AN:Just a little piece I did for a contest on DA. For writers [like me], we had to write a piece based on a drawing. If you go to Greenteemochee's profile and look for the piece titled 'Wheatleeey' you'll see the one I mean~

First time doing a Portal fic,so sorry if it's a fail

This wasn't the first time he had thought of the dark haired woman. Granted, Wheatley usually thought of her as a friend, or -in the case of when he was attached to GLaDOS's body- a test subject. But after his time in space, cut short by a stray asteroid that somehow managed to knock him down onto earth and into the field near her apartment, he started thinking of her a little differently.

He would find himself thinking about her silky hair, and what it would be like to have hands that could twist it,braid it, and play with it. He though of her skin, that looked so soft, but at the same time, moved with her muscles in her firm looking thighs and arms. He would often play memories of her over and over, remembering how she had stopped to rest during their escape, and had requested wordlessly that he allow her to hold him while she slept, how her body moved when she would jump from one cat walk to another, never falling or dropping him.

He had figured out, after a while, that she wasn't brain damaged like he thought. She was coordinated, bloody fantastic at jumping...she just never spoke to him. In a way, it made him think about her more, about how her voice might sound, though those thoughts often turned into thoughts about her long,creamy neck, and lower. His internal temperature would always raise at the thought, but that didn't make him stop.

She was often at work, though one day she did walk in on him while he was thinking. The sweet smile that showed on her face and the tilt of her head made his circuits heat up more, almost certain that he would be blushing had he been human.. Chell's only response was to sit next to him on the bed where he was resting, and set him in her lap,her hands on the sides of his hull to make sure he looked up at her. He knew she had a good idea of what he had been thinking, but he couldn't seem to find his AI voice program for once while he rested on those athletic thighs with her hands on him.

The only proper response, was to give a slight smile, and enjoy the moment, thankful he couldn't show any real signs of emotions.