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.
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.
“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."