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Journal Entry: Fri Sep 5, 2014, 8:58 AM



First off, I wanted to say thank you to everyone who offered me their kind words and support these last few days.  Things have been hard and if it weren't for you guys, I think I could have easily fallen back into depression for a little while.  But people reached out and encouraged me and told me things that meant more than they could ever imagine.  Some people don't understand the power in words.  The power they can hold, the power they have to change someone's entire outlook.  I feel so much better now and by Monday, I think I'll be ready and raring to start writing and editing again.  With confidence.  :-)

So thank you all. 

I couldn't have gotten through this horrible week without you all.
Haha, and my kicking unborn baby who likes to help me keep things in perspective.
Her name is going to be "Quinn" by the way.  We're still looking for a middle name.  I'm a fan of Serenity.

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So it really is funny that I stumbled upon this website. It's so great to know that I'm not the only one who enjoys G/T movies and G/T writing. :-) I hope that people enjoy my stories because I really do enjoy writing and getting feedback.

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M Academy:  Lark’s Encounters XIII

     

    "You wanna talk on the bedroom maybe? No offense, but I'd like to lie down if it's alright by you." He lowered a massive hand by her side, fingers curling invitingly.

    It was then that Lark was reminded that they hardly knew each other and she knew even less about him.  But he was so easy to open up to and he didn’t seem to mind her stories.  Talking to someone about James other than Alona… it was slowly breaking down her walls of insecurity.  So instead of blurting out something so terribly embarrassing as ‘you’re my hero’ she walked up to his hand and patted the top of one of his curled fingers.

    But she didn’t falter completely.

    “You’ve definitely got a head start with me,” she said with a nervous smile.

    She carefully crawled into his hand and situated herself in the center so she could sit down.  She figured, the closer she was to his skin, the less likely there would be an accident. 

    Actually, no.

    Scratch that.

    At this height it wouldn’t be an accident, it would definitely kill her.  But she still felt so safe with him as he straightened up and cupped her close.  The loud sounds of his feet thundering against the floor sent shivers down her spine and built up her confidence.

    “I’m… I’m looking forward to lying down with you,” she said before she realized the implication.  “I mean!  It’ll be easier to talk to you face-to-face,” she quickly amended.  “Because I’m so small… it’ll be nice not to have to worry about you not hearing me and…” she was rambling.  Dammit she was starting to ramble now.  She quickly locked her lips shut before she really started to say things that were probably best kept to herself.

    Julian smiled softly and gathered her to chest level. He flicked off the light and let the sink drain of its lukewarm contents before leaving.

    "You are really small. I can't imagine how we'd even be able to talk if you were any smaller than three inches."

    He sat down in a way that attempted to not jostle his tiny passenger if at all possible. He swung he legs up on the covers and set her down in front of him.

    "But still..." He twisted away to turn on the lamp, bathing them in a rosy glow. "I'm glad we can talk like this."

    He set his head down. And that's when reality sank in again. She was so real.

    Lark smiled and pulled her knees up to her chest as she situated herself on the comforter.  When Julian was lying down, she was finally able to see those grey blue eyes of his perfectly again.  She had almost forgotten just how beautiful they were.

    Almost.

    “Talking,” she said with a nod.  “I... I don’t think Micro was looking to do any talking when I first showed up.  He was grumbling about how the Academy was losing its touch when taking his requests.  Apparently someone had called and made a stink about making requests and not following the limits charts?  I wonder who did that.  I feel like I owe them an apology… otherwise I’m pretty sure Micro would have asked for me to be smaller.” She inhaled and exhaled as she realized she was finally okay with talking about what had happened just a few hours earlier.

    He shook his head slightly into the bedding, never ceasing to watch her carefully.

    “He was so grumpy, Julian.  You can’t even imagine.  He didn’t want me to speak.  And you could tell that he was short!  He had these shoes… with like… man heels so he was two inches taller than he actually was.  And that’s where he put me… that little dip at the bottom of the shoe between the heel and the where the ball of your foot goes.”  Her eyes flicked up to him.  “I couldn’t see anything.  And I had no idea how long he was planning to keep me there.  I don’t mind being small… I really don’t… but I don’t understand the appeal of just wanting someone under your foot all weekend.”

    "I honestly have no idea... I'd much rather keep you where I can see you…" he trailed off and chuckled. "He wore high heels? Dude's overcompensating."

    Lark blushed before she could stop it.  She hoped that her face was small enough that Julian hadn’t been able to catch it…but since he was so close by…she wondered if it was inevitable.  She tried to laugh it off.

    “I know right?  Men in heels… those shoes always freak me out.  Tom Cruise wears them all the time in interviews…” she frowned slightly as something occurred to her.  “But I don’t think that mattered to him.  I don’t think he wanted to see me.  He’s searching for control just like everyone else…”

    A thought occurred to her.  “He said he was upset that I wasn’t small enough to do the things he wanted.”  She looked over at Julian curiously.  “You never answered my question from earlier.  Do you know anything about this Micro guy?  Or what he would have done to me if that friend of yours didn’t show up?”

    Julian sighed a bit more than necessary – absent mindedly wondering if his breath could affect her like a gist of wind at this size. Her hair was too wet to be moved, but she blinked rapidly in reaction.

    "I don't want to scare you," he started out clearly. "Yeah, my cousin told me about him. He apparently likes them to be so small he can't hear them at all. Which is freaky right? And what's the point? Why not just use a plastic toy? Anyway.... that's his M.O. – sticking his tinies somewhere on his body for the weekend and just... carrying on his normal life."

    Seeing her tiny eyes widen, Julian lavished her with a massive hand, resting over her lower half and stroking her midsection gingerly with his thumb.

