Mettaton nodded, pursing his lips. His visible eye raked over your form and you were reminded of the throbbing heat in between your legs. “With the way you kissed me I suppose I got the impression that you’re extremely educated in this field, darling.”
“Ah ha, well, like I said, I’ve fooled around with people before but I haven’t actually…yeah.” Your voice was cracking like you were some prepubescent teenage boy. Your face was probably pinker than Mettaton’s entire house. “This is going to totally happen though. Just give me some time, okay?”
“Of course, angel. Just take as much time as you need.” Mettaton smiled at you, threading his fingers through yours. You were so thankful that Mettaton was understanding, and surprised. You figured he would be impatient. This whole date-thing had completely shifted your views on him.