"Hello, Love."

Wheatley's face was even with hers. The whispered words seemed to have a deep impact on her.

He saw her eyes widen, and immediately she grasped his face, as if to make sure he was real. Her confusion was plastered greatly on her face—how had he become human? Her fingers trailed over his eyes, nose, lips, leaving pleasant sensations coursing through his body. He could feel her for once, the touch of each finger, the warmth now clearer than ever before. He stared down at her and his smile vanished.

Tears threatened to spill out, and she abruptly let go of him and fell to her knees, shaking uncontrollably. Wheatley hurriedly followed after her, worry now consuming him.

"Chell…Chell?" he called her name, his voice thicker and more real than ever—not the electronic synthesized voice he would always emit. Chell choked back noiseless sobs and stood back up, Wheatley following her every move.

"Chell? Chell, I—" Wheatley was abruptly cut off by a fist connecting with his face in a manner most painful. He staggered backwards and fell over, shocked by the sudden display of aggression. He rubbed his cheek and peered up at her. Silent fury coursed through her features, and Wheatley at once began to think he would be killed by her (and to think he worried about what GLaDOS would do to him).

She dropped down to his level, and Wheatley flinched, not wanting to be hit again. "Chell! Listen! Don't—ah, I just…No! Wait, don't—Gaah!"

Chell reared back a clutched fist, ferocity and anger filled her eyes and posture. Wheatley huddled into a fetal position, waiting for the inevitable blows.

But they never came.

Instead, he felt her hands cup his face, and smash his lips against something soft, and—

He realized his eyes were closed. He opened them, and saw Chell's face very close to his. In an instant he found his lips attached to hers, and the most wonderful sensation was pulsing in his system. So this was a kiss…The feeling was pleasant and warm. Her skin was so soft—he knew this as a core, but to feel her now, with his senses well-developed as a human, it was pure bliss.

He wrapped his arms around Chell's small frame and pulled her closer protectively. Finally, finally—he could hold her like he always wanted. He didn't have to worry about the cold steely feeling his old body would give her; this one was warm and alive, just like hers.

He felt his chest tighten in pain; his lungs screamed for air as they continued to kiss.

They parted, and Chell looked at him with less anger than before. Instead, a sad smile set on her lips and her eyes brimmed with tears. They spilled and she brought her hands up over them, choking back more sobs that reverberated through her being.

Not missing a beat, Wheatley reached up and gingerly wiped away a few stray tears. Chin resting on her head, a hand rubbing circles on her back, Wheatley sought to give her as much comfort as possible. In response Chell gripped the fabric of his shirt tightly and buried her face into his chest.

"I'm here now, love…It's ok…" Wheatley cooed softly in her ear. "I'm sorry—I'm so sorry… I was gone for so long. Chell…I won't leave you again." In response she wrapped her arms around his frame and shook gently, still soundlessly crying. A few stray tears of his own leaked out, relief and happiness encasing his being.

It had been less than five minutes since they had been reunited, and already she had brought so many senses into his new human form. He could feel her like never before; her breathing, her skin, her tears, her warmth. It was all so much more real and meaningful than before. Never had he even dared to imagine the plethora of sensations and pleasure he would gain from becoming human.

They were still in the hallway, just outside of their apartment. Wheatley felt his face grow hot, a blush. He wanted to keep holding Chell like this, but he felt exposed—he didn't want others to see them, especially not Chell, now that she was emotionally releasing onto him.

He then noticed her grip had slackened a bit, and she relaxed. Wheatley caught her, and noticed she had fallen asleep. She was tired. So very tired. Dark circles were under her eyes, and she looked thinner than before. Wheatley frowned, and mentally slapped himself. He certainly did deserve that. It was his fault she had become so weak. His fault she had suffered while he was gone.

He picked her up, an arm wrapped under her knees, while the other under her back. He cradled her carefully before stepping into the apartment and shutting the door behind him.

