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Rainy days were the best days, in your opinion. Everything smelled earthy and wonderful and the evil bright sun hid from your weak, artist's eyes as the heavens rained down upon everything. Not that you weren't still under an umbrella; girl's gotta protect her hair, ya know. But you'd finally gotten ahold of this clear umbrella that you'd always wanted. Since it was clear, it was able to hang down lower and protect more of your face from the downpour without obstructing your view of this glorious act of nature.

Not everyone around shared your love of rain, however. This was plain to see when a monster made of fire came into your view, looking frantic with his back against the wall under the awning of a local business. All you had time to think about was how fire and water don't mix before your legs were already moving, scuttling across the street and towards the flame elemental, narrowly dodging the car you didn't see coming because you didn't stop to look (for fucks sake, look both ways before you cross the street!), holding out your still-opened umbrella to him with a smile. "Need a little help, friend?"

As his gaze turns towards you, you can see relief wash over his literally smoldering face at the sight of the umbrella. "Yes, most definitely..." He accepts your outstretched umbrella. "Thank you."

Your smile fades into a grin. "It's not a problem. The low overhang should protect your face quite nicely, and you won't have to worry about losing your way. You have a good one!" With that, you turned to leave, but this man wouldn't let you. "Wait!" He said suddenly, trying to grab your arm to stop you. You're guessing he didn't think about that first, given the sudden sizzle and hiss of pain that came once he touched your wet sleeve.

"Shit, fuck, ass, fuck, damnit" you could hear him curse under his breath,   suckling on his... er, burnt? fingertips. "Crap, I am so sorry!" you said, panicking. All you wanted to do was make sure he didn't get hurt and everything is starting to go so wrong. "Are you okay?" Very suddenly, as if he'd just realized you were still here, the flame man before you quickly took his finger from his mouth. When you looked, you could see color and warmth slowly fading back into his fingertips, replacing the black, charred look that was there, as a bluish tint started to appear across his face.
"Ah... Y-yes, I'll be fine. I just... don't you want your umbrella back? I'm just a bit down the street, so if you walked with me, it'd only be a moment." The man on fire before you gestures down the street in the direction you were already heading. You felt some relief from your anxiety and smiled at him again, drying your hand on the inside of your jacket and outstretching it to him, offering your name. With a crackle from atop his head, he appeared to return the smile (although it was hard to tell; his features are quite faint) and shook your hand. You didn't realize until he took your hand how cold your fingers had gotten. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss (y/n). My name is Grillby. Shall we walk?"
With that, he picked up a bag of groceries from the ground, which you hadn't noticed before, offering his elbow to you and you accepted, huddling close to the warm Grillby in an attempt to stay beneath the umbrella.

As you began to walk, a thought occured to you. "I think I've heard that name before. Grillby as in Grillby's down the road Grillby?" Once again, the monster before you flushed slightly blue in the face. Is he blushing? "Yes, actually. It's where we're headed now." At this, you grew inwardly excited, thanking whatever gods were out there that you had nothing going on tonight. You'd never had a chance to check out the monster bar thus far, but your roommate had once brought you her leftovers, and they were absolutely divine. Even cold, those were the best fries you'd ever tasted.

"Awesome! I've been wanting to check you out for weeks." Grillby looked at you strangely, bluer in the face than before. It was your turn to blush now. "The restaurant! I mean. I've been wanting to check out Grillby's ever since my roommate brought me her leftover fries. I didn't think cold fries could be that good, but I ate the shit out of those and I'm sorry I'm rambling and I'm just gonna shut up now." By the last part, you were practically whispering to yourself, so embarrassed that you weren't even looking at him. You could hear him chuckling, though. Which would normally be a lot more embarrassing if not for the crackling of his flames that accompanied his laughter. You found yourself smiling in spite of your embarrassment just as Grillby stopped in front of his establishment.

"We're here." He announced, unlocking the front door quickly. You could still hear the amusement in his voice. Despite the hazards of the rain, he insisted on holding the door open for you to go first, quickly switching on the lights and stepping in behind you, closing the umbrella and setting it by the door. As he hung up his coat, you followed suit, taking in the bar/restaurant. Everything was done up in a warm colored wood and polished beautifully and the lingering scent of smoke like a campfire could be smelled throughout. You could already imagine it full of people and monsters and the thought of such a warm atmosphere fills you with... Contentment. By the time you pull yourself from your reverie, Grillby is already behind the bar, tying an apron around his waist. He sees you looking at him and calls out, "We're not open yet, but I'd be more than happy to bring you some fries."