    “That’s… that sounds horrible,” Lark breathed out, barely keeping her composure as she felt Julian’s thumb sweep up and down her belly.  Her eyes locked on his.  “And that’s what he was planning to do with me…” she frowned, “… so that’s what Kennings meant when she said it would be a pleasant surprise.  When she said that I thought you had signed up for me again.  I guess I looked into that completely wrong.”

    She tried to remember the man’s face but she had hardly seen it.  “He must be one sick jack off if he just wants people strapped to his body while he does his thing!  What’s the point?  If I were a giant I’d want…” she trailed off as Julian seemed to pay closer attention now, still caressing the thin skin over her stomach.  “I’d want to take care of my tiny.  But…” she looked away as though almost embarrassed, “… I don’t know.  I’d still be so fascinated with the size difference.  Wouldn’t you?”

    Julian snorted softly. "Like you haven't noticed how hypnotized I am with your tiny self."

    Lark knew she was treading into dangerous waters but there was no going back now.  She felt safe enough with him that maybe she could talk about something a little darker.  “I’d want to remind the tiny that I’m in charge,” she said softly.  “What I’d want to do as a giant is so much different then what I’d want a giant to do to me.  Maybe I’d be like your friend.  The one who you said was ‘edgy.’.  What…” she snuck a curious look up at him, “… what would being edgy mean to you, Julian?”

    He continued to listen, his eyebrow quirking as he realized what she was getting at. Maybe this chick had a kinky side after all.

    "I don't know, I think it depends on the person. It should be a custom experience, don’t you  think?" The smirk faded into a slightly scary type of contemplation; thinking of all the things he could do with her, with no one to stop him.

    "I dunno. Maybe some type of hide and seek. Might give them a scare or two. Maybe... well, I saw my cousin do this thing where he dunked his tiny into his wine... that image is kind of stuck in my head. I know it sounds weird but it's like... sticking them wherever you want... and then taking a drink and actually feeling their teeny little body wash up against your face..." He turned beet red and rolled onto his back with a self-conscious laugh.

    “W-what?  Wait,” she said called as he started to shift.  The cushions beneath her rocked gently so it took Lark a few seconds to find her footing again.  “That’s… that’s really interesting,” she said softly, not wanting him to think that she was completely okay with the idea of being trapped in a man’s glass… but she had fallen into his desert and she was actually doing okay.

    "God I sound like a freak," Julian grumbled in response.

    She reached up and tugged on the fabric covering his upper arm.  “That doesn’t make you sound like a freak at all,” she called up to him.  “It’s weird, you know?  I’m still a person and in a few days I’ll wake and only be a few inches shorter than you… well…” she glanced down the infinitely long length of his body down the bed, “… maybe a bit more than that… but you know what I mean.”

    Lark laughed lightly as she tried to picture it.  “I mean… I was the one who asked, didn’t I?  I completely agree with you that a G/t experience should be individualized but it sounds to me like maybe… maybe you want to be more than just a protector or hero, Julian.  It sounds to me like you have a dark side.”

    When he started to shift back towards her, she backed up slightly, nervous that he was going to act on these thoughts without warning.

    “So you’d…you like the idea of power exchange?” she tried next.  “Does the idea of scaring me a bit… do you like the idea?”

    There it was again. That burning tingle of pleasure in the purest form – just from feeling her miniature fingers grasping at a fold on his arm. She made him feel so big. Powerful. Slowly, Julian turned his head to the side, barley able to glimpse the top of her little head.

    "If I get the okay from you beforehand... yeah, I could go for that," he said in a low voice, hiding hints of curiosity and eagerness.

    Seeing him smile made her feel a little better though her heart was hammering loudly in her chest.  She was giving him options.  The time of talking was coming to an end.  But was she really ready for this?  Just the idea of being dropped in his glass and drunk like she wasn’t there…the feelings of being ignored crept up on her.  But… she wasn’t exactly being ignored.  Julian would know where she was at all times.  Of course he would.  He was the one who was going to do whatever he liked with her.

    Lark swallowed deeply.  Her desire to please him was starting to bubble over, completely taking over her fear of him.  He had shown her time and time again that when he wanted to be kind and careful… that he would be.  But what about his darker side?  Wasn’t that something she could explore with him as well?  And if she didn’t… she wondered if he would simply find someone else who would.  Already… knowing him for so little time, the idea of him with another tiny woman took her breath away.

    And then it suddenly dawned on her.

    She liked him.

    “I… I think we can try something like that, again,” she offered in a voice that only hinted with trembles.  “I mean…” she lowered her head nervously as she felt him start to smile, “… what’s the point of having a tiny if you can’t do with them what you’d like once in a while?  I’d probably do the same thing.  In fact… I think it would be impossible to resist.”

    Julian’s eyes lit up. His little bird wanted to play. The bed made a muffled screech as its primary occupant sat up.

    "Well, we're on the same page there," he purred, pressing his hand into the bed so she spilled into his plan. She was pulled deeper into his hand as he lifted her up to eye level. "The living room has more space," he mumbled as he stood up. He slipped on his shoes again so she wouldn't have to deal with his socked feet as he was stomping around, and strode out to the living room.

    "Maybe we should have a safe word or something," he suddenly suggested. "That way I know when you want me to shift gears."

    “A s-safe word?” she repeated, eyes widening at the idea.  Surely he wasn’t planning on pushing her so far?  Her mind reeled as she remembered the ‘ground play’ from last weekend.  Actually…a safe word probably wasn’t such a bad idea.  That way Julian would know when she was freaked out and not lead her to crawl under a bed and start crying again.  “Y-yes,” she said, keeping her brave face on for his and her sake, “a safe word sounds like a good idea.”

