Prompt Post Round 2
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He was so tall, she had to stretch to reach. She caught him square on the jaw, and she heard his teeth come together with a satisfying click. She had left herself open, though, and when he shoved her away he caught her right beneath the ribcage, winding her as she flew back a surprising distance. Maybe he was a lot stronger than he looked, then.
"So that's the way you wanna play it, eh?" Wheatley was grinning at the sight of her on the ground, almost sneering, but his eyes were sad. "Ok then... let the games begin!"
He darted towards her, far more sudden than she had expected, and he was upon her almost as soon as she got to her feet. A wild blow from his long rangy arm caught her on the side of the head, leaving that ear hot and stinging, but while he'd evidently expected her to flinch back she drove forward into him, head down and shoulders up, delivering a series of short, sharp blows to his ribs and belly. He yelped and moaned just as she'd expected, but whenever she was tempted to let up, the memory of those other sounds he'd made as she dragged her bruised backside into completing the next test made it surprisingly easy to keep going.
Abruptly, Wheatley gave up on his useless attempts to catch hold of her fists. Instead, he simply grabbed her by the shoulder with one massive hand, held her at arm's length, and hit her squarely in the face.
She felt her lip split, tasting blood. He was watching her, cautious and somewhat remorseful, but when she swung at him, even though he was well out of her reach, his face hardened.
"You can't stand it when I win, can you love? Couldn't stand me being happy, seeing tiny little Wheatley in charge..." Despite the fact that he was at least a foot taller than her, this statement passed without irony. He shook her. "Where's your friend? Not so tough, are you, without her stepping in at the opportune moment? Good word, that, opportune. I think Machiavelli invented that one..."
The taste of iron was filling her mouth, and she spat on the ground in front of him. "Bloody primitive," he snarled. She remembered him taunting her, when she'd smashed one of his monitors. Can't hurt the big God-face...
With a sudden surge of anger, she threw herself forward, raking the fingers of her right hand down his face. He shrieked and pushed her away, as hard as he could. For a moment, he stood watching her, chest heaving, his face very white in between the bright red wheals running down it.
"All right," he said quietly. "This is Outside. I did what I said I was gonna do. You're on your own now." He turned and began to walk away, muttering under his breath. "Have to go back... gotta just do my time in the screaming room, then, I dunno, try and get back onto one of the work crews or something..."
His shoulders were slumped and his feet dragging. Emotionally, if not physically, he was defeated.
But did she want him to leave? She did not.
Chell ran towards him and jumped, wrapping her arms around his throat. He made a choked squawking sound, arms windmilling comically as he staggered backwards. Then his heel caught a tussock of grass and he fell, pinning her far more effectively than he could have managed if he'd tried. He rolled over and tried to rise, but she clung to him. Both of them dazed and winded, the situation descended into a stalemate, in which neither of them could quite manage to capture all four of the other's limbs while still maintaining one free arm.
At some point, Chell became very aware of the weight of him pressing down onto her breasts. And even though he was sweaty and dirty, and she dreaded the thought of the stains all over his jumpsuit after what he had told her about his response to testing... despite all that, she realised she was rather enjoying the situation.
Judging by his sudden hardness pressed against her thigh, Wheatley was too.
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oooh getting to the good part~! the fight scene is intense and the- ah- compromising position at the end is very nice.
keep writing authoranon! you have all of my love to serve as you inspiration lol~ <3
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Hope part 5 meets with your approval...
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