No more would she be in pain. He would not allow it.

Never again.

…

Chell awoke groggily on her bed.

Oh. She must have fallen asleep. Slowly her thoughts began to collect and she recalled what she believed to have just transpired.

Tears brimmed in her eyes. A dream. Another useless dream! It had been too perfect to have been real. Of course, Wheatley wasn't human, and no amount of science or force in the world would change that. Her mind still tormented her with visions of Wheatley's return. Only this one had seemed so real…so vivid…

But it was still a dream. Nothing more. As she resigned herself to the fact that Wheatley was still gone, and most likely never coming back, she attempted to hoist her body up with her arms. She felt something hold her back steadily and with a panic, she reared her head back to see what it was.

Two bright blue eyes greeted her warmly. The man from her dreams was real and wrapped his arm around her torso. Which meant… It hadn't been a dream. Which meant…the human in front of her…

Wheatley.

Her body twitched and she fell back, slipping off the bed and onto the floor.

"O-oi!" Wheatley tried in vain to catch her as she rolled away. He heard her body hit the floor lightly and he peeked over the edge, observing her staring back up at him as if he was a ghost.

Chell sat up immediately. Excitement coursed through her body, fueled by a bit of sleep and his tangibility. She became flustered, and with wild hand movements she glanced around the room anxiously, looking for something.

Wheatley stared down at her, thoroughly confused. He liked her reaction in the entranceway much better, but grinned goofily at her to see her in such a high energy state. "Love, You feeling ok?"

Chell's eyes landed on her laptop and she scrambled to her feet to clutch the machine. Upon opening it, she scrolled through her documents and found Wheatley's letter he had written her. Suddenly, it seemed as though she had remembered something and wheeled around to face Wheatley, a fierceness in expression showing that caused him to recoil in fear.

"L-love?" He squeaked out as he sat up.

She set the laptop on the night table next to the bed and glared up at Wheatley, who was now cowering and babbling apologies so fast she couldn't comprehend them.

She took a running start, and then flung herself onto him, kissing him passionately. Both were knocked back onto the bed and a very confused, surprised, and relieved Wheatley pulled her away abruptly.

"W-what…S-so then…" He frowned, frustrated for a moment, almost looking as if he couldn't quite get his mouth to work correctly. Chell smiled warmly, happy to be able to feel him present, and not burst out sobbing like she had done earlier. She got off of him and reached for her laptop, pointing at his letter accusingly.

Wheatley's eyes darted away and a light blush played on his features. "That was…I'm…" He faced her, sitting up to look into her eyes sincerely. "I went back."

Chell's face paled. She reached up and cupped his face, inspecting it as if to make sure he wasn't hurt. She released him after a steady long gaze into his eyes, probing his soul for answers.

She abruptly let go and began typing furiously on the laptop, no doubt jotting down every question that came to mind. She flung it at him when she was finished, a steady gaze of reproach lining her features.

Wheatley winced, gulped nervously, and began to read slowly. Her words were blunt, straightforward, and painful to read. Each sentence teemed with her unspoken grief and heartache. Terrible emotions he forged in his absence. A nervous sweat began to form on his body. She wanted answers, and there was no avoiding what was to come. When he was done, he took a breath of air.

"I went back to Aperture. To see Her." His eyes briefly met hers guiltily. "I knew it was risky. And that I might've never come back to you, but Chell, Love—I did it for you. And," He patted his chest. "I found the solution. I'm a human."

Chell's icy gaze did not change as she tapped the laptop, reminding him of her unanswered questions.

"I-I couldn't take you with me. It was something I had to do alone. If…If you had come along, and things had turned ugly…" He swallowed hard, tears filling his eyes. "I don't know what I would have done. I can't lose you." He stared up at her, her expression relaxed finally and she scooted close to him, allowing him to wrap his long limbs around her. "I'm so so sorry…" he whispered softly to her.