    She thought in his palm, trying not to think about the fact that even in the stillness she could hear him breathing above her, feel his pulse dancing in his hand and hear his heartbeat pumping loudly.  “How about mino?” she asked carefully.  When Julian arched a brow down at her she couldn’t help but smile.  “Well…instead of choosing the obvious like a bird or something, I wanted to choose a tiny fish.  The first one I thought of was mino.”  She beamed up at him before something suddenly crossed her mind.

    “And… and you’re not going to hurt me or anything like that, are you Julian?” she asked.

    Julian cupped both hands under his tiny passenger and brought her even closer to his looming face.

    "Lark, I will never hurt you," he insisted. "You understand me?" When he received a small nod on reply, he was satisfied to lower himself a kneeling position and placed her on the ground. "However, I'm not against getting your blood pumping a little bit. You've got fifteen seconds to hide."

M Academy: Lark's Encounters XIII
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M Academy:  Lark’s Encounters XII

     

    "Of course you can use my sink." Julian laid out an open palm for her in what was becoming a naturally gentlemanly action. It was becoming innate in just the short time they had been together. He held her close to him, not fearing of getting messy.

    Within a few short minutes, she was rinsing off in a warm shallow pool of water in his bathroom sink. He remembered the last time they had been in here together, but tonight was already going so much better by abandoning the script he'd been taught, and just going with his gut.

    And... it was flattering that she reacted so well to the real him.

    As Lark started to wash away the remnants of what would later be named the ‘pie escapade’ she stole a look up at Julian.  He was just standing here what felt like hundreds of feet above her, but he wasn’t the big one… she was the small one.  And now… in a calmer state of mind, she felt so comfortable knowing that.

    Lark relaxed slightly in the tub as Julian gently helped her clean off her pants and shirt from pie filling off to the side and set them to dry.  She was still wearing a long tank-top underneath and felt less embarrassed about her body.  As her hands started to work through the sweet tangles of her messy red hair she heard a loud rumbling overhead, almost startling her.

    Her eyes shot up to realize it was just Julian clearing her throat.

    “Yes?” she asked innocently as she looked up into his hopeful eyes.  What was he thinking now?  “Would you like to help?”  She pointed over the rim of the rich vessel sink.  “Last I remembered the shampoo and conditioner was over there somewhere.”  She dared to smile and look up… and up and further up until her eyes finally met his.

    “If you want… I wouldn’t mind a little help with my hair.  In fact… the more helpful you are… the more questions I’ll try to answer about myself… and…” she was hesitant about the last part but Julian had been so attentive so far, “… my past.”

    Julian's eyebrows shot up along with a coy smile.

    "Well, there's an incentive if I’ve ever heard one," he remarked pleasantly. He brought over the all-in-one shower gel and squeezed out a drop the size of a large pea. Using one finger to allow her support, he massaged the droplet into her scalp.

    "Close your eyes. I'm being as precise as I can, but it's not as easy as it looks. I don't want to get any in your eyes," Julian said. He was mesmerized by the tiny skull under his fingertip. It terrified him to feel firsthand how easily her neck could be snapped… her skull crushed. But he wouldn't let that happen. Not even a scratch.

    “I can’t wait to be bigger,” she said softly as her head rocked back and forth gently just from the touch of a finger.  “I don’t mean like my normal size… there’s no fun or beauty in that… but this is just too small.  It’s one thing to feel delicate… it’s quite another to feel invisible.”

    She turned her head slightly so Julian could see her profile.  “And that Micro guy was having a complete fit about how BIG I was.  Like I needed to hear that.  He kept saying he couldn’t do what he wanted because I was too loud and too big.”  She rolled her eyes and faced forward.  “As if I don’t hear enough of that already.  But yeah, I guess Micro likes his people even smaller than this… thus the name.  I don’t know how he could do it.” She turned up to look at Julian again.

    “When you mentioned talking about your past, I thought you’d go a little further than that.”

    Lark flushed.  “What… what would you like to talk about?”

    "I may not be the expert but it sounds like to me this James was an ungrateful sonnuva bitch. He didn't deserve you."

    She shook if off when Julian didn’t answer right away.  Maybe she didn’t want to know.  “James…” she said as though his name alone weighed thousands of pounds.  “He… he wasn’t so bad.  He was actually just too good for me.  I don’t know what he saw in me, but for some reason he took me under his wing. He used to always say how I perfect I’d be if I lost 15 or 20 pounds.  Perfect.”  She smiled at the memory.  “How frightening is it to know that a man almost finds you perfect?  How could I resist?  He was so… and I’m soo…” she slumped forward.

    “But losing the weight wasn’t the only thing that bothered him after a few months.  I kinda all just started happening gradually.  He wasn’t cruel right away.  I’m not even sure if I would say he was ever cruel.  He just…I guess he just wanted me to be perfect.  And I wanted to be that for him.”

    "Perfect... well that's a trap. It's a goal you'll never reach. And... that's not fair to you." He felt like a phony giving her this advice, and could only hope some of it rang true for her.

    “The thing is though… it didn’t feel like a trap.  He always made it seem as though perfection was just around the corner.  It was just… that I wasn’t working hard enough for it.  He was always sending me helpful things… gym memberships, a new bike, a day at the spa, hair stylist suggestions.  The works.  I thought it was because he wanted me.”

    As she felt Julian gently pinch her hair between his fingertips to pull out the suds she exhaled loudly.  This felt… amazing.  But she still didn’t ever want to be this small again.  She remembered that Julian had commented on how tiny she was… so obviously he probably thought this size was a bit disconcerting… but he was still here.

    “I’ll finish up,” she said with a light laugh as Julian struggled with the bits of shampoo too close to her face.  She sat up and started to rinse the last of peach filling from her hair.

    "Trust me, you're better off without that dead weight. You deserve someone better." Julian eased her backward in the water till only her tiny face was above water, the shampoo spiraling out in the rinse.

