Prompt: Wheatley wakes up before Chell.
Wheatley's sleep mode was disturbed by… something? He wasn't sure what woke him up this time. Usually it was Chell's gentle shaking or his own dream sequences waking him up, but this time it just… happened.
Oh well, a quick glance at the clock told him it was about time for Chell to wake up anyway…
She's still asleep.
Quietly and slowly, Wheatley propped himself up on an elbow, looking at Chell's sleeping form. He had never woken up before her, but he saw her now, completely asleep in a restful position, fingers slightly curled into the sheets and hair tossed around.
Wheatley wasn't sure what he was feeling at that moment, but he was looking at her dozing figure and just felt an overwhelming punch of love and complete adoration for her.
The world was silent in the early morning and there was nothing to do but watch her for those few precious minutes before her alarm went off and the day would begin.
He wondered if she ever woke up before him and watched him when he was still asleep. Wheatley assumed that it must happen from time to time, but of course, he would never know about it. He would be asleep.
And Chell wouldn't have to know about this either. She would wake up without knowing how long he had been awake or how long he had been watching her sleep… still so pretty. He always loved it when she left her hair down. "It distracts me," she would always say. But it looked so wonderful and beautiful.
"I mean, you are already, but…" Wheatley sighed, reaching out his other hand to stroke her cheek lightly. "Man alive, you're so perfect and beautiful. I love you, Chell – so very much." Leaning forward, he kissed her forehead, and that's when she finally woke up, murmuring a bit as she stretched, opening her eyes to see Wheatley awake and pulling away from her face.
"Did you just kiss me?" she asked in a somewhat sleepy voice.
"Maybe," he admitted sheepishly.
"…Could you do it again?"