Prompt Post Round 2
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This post is now closed to new prompts, but open to fills and comments. Post new prompts on round 3!A note: anons, your comments may not show up right away. This is an LJ server problem I can't do anything about. Rest assured that your comments haven't been deleted, they're just lost in the ( Read more... )
Her arm curled around him and she felt her shoulders heave as she gave up and inhaled again.
Gray eyes flickered open, and her head slid along the curve of his frame until her temple rested on top of the panel circling his optic. Her chest felt heavy, her entire body was a lead weight that was becoming unbearably warm. Focus was harder to fight for. On instinct, she moved again, spreading her knees a small distance further apart, and her mouth fell open in a mute groan as her lower torso ached. Tremors danced along her spine.
She pressed harder against the button, and apparently emphasis counted for something, as Wheatley let out an artificially made sob, twisting under stimuli she could only see the results of.
“Please.” The words seemed to be taking a fair amount of work to voice. “God, please, luv.”
Four.
He jerked, burying himself suddenly in the crease between two of the cushions. The panels he'd been motioning about with as she flooded his processors with euphoria were suddenly pinned by the weight of his own weight and the confinement of his nest. A mechanized whine poured out of him at the sudden inability to move anything other than his lower handlebar (the other had become tangled in a blanket at some point and barely managed to bend either way now) and the circular frame on the side facing upward towards her.
As if to vent even the smallest fraction of the restless need that was consuming him, this piece of Wheatley's casing lifted and shuddered. She found herself unable to resist and leaned in, lining the panel's edge with kisses that involved more of her tongue than her lips.
The sphere groaned and the intensity of the sound made his whole body quake.
It had a profound effect on her as well. Her legs had gone numb, and her heartbeat was pounding in her ears. Chell rocked her whole body and all but growled in the back of her voiceless throat; the meager thrum of heat that traveled through her was good, but not remotely satisfying. She was so..ready...
Her hand was already creeping along the curve of her stomach, and once her fingtips tentatively brushed over her groin, she jerked her hips forward. The strength of the reaction was disconcerting, unfamiliar. She'd touched herself before, but it was always in the dark of her own room, leaving Wheatley out here on the couch with the television blaring. She had listening to him interacting with the screen as though the characters within could hear the advice he shouted, and had tried to find release from the world just for a little while.
Now...
Her knuckles flexed and she pushed them close to the center point of that incredible heat.
Now she could...
The tightly-closed fist Chell had made ground into her in time with a small noise from Wheatley, and the heady effect of stimulation from two separate sources nearly dropped her bent legs from under her. Everything was a throbbing mass of heat for a moment, seizing her body in that instant without warning. She made a noise this time, hoarse and desperate.
Wheatley's optic flew open, and he stared at her, his gaze steady despite the minuscule twitches that went through him every so often.
“...holy...”
It was so quiet she almost didn't hear, but by some twisted luck Chell did, and it made her hiss and drive her hips forward again. The solid contact with her fist was good, but she could do one better. Frantic, she fumbled the buttons open on her still drying work pants and fought back the elastic of her underclothing. It would be too much work to get fully undressed now, and she'd been planning to wash these clothes anyway...
...the train of thought was interrupted by contact, and she arched over his body and most of the couch.
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Chell moaned and drew her fingers along the underside of her body again. She felt swollen, tender; and hadn't she wanted this for so long? Longer than they'd been free. Almost as long as she'd known him.
A single finger pressed inside, and this time the moan was breathed out directly into the edge of Wheatley's still open optic.
“Cor blimey.” He murmured, straining his eye to the very corner of his vision. “You're...really...god, luv, you're actually all...” The core seemed unable to finish the thought, his gaze trailing down her body to where her finger had just been joined by a second and her hips were now rocking forward in a more fluid rhythm. “...my word, you are right in there...”
She adjusted her arm and realized that though she had still been putting down pressure, at some point her hand had slipped away from the button. No wonder Wheatley was regaining his ability to think.
Well. She'd have to fix that.
Her thumb ran over the button, depressing it completely and lifting again in a single motion that synchronized near perfectly with her fingers disappearing inside her and pulling out again.
Wheatley's eye rolled back, his body convulsing.
“God.” The word was throaty and she lost all of her air from hearing it alone. “I can't...barely here at all right now, luv...” Her forehead dropped to the cushion beside him, bending her shoulder up at an odd angle, but through force of will alone she ignored the discomfort and continue to stroke the button in time with her thrusts. His optic was cracking open again even as ragged-sounding audio spilled out of him, and his side panel jerked against her after every shared pulse of bliss.
She met his gaze and even that managed to cause a reaction, stiffening her frame with the sheer vehemence of her arousal.
“Did you...” He managed, voice unsteady and beginning to crackle around the harder sounds that his accent usually softened. “What do you think...ah...aaah...it'd be like?”
For a terrified moment, she wondered if he was asking about being human. And no, she didn't think about that, didn't want that. If she wanted a human, she would have gone and found one. There were plenty who were interested in her exotic physical qualities and considered the fact that she was technically mute to be a bonus. Humans were not what she wanted. The anger that seeped into her senses was only fueled by her current state, and she drove hard down onto her fingers, curling them without meaning to. Her thumb rotated with the intention of balling a fist with the fingers inside her, and moved in a circle around something that made her whole body jerk and hum. The button was slammed down against with an erratic hand movement that also wedged the dial to seven.
