Prompt Post Round 1
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“I’m taller than you, mate,” he grumbled.
“Eh? What did you say?”
“Nothing. What do you want?”
“Just wanted to tell you that I’m taking the rest of the day off. I’ve got a date with a hot babe, and man, I am going to wreck her. Thanks for coverin’ for me, pal.” And with that, Rick was already out the door.
Wheatley frowned. He may have been used to Rick, but the guy was still a jerk. Wait, what did he mean by wreck her? Was he going to beat some poor girl up?
“What a knobhead.” He jumped off the counter and sighed. “Guess I’ll go play Rockband…. again.”
After hours of playing for about the hundredth time, Wheatley threw down the guitar and headed into the back room to grab his stuff and get out of there. He peeled off his uniform and changed into a blue dress shirt with a white vest, regular grey jeans, and black Chuck Taylor shoes, stuffing his uniform in his messenger bag. He combed his blond hair with his fingers, staring at the odd human face in the mirror. Some weird hair was growing on his face now, but he wasn’t sure what to do with it. Maybe he’d ask Chell when he got home. She had been speaking to him in short little sentences, letting him know that she had never been brain damaged, just pissed off. Again, he didn’t really blame her.
God, he loved it when she did talk, though. Sometimes it was just one word, sometimes a few sentences, but God her voice was so lovely. It was soft and delicate, unfitting for such a strong lady. It was wonderful. He shivered in delight, smiling his goofy smile. When he thought about her, he felt all tingly. Sometimes it was more intense, almost as if the itch had come back. Almost.
Wheatley brushed away the thoughts and scurried out the door, locking it behind him. He walked over to his moped and hoped on. It was a tiny little blue thing with a white seat, nothing special. He had found it out on the street and took a liking to it. He flung his messenger bag on to his back and slid his helmet on. The tiny machine started and he zoomed off.
Lucky for him, no other vehicles were on the road, leaving him free to daydream. He thought about getting away from this small town to some place that GLaDOS couldn’t touch. Maybe a small cabin by a lake or something. He wanted to take Chell far away from this place. Where she could smile and laugh, and they never had to be afraid of anything every again. Wheatley smiled to himself. Alone with Chell. That sounded simply brilliant. Bloody brilliant.
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“I’m hoooome-” he paused, his eyes wide at the naked figure in front of him. His body rushed with strange new feelings, his face absolutely flushed.
Chell jumped, grabbing the towel from her wet hair, covering her delicate frame. Her cheeks turned bright red as she shyly looked at him.
She squeaked and rushed back into the bathroom, locking the door.
Wheatley stood there, the strong feeling overwhelming him. The itch was back, but he didn’t know why. His body was throbbing with the itch, the lanky man unable to move. He shook his head, trying to regain himself. He raced over to the bathroom door, knocking on it softly, a feeling of concern sweeping over him now.
“Luv, are… are you alright? I know that was an accident, and I’m sorry I barged in here like a bloody moron… B-but don’t be embarrassed, it’s alright. I, um… I-well…”
“Clothes,” she demanded from behind the door.
“Oh, ah, yes, clothes. I’ll go get you some.”
He rushed to her dresser, grabbing a shirt and some pants. Um, um, I think I’m forgetting something… Oh God. His faced turned red when he reached for one of the drawers. In it were all sorts of silky lingerie. Slowly he pulled out a pair of orange and blue striped panties. He marveled at them, his body tingling again with the itch at the image of her wearing nothing but these. His fingers ran over the soft fabric, his eyes falling back to the drawer. He pulled out a matching bra, staring curiously at it. What on earth was this contraption for? It sort of looked like a hat… Why didn’t she wear it?
Chell slowly peeked her head out of the door, wondering what was taking him so long. Her face turned white as Wheatley turned around, her bra strapped on his head as he held her panties.
“Why don’t you wear this hat, luv? It’s awfully cute-”
“Wheatley!” she shrieked. She wrapped the towel around her body and stormed over to him. She snatched her underwear from him, gawking at the strange man.
“Wh-what?” he squeaked. “What’s the matter?”
“That isn’t a hat!”
“Well, what else could it do, silly?”
“It… it…” Her faced turned red again. How could she explain it? She pointed to her breasts and then to her bra. Wheatley tilted his head in confusion. Chell turned around, her back to him as she lowered the towel and hooked her bra on. Turning back around, she pointed again to her breasts.
“So it holds them? Wow, bloody hell! That’s amazing!” He reached his hands out and touched them, Chell’s eyes widening. “They’re firm!”
He felt a sharp pain strike across his face.
“Wh-what was that for?!” He looked at her frustrated face and she shook her head.