They stayed like that for a while, side by side, and Chell breathed in his scent. Sweat, musk, a bit of dirt, and something else she couldn't place—she loved it all. Even though she was so happy to have him back, a part of her couldn't lie; she was absolutely delighted that he was human. Now they could—

She shook off her dirty thoughts and tapped the screen, urging him to answer what was left.

He squeezed her gently and grinned, chin resting atop her head.

"Well, if you really want to know about my adventures…"

…

It had been a few good hours before Wheatley was done recounting his experiences at Aperture. Completing tests, avoiding death narrowly, being human and all the sensations and feelings he could feel now—Chell listened to it all, mesmerized by his voice and newfound humanity. Just as he finished describing to her how gross finding out how humans rid themselves of waste firsthand had been, she had picked the laptop back up and typed a question into it.

Without looking up at him, she handed it back and blushed furiously. Wheatley accepted it and stared down curiously at the typed question. He was silent for a moment, and then, "Does what work? I don't understand." He turned to look at Chell quizzically.

She met his gaze briefly before letting her eyes glance down to in between his legs. He followed her gaze and stopped at the only piece of him he had yet to work out for himself. "Oh. Oh. THAT." A blush found its way to his face this time, and he found himself unable to answer. "It-it should…I mean, I've used it for…getting rid of…well, the basic human function…I, uh, have not found the time to properly test it out quite yet…for the other use." Wheatley stammered haphazardly, nervously hoping she wouldn't be put off by his lack of knowledge. He silently hoped the blasted thing worked and that he would be able to use it soon.

At his time in Aperture, he had been monitored by GLaDOS very carefully so that he could only perform the waste removal function of it. Although, he had found that whenever his thoughts had drifted to Chell, it would increase in volume and heat up. He would then have the strangest inclination to grab and stroke it. However, Her voice would always jar him out of it, either by startling him, or by moving the place where he stood/lay with moveable panels.

Wheatley glanced up at Chell, her expression marked with amusement and something else…need, perhaps? Whatever it was, it increased as she reached a hand out to touch his groin.

"Love?" Wheatley breathed, unable to take his eyes away from her fingers now gently caressing his member. He could feel the blood from his body rush to meet her curious hand and expand his member somewhat. He suppressed a moan as her fingers added pressure to their movements. It felt amazing and he could feel his body's libido jumpstart into action.

Chell's hand stilled and receded, disappointing Wheatley a bit.

"O-oh. Well, I guess it works then, hmm?" he breathed, reeling from the newest and arguably best feeling from his body. "So, would you—"

Chell cut him off abruptly with her lips. Still sitting on the bed, her body pressed against his in an incredibly heated contact. They broke apart and Chell put a finger to her lips, grinning wildly.

Wheatley tilted his head, but obeyed, keeping his mouth from making anymore sounds. His eyes watched her unwaveringly as her hands reached for the zipper on his jumpsuit.

Chell heard his breath catch as she began to unzip his uniform. She felt herself grow increasingly hot the farther the zipper descended down Wheatley's pale body. His body was turning her on, from the masculine voice, to the musky scent of his sweat, and his voice—his voice. She had listened to him recount the time he spent at Aperture with acute attention. Every inhale, every word spoken, every syllable; his voice was a smooth melody and it turned her on. It was good to know GLaDOS hadn't shorted him a body with faulty "responses." The way his member moved to her hand set her mind straight.

She needed him. Right now.

If not for all of her body forcing down the urge to rip his tattered jumpsuit off his body, she would have. Pausing slightly, she glanced up at Wheatley's face to watch his reaction.

His face was flushed and his eyes were locked on hers. From the way he was gripping the covers on the bed, she knew he was nervous. About what exactly, she did not know other than the slight possibility of him deluding himself into thinking she would not find his body attractive.

She did. More than she wanted him to know.

Soundlessly the zipper was pulled all the way down, giving Chell a peek at his hardening member. Her face flushed and she felt the heat travel down, pooling below her center. Gently she moved the jumpsuit off Wheatley's shoulders and gestured for him to stand up so it would fall completely off.

