Prompt: It's a cold day outside.
Chell exhaled, her shoulders steadily sliding down as she did so, and it caught Wheatley's attention, as he glanced over at her and squeezed her hand.
"You doing all right, luv?"
Chell nodded, but visibly shivered, and Wheatley gave a small smile.
She was cold.
Wheatley wondered if he could make her warmer before the bus came. It was another ten minutes before it arrived, and she would only get colder.
He couldn't convince her to leave the bus stop and go into a warm building, because then she would be afraid of missing the bus. He probably couldn't also lend her his coat, because even if he was always warm, the heat kept it in and made sure nothing froze over.
Then, an idea hit him. With a grin, he pulled his hand away and unzipped his jacket. "C'mere luv," he said, moving behind her and wrapping his arms around her, the jacket big enough for both of them as it wrapped around her and the warmth began to heat her up. She let out another cold shiver, but smiled softly as she leaned back into Wheatley and looked up at him.
"Thank you dear."
He kissed the top of her head, smiling back down at her and resisting the urge to kiss her on the lips. But she didn't seemed to mind as she reached a hand up and pulled his head down gently, kissing him briefly on the lips.
Wheatley kissed back for that brief second, and when Chell pulled away and resumed watching for the bus, Wheatley went to thinking right back on that kiss, how just every kiss he got seemed so unique and special in each way. This one was so warm and honest, and more of a "thank you" kiss than an "I love you" one.
Wheatley merely made a content sound and rested his head on Chell's, tightening his arms around her in an awkward hug.
This peaceful moment was one he would most certainly reflect on in the times to come.
…
Man alive, did he love her.