Prompt: Spooning, but this time, Wheatley wants to be the Little Spoon.
"Can't you hug me?"
"Wheatley, you realize why that wouldn't work, right?" Chell craned her neck to look back at Wheatley, who was embracing her from behind on the sofa.
Shaking his head, Wheatley adjusted himself so he was more comfortable against the back of the sofa. "No! It's just you doing what I'm doing, right?"
She gave a small sigh, untangling herself from Wheatley's grip. "Here." Rolling herself over him, she began to wrap her arms around Wheatley's waist.
"Do you see why? It's not hard to wrap around you, and you also don't nestle into me like I do to you."
"…This is actually nice, luv." Wheatley sheepishly grinned and attempted to look around at Chell, but found he couldn't see her face buried behind his back.
Chell smiled slightly, but her arm had difficult tucking under Wheatley, and was beginning to already feel the complication that came when being made of flesh and blood - her arm would begin to go numb. And it also didn't help that his entire body was over a foot longer than hers – making it not the best position.
But if he enjoyed it, maybe she could tolerate it for a little while… at least until he realized how awkward it was and felt like readjusting again.
She gave him ten minutes. If it took longer, her arm would most likely get tingly and she would be forced to propose changing back.
It only took him six.