A/N: So I just now realized that I didn't update this story on Wednesday! I'm sorry! I'll still update on Sunday like usual, but here's something to make up for Wednesday. Enjoy!

CHAPTER EIGHT

Frisk stood in front of her mirror and analyzed her appearance. She'd chosen a black dress she hadn't worn in years, and luckily, it still fit her. The sleeves were long, and the front came up to her neck, but the skirt ended just above her knees. The back swept down to the small of her back. She'd done her hair up in a bun and added a few little beaded barrettes to make it look more elegant. Her makeup was done subtly, knowing that Sans preferred her with no makeup at all. She refused to leave her house tonight without it.

She left her legs bare and wore a pair of black heeled sandals. She turned just enough to inspect the side view. She had to admit—she looked nice.

It had been a week since she'd confessed she'd fallen in love with Sans. Tonight, he was taking her on their first date. She was so excited, she could feel her insides vibrating.

She smiled to herself and turned to walk out to the kitchen. Sans would be there in a few minutes to take her…somewhere. He refused to tell her where they were going. He asked only if she trusted him, which, of course, she did.

She was nearly finished putting her ID in her clutch purse when there was a knock at the door. She could hardly control the burst of energy that threatened to knock her on her ass. Instead of running at the door, she took a second to do a happy dance. After she managed to suppress a screech of excitement, she smoothed down the front of her dress, cleared her throat, and went to open the door.

Sans stood there wearing something she didn't even know he owned. He had on nice black slacks and a black jacket over a white shirt with a blue tie that matched the color of his magic. Even with the respectable clothes, she had almost expected to see fluffy slippers on his feet. Instead, he had on a pair of shiny black dress shoes.

"Can I come in?" he asked with a smirk.

Frisk shook her head. "Nope. I'm sorry, Sans. I'm not sure I can handle you tonight. You look hot." She nearly laughed at the blue that crept up on his cheekbones.

He coughed and pushed his way past her gently. Once the door was shut, he took a moment to look her over.

"And what do you mean I look hot? Have you seen yourself? Damn, Kidduh—I mean, uh…Frisk." He reached out and touched her shoulder lightly. He realized then that she was a little taller than normal. He glanced down at her feet. "You gonna be okay walkin' in those?"

Frisk blushed brightly. "I'm sure I'll be fine. So where are we going?"

He shook his head and just held out his arm. "I can't tell you until we get there."

With a skeptical gleam in her eye, she took his arm. "Why do I feel like you're not telling me because you know I'll back out?"

He smirked at her as she locked the door.

"Nah. You'll have a skele-ton of skele-fun."

She snorted. "I didn't realize I was in for such a pun time."

He smiled proudly. "You kiddin' me? It's always a pun time around me."

They talked about their days as they walked, arm in arm.

Frisk hadn't enjoyed one minute of her time at work, but had rejoiced when she was able to leave and get ready for their date. She admitted to having her outfit picked out three days in advance.

Sans had a tough time with his dad at work once he let it slip that he had a date. He had failed—purposely—to tell his elder that he even had an interest in anyone.

"You never told him about me?" Frisk asked, hurt. Two years into their friendship, and his dad didn't even know about her.

He looked at her sincerely. "He knows about you, Frisk, just not that I was interested in you like that."

She nodded, feeling a little better.

His dad had hounded him for an hour straight until Sans finally cracked and told him it was the first date with his human friend. He then had to endure an hour of the silent treatment followed by two hours of lecture about how a monster-human relationship was unnatural and would never last.

Frisk flinched. "Your dad is one of those people?" She never would have guessed after seeing how chill Sans was and how much Papyrus loved her.

Sans sighed. "Yeah, but he has his reasons, Frisk. He didn't learn it from his parents like humans do; he had some…really awful things happen to him."

Frisk nodded again. "I'm sorry to hear that, Sans. All the same, I'm glad you didn't let him talk you out of this."

"I'd never dream of it. I respect my old man, but he doesn't own me. In the end, I know he just doesn't want me to get hurt." He shrugged.

She hugged his arm a little tighter. "In that respect we agree, because I don't want you to get hurt either. But don't worry; I'll protect you."

Sans wiped his frontal bone. "Oh, thank the gods. I was really worried there for a minute."

He slowed down and stopped in front of a small building. The front was mostly brick with wooden accents. A large window next to the door showed dimmed lights and patrons dressed up for their evenings sitting down together and sipping drinks. A sign above the door read 'Grillby's.'

"Is this where we're going?" she asked, a little excited.

"Yep. Best damn burgers in town." He stepped forward and opened the door for her.

Frisk had heard of this place through Undyne and Alphys. It was where they'd had their first date. It was best known as a bar, but also served food and had what Undyne described as a 'pretty cool' dance floor. Anything remotely cool to Undyne that wasn't battle- or Alphys-related was worth checking out. She wondered if Sans was going to ask her to dance with him tonight.

They walked in, and Sans led her up to the bar. As they walked through, Frisk looked around at the monsters all around her. Some looked like they were just there for the bar, some dressed up for date night, and some just hanging out with friends. A few different species of monsters were on the dance floor, showing off their moves to the beat. She noticed a few staring at her as she sat down next to Sans.

"Hey, Grillby."

She turned her attention back to her date when she heard him call out to who she assumed was the owner.

A tall fire monster walked up to them. She was almost surprised to see him dressed so elegantly in a white button-up and black pants. For a brief moment, she wondered how the clothes didn't burn.

"Who's this?" Grillby nodded toward Frisk.

She was also surprised at his voice. She'd seen fire monsters before, but never heard them speak. She had even wondered if they were able to speak. Indeed, Grillby could; his voice sounded like the smooth comfort of a campfire on a cool autumn evening.