Wheatley yipped out a strangled noise, and battled the obvious new surge to continue speaking. Hardly able to make any coherent sentences, he nevertheless managed to gasp out: “Me inside you.”
Chell's eyes went wide and she froze, staring at him.
“Me...inside you.” He sagged against her and the couch, his casing moving as though he was trying to encourage arm through the few open lines it was afforded. Fans were whirring away somewhere inside him, and Chell realized dimly that he had been rising in temperature as she continued to use the reward/punishment system. His shutters blinked back as if they had grown weak. “Doing...doing that to you.”
Without thinking, she rocked her hips forward, then then back, sliding her fingers out while he watched.
He moaned for her.
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“Just like that.” Wheatley managed. “Me in you....like you're in me right now...I could...god, I would make you feel so good.” Incapable of resisting, she brushed her thumb over the button, and the metal ball did something that could only be described as writhing. “Mmmmake...make you feel...everything-”
Eight, and he trembled, fighting to keep his iris on her. It was the brightest she'd ever seen it in that moment.
“You would love it.” His recorded voice breathed. “It would be fantastic...”
She was going to lose it. But not before he did.
Nine.
“Mmmnn.” He rocked forward and tried to hold himself against her cheek, the frame of his optic moving as if to rub against her. Words tumbled out of him then, nonsensical save of the errant observation that she would be so wet, so tight, and he was betting he wouldn't be able to stand it. He would kiss her senseless if he could, and she sank her teeth into his upper handlebar to mute the cry that shook out of her chest at that. Chell's body could no longer hold itself up, and slid down the couch to the inner edges of the cushions. Her previously unweighted leg shakily pushed against the once forgotten side table, and the angle was good, much better than what she'd been working with before. Not that she could voice the sentiment, panting and breathless as she was with the orgasm that she knew was only seconds away.
She felt pressure against the arm nearly up to the elbow inside the little robot, and blearily looked up to see the side panel shift as much as it could out of the way so that it pressed against her skin and held its place there, minute tremors still going through it from the effort.
Muggily, she thought to herself if his narrowed eye and bright iris was a smile, if his inner parts humming and moving were his breath and heartbeat....
...then this would be how he would hold her hand.
It was that thought that sent her over the edge with a noise that ripped through her as her muscles began to seize. Before she completely lost herself, she scrambled for the dial, and wrenched it to ten, slamming the base of her palm against the reward button and holding Wheatley as close to her chest as she could. The scream that erupted from him made his entire body hum, an effect that reverberated through her and made her toes curl as she twisted about in the throes of her climax.
Then she collapsed against the pillows and blankets on the couch, barely aware that they had managed to completely muss the nest that had been there before. Wheatley did not seem at all upset by its loss, too busy heaving all of his panels outward as he tried to recover from the influx stimuli.
“That was amazing.” He managed, his voice shaking with laughter and the lingering elation. “That was...really...god, can we do that again?”
Chell tried to make a gesture at him, but her arm only moved in a boneless manner and dropped off of the couch edge. She settled for an exhausted look of mild ire, complete with raised eyebrow and downward quirk of her mouth's left corner. Unfortunately, she was still too far gone, and instead she only managed to look utterly drained.
“Later. Of course.” Wheatley amended, having recovered his functioning ability more quickly than she. “But could we?”
She gave a nod that was little more than a jerk.
“Brilliant.” The core sighed, relaxing against her rib cage. “Magnificent, that's what that was. What was that, anyway? What'd we just do?”
Chell let her eyes drift closed, trying to come up with an explanation that he would understand in time for her to pass out. The adrenaline rush was being to wane, and was being replaced by something languid and comfortable drifting through her body. Her mind wracked for a minute or so, and then with the barest twitch of a smile, she signed out a single word for him.
“Test?” He seemed both astounded and as though he had just been reminded that the grass was green. Perhaps Wheatley had already been trying to identify the rush of their mutual euphoria in terms he could associate with. “A test. Good. Excellent. ...then we solved it?”
Another curt nod, this one sleepier.
“..best test ever, I think then.” Wheatley mused, and Chell found that she agreed with him.
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Cypher D, We're done here.
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[/complete nerd]
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no seriously, that was incredible. the diction you used, the fluidity and emotions you infused with the story was astounding. I for one cannot believe how terribly amazing that was. I loved Wheatley in this--his flustered confused ecstatic self was perfectly written.
now if you'll excuse me, I must go clean off my keyboard.
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............
HOLY SHIT.
Okay I just
No, there is no explanation nor a proper reaction to this utter MASTERPIECE.
All the awards. Take them. They're designed especially for you.
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... I love you...
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Brain not now functioning. Holy crap.
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it also has me convinced that you are the best authoranon ever~ <3
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That was fantastic. Absolutely fantastic. My life is complete now that this fic is in it.
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ALL MY LOVE, ANON
ALL MY LOVE
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