    She shook her head.  “It’s not as easy for me to find a guy as it would be for you to find a girl, Mr… eh, Julian,” she admitted softly.  She looked over her head and saw the rim of the vessel sink hanging over her like a mountain and decided to try her hand at climbing out herself, despite Julian’s hand being so close by.

    “James was one of the few who saw my potential.  That’s the kind of woman I am.  Men don’t just take me at straight value and say ‘I’d like that that’.  It’s more, ‘she would be cute if’… or… ‘I bet I can fix her’,” she said with a grunt as her tiny feet slipped on the sink and she tumbled back into the water.

    “Dammit,” she muttered in frustration.  “I really am small.  A little help?” she asked, holding up her arms.

    Julian wordlessly swept her up in a gentle fist. The huge appendage unfurled upon the washcloth he had laid out for her, letting her disembark to towel off somewhat. No girl had ever confided in him like this... maybe he'd never had the reason to listen. But it put things in a new light for him, and he was forced to pause and reflect on his own actions for a few moments.

    Finally, watching the shrunken woman wrestle with the folds of terrycloth, he spoke again.

    "I don't see anything to fix about you, Lark."

    Lark snickered while she continued to work with the washcloth, drying off her hair and her skin before motioning for Julian to hand her back her clothing.  “That’s because you haven’t really seen me…” she trailed off with another laugh, “… I mean other than when I practically ran you over in the elevator.  I’m a little distorted when I’m this small.”

    “I’m like a little linebacker, trust me,” she said with a wink.  She was trying to play it off as though it didn’t bother her…but it was easier like this.  If she really thought about it… like really thought about how much it hurt that she wasn’t a size two…she was afraid she would end up just like she had last time with Julian.  She supposed there was some appeal with someone like Micro.  Not in how he treated her or in what size he wanted her, but the fact that he just used her…didn’t try to open her up and answer questions.

    But she had promised Julian.

    As she slid into her jeans and settled her shirt back over her head, her tiny red head popped out from the collar.  “I know James sounds like a monster,” she said.  “But you didn’t know him like I did.  He just…” she inhaled and exhaled loudly, “… he just wanted me to better than what I am, you?  And the way he made it sound, perfection was only a few changes away while you said that it’s simply not achievable.  Cruel or not… it was nice to think there was someone out there who thought I was only a few pounds away of being someone worthy.  Someone you’d want on your arm.”

    Julian's smile had faded. He was trying not to be impatient but he didn’t understand where he was going wrong with this pep talk. He was trying to make her more into HIM – not her ex-boyfriend.

    "If he was such a great catch, why are you alone?" he asked quietly. "Why is he still hurting you, even when he's gone? Call me crazy but that sounds screwy to me."

    “I caught him cheating,” Lark said quickly.  She flinched, not even sure why.  Did she think this would disgust someone like Julian?  To be hanging out with a woman who couldn’t even stop her man from straying?  “And you know what the worst part was?  He said it was my fault… he said if I had been working to improve myself more than it wouldn’t have happened.”

    Julian frowned. This poor woman had been through one hell after another. And this James jerk-off had brainwashed her into believing she would never be perfect unless she looked like the face of lust. But he was wrong.

    She shrugged it off lightly.  “He’s no hero,” she said, hoping that she would make it clear that she was still thinking of the giant man in front of her.  “He wouldn’t show up at someone’s house to save a distressed woman from a horrible experience.  He’s… he’s not like you,” she said, smiling shyly.  “And James is nowhere near as cute as you are so you must understand my dilemma.”

    As she finished dressing, she stood close to the edge of the bathroom counter and looked down.  Damn… that was quite a drop.  She tried not to think about it and brought her attention back to Julian.

    “I remember you said that you think you might want to be the type of giant who’s a hero,” she mused.  “Is that in general… or is there maybe…” she started to scuff her feet around on the counter like a nervous child, “… or did you have someone specific in mind?” She knew her question was daring, but curiosity about this beautiful stranger kept bubbling up inside of her.

    To her delight, Julian suddenly shuffled his feet and stared at the floor with slightly pink cheeks.

    "Well, I uh... I saved your butt from that Micro creep, so uh, that's a head start, right?" He stared down at her, wanting to say more.

    She warmed inwardly.  Already she wanted to say the words.

    You’re my hero.

    But Lark was too afraid of how he might take them.

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M Academy:  Lark’s Encounters XI