Sans proudly put his arm around her shoulders. "This is Frisk; my girlfriend and date for the night." He leaned in and placed a kiss on her cheek. His magic left a warm tingle, and she smiled.

"Nice to meet you, Frisk." Grillby held out his hand for a half a second before he thought better of it.

Frisk wasn't sure if he was reluctant because he'd burn her or because he didn't trust humans. She looked at Sans for guidance.

"She won't mind, Grillbz." He nodded toward the fire monster.

"Nice to meet you, too," Frisk said and held out her hand.

She wasn't sure how, but she could sense the smile on his face as he reached out and shook her hand. His flames were certainly hotter than Sans' magic, but they didn't burn. She watched her hand in his for a brief moment before he pulled back. She smiled at him, already beyond fascinated.

"What'll it be tonight?" Grillby asked.

"The usual for me," said Sans. He turned to Frisk. "A burger and fries. I'm easy."

She snickered. "Don't let that get around."

Sans snorted. "What, you don't want the competition?"

She glared at him. "There better not be any competition."

Sans laughed and tightened his arm around her. "Is that a threat?" Maybe sitting at the bar wasn't the best idea; he couldn't pull her in close like he wanted to.

She refused to look at him, even though she knew he was only joking. "I don't make threats, Sans. Besides, I'm easy, too. Burger and fries as well, please."

Grillby crackled a little in what Frisk assumed was humor as he nodded and stepped away.

Sans was intrigued. "If you don't make threats, what do you make?" He could feel the dangerous territory he was stepping into, but he just couldn't stop himself.

She glanced at him sideways. "Promises."

He couldn't help but get a little excited. "Okay, what would you promise to do if there was competition?"

That time she did turn to look at him. "Depends on the competition. Human or monster?"

"Monster of course. Humans are weird."

She huffed. "Excuse me?"

"Yeah. You're weird. You crack when you stretch, and don't even get me started on how many ways you leak; that's just not normal."

She laughed. "Well, in the case of monster competition, I would simply have to remind you who's the best kisser."

He nodded slowly, contemplating her answer. "Monsters tend to be pretty good kissers."

She could practically feel him goading her on. She wasn't sure what he was after, but she decided she'd follow him.

"How many humans have you kissed?"

He pretended to ponder that for a minute. "Um…" He held out a few fingers, pretending to count and run out of digits. "None."

She scoffed. "You kissed me!" She wasn't sure why she was upset at that. She knew he was playing with her, but somehow what he'd said hurt.

Sans realized he'd crossed a line and made an attempt at a pout. "That was…" he wanted to say something along the lines of that not being a real kiss, but he could see that he'd actually upset her, so he decided to play it safe. "That was a pretty good kiss, too."

Frisk took a breath and smiled at him. "Yeah, it was."

"What if we take our food to a booth and have a repeat performance?"

She could live with that. She nodded.

After Grillby set their plates down, they took them over to an empty booth near the back wall. She could feel eyes on them as they did.

Sans scooted in next to Frisk and put his arm around her again. This was much better, he thought. He pulled her in tightly and pressed his teeth to the side of her head.

"Thank you for coming with me tonight."

She looked at him and met the lights in his eye sockets. "Thank you for inviting me." She looked around and noticed a few monsters look away quickly. "Why are they looking at us like that?"

Sans looked around and sighed. "Don't worry, Frisk. They're just not used to seeing humans here, especially like this. On a date with a monster, I mean."

She nodded. "So, they're not upset that I'm here?"

"I wouldn't care if they were. They wouldn't try to hurt you, if that's what you're scared of. First of all, Grillby doesn't let allow that kind of thing in his establishment. Second, monsters are relatively peaceful; we don't seek out violence the way humans tend to do."

She nodded again. "Thank you."

They stared at each other for a few silent seconds before Frisk leaned in and pressed her lips to his teeth. His magic pressed back gently. She closed her eyes and shifted to get just a little closer. His arm tightened around her. She never would have imagined that a simple, closed-mouth kiss could feel so good.

She pulled back and stared into his eyes again for a moment.

"Encore?" he whispered softly.

She smiled and pulled back. "But I'm hungry." She noticed his teeth and snorted. "And you are now wearing lipstick."

His cheekbones turned a light blue and he grabbed a napkin. "You're not allowed to kiss me again until the lip stuff's gone." He looked at her, a little shocked at himself that he'd actually said that. "I'm not even close to serious; please don't believe me."

She laughed out loud at that. "As much as that shade suits you, Sans, it does look a little off."

She helped him remove the lipstick from his teeth and then took hers off. She reached in her clutch and took out some Chapstick instead.

Frisk had to agree that the burgers were the best in town. She nearly choked as she watched Sans bathe his fries in ketchup. He grinned and reminded her that there had never been a more heavenly condiment. In his opinion, ketchup could go on anything. She felt a challenge coming on.

"What about pickles?"

He glanced at her. "Yeah, duh."

Okay. "Ice cream."

"Name a flavor; the answer is probably yes."

She grimaced. "Ew. Pie?"

"Yep."

"Sushi."

He looked at her as though she'd sprouted another head. "Who eats that shit?"

"I do."

He grimaced. "You're weird."

"So we've established. I found something you won't put ketchup on, though." She smiled proudly.

He huffed in defeat. "You won. Waddaya want, a gold medal?"

She hugged his arm. "Nope, but I do want a prize."

"And…what might that be?" He had a few ideas spinning in his head, not all of them innocent.

She smiled at him again. "A dance."

"I was afraid you'd ask for that." He grimaced at her again. "Eat your burger."

She grinned and pulled back to finish her dinner.

A/N: Thanks so much for reading! I'd love to know your thoughts.