He tugs her shirt up above her breasts instead of removing it entirely. As his hands brush the sensitive flesh of her nipples her ribcage begins heaving sharply. He plants his mouth on her left breast. Delicately and slowly he takes time sucking her flesh. As she arches back, she places her hands onto the chair arms, leaning her weight onto them.
While trying to catch her breath, she looks again at the screen. GLaDoS was securely plugged into the stalemate platform right now, she knew. Though her silence and passivity was troubling. In any case, this. Chell thought; is her best chance at fixing the place.
Wheatley is still busy running his face and hands over her skin. Coveting every inch he finally had access to. Too distracted by her creamy epidermis to notice what she was doing. Hoping with every inch that it is the same blue, white lettered screen as she saw earlier, she grimaces. Stealthily taps the nearest key on it as per the instruction of said tiny white letters.
The same commercially cheery voice that once tried to define Chell’s understanding of ‘art’, as well as soothe her with Smooth Jazz, made yet another appearance. “User input administered! Aperture Emergency Facility Repair Protocol is initiating. Radiological emissions venting into atmosphere, for further reactor core repair instruction, please consult the Aperture reactor core manual.”
That should keep this place from completely collapsing. For a while at least.
“What the-?” He removes his lips from her abdomen to look back up, confused by what just happened. Shit, she thinks. She didn’t consider what he might have to say about this.
“Oh, yeah. That. Was going to do that *laterr* but, I guess I scheduled that entire ‘radioactive waste venting’ spiel a tad earlier than originally intended. Subconsciously. You know, genius stuff. It’s alright if you don’t understand. I’ll explain it some other time while I’m not aroused out of my mind.”
She exhales in relief. Of course he’d take credit for it, why wouldn’t he. He places his head in the crook of her neck and leans her jaw up gingerly. “Let’s get back to what we were doing, hmm?” His thumb trails down her neckline as she rocks, involuntarily onto his erection. The moisture is by now spreading onto the fabric of her unmentionables.