Your face heated up again. "Are you sure?" You asked, approaching the bar. A good choice, you decided, as it was toasty warm the closer you got to him. "I don't want to inconvenience you. You probably need to set up and everything." Grillby chuckled again, and you started to like that sound. "Of course. It's the least I can do to repay you. And besides, it'll only take me a moment. Please, take a seat, (y/n)."

With that, he disappeared behind what you could only assume was the kitchen door, leaving you to settle into one of the barstools. True to his word, he returned in only about a minute with a plate of fresh, piping hot fries and set them in front of you along with some ketchup. They smelled absolutely glorious. He paused only long enough to watch you take your first bite, turning away and flushing blue again at the sight of the rapturous look on your face. Not that you saw, anyway. You were much to preoccupied with your little pieces of fried heaven on front of you. It made you want to cry, but you held back.

"Grillby, these are absolutely amazing! Thank you," you grinned, seeing the back of his neck flushed blue as he sets up the tables. He just smiled to himself, trying to focus on his pattern. Salt, pepper, condiments, silverware, napkins. Salt, pepper, condiments, silverware, napkins. Salt-

"So how long have you been on the neighborhood, Grillby?" At the sound of his name, he suddenly snapped out of his reverie, blinking at you as he processed the question. He was so in the zone, he almost hadn't heard it. "Uhm..." He paused, stretching time to quickly set out the pepper, condiments, and silverware. Huh, this napkin dispenser was already full. "A few years now," how many years had they been aboveground now? Fuck, he couldn't remember. He wasn't used to talking and setting up at the same time "We've been back for about... How many years?" You stammered, "Uh, I think about, five years?" "Then we've been here three." He smiled at you, inwardly thrilled his brain was working now, and you grinned back, taking another bite of your fries.
Grillby's inner freakout went completely unnoticed by you, though. You were more focused on the fries at hand. Although by the time you were finished, you were watching the flame elemental rather closely. You hadn't quite gotten a good look at him outside, so you found yourself quite wrapped up in watching the way he moved, watching him somehow make something as mundane as sweeping look graceful, the patterns of the flames on his head. Before long, you started noticing human-like traits the more you stared at him. The shape of his jaw, the possible tendons in his neck. He looked very much the part of "dapper bartender" and, if you were being honest, you found youself wondering how humanlike he really was.

Suddenly, you realized he's noticed you staring and you blush. "Something wrong?" He asked, cocking his head sligntly. It was pretty cute. "N-no, it's nothing." You insisted. Grillby looked almost puzzled. "Is there something on me?" He teased, looking at his shirt for an imaginary stain. Cute bastard. "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to stare..." You sighed, thoroughly embarrassed. "I've never really seen someone like you before. I mean, like, a fire person. I don't know, it's really relaxing and jesus, I sound like a racist, don't I?" You laughed awkwardly to yourself, blushing a little darker when he laughed too. When you were able to look at him again, you almost caught a glimpse of a light almost... Crack? where Grillby's mouth should be. You made a mental note about that for later.

After a long pause, there was a sudden knock on the window and you turned with a start to see a skeleton pressing his face against the glass. "hey grillbz, you open early? it's not 4:00 yet, but you got the lights on..." You could see the skeleton's eyes light up looking towards you as he pressed his nasal cavity harder against the glass. That looked painful. "and the ketchup's already out! you gonna let me in or what, grillbz?"

You tried to hold in your giggles as he began to try and make faces against the glass, since Grillby looked absolutely mortified, but it was hard with him pressing a blue tongue to the glass while rain poured down his skull and both down and out his eyesockets.

As Grillby let the short skeleton in (who shook off like a dog just to annoy Grillby) you thought to yourself, 'I could like this place,' popping the last french fry into your mouth and chewing it thoughtfully. 'Especially if it means seeing more of that hot bartender.'

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"And so I say to Paps, 'Just tap them red snowboots together three times and say to yourself 'there's snow place like home'.' and--" You giggle at the sound of Papyrus's pained groan. It had been quite some time since you first started frequenting Grillby's, but the skeleton brothers had quickly become some of your closest friends. Those boys never failed to make you laugh... although Papyrus, with his confident incompetence, has you laughing without meaning to. The two were always reminding you of the classic comedy pairing of the goof or the slob with a more straight-laced partner. A real Odd Couple. You have a sudden thought, and not for the first time, of them being two resurrected comedy legends, which sends you into another fit of giggles, nearly rolling off of their couch.