Lark’s eyes widened in fear as she saw what Julian was doing.  His shoes.  Oh God.  He was unlacing his shoes!  Maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as being on the bottom but she… she screamed out in surprise and staggered to her feet.
“Nuh….no!” she shouted with as much brevity as she could stand.  “I… I don’t want to do that!  Not even to talk!”
She waved her hands around wildly in surrender as Julian pulled up back into a sitting position and she couldn’t even quite read his face.  Was he laughing?  Was he preparing for this the entire time?  As his lips parted to say something she quickly pulled her hands up to her ears, still staggering on the pillow, just barely keeping her footing.  “I… I don’t want to!” she shrilled.  “Please!!”
And then… she slid over the end of the pillow, landing in the crack between the pillow and headboard.  Completely trapped.  She pressed herself up against the backboard as she heard Julian sigh loudly and shift.  “Mr. Cameron,” she called, still managing to keep her tears at bay somehow, “I want to talk… but I don’t…. please don’t put me there again…. not again…” she trailed off as she sunk to her knees and finally Julian’s huge face loomed over the space she had stumbled into.
Julian gazed down at her quiet for a moment, drinking in her terror in its fullness. However, it brought him no pleasure like it did for some.
"Lark..." he crammed his hand down and felt around for her,"…I'm not putting you on my shoe. I’m just getting comfortable in my own home." Though she tried to evade him, he snagged her tiny body within his strong grasp and hoisted her out before his face.
"I know it's not easy for you to trust, but I'm just going to hold you until you realize I'm on your side," he announced.
“You… you’re what?” Lark asked in a confused voice as Julian’s face rose higher and higher into the air as he lowered her to his chest.  Her breath quickened…her heart pounded in her chest, but he didn’t lower her any further than his chest.  In fact…she was slowly pressed against the warm fabric containing his beautiful body.  She felt his every breath as he slowly inhaled and exhaled.  Damn.  The man was even mindful of his breathing with her.
Stiffening slightly, she realized that whatever had happened with Micro was not going to happen to her with Julian.  He was being kind
Patient.
Deliberate.
Sweet.
Everything that James had never been with her.  When she was scared, he didn’t hold her like this.  When she was upset, he didn’t soothe her with kind words.  No.
And then it dawned on her.  Julian might be different.  He might be kind.
For new reasons, tears started to fall but other than a few little shakes, Julian wouldn’t know that she was crying.  They were tears of relief.  She was with someone safe.  Finally.
“I’m so sorry,” she said into his chest.  “For everything.  For being so frightened… for calling the Academy on you… for making you feel like you had to see me again.  I’m so sorry.”  She sniffed loudly.  “It was just earlier… with Micro… and the shoe.  That made me so scared as well.”  She fisted the fabric of his shirt as well as she could… though at this size it was almost too thick.
“I’m sorry I’m broken, Mr. Cameron.”
"It's Julian," he corrected her softly. Another gentle chuckle, laced with pity. "Ugh, no. No shoes involved here... that's nasty. No way to treat a lady at all." He grinned at his own exaggerated gentlemanly stature, tipping his chin to his chest so he could see the top of her head. So tiny... smaller than a premature infant, and if fairies existed, she'd probably be shorter than them too.
She smiled widely against him.  Julian.  It was the first time he had corrected her to use his first name instead of the designated Mr. or Goddess pronoun that was supposed to be used with giants.  “I’m hardly a lady,” she couldn’t help choking out with her tears and a laugh.  She felt Julian’s thumb smooth across her bright red hair in reassurance that quite the opposite was true.
"I haven't been able to bring myself to sign up for anyone else. I want to finish what we started and I... I really want to be the one who fixes you, Lark." He continued taking deep breaths for a time, luxuriating in the stillness of the moment. However, he had skipped dinner and his stomach wouldn't let him forget that.
Julian pulled out Lark in his palm and bent his thumb to secure lightly across her lap.
"Hey... you hungry? I've got some leftover peach pie in the fridge calling my name."
Lark could feel him watching her and for once…she didn’t mind.  His words washed over her like a comforting thunderstorm and her heart warmed and struggled to keep pace with his much larger beating one.
“I’m starving,” she said, resting her hands on the knuckle of his thumb.  “But I’m sure you can tell that I’m always starving,” she said, half-joking, half-serious.  She wiped her nose with the back of her sleeve as Julian carefully stood up and started walking into the kitchen.  As he started to open the refrigerator he realized he needed both hands and gently set her down on the counter.  She was fascinated as she watched him work and as he went to the cabinet to get some plates, she gathered her courage and leaned over the pie plate to look inside.
The smell… it was overwhelmingly delicious.  Did everything smell so much better at this height?  She dipped a finger into the pie to taste the contents and brought it up to her lips.  Oh yes.  Everything tasted better at this height as well.  When she turned around she noticed that Julian was standing over her with a large plate and spatula, watching her curiously.
“Couldn’t help myself,” she said with a blush as he went to pull out a slice to warm up in the microwave.  “And… and you really didn’t think of signing up for anyone else?” she asked skeptically.  “Really?”
"Well, I thought about it," Julian said, pressing the buttons for a ten second heat up. "I just couldn't do it. All those girls had done this a million times and I'm still figuring out who I am... and what kind of, uh, giant I wanna be."
He wrapped up the remaining pie and stowed in back in the fridge. He brought the warmed slice over to the counter where Lark was and took a bite.
"Mmm. Perfect." He forked a much smaller bite and held it out a few inches before Lark. "I know it's kind of big, but are you able to get a bite off one of the prongs?"
“I can try,” Lark said with a hint of determination in her small voice.  She stepped forward and instead of trying to bite of a piece she just scooped up a glob of peach ‘stuff’ and held it up to lips and started to lick it carefully.  “Mmm…” she said with a smile.  “That’s really good… don’t even worry about the fork,” she said, growing more confident and walking up to his plate.
It was oddly pleasant.  Julian kept continuing to eat at the same time as Lark was but he was much more careful with his movements.  He made sure to keep the fork on the furthest side of the plate of wherever Lark was.  And she also watched his movements, listening to the click of the fork meeting the plate as it tore away another hunk of flaky crust and sweet pie.
