Mettaton sat up, pulling you close to him as he wiped the sweat from your
brow, pushing your hair to one side. "You're quite good at doing what
you're told, you know that?"
Your cheeks were already flushed from the amount of physical activity, but
you still felt them get hot from the backhanded compliment. "I try."
"Honestly, though, it's really adorable," He brought your face to his, kissing
the tip of your nose.