"NEEDLESS TO SAY," Papyrus interjects, breaking your train of thought, "WE EVENTUALLY FOUND OUR WAY HOME IN THE STORM. THOUGH I CANNOT IMAGINE HOW YOU FARED, HUMAN." he adds, turning to you quickly. "EVEN WITH OUR MAGIC, OUR BONES WERE RATTLING! HOW DID YOU MAKE IT HOME LAST NIGHT??"

"Yeah, you were't exactly the frost to leave last night," adds Sans, "So it'd be ice to know you got home safely."

You feel your face start to heat up suddenly. "Well... I honestly wasn't able to get home until the snow stopped falling this morning..."

~~LAST NIGHT~~

When Sans and Papyrus left, the snowing had only just started. Thinking you had some time, you stayed behind to talk to your favorite bartender. Much like with the skeleton brothers, you'd grown closer to Grillby, too. While he didn't seem to like to talk much during business hours, once the bar closed you two could talk for hours. You learned to treasure the moments you got to see him laugh, relished in the sound of his voice, knowing how few hear it so often... yeah, you were smitten. As things grew darker still, Grillby offered to walk you home before things got too bad out there. Snow was really starting to pile up, though there was a lull in snowfall, for a moment. You gathered up your things, and Grillby went for the door to take a better look at what you'd be dealing with...and the door refused to budge. Flustered, Grillby continued to push on the door, to no avail. "DAMN IT, AGAIN??" Blue-faced, he slowly turns you, wringing his hands. With great embarrassment, Grillby explains that every now and then, when the weather gets too cold up here on the surface, the heat of the restaurant can end up melting the snow around the building, especially the door, and the cold weather would refreeze it, effectively freezing the door shut. Basically, you were stuck for the night, but Grillby had an extra room in the upstairs apartment for when his niece came to visit which he was more than glad to let you use, which you gratefully accepted. Melting the ice could wait until morning.

With a shrug, you drop your coat back onto your seat, watching Grillby's eye twitch as you do, then leaning onto the table. "How's about another shot then?" You smile at him, watching as his face slowly cracks into a little smile, his laugh more of a puff of air. "Sure thing, on your tab or Sans'?" Grillby chuckles as he saunters back over to the bar, gracefully gliding behind the counter and grabbing your liquor of choice. You snort out a laugh at his little jab at your friend's constantly increasing tab. "My tab'll do just fine, thanks, Grillby." You giggle, taking a seat at the bar across from the literal firey redhead. He hands you your glass, but pout when you realize he hasn't gotten himself anything. "Y'know, Grillbz," you drawl, using Sans' nickname for the fire elemental, "it's outside business hours... no one's gonna judge you for having a drink or two, yourself."

Grillby pretended to ponder that for a moment, glancing at the monster liquor at the top shelf; out of reach for most patrons, but well within reach with his stature. "I gueeeessss," he said, reaching for a bright green bottle on the shelf that glowed with its own light. "A few drinks wouldn't hurt..." And with that, he poured himself a shot, swirling the glass so that you could watch the thick, glowing liquor spin. He held his drink aloft, "to shit weather, good drinks, and even better company." Feeling yourself flush, you clinked your glass against his, hastily taking your shot, hoping to hide the look on you face, but ended up coughing, which made Grillby laugh as he tinted blue. "Oooh, and here I thought you could handle your liquor," he teased, handing you a napkin for the little you'd spilled on yourself. Gratefully, you took it, wiping your chin off. "You know me, always keeping ya on your toes, Grillbz," you joked, trying not to feel too embarrassed.

After a couple more shots, Grillby offered to show you upstairs to the apartment, carrying your coat and your purse into the spare bedroom for you. You exchanged your good nights, and you drifted into a warm, drunken sleep... until Grillby's heat faded from your room. See, Grillby doesn't run the heat in his apartment since, well, it'd be kind of a waste. Which didn't fare well for you, a human, when it's below 0 outside. Shivering, you feel your way through the apartment, fingers stroking cold, charcoal gray walls as you tried to find either the thermostat, more blankets, or Grillby. You hear something softly thump against the wall nearby, and a sigh. That must be Grillby's room!