“What kind of giant you want to be?” Lark asked, almost to herself as she dunked her hand into another glob of peachy goodness. “Are their options?”  She glanced up at Julian when his fork stopped moving and realized he seemed to be thinking this over.  He was thinking very hard apparently because he wasn’t paying attention to where his fork was going… and easily scooped her up with his next mouthful.
“Hey!” Lark squeaked, unsure if this was on purpose or not.  She felt so tiny on the bed of his fork, now almost completely covered with peach pie as he brought the bite closer to his lips.  More and more of him filled her vision and suddenly she wasn’t sure if this was a game or not.  “Julian!” she cried out again, making the fork jerk… and her tumbling off the side.  She landed right through the crust and into the fruit filling with a tiny plop.  She thought she’d be upset… but a small giggle escaped her when she emerged.
"Shit!" Julian's voice boomed. He dropped the fork with an ear splitting clatter and immediately pulled her out with a finger and thumb under her arms. Setting her down on the crumb-strewn plate, she was already accumulating a puddle of peach filling at her feet.
Lark quickly covered her ears at his outburst and then held up her hands.  “It’s okay…it’s okay!” she shouted up at him, hoping he would calm down.  The fork falling dangerously close to the plate made her jump again but to her relief Julian’s fingers quickly came down to retrieve her and set her aside.  She flicked some of the filling off her arms and legs and smiled slightly when Julian watched her curiously.
"I'm so sorry. I completely spaced out... I didn't even – you're just so small!" he hastily apologized, even if he too cracked a smile when he saw her laughing.
“It’s alright,” she said.  “I asked you a question… and you were thinking,” she said, daring to finally crack her first joke.  “Now I know never to expect you to do two things at once.  Very dangerous.”  Lark tilted her head slightly.  “I didn’t choose to be this small.  I’m lucky I’m not smaller,” she said in a low voice, hoping that he wasn’t too upset about this.  It wasn’t like she wanted to be practically eaten.  But those lips… it might not have been that bad…
Gah!  Her mind was heading into dirty places.  She quickly started to squeeze some of the peach filling out of her clothing when suddenly a large digit swiped down her center from her throat to her jeans.  Her eyes went wide to see Julian sticking a finger in his mouth.  
As he sucked it off, he suddenly laughed at his own private joke. "Guess you are bite-sized, though."
“I’m a walking desert,” Lark said with another laugh as she sat down on the edge of the plate, still swiping away the pie.  Her tiny eyes flashed up to his.  “But it seems to be a waste to just wash all of this off,” she said in a shy voice.  “And I’d like to still here about what kind of giant you want to be.”
Julian eyed her like the walking morsel she was – and more than that too.
"I'm still figuring that part out," he said. Julian lowered the same hand to swipe at her body again. He sucked it off and came back for more. "My cousin likes to be real edgy with his tinies. And I know that works for some tinies, but me... I just can't do that. Too much empathy sometimes. I think I'd like to be...  a protector. Some kind of giant hero...with a little room for improvisation."
She was listening… goodness knows she was trying to listen…but it was so hard when she kept seeing that finger dip down towards her body.  Days ago she would have been terrified but now she was looking forward to it.  He was so soft with her.  So gentle.  Edgy.  The word was obviously meant to provide a soft blow to what this mysterious cousin of hers was actually like.  Her curiosity bubbled and rose and then fell again when Julian’s face lowered to her level.
Now…the only thing she could think about was him.
Without warning, Julian gave up the finger -swipe method and swooped down in an instant urge. His soft lips pressed against her lower jaw all the way to her hip. He let his tongue dart out to swipe off the sweet peach residue on her body, and then pulled away.
“O-oh,” she gasped out in surprise when his soft lips met her body.  It wasn’t like they could actually kiss, she would drown in his lips before that, but the feeling of them covering her upper body… wow.  One of her legs kicked up in surprise as those lips pressed against her, gathering more peach filling.  And then… something else touched her and she gasped out in surprise again.  His tongue swept up and down her body and quickly retreated back into his mouth before she had a chance to react.
“W-whoa,” she said softly as she was able to see his face in its entirety again.  “That was…” she shook her little red head as though trying to find the words, “… whoa.”
Julian ran his tongue absently over his lower lip as a tentative smile took hold.
"I like the sound of that," he ventured to say. He paused, eyeing her up carefully. "You've got this big chunk on your back. D'you mind if I...?" He started to lean down again.
She swallowed loud enough that she wondered if Julian had caught it.  But no… his eyes and attention were completely focused on the warm glob that started between her shoulder blades and ran all the way down to the center of her back.  She shook her head harder than she meant to and hope she didn’t come across as too desperate.
As she turned around, she sucked in a gasp of air that she knew she was going to let out in an embarrassingly loud sigh if she wasn’t careful.  “S-sure…Mr. – er – I mean, Julian.  I said it would be a shame to waste a good pie…” she trailed off as she realized quickly Julian wasn’t going to hesitate.  An even larger, warmer, feeling brushed down her back, sending her shivers all way down to the tips of her toes.  She gripped the edge of the plate in fear that she would slide right off and into a puddle right on top of the pie filling.
How could he be so gentle?  Was it the training… or was it… that he was actually taking care not to hurt her?  She couldn’t help but wonder if his little accident was still weighing heavily in his mind.  With her being this small… he couldn’t make mistakes.  And he certainly was paying much closer attention to her.  As her back felt lighter and dryer, she realized that Julian’s tongue had just pulled away.
“That… that was cool,” she said stupidly, willing her face not to flush.  Did he have to be so attractive?  And so big?  It was a dangerous and very potent combination.  “I… I appreciate the help,” she said as she pushed some sticky strands away from her face.  “But I don’t even think your tongue is magical enough to clean this all off.”  She flushed furiously when she saw his reaction to her words.  “Do you think maybe I could use your sink before we continue… anything else?”
Julian's gentle chuckle was cut off by a more dangerous mischief that flashed through his dazzling grey eyes. A glimpse of something he never would have imagined possible; this girl... this tiny, healing girl...
And she thought his tongue action was magical.
M Academy: Lark's Encounters XI
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M Academy:  Lark’s Encounter’s X