Chell stepped back and surveyed his body, never having seen a male body in person before. She marveled at his form; while he wasn't muscular, he wasn't puny either. Her eyes traveled down to his crotch to inspect the inevitable.

Oh.

It had suddenly grown bigger and larger, earning a deeper blush from Chell and more heat.

As Wheatley watched her, he became anxious. She was looking at him in a strange way: her eyes were intently focused on every part of him as if she was judging him silently, her brows were furrowed, and her face was incredibly red. What if this body was not to her liking? True, it was not the most attractive body in the world, but he was human now. Ready and willing, he was human now for her.

He was relieved however, to find that his appendage seemed to be exhibiting the correct reactions to himself standing in front of the woman he loved. Completely naked.

Her eyes finally centered on his, and he felt a groan try to escape him. He felt so good right now, and wanted her to touch him; he wanted to touch her. He walked over to her and captured her lips passionately.

"I want you…"a kiss on her chin. "So badly…" another deep kiss on her lips. "I've waited so long…" His tongue found its way into her mouth and explored freely, earning a breathless gasp from Chell.

He had waited, but she had waited longer.

Never having the company of other humans, male or female, never having the courage to self-explore, never having the chance to have love made to her by the man or machine she loved, the sexual tension had built up in her system for a long time. He had been gone far too long.

He was going to pay her back for all the time he was away.

With a silent growl, she pushed him onto the bed and straddled his hips, feeling his part press against her inner thigh. She groaned noiselessly and pressed hungrily into his mouth, wanting more from him.

He obliged, only parting for air or to let out the occasional gasp.

Their kisses deepened and became more desperate as the other fought for total control. For Wheatley, the sensations were incredible—he had never felt anything like it. Finally he was able to please her and get pleasure for himself. His hand slowly slid up her torso and under her shirt and undergarment to rest on one of her breasts. She paused her kiss only briefly before pressing harder, lungs screaming for air she didn't feel like wasting time to replenish. But he felt her sudden quirk in movement and began to massage the orb in his hand.

Finally she broke off the kiss and sat back, staring down at his naked torso and enjoying the hand playing with her chest.

"So…Do you…like it…?" Wheatley asked breathlessly, still massaging her breast. "The body…I mean…"

Chell smiled in response before taking his hand gently away. He face twisted with worry and confusion. She wanted him to stop? Was he not doing a decent job? Did she—

Wheatley's thoughts were interrupted by Chell quickly shedding her shirt and bra, displaying her breasts proudly in front of him.

A force he never knew he had shot through him and he gripped her as they rolled to the side. They came to a stop with Wheatley lying on top of Chell. His warm masculine body pressed against hers in such a delightful way. Both bodies began to breathe harder as their arousal continued to rise.

Chell stared up at him, half-lidded eyes stared down longingly at her, relishing the way sweat began to form on his face and body. He ground himself against her and groaned.

"I need you…"

Chell shivered in delight as he reached for her pants. As he undid the button his lips smashed into hers, hungrily wanting more from her. They broke apart so Wheatley could rip the pants down her legs and onto the floor. As soon as they were off, Wheatley gave her another kiss.

What really got him in their tangled mass of inevitable sex was the way she tasted. For an orifice made to chew nutrients and other materials inside before digestion, the sensation, the feel, it was amazing. He never expected it to have tasted that good. Suddenly it made sense to him why humans would want to spend so much time making out. He sighed into her mouth before deepening the kiss even more. Even if this was the only thing they were ever able to do ever again, he would be happy with it. He ended the kiss and pulled away; a string of saliva still connected the two as they panted heavily in ecstasy.

He breathed her name and gently scooted down her body, fingers trailing all the way. He was hard and needy; at least by now human instinct would allow him to know what exactly he needed to do for her.