Following the sound, you tiptoe through the cold apartment, feeling the floor beneath your feet grow warm the closer you get to his door. It didn't surprise you to see his light coming from under the black lacquered door. What DID surprise you was the sound of a breathy moan before you could knock on the door. It made you completely freeze, listening in to the little noises behind the door... the rustling of fabric as he shifted, soft groans, and something that sounded like fire being blown around, which you could only assume was the sound of him stroking his cock. Your body suddenly felt far too hot, despite how cold you were a moment ago, and you found yourself unconsciously rubbing your thighs together in hopes of friction. It felt so wrong, spying on a friend in such a private moment, but you were still a little drunk, and you'd wanted him for some time now. Nevermind that every one of his moans went straight to your cunt, and you could feel yourself getting so wet, clit practically throbbing at the sound of his increasingly wrecked moans. So slowly, so as not to alert him to your presence, you drop to your knees, reaching into your panties to ease the tension. You had to bite your lip to keep from moaning at the feel of how soaked you were, fingers easily gliding over your swollen clit. You let the sounds from the other side of the door guide you, imagining it was you pleasing him, your body draped over his as you rode him with fervor, imagining it was you making him sound so absolutely wrecked. As you felt yourself rapidly approaching orgasm from your ministrations, you slid further into the floor, sitting with your legs stretched in front of you, careful not to touch the door. Nearly biting your lip hard enough to bleed, you come suddenly, and you swear you hear Grillby let out a choked out moan of you name...

THUNK!

You swear you feel your heart stop cold as your foot hits the door in the throes of your orgasm. Behind the door, Grillby goes silent, though you can hear the rustling of his sheets as he makes his way over. Though you try to make yourself decent before he can open the door, you still find yourself wet-fingered and disheveled as he flings the door open, seeing you sprawled on the floor, now backed against the wall. Slowly, you try to raise your eyes up to him, taking in his bare legs, trying to look past the black boxer briefs tight against his still half-hard cock, a hint of abs beneath his unbuttoned white shirt, to his still-flushed-blue face, eyes clearly studying your form as well, which made you blush. He smirks at you, kneeling down to your level.

"Hmmm, how much did you hear?" He asks in a low, husky voice that would melt you if you weren't already dripping between your thighs, his warm fingertips slowly gliding up your ankle. You bit your lip for a moment. "Long enough?" You supposed, breath coming a bit shaky as his wandering hands reached your knees. Daring to look him in the eyes again, you see a wicked smile on his smouldering face, eyes lidded as his hands glide up your quivering thighs. "And were you able to come, little one?" You whimpered at the feeling of his fingers tracing the skin beneath the waistband of your still-unbuttoned jeans. "I, uh, I may have stopped midway when you heard me?" Grillby's breath was hot as it fanned against your stomach, fingers leaving warm tingles in their wake as they slide off your jeans. Slowly, those same fingers stroked your pussy through your panties, and you found yourself whimpering again, a bit louder than before. His voice is a low growl as he asks you, "and is there any way I could help you with that then, [y/n]?"

"Please," you whine, seeing his smile go wider as he slides your wet panties down your bare legs. You don't even have a chance to think about how his flame body and your wet pussy would interact before he was already on you, mouth diving right right into your wetness, his tongue gliding over your clit before slithering inside you. Impossibly warm and impossibly long, the curling of his molten muscle inside you soon made you squirm, but he held down your hips with a single hand, preferring to take control, the thumb on his other hand making circles over your little clit. You keened at the feeling, hearing a soft sizzle as you got impossibly wetter. Amongst your moans and whimpers, you found yourself begging him, already so close from your ruined orgasm earlier. Slowly, he withdrew his tongue from you, bringing your most shameless whimper from your lips. "No, little one, I think I'd rather you come on my cock..." his tone went from sweet to dark in that one sentence, and you could feel yourself throbbing down below just from that one senence.

He pulls you up, kissing you hard, the taste of you on his lips combined with his own smokey flavor. You don't even really realize he's brought you to your feet until you find yourself being guided into his bedroom without his lips even leaving yours until he manages to back you up to the bed, where he starts kissing down your neck. Hastily, you try to pull off your cardigan, parting from him for just a moment afterward to pull your shirt over your head, leaving you in just your bra. For the first time, he slows, groaning as he takes in your body. Thank goodness you wore that cute black bra, right? "You look like a fucking christmas present, wrapped up just for me..." At that, he slides a bra strap down your shoulder, kissing and nibbling your neck before giving the other side the same treatment, sucking near your collarbone hard enough to make a mark; you whimper at the hot, tingling sensation. "Can I unwrap you, little one?" He murmurs in your ear, fingertips leaving tingling trails in their wake as they glided across your back. "Fuck, please," you manage, your own colder hands sliding under his button up, making him shiver beneath your touch. With that, he made quick work of your bra, tossing it haphazardly across the room, shrugging off his white button up when he feels you trying to pull it off of him.

