Take Me Home Aimee III: Five
Despite her nerves, she had really just said that Heath could sample her like a desert. Heath raised his hand so she could climb off him. Her little body slid down his pant leg and soundlessly landed on the counter. He was surprised with the ease with which she did so.
When Heath realized what she had just given him permission to do, he didn’t hesitate to comply.
He bent down over her, grabbing the edge if the counter for support. His other hand came over to gently pinch her elbow, and guide her hand to his mouth. His experience with women shone through in the slow, drawn out pace of his motions. He closed his lips around her mid forearm and slowly let it slide back out as he raised his head an inch.
"Tastes good to me."
Aimee let out a breathless sigh. She had finally done something for Heath. With the size difference she had thought that he would have to initiate everything, but somehow…she had let the words come to her mouth. Heath didn’t hesitate; didn’t give her a chance to back and she was glad that he didn’t. Wes would have wanted to talk about it, make sure that she was okay, but Heath always pushed her. In a good way. He always made her want to do more. To try harder.
In an oh-so-fabulous way.
As Aimee felt those fingers wrap around her elbow, she gasped out in surprise, smiling and giggling in a way she couldn’t remember before. His lips touched her skin. So soft. She flushed wildly, but didn’t move, too enraptured by his movement to escape. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever want to escape this man. She watched as Heath briefly closed his eyes to taste her skin and the melted gelato, goosebumps freckling her skin all the way to the fingertips until he pulled away.
Her eyes shown with happiness that he complimented her. “I’m…I’m glad you like it,” she said, rubbing her fingers together, enjoying the feel of the sticky ice cream…and Heath.
He smiled, remembering that she was still so inexperienced and it didn't help that he was a giant. He raised his head more so she could see all of his face instead if just part of it. His hand re-gripped the edge of the counter.
"The gelato's good, too," he added with a smirk.
He swiped his finger in a little droplet puddle, and then wiped some of it on her cheek. Her mouth opened in shock, but he kissed the offended cheek before she could say anything. When he pulled away THIS time, there was a cross between tenderness sand mischief in Heath's smile.
She hummed in thought as he pulled away, smiling as his face grew further away and more in focus. Swallowing slightly, she was in awe of his size for a moment and her hands trembled nervously.
“Heh…w-well, I’m glad,” she said, looking up at him. “I haven’t tried it yet—” she was cut off when Heath easily reached over her and picked up some gelato on his fingertip and dabbed in on her face.
“What gives?” she squeaked in surprise, going to wipe it off right before Heath’s face lowered to her level again and she felt some safe soft, if not slightly sticky lips brush her skin. The offending gelato was kissed away, leaving only a tingling on her skin. She touched the now empty spot, looking up at him.
“H-Heath,” she whispered, running up to his face and pressing her lips against his in a kiss. A girl could only take so much. She knew it was awkward, but she tried to make it less so by wrapping her hands around the curves of his lips and occasionally slipping a hand inside.
His spine was curved down to meet her at angle that would make a chiropractor cringe. But he endured it silently, lips parting instinctively in surprise for a brief moment. He made a quiet noise of surprise the first time her nimble fingers slid through the seal where his lips met.
She said sometimes she wondered if he could feel her.
In that moment, he felt everything. Her breath, her kisses from lips so small it made his head spin. He pressed his lips together a little more and brought his free hand behind her to steady her.
She touched his tongue, and the texture was surprising at first, but Heath’s hand kept her close and gently she rubbed her fingers along the surface, enjoying the fact that Heath hadn’t pulled away. Could…could he actually be enjoying this somehow? Though her face was practically in his mouth, she didn’t dare move, happy to share this moment with him. She knew this was what love felt like. It wasn’t lust. It wasn’t an infatuation. And it wasn’t to replace Wes.
Wes never made her feel like this.
So desired. As a woman.
She gently traced Heath's upper and lower teeth before she pulled her hand out, needing a bit of air. Her face was a little glossy from Heath’s lips but she didn’t care, wiping it away with the back of her hand.
“I…I just really wanted to kiss you suddenly,” she blurted out, her face pink.
"I can see that." He joined her in a soft laugh.
“Sorry if I surprised you,” she said sheepishly, letting out another girlish laugh.
"That was... Wow." He ran a hand through his hair, somewhat ruining its coiffed style. It looked more frazzled, closer to his hair looked like when he first got out of bed in the morning time. Pretty much for the way his heart was racing under his white dress shirt. That had been just crazy… And weird... And incredible.
“Wow in a good way?” she asked nervously, craning her neck to look up at him as he soared out of her direct eye sight. Her hair was slightly damp at the roots where Heath’s lips had touched her, giving her the appearance of being slightly sweaty. Her eyes grew hopeful as she drank him in, noticing that this hair looked disheveled as well.
"You're improvising, aren't you?" he said, sitting up. The strain on his back demanded a change in position. "You're way ahead of me on this."
Aimee was still shocked that he had let her kiss him in the first place. He knew that she liked her, but she was worried all the time about crossing some sort of physical line with him. She never knew what was okay and what wasn’t. It was exhausting…and amazing.
“I’m trying my best,” Aimee said, taking a step backwards to continue to smile up at him. “I honestly have no idea what I’m doing so I’m…I’m just trying to do what feels right.”