He slid off the bed and onto the floor, kneeling. Chell sat up, wondering what he was going to do next when she felt his hands encompass her hips and slide her gently to the edge of the bed. She peered down at the man as he separated her legs and moved his head in closer.

She let out a startled gasp and an involuntary twitch of fear. What was he…?

"…didn't get a proper look last time…" She heard Wheatley mutter. He looked back up at her from between her legs. "Just lay back love, Let me take care of you." He slid her panties down and off, brow furrowing in what looked like concentration.

Chell quirked her head questioningly, the heat between her thighs building up fervently. Then she felt it.

His tongue.

Her breath hitched and her body immediately relaxed backwards onto the bed.

She felt him slide up and down, slowly, deliberately, tracing the folds that were now wet in readiness.

"Chell…you taste…" Wheatley breathed, giving a lick closer to the inside. "…so good…"

Chell shuddered on her back, loving the attention he was giving her undaunted by self-doubt, or depression. In the back of her mind, she wondered about Wheatley's new ability to taste. Her thoughts were abruptly cut off by his tongue flicking inside her, and one of his large hands massaging her clit.

She didn't know what sort of technique he used to get her body to squirm and gasp as it did, but it was working, and she wanted more as his tongue thrust deeper into her, exploring her insides. He pulled away from her suddenly, and for a moment Chell was terrified he wouldn't continue.

Wheatley licked his face, savoring the excess moisture that had come from inside her. He thought kissing was amazing, his mind was nearly blown away by this other taste—slightly sweet, bitter, and salty all rolled into one. He stole a glance at Chell's disappointed face and grinned.

"Hold on Love."

He stilled the hand that was still massaging her nub and brought it down, his index extending near her entrance.

This time.

This time he would not tear her with his hands.

This time he was going to make her feel utter ecstasy.

This time they were going to make love.

He slid his finger inside, relishing the way her fold encompassed his single digit in a tent of wet soft and warm walls. He heard her gasp and looked up at her, a look of rapture on her features. Wheatley took that as his cue and inserted another finger. And another. Slowly he began to thrust into her while the other hand gently rubbed her clit. He looked back up to see that Chell had stopped gripping the bed sheets in favor of her own breasts, which she was now massaging rather vigorously. Heat shot down into his hardened member, begging for release of some sort. Already hard and throbbing, clearly in no small amounts of pain.

He soon felt her walls twitch and seize up; it startled him briefly, his hand appeared to be locked in—

He felt a liquid come splashing out of her onto his hand as her body gave a few final jerks, experiencing the last bit of her orgasm. He was released and he moved his hand up to his lips curiously.

He watched Chell watch him with wide eyes. He licked his hands clean of her fluids and stared back at her lovingly.

"Brilliant…" he purred.

Chell's body shivered and sent more heat to her core, readying for the next stage.

Wheatley climbed back onto the bed and hovered over her. With a smile he pulled her into an embrace and gently stroked her hair.

"I love you…" He whispered into her hair, relishing the scent of her shampoo. They released and kissed deeply. Chell broke them apart and stared up at him expectantly.

Right. This was it. Do or die.

With a bit of fumbling, Wheatley managed to align himself at Chell's entrance shakily. He felt her hands grip his shoulders reassuringly and she looked up at him lovingly.

"Ready Love?" He breathed, feeling his member ache with want.

In response, she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into her, winching at the unexpected pain of something inside of her seemingly ripping. Her face contorted with pain and she was glad she had chosen that moment to pull Wheatley into an embrace. If he had seen her face and known he had caused her pain, he probably would have never touched her again. She pushed memories of his guilt from their first "experience" away as he pulled away from the embrace to study her face.

Immediately she rid herself of her pained expression and smiled nervously up at him. His face was of utmost exhilaration as he stared down in disbelief.

"I…I'm…I'm inside you…" his barely audible voice shook out. "Amazing love, amazing… Are you ok? That didn't hurt did it? I felt a bit of resistance when I, you know… I didn't…this time…did I?"