With you fully nude, he lowers you onto his bed, looking downright predatory over your flushed form as he boxes you in with his arms, stealing another steamy kiss while you wrap your legs around his waist. You're vaguely aware of the boxer briefs separating the two of you, but find yourself uncaring as you unabashedly ground your wet cunt against his hot, throbbing erection, whimpering against his lips as he groaned against yours. Grillby's hands found your breasts, groping them roughly for a moment before taking your nipples between his fingers, rolling and pinching them between expert fingertips as you to ground against one another like teenagers. And honestly, you thougt you night be able to come from this alone. Instead, your moans turn to pleas once more, begging Grillby to lose the undies and just FUCK you already, begging for his hot cock inside you, which made Grillby lose whatever was left of his self control. You had a moment to watch his hastily remove his boxer briefs, seeing his thick, slightly curved cock slap against his body just before he jumped back into bed, pinning you by your wrists as his bare cock glided against your dripping center. You tried to grind against him again legs wrapping around his waist once more, but Grillby stopped you.

"Please, no more begging, grinding... I've waited so long for this moment... And I want to savor every fucking second of it..."

It was like time stopped in that moment. He lets go of your wrists, watching your face as he slowly slips his cock inside, watching you flush and whimper with every inch of him, feeling you struggle not to squirm beneath him as he stretched you open in the most delicious way, letting out a low groan himself when he felt your body clench around his cock as he FINALLY bottomed out. You were a panting mess by then, clinging to Grillby's arms, which felt a bit hotter beneath your touch. Once you began to whimper again, he began to move, starting slow but not torturously so, his cockhead bumping your g-spot with every stroke. You found yourself begging for more, letting out the loudest moan yet when he responds with a hard thrust, increasing his pace as his palms slide down your waist to your hips, gripping them roughly. "Ffffuck," Grillby groans, shifting his angle a bit to hit your g-spot more directly. "I've wanted this for so long, I can't believe..." he cuts himself off, hauling your legs over his shoulders to pound deeper into your welcoming cunt. Gripping the sheets tight beneath you, Grillby's name passes your lips with a desperate moan. "I've wanted you too..." you moan breathily, feeling his thrusts falter for just a moment before continuing, one of his hands coming down to rub cirles around your clit again. "Is that true, little one?" He says in that voice that melted you earlier, "Because I've wanted you since the second I saw you, looking like a fucking angel in that goddamned rain. The most BEAUTIFUL fucking creature, human or monster, that I'd ever laid my eyes on..." his pace quickened, both in hand and in cock, and you had no warning before you came suddenly, clenching so hard around Grillby's member that his pace slowed through your orgasm as he likewise moaned from the feeling.

"Ohhh, I had to have you, [y/n], fuck, but I can't believe this is happening... you look like a fucking angel and feel like fucking heaven... I NEED to feel you like that around me when I come... Do you think you can do that for me, little one?" He groans like a desperate man, his pace growing more frantic as one of his now quite heated hands glide across your skin, gripping your ass to lift you closer to him. He felt so impossibly deep inside your still-sensitive pussy. Your moans practically turned to squeals, telling him YES, please, calling out his name over and over as his pace grew more frantic, unashamed to moan right back before he finally asks, "can you come with me, baby? Please, [y/n], I need you to come with me, please..!" Just a few more thrusts and you're coming again as you feel Grillby's hot cum spill inside you, his lips finding yours suddenly, swallowing your moans as he fucks you through your orgasm until the two of you are both a whimpering mess.

You both stay like that for a while, mutually panting while his cock slowly softens inside you, the room cooling slightly. But you were nice and warm, his hands stroking circles in your skin affectionately. "Holy shit," you breathed. Grillby chuckled in response. "I know right?" He kissed you so softly that your heart skipped a beat. "I've thought about this for so long, I almost can't believe it," you mumbled shyly as he pulled out, lying down next to you to pull you close. "Mmm, remind me to ask you how long in the morning... so I know to make up for lost time..." he nuzzles you softly and you feel yourself getting sleepy.

~~NOW~~

Obviously you couldn't tell the boys MOST of that. But you did tell them up to when he offered you his niece's room for the night. Paps seems satisfied with that, marching off to the kitchen while yelling something about trying a new spaghetti recipe, but Sans stays behind on the couch with you. "Well, that was pretty nice of him!" Sans says, brushing some crumbs off of his sweatshirt. "Can't help but wonder though, why didn't he just defrost the door himself? He coulda easily melted the ice before it refroze and got ya home... Sounds to me like Grillbz was looking for an excuse to keep ya there, eh?" Sans watches your face closely, giving you a knowing smile after you turn bright red. About fucking time if you ask him.