Prompt: "One of them getting home later than the other and stretching out on top of them like a big, lazy cat while they sit on the couch in front of the TV."
Wheatley was quietly reading when the door clicked open, precisely at the time it always did. He turned to see her walk in, and something was different.
For one thing, she looked tired. And she was a little slumped when the door closed.
He stood up to check on her, maybe even offer to just carry her to bed – but instead, she dropped her bag and coat on the floor, and fell into Wheatley, effectively burying herself into his warmth.
Wheatley understood instantly, gently leading her to the sofa as he kissed her forehead once, and let her snuggle into him as he laid underneath her, turning off the TV so that the room was silent, save for the sounds of his own machinery and the outside world.
He loved being on the receiving end of Chell's affections, and they both knew this. However, there were a few nights where Wheatley knew who deserved it more. And tonight was one of those nights while he remained silent, being as attentive as possible to each of her needs as they came, and accepting the fact that he was not going to be moving again that night.
Which he didn't mind the slightest, Wheatley thought, as he rubbed Chell's back for a few moments, feeling the tension disperse underneath his fingers. There she goes, calming down and relaxing. This was how he knew he was doing things right.
Chell turned her head slightly to kiss his chin before settling back onto his chest, quietly sighing as she felt a hand rubbing against her knuckles, gently cradling it.
The night lazily crept along, and she felt herself falling asleep. With one more kiss from Wheatley, Chell closed her eyes, softly smiling at the white noise his body was constantly producing, which indicated he was in working condition.
Knowing that Wheatley was safe. That they were both safe.
That was the most important thing to her.