Chell knew what he meant, after all, both were obviously thinking back to the first night, and remembering the pain both shared. But she smiled and shook her head, gripping his shoulders and pushing slightly, coaxing him to pull out a bit more.

He obliged, and felt himself slide out—amazing…the feeling…bloody—then she pulled on his shoulders and he thrust into her. Both emitted a gasp, and Wheatley then knew what to do.

He slid back out, very slowly, almost painfully slow, and then thrust back into her. He repeated this, savoring each time Chell's body would arch up to meet his actions. He found his rhythm and began to pump into her, lost in the pleasure and bliss her body was giving him.

If she could have screamed, she would have. The feeling of his member thrusting into her slit felt too wonderful to describe any longer in rational terms. She lost all reason in his rhythmatic movements. She mouthed his name and dug her nails into his back. Perhaps under less pleasurable circumstances she would have realized how hard she was digging into his skin but at that point, both were too lost in each other to care.

Wheatley began to audibly moan. At that point it might have struck him that he was being just as loud, if not louder than the man from upstairs had ever been. But if he had truly been thinking it, he never reacted to it or changed his tone. Each animalistic grunt, pant, moan, or noise seemed to only excite him further and thrust harder and faster, wanting to bring as much pleasure to Chell as himself. He felt something tense up in his member; some kind of pressure was building in him, not that he knew what it was. He fought to hold it inside of him for as long as he could. Human instinct told him that if he let out, their sex would be over.

Each thrust brought wave after wave of pleasure and pure rapture to both. Neither could believe the feeling, and Wheatley's noises were causing Chell to become more excited and needy. She felt something well up inside of her, much similar to her first orgasm with Wheatley's fingers.

With a silent scream Chell came first. Her body tensed and writhed in pleasure and her inside began to spasm on Wheatley's member. Upon her reaction, Wheatley let loose the torrent of pressure inside.

Searing white light blinded him as his entire body trembled into hers, releasing everything he had. His guilt, his love, his happiness, his fear, needs and wants all flowed into Chell.

Both bodies wracked with pleasure and wholeness shuddered as one in an overflow of pleasure as each rode out the waves of sheer ecstasy.

Spent and exhausted, Wheatley collapsed on Chell, breathing lightly in her ear.

"Lovely…"

She offered a grin and hugged him close, breathing in his scent and sex.

Wheatley broke the embrace after a moment and pulled away, letting Chell and his juices flow out onto the bed. Rolling to his side next to her, he looked at Chell and yawned. She gently put a hand to his face and rubbed his cheek slowly, encouraging him to get some sleep.

Wheatley's eyes fluttered shut, completely lost in the feel-good vibe of their afterglow. Against his will sleep began to grasp at the edges of his mind and pull him away from Chell. His trek back from Aperture and being with Chell just moments ago left him with no ability to fight the inevitable sleep.

As Wheatley slipped into a slumber, Chell ceased her hand's movement and covered his body with a light blanket. Being careful not to wake or disturb him, she crept to her computer to write Wheatley a quick note upon his waking. The day was not over yet. Now that he was human, there were so many things she had to show him.

A broad smile on her face—nearly hurting due to her prolonged sadness at Wheatley's absence—played along her features as she watched Wheatley slumber noiselessly.

She would need to change the sheets once Wheatley was awake. But for now, she needed a shower.

So towards the end of the summer, I ran out of steam. Completely. My two college classes were writing intensive and it sucked the inspiration right out of my body. That, and I wanted to finish playing Mass Effect, Bioshock, I've been in training to become a DM, Pokemon happened, and finally, I just couldn't get this chapter to sound right.

So, I hope you enjoyed! I'm sorry it took what, like, a month? Two months? Ohhhh…sorry about that.

Well I'm off to go play more Bioshock!

(Also, I was very inspired by TheMockingJay111's comment and BosBaBe's to continue writing. I don't know why. I just was.)