“Never touch a lady there!”
Chell stormed back into the bathroom and shut the door. Wheatley sadly looked at the door and pressed his back to it, rubbing his cheek sorely. He felt awful now. He didn’t know that there was such a thing as a bad touch.
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When she opened the door, he fell on to his back, staring up at her. She frowned down at him and crouched. She ran her fingers through his hair and sighed.
“What in the world am I going to do with you?” She smiled.
“I say you should keep me forever. I promise no more touching. I’ll be good about that from now on. Promise.”
Chell nodded and stepped over him, walking over to the kitchen. Without getting up, he slithered over to her and crawled up her body, looming over the tiny woman.
“What’s for dinner?”
“Mashed potatoes,” she grinned. He chuckled and nodded approvingly.
Wheatley took a seat at the table, resting his chin on his hand as he stared at Chell. He watched her body sway back and forth as she cooked, the itch slowly starting to creep back up on him. He had always felt some kind of feeling whenever he stared at her. The image of her constantly ran through his mind, but he never knew that it would bring back the itch. God, what a terrible thing it was. Back at Aperture it had nearly drove him to kill her. Now, he was terrified it was going to try and do the same thing. He had to control it. For her sake.
A plate full of potatoes and peas was presented in front of him, Chell happily taking a seat across from him. Wheatley began to shove the food in his face, still failing to learn the art of pacing. He finished the food in mere seconds, potatoes smeared across his face. Chell, smiling, shook her head and leaned over, wiping his face with a napkin. He smiled sheepishly at her.
“Anything happen at work today?” she asked, returning to her own meal.
“Nothing much, luv. Although, Rick said he was going to ‘smash’ some girl. No idea what that meant.” Chell coughed in surprise. “What’s the matter, luv?”
“Nothing, nothing.” She waved him off and took a sip of water.
“Do you know what it means?”
“Well…It means he’s going to have sex with her.”
“He what?” Wheatley was perplexed with this new word.
“Um, making babies?”
“Oh, how lovely, he must be so proud-”
“Well, it’s the process of making them… Without making them.”
“Nope, you’ve lost me again.” She sighed and shook her head, waving him off again. “Ah, okay… Well, um, how was your day.”
Chell motioned over to her easel, a new painting of balloons soaring in the sky. Wheatley admired it for a long while before turning back to her. Again, he felt something. Whenever she created something, he seemed to think about her more and more… a sort of odd liking to her. She was absolutely brilliant. Such a clever girl.
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Not the OP, but definitely loving it all so far. Can't wait for the rest. =D
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But this is cute~
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Ignore my derp, please! :D
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His body tingled with desire again, the itch that needed to be scratched. Chell started to groan as she pressed the weights up to her chest and back out. Wheatley’s body yearned for something to satisfy it. He found himself moaning softly, Chell now stopped. His heart raced as she peered down at him. He was caught.
“Wheatley?” she questioned.
“Uh, hullo, luv. Just seeing what you were up to, that’s all-” He gasped, trying to keep from moaning again. There was no way he could control it now. “N-nothing out of the ordinary.”
“What’s wrong?” She took a towel from beside her bead and wiped away the beads of sweat along her body. Quickly she went down the steps and walked over to him, worried. “Are you hurt?”
“N-no, nothing like that. Just-ah… ah, um, couldn’t sleep. Yes! That’s it. Could not sleep. At all. No winks-” His back arched and he let out a loud moan.
Chell was startled at first, but placed her hand on his arm, staring up at him. His face was pale, he was shaking. Something was happening to him.
“Wheatley,” she whispered.
“It’s the itch, luv,” he groaned at her touch. “It’s finally come back. An-and I don’t understand! Every time I look at you, I get this odd tingly feeling… My stomach tightens, and all I can think of is you.” He tensed up. “And today, when I saw you naked, the itch came back… I don’t know why, but it’s really bothering me. I just want it to stop.”
Wheatley was helpless, and she knew it. Now she knew why: he was experiencing a sexual desire. She blushed and looked at him. Had he always felt like this about her? Could it be that he was... in love?
“I can fix that,” she whispered.
“Wh-what, really?” he gawked. “You can?! Oh please, luv, help me. Help me get rid of this itch.”
“You’ll have to trust me.” He nodded.
“I always trust you, luv.”
(Welp, hate to be a tease, but I've got to head to bed. I will finish this tomorrow, though! Even though it's already so long... Hope you enjoy!)
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I'm wondering now if any of the Portal cosplayers I met at MCM today are writing kink. Because that would be AWESOME. Especially THIS author because this fill is so sweet!
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/op
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