Prompt Post Round 2
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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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fantastic. Just utterly fantastic.
Well done.
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