Several days later Lark woke up with a scream for the second time that day.  It pierced the air and she scrambled to find her footing, only to find that she was tied down again.
Tied down.
What had that monster of a man who demanded to be called Mr. Micro want to do with her now?  She continued to scream and try to break free of her restraints only in vain.  It was so dark.  She broke out into a terrified sweat as she tried to figure out where he had put her now.
No.  No!
She wanted to quit, but then she’d never have a chance to see Julian again and apologize.  And she had to see him.  And if she wanted to see him, she had to get through this weekend.  As she started to cry, darkness opened up and a dark-haired man loomed over her.  Huge… but not a giant.
“Who… who are you?” she asked in a sobbing cry.  The man quickly came over and fumbled with her taped restraints.  He was twice the size as she was but that didn’t mean much.  Did that Micro guy order more than one tiny?  “P-please… please don’t make me go back to him…”
“Shhhh… shh….” He hushed her, gathering her into his arms like a child and standing up once she was free.  “You’re safe now…you’re safe.”  He started to move into the light and called out for someone.  “She’s awake,” he called loudly to someone Lark couldn’t see through her tears.  “But she’s incredibly freaked out.  Call him now and tell him to come over.”

Julian appeared short of breath at Evan’s front door.
"You told me you would call when you found her," Julian grumbled, breezing into the spacious apartment as his cousin opened the door for him. He had been sitting on pins and needles all night and now he could scarcely think about touching Lark again. He paused in the entryway by framed pictures of Evan's graduation ceremony almost a decade ago. They both had baby faces then. Different interests too. Yet here they were now, together discussing a pair of tiny people in the living room.
"Wait... how small is she?" he whispered.

Another pained and nervous cry escaped Lark when she heard the loud sounds of voices thundering nearby.  But they didn’t belong to this stranger.  And who the hell was this new man?  He was a giant to her, but nothing like… nothing like she had seen before.
“What’s going on?” she begged as the man as he rocked her gently.  “Where is he… that man…”
“He’s gone,” Justin said.  “Now come on… you’re safe now…”
“Safe,” Lark croaked out as tears filled her eyes.  “Unless he’s playing another game with me… and with you…”
“No.”  Justin’s voice remained firm.  “You’re not with him anymore.  My giant couldn’t get you out of the opening scene… but he did everything to get you out of there as quickly as possible.  You have to believe that.  You’re not even in his home anymore.”  He looked down at the woman in his arms and his heart hiccupped.  He had missed this.  Caring for a tiny woman. She looked so small and helpless in his arms and though Justin was only six inches tall, he felt like a giant to the girl who was just shy of four.

