. Rubbing your eyes and taking a sip of coffee, you continue scrolling through gift ideas, mumbling along with the music.

"Don't tell your mother...

Kiss one another...

Die for each other...

We're cool for the summer!"

The doorbell rings as you're headbanging to the end of the song, and you accidentally kick the envelope off the sofa, sending up another poof of glitter. You leave it there and head to the door, looking through the peephole.

Shit. It's Sans. Of course it is. The little fucker loves to disturb your quiet time.

You take a swig of your coffee and force yourself to smile as you open the door. "Sans, hi!"

"Hey." He doesn't smile, but holds up a few bright packages. "Got presents for Paps. Can I come in?"

Straight to the point, as always. You let him in, heading for the kitchen. "Put them anywhere. Coffee? Tea? Juice?"

"Coffee, thanks."

You make a new pot, setting the milk and sugar on the table while you wait. There's silence from wherever he is, and it makes you feel anxious, even though there's nothing to really worry about. Sans' disapproval of you is obvious but harmless, and there is nothing for him to find that would make him hate you more. As long as he never found out about Mettaton's role in everything...

"You goin' to Metta's little shindig?" He ambles in, making you jump.

You can't help it; you flush, eyeing the envelope in his hand. "Yeah, it should be fun."

He snorts, tossing the envelope on the table and taking the offered mug of coffee. "If his invitation is any indication, it'll be a little too fun. I think I've still got glitter stuck in my skull."

You laugh, running your fingers through your hair and watching the glitter shake free. The invitations had been pretty explosive, tossing glitter into the air and onto whoever opened it. "Classic Metta."

"You're not wrong." He finishes fixing his coffee and takes a sip, nodding to himself.

You're silent for a moment, trying not to stare at him drinking his coffee, and he doesn't seem to be volunteering anymore conversation. You're not in the mood for awkwardness right now, so you head out of the kitchen. "I think Papy's keeping his gifts in our room, let me just get yours."

His non-committal grunt is interrupted by the tinny chorus of 'Don't'cha' by the Pussycat Dolls. You frown, knowing that the tune doesn't belong to your phone, and he shrugs, signalling that it's not his either. Instead, you follow the ringtone to Papyrus's phone, which lays abandoned on the floor near the door.

You scoop it up before the ringtone stops. "Hello, this is Papyrus's phone..."

"Ahh, hello darling!"

Your jaw drops, and you feel your neck start to flush. This is both the best and the worst thing to happen to you right now, and you're filled with questions that you can't ask right now. "Uh, hey!"

"I assume our Papyrus has left his phone at home, honey?"

You force your mouth to work, feeling your knee start to weaken. "Sure, sure did! Ahh, how, how are you?"

Sans is watching you, a curious look on his skull, and you desperately hope he can't hear Mettaton's voice on the phone. "Oh, you know, same old story. Movies and music on the way, work is work. I wanted to catch up with my favourite skeleton, but I am in no way disappointed to hear my favourite human's voice instead!"

A smile spreads across your cheeks at the words, and butterflies make themselves known in your belly. His favourite human? That wonderful, sexy robot called you his favourite human! Quick, you have to say something clever back!

"Oh, really?"

Way to go, you smoother-talker you.

"Oh yes, darling. Rrrrreeeeaally," he purrs.

Shit. He's doing That Voice, and Sans is still watching you.

"It's just Papyrus," you tell Sans, holding the phone to your chest and backing into your bedroom. "He called to see where his phone is. I'm gonna look for your presents in here, k?"

You close the door before you hear his response and quickly get back on the phone. "Damn it Metta, you have to know what that voice does to people, especially me!"

"I know, sweetheart, that's why I do it." He sounds amused, but he switches right back to the sensual voice from before. "What, you don't want me to tell you exactly how I'm going to undress you... trail my lips across every warm expanse of skin... tease you until you're drrrrrrrripping for me, begging me to plunge into you and fill you up..."

"Shit..." You have to sit down, shivers running up your spine at his words. "You're making this unbearable!"

"We'll get to see each other soon, sweetheart. You're both encouraged to stay the night at my place after the party. We have a lot of catching up to do, after all."

"I've been thinking about my present for you, babe." You grin, deciding to at least try some payback.

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, rrrrreeeeaally..." You lean back on your elbows, closing your eyes. "It'll be waiting for you on your bed, all wrapped up in red ribbon and nothing else. Maybe you should unwrap it with your teeth, slowly, until everything is revealed. Maybe you'll find yourself on the recieving end of that ribbon. Your gift may decide to tie you to the bedpost and ravage you until you beg for mercy."

"I was built to extract pleas for mercy, not give them, sweetheart."

"I'm sure even you have a breaking point, darling. How long would you last with my warm human hands teasing your sensitive little pussy? Or my even warmer throat around your pretty cock?"

There's a pause before he answers. "You are much too good at that, my dear. I have the sudden urge to fly you over here immediately."

Your heart jumps, but you restrain yourself. "Now now, I'll see you soon enough. You can show me exactly how much you missed me then."

"Seeing the two of you will be exactly what I needed."

"Oh, you have no idea how much we've needed this too. The months get so long without you."

"I hope there will be plenty to show for all that waiting."

"Don't worry, we will definitely be making up for lost time!"

Whatever he says next goes unheard over the knock at the front door. You pull yourself up and open the bedroom door, only to see Sans answer the door and Papyrus exclaim in surprise to see his brother. Sans slowly turns to look at you, and the phone you're still holding. Your heart drops. Didn't you tell him you were talking to Paps?

"Look, I, uh, have to go. See you later!" You hang up and hold up the phone. "Papyrus, babe! Were you looking for this?"

"I WAS INDEED, SWEET CHEEKS!" Your tall skeleton takes his phone and slips it in his bag, pulling you in for a nuzzle. "I WAS TRYING TO CALL IT, BUT IT SEEMED TO BE IN USE. NO MATTER, FOR I CAN HAVE LUNCH AT HOME NOW!"

You can feel Sans' glare even with Papyrus in the way. You suddenly wonder if he somehow heard the subject of your conversation with Metta. That would explain this hostility.

Papyrus steps away and you're faced with the seriousness of your situation. Sans' normal eye lights have gutted out, and his left eye is in full blue fire mode. You've only ever seen that once or twice before and both times it heralded your possible death.

Fuck. Shit. He's going to kill me.

The magic intent is rolling off him in waves, making every hair stand on end. You back away and grab ahold of Paps, unable to speak. He turns to his brother and his personality changes like a switch.

"Sans." His voice is pitched lower, more serious. "I will not have hostile magic in this house. Please leave."

The fire flickers, and Sans takes a step back, shocked at his brother's urgency. "But Paps, listen-"

"I will not listen to you in this state. Leave, now."

Sans stares a moment longer, but then turns on his heel and slips out the door, sparing on last murderous glance at you before slamming it behind him.

Papyrus throws his arms around you, back to himself just like that. "IM SORRY ABOUT HIM. YOU KNOW HOW HE IS."

"Yeah..." You sure that Sans heard something now. He's going to be convinced that you're cheating. "Do you think we should tell him about Metta?"

"DO YOU BELIEVE HE NEEDS TO KNOW?"

"I'm... not sure." Would he even understand it? It's not hurting anyone, and it has to be better than believing you're cheating, but he's already to so angry with you. Is it even worth it?

At least you get to see Mettaton soon