Prompt: Valentine's Day!
Chell woke up that morning without thinking about the day ahead. It was just a weekend. There wasn't anything special about it.
As she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, Chell sat up and gave a small yawn. As she did so, she felt someone's arms slip around her, squeezing ever so slightly.
"Good morning, luv."
She smiled, lifting an arm up to awkwardly hug his neck before turning to kiss his forehead. "Good morning, Wheatley."
"This morning is Valentine's Day, right?"
Suddenly, Chell was more awake. There was a reason why Wheatley bothered to move and embrace her so early in the morning (when he usually did it in the kitchen). There was a reason why she had explained this holiday to Wheatley a couple weeks ago when he asked about all those "hearts and things" going up at the store.
With a hum, Chell said, "Yes, it's today."
"I still don't get why humans need a whole day dedicated to loving people." He titled his head, leaning on her shoulder as he talked. "I mean, if you truly love somebody, you should be doing it every day, not just one special day."
With a shrug from Chell, Wheatley continued. "There just doesn't seem to be much point, luv. Really. I love you just the same, doesn't matter what kind of day it is."
"You're not even going to do anything special?" Chell asked teasingly. In return, she was met with silence on Wheatley's part.
"Well- Well see that's the thing, dear," he stuttered, "I was going to do something, but I'm not too sure about it."
Chell looked to him and raised an eyebrow.
"It's just that, well… man alive this is hard to put into words…" Wheatley eased back.
"I was wondering if we could go out together. Do… something. But then I couldn't figure out what. Dinner's, well, obviously not going to work for us, now is it? Then I thought to myself, ooh, we could go out to the park! But then I remembered it's basically covered with snow at this point – not like the time we first got here and all of it was green…"
Chell leaned back on the bed as she listened to Wheatley ramble on about what he had considered for spending the day with her, since he clearly felt the need to still do something for the "special" day, because "clearly it's important to you, luv".
It really wasn't, but she decided to just let him talk on, rather than interrupt all the ideas. Who knows, maybe one would strike her fancy and they would do it anyway, even if he'd ruled it out as a good idea at all.
"… and the beach wouldn't work. All that water if it was warm. Cake baking and cookie making are ruled out for obvious reasons, unless we make enough for just you to eat… so I'm fresh out of ideas that would work."
Chell thought back on each option, and then, on one suggestion (which had been "karaoke, but that's crazy and public, you wouldn't like that"), connected it to something else.
"How do you feel about making a dancing playlist?"
Wheatley looked over to her.
"Could we at least dance to it after?"
Chell laughed. "Of course. That would be the whole point."
He brightened, and was crawling out of bed faster than she had ever seen him. "That sounds wonderful! We can include both of our favorites, right?"
Later that morning, they sat down on the couch together, Wheatley pointing to practically every other song on the list to dance to, and Chell was wondering just how tired and worn out she would be by the end of the day.
The question was answered for her, and much to her delight, the dancing was not as exhausting as it was surprising. Wheatley had clearly been watching too much dancing lately, but she didn't mind – more that it was a little harder to keep up when he did things like spin her and move at a faster pace.
However, there was a moment where she caught a gleam in his eye.
Before she could even open her mouth to comment, Wheatley wrapped his arms around her hips and lifted her into the air, spinning her around as he laughed, and she couldn't help up begin to kick her legs a little at suddenly being off the ground.
Chell couldn't help but feel slightly relived when he set her down, but then he instantly launched into the next phase of his plot. Moving his arms up to her waist, he tilted her back and followed, looking at her with his best attempt at a suave look, which wasn't exactly failing…
Then he stopped. He held her there for a few moments, nothing moving except for Chell's breathing as the song ended and the music faded into silence.
"Happy Valentine's Day, sweetheart," Wheatley whispered, his look being replaced with a smile that Chell responded to with a tender one of her own, as Wheatley bent down further to kiss her.