“You should be relieved,” Evan said from another room as he glanced over his shoulder towards the living room.  “Micro… apparently he’s on thin ice with the academy so he didn’t play games with this one.  He made her a little over three inches so it’s not much different than your first time… but I’m warning you, Julie.  If this works out, I would recommend you not go this small with her again.  She’s… she’s pretty freaked out.  I could hear her crying when she was brought in.  I’m having Justin deal with her… less of a shock that way.”
He rubbed the back of his neck.  “Julian…” Evan said in a slow voice, still blocking his cousin from barging into the room just yet.  Justin would let him know when she was calm.  “She was taped to the bottom of his shoe as an opening scene.  Apparently he was just walking around his apartment with her taped to the sole… that little dip just under the heel so she wouldn’t be crushed.  All she could see was the floor… she’s… she’s really freaked out.”
Julian visibly paled in the dim entryway. He just stared back at Evan, willing him to take back what he just said. But it was real.
"What kind of a sick..." Julian drug a hand over his face and gazed longingly at the living room. "I'm gonna go in gentle from the start. I think she… needs that." Confident as he was, he still glanced to his cousin for backup on the decision. Evan sent him a small nod, and Julian coiled his hands into fists before relaxing.
Show time.
His slow, measured steps began to quake and tremor through the shelf under the ebony coffee table. He got onto his knees and lowered himself until he could see the tiny and even tinier person waiting there.
"She's still shaking," Justin informed him quietly. Julian nodded.
"Lark," he said softly. "Look at me, please. It's... it's just me, Lark. It's Julian, remember?"
Lark sniffed when she heard thunderous steps approaching the room.  He’s back…he must be coming back!  As she went to struggle, Justin held her even more tightly in his arms until a powerful voice fill her ears.  Him?  Was that guy back?
“N-no…” she squeaked, pulling herself to the man who was closest to her size.  He was all she had at this point.  “Please… please don’t give me to him.  I don’t want to be on the shoe again…”
“It’s not him,” Justin’s voice said, trying to coax her gently.  “He’s gone, sweetie.  He’s gone.  Didn’t you hear?  That’s Julian.  Remember him from last week?”  He looked up at the massive man watching them intently with grey eyes.  It was nice that while he was still enormous, he wasn’t nearly as big as before.  He would have to thank Evan for his brief bout of kindness… this was definitely something he wouldn’t do often.
“J-Julian,” Lark said softly, blinking and slowly regaining her sanity.  The man holding her walked towards something and she clung to the fabric on his chest with tightened fists.  “No…” she muttered, burying her face into the strangers shoulder, “…he’s… he’s mad at me.  I bet that guy called him here.”
“It’s not like that, sweetie,” Justin said, stepping closer to the edge of the shelf.  He could tell that Julian was worried and Evan was frustrated for wasting time.  But Justin needed this.  This moment to care for someone smaller than him… he lived for it.  Even if there was a man right in front of him who could easily enclose him in his fist.
“She’s… she’s coming out of it,” Justin called over to Julian.  He looked down at the young woman like a worried father.  “What that man did to her… I don’t know what else he would have done if Evan didn’t make the call…”  He started to pull the woman away from his chest.  “Do you want to try and hold her?”
"Yeah," Julian said quietly. His face pulled away a little and his hand came up beneath the edge of the shelf. Justin knelt down, still murmuring reassurances as he pried Lark off of him and laid her down in the massive palm.
Julian frowned, unable to help but feel insulted as the tiny thing writhed to be free of him.
"Shhh..." he crooned, rocking back on his heels and pulling the tiny girl close. Even smaller than last time. "It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you, Lark. I'm here to take care of you." He held Lark over his beating heart out of instinct, feeling her slight weight put up no resistance to its pounding.
At first she wanted to fight the larger being.  After what happened with Mr. Micro it took everything she had in her body not to think that that gigantic palm was going to start lowering and she would find herself taped to the bottom of a shoe again.  But there was no movement downward… in fact… she was going up.  And eventually she was pressed against something warm and soft.  She inhaled deeply.
Julian.
The overwhelming of scent of grapefruit and bergamot calmed her immediately and she stopped fighting.  He… he was here.  But why?  Why had he come here?  And where the hell was here in the first place?  She remembered being on the bottom of Micro’s shoe and then a door flew open and a loud, rich and overly confident voice yelled for her to hit the button and no consequences would come.  She listened to the voice without thinking… but now… she was more confused than ever.
“You don’t have to stay here,” Evan’s voice came behind them.  Lark winced because this new loud voice was familiar, but also didn’t bother to lower the volume.  A warm hand continued to hold her close.  It wasn’t Julian’s voice.  “I may have said the right thing to the higher ups, but at the end of the day, I do what I want.  If you don’t want to keep her here, you can take her back to your place.”  He smiled.  “I’d like to see the Academy stand up to me.”
“You’re so arrogant—” Justin started but Evan arched a brow at him as he knelt behind Julian and started to reach for him.
“Your time of playing the giant here is over, Mr. Carmichael,” he said in a warm voice.  He couldn’t deny that he was still proud of his tiny.  “Thank you for your help,” he said, as he plucked him up and stood to his full height.  “Now you, Julian… take her home.  It’s like I said… all G/t relationships are different.  It’s up to you to figure out what you want out of yours.”
Julian nodded, knowing the purpose and power behind those words.
"I'll be in touch soon." He stepped towards the front hall, prepared to see himself out. Evan didn't follow and Julian didn't expect him to; they both had their hands full at the moment.
"Lark," Julian said quietly to her, lifting her up to his face briefly to give her a look of pleading sincerity. "There's only one way to get you out of here. I'll make it as painless as possible."
With that, he lowered as much of his hand as he could fit into his shirt's breast pocket and released Lark to the bottom. Shortly after, a folded up tissue was lowered in after her. It unfolded a little in its landing, ending up half on her lap. She was set into motion as Julian exited the apartment with brisk but careful strides. Every movement he could feel her brushing up against his chest. The drive to his house wasn't long in reality, but it felt like eternity this time around.
Stirring slightly as the car roared to life, Lark started to feel a bit safer.  Julian. Julian was here with her… though she still didn’t understand why.  She had assumed that he would be pissed at her and Kennings certainly didn’t lead her to believe otherwise after her ‘discussion’ about the events of last weekend.  Lark had begged to get his home address so she could explain her actions but Kennings basically informed her that it was unprofessional and if she wanted any chance at seeing him again… it would have to be through the Academy.  So she took an assignment thinking it was Julian.  Who else would want to be with a newb?
But she had been wrong.
So very, very wrong.
She shuddered slightly against Julian’s chest as he continued to drive in silence.  Finally, she worked up the courage to look up at him, nearly gasping when she was only met with the underside of his chin and just a hint of his lower lip.  He seemed bigger than last time.  Swallowing, she tried to regain her courage.
“Are you taking me back to the Academy?” she asked softly.  She felt the man’s heart thunder at a quicker pace in her ears and felt the heat in his chest greatly increase with her question.  “I guess you are… considering you must know what happened to me with that man who likes micro play.”
"No. God no."
Julian made a face at the notion, momentarily lapsing in lowering his voice. "Lark, I wanted to find you because I figured it out. You can't let me in until you let James go." He parked the car and looked down at his pocket. He hadn't buckled up, lest he squish her fragile body against him. He lowered his hand into the pocket, softly ordering her to grab onto his fingers. He pulled her out and set her in the other palm. They stared at each other in reverence and conflicted emotions.
"I can't undo what that bastard did to you... but if you want me… I'm here for you."
Her tears were only just beginning to dry again as she listened to his words.  It was odd to see his face look a little larger than before.  She saw just a few more faint lines in the corner of his mouth as he spoke and his eyes were just as intense and large as ever.  But he was still beautiful.  And he was still willing to talk to her even after everything she had done?
“But what I did to you,” she said, softly at first and then remembering that she had to speak up more now.  “I could have ruined everything.  And you… you could have lost your chance to hang out with other tinies…” she laughed drily, “… more fun tinies.  I still can’t believe that you…” she blushed, “… I can’t believe you’re even here talking to me after what I’ve done.  You don’t even know me.”
“I… I’d like to get to know you, Mr. Cameron,” she said in a careful voice, still not sure what he was offering.  It was unclear, but maybe that was intentional.  She couldn’t deny that she was interested.  The man was flat out gorgeous.  But after what had happened with the Micro guy…she wanted to believe that Julian would never push her as hard as he had.  “Do you think maybe we could just sit down for a little a while?  Maybe talk for a bit?”  She blushed again and lowered her eyes.  “Unless you have another tiny upstairs in which case… I don’t want to disturb your weekend.”
Julian laughed gently, shaking his head at her suggestion.
"No, it’s just you. I think one tiny is enough of a handful for me." He sent her a warm smile, like they were sharing some personal knowledge. "Talking... I'd like that.  Though for now, I need to hide you again. Don't be scared. I won't drop you." Julian got out of the car, cupping his hand entirely over his abdomen and keeping Lark concealed against him.
After some jostling for her end, Lark was finally sat on a large pillow next to Julian. He bent over the side to unlace his shoes.
"Alright, Lark... let's talk."
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