wheatley x reader- perfect

"For a second there, I doubted that you'd actually catch me, (y/n)!" Wheatley exclaimed, when you had caught him after he disassembled himself from his rail. The spherical robot has also been concerned that the fall would cost him his life, as he has been told. 
Moving his topaz blue optic around, he came to the realization that he had survived the fall. "Oh! I'm... I'm not dead!" He gave a triumphant laugh.

You couldn't help but to giggle as he was so excited. Honestly, you loved Wheatley. You loved his cheerful personality, his accent, everything. He was just perfect to you. You touched your nose to his top handle, which made him giggle like a schoolgirl. "Oh... th-thanks, luv." He murmured, slightly pulling up his bottom eyelid in a makeshift smile.

"You're welcome, Wheatley..." You gently stroked his top, which caused him to wiggle a bit in your arms. "Have I ever told you that you're perfect?" You asked the core quietly.

"Uh... nope. I don't think you have." He replied casually. "I've never thought of myself as perfect before."

You again giggled, and hugged him close to your chest. You smiled at the feel of his warm metal skin.

"Erm... (y/n), can I ask you something?" Wheatley piped up.

"Of course." You replied with a grin, pulling him away from your chest so you could look at his bright optic.

"... Am I really that special to you?" He asked in half a murmur, slightly shifting his eye away, as if he were embarrassed to ask you.

You just chuckled, and leaned down to plant a small kiss on his top eyelid. You felt him heat up a bit. You could imagine the blush he could have if he had an entire face. "You are amazing, Mister Wheatley." You cooed, your forehead now pressed against his top handle.

"And uh.. one more thing.. is it okay to say that .. maybe I love you? Too soon? I-I said "maybe" so--" He began, but you gently shushed him in the middle of his sentence.

"It's okay, I love you too." You replied with a smile, and again hugged the core, who was heating up once again.