Prompt Post Round 1
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And here, he’d discovered the first construct-the first thought-that brought a simple, positive feeling to this body. The thought of her.
Pushing away his memories of those awful hours during which all he wanted was for her to press buttons, then to die painfully, he focused simply on the thought of her, seeking a return of that warm little emotion he had never experienced before.
He closed his eyes.
Her hair was nearly the most striking thing about her-long, fairly long, but pulled back in a practical manner. Shiny as a newly-manufactured turret… only black. Not a very good comparison, actually.
Her eyes were nearly as striking as her hair, he continued, they were like-like crystals. The lightest blue he’d ever seen, nearly white. And always sharp, always alert, always watching for the next obstacle, the next puzzle to solve-
His body shivered a bit at the thought. Odd, he mused, frowning slightly. Must just be leftover from… from then. He moved on.
Her skin was pale, very pale, probably from all that lack of sunlight, but it fit her. And her shoulders and arms were strong, very strong, probably from all the hard work She-and he-had made her do.
Despite the brief remembrance of his previous cruelty, warmth spread across his face, and he found his lips tugging themselves upward in a smile.
Oh, and her body-her body. It had that delightful shape to it, wide then narrow then wide-something about that just seemed… nice. It seemed right. How had he never noticed it before, when she was in the same room as him, when he could have looked, really looked, rather than just sitting about remembering it…?
The front of her had yet another characteristic he sorely lacked- well-shaped, unbearably-soft-looking… well, breasts, he decided, upon recalling the technical term.
He brought a hand up to his own chest to feel around at his missing flesh. Flat as a board. Though he felt as though there were something he’d learned, a long time ago, about how male and female humans sometimes had certain body parts and didn’t have others-he knew he’d heard about it somewhere. But really, who could keep track of all that?
Biting his lip, he cleared his mind to refocus on that particular region. The biggest rush of warmth and, well, happiness, he’d experienced yet came when he thought of that-so he pressed the issue. She likely hadn’t realized it at the time, but Wheatley was somewhat of a people watcher. Something about the bipedal things truly interested him, if not on a scientific level, at least on a more nature-documentary level. Although he really hadn’t appreciated the sight of her at the time, he was eternally grateful that he’d done as much watching as he had, which allowed him to recall an important detail-
They bounced.
Whenever she moved, even the slightest footstep, they moved with her, those marvelous masses of mammary tissue, and when she ran, when she jumped (OH, when she jumped!) they positively bounced. Like an edgeless cube covered in repulsion gel.
And another part of her had bounced too-in the back. The bit she sat on. The part that was the ‘wide’ after the ‘narrow,’ it jostled about under her jumpsuit nearly as much as the front, though he hadn’t gotten a very good view of it while leading her around under GlaDOS’s radar.
He had, however, seen plenty of it while she was-solving-his puzzles, though. Another shiver.
The warmth continued to spread across his face, and further, down his body, til he felt positively hot all over, and really quite pleasant, emotionally-speaking. Lost in his reflections upon his warmth and her rump, he was quite startled when he suddenly noticed another physical sensation that was altogether new to him-
His jumpsuit was far too tight.
His eyes flew open at the strange input and he brought himself nearly upright, staring at the offending region of his clothing, mouth hanging open at what he saw.
Some kind of shape, he didn’t know what, but some kind of shape-some lump--lay right there beneath the cloth!
There was something in his jumpsuit.
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