He turned his gaze down to meet hers. He noticed with a twinge of compassion she looked exhausted from the single kiss. At the same time, he wanted to laugh for some reason. Heath tilted his hand behind her, letting her topple gently into his hand.
Like falling backwards into a swing, Aimee tumbled into his palm, with a yelp. “A little warning?” she teased. She knew that Heath wouldn’t usually give her one and she didn’t mind. It was just too fun to laugh at the situation sometimes. She was the size of his hand. And yet…he still cared for her.
"I messed up your hair again," he noted with a half-smirk. His other hand came to try and smooth it down best he could. He twirled almost the entire length around a fingertip, the let it drop to her back.
“You’re always messing up my hair,” she said, reaching up immediately to try and fix it. “You’ve had a problem with that since day one.” She sucked in a breath as Heath tried to repair it, only making it worse. “Dangit, Heath!” she mock groaned, smiling as he kept his finger close and twirled a piece of her mess hair around.
She pressed her hands into his palm to steady herself, practically leaning into his touch.
"If you keep wearing that dress, I think red is going to be my new favorite color." He flirted as casually as breathing air. Heath slid off the counter and put the gelato away.
“Hmmm…I’m glad, then,” she said. “Because I’m starting to like red, too. Especially when I know you’ll look at me like that when I do. I’m not sure what my favorite color on you is, though, Heath. Grey? Navy? Black? White? So many lovely choices.”
"I'm a walking rainbow," he said with a wry smile. He fathered up the pieces of his phone and held them in his other hand.
“I would hardly use those words to describe your wardrobe Heath,” she said, smiling back at his own joke. “And look what you did to your phone. It’s not broken is it?” she asked, actually wondering if something was wrong with it. To her, it looked unsalvageable, but she supposed that Heath would never destroy his cell phone. It was something that was just too important to him.
"No, I just pulled the battery out," he assured her. "Surprised you're not already out, with that bucket of Sangria you drank." He teased shamelessly. He closed his hand almost completely around her as he meandered to the bedroom. It sounded bad, but he just liked to feel all of her at once sometimes, knowing she wouldn't be going anywhere.
“Haha watch it! I’m not indestructible! You’ll feel terrible if you break a bone!” she blurted out, enjoying the gentle squeeze as he smiled down at her.
"I know what I'm doing." Heath waved off her accusations breezily.
“You won’t be saying that if you break one of my bones,” she teased again. She noticed a slight hint of apprehension in his face and smiled. “Heath, I’m kidding. I know you would never do anything to hurt me on purpose. “
Heath swallowed hard at the thought of one of Aimee's bones shattering in his hand like the little china cup.
“Heath…” Aimee said, noticing his strange expression. “For what it’s worth, you’ve never even come close to me.” She reached out and touched his fingers with her hands. “These hands…have been nothing but calm…” she kissed the tip of one finger “…patient…” another kiss “…and gentle.” One more kiss to his third fingertip. “I feel so lucky to be with someone who can be as kind as you.”
“And hey, when are you going to learn that I can hold my drink just fine?” she answered back, sticking out her tongue. “I may be a lightweight, but I can sober up pretty easily.” As she felt his fingers close around her, she practically purred at the sensation. She was practically surrounded by him. “You having a good time there, boss man?” she teased, wrapping her arms around his fingers.
The tie came the rest of the way undone, hanging loosely around his neck. He snatched up a remote with countless buttons on it. Somehow he had committed them to memory. He pressed one, hardly looking at it. At first it was so soft, it could have been imagined – music. His favorite classy type of stuff.
"I want to know something juicy about your past. It's only fair, after all." He relaxed into the wall of pillows and held her out in front of him in an open palm.
Heath smoothly moved into the bedroom and music wafted into her ears. Heath’s kind of music. She recognized it immediately and it instantly brought a smile to her face as he lifted up his hand to get a better look at her.
“Something juicy about me…” she mused. “I…I’m not really sure.” She took a seat in his palm and started to think about it, tracing over the grooves in his palm as she did so.
Suddenly her face lit up. “I’ve got it! I remember one time…Wes and I went to go to a birthday party for one of his younger nieces. And I guess she was a little upset because a clown couldn’t come? Or something like that.” She waved it off. “The point is before the other kids came…we wanted to do something to make her feel better.” Her cheeks reddened. “So we dressed up in costumes,” she said with a laugh. “Wes dressed up as a dinosaur and I dressed up as a cavewoman and he pretended to chase me around the house while she watched.” She smiled fondly at the memory. “His niece was one of the nicest girls I ever met! She kept trying to step in and save me…it was…it was so much fun. Weird. But fun.”
She chuckled again, and then looked up at Heath. “Something tells me that you don’t see that story as juicy though. But honestly, think of me in a Tarzan costume and it probably will help things…” she said with a wink, fooling around with her dress. “I was skinnier then and I wasn’t so self-conscious about my legs either so it was seriously up to here,” she explained pointing to a spot several inches (for her) above her knee.
His eyes remained warm, focused as she told her story.
"You'd be a cute Tarzan. You sound like such a wild child back then." He grinned at the thought. His eyes darted to her tiny hands on his, that it wrested look coming over him. "Sounds like Wes was great with kids."
“Ha! No…Wes was just good with some of his relatives,” Aimee said. “He…he really didn’t trust me with anyone else. He was always a little protective. It was something that I got used to. I figured that there was no way I wouldn’t worry about someone if they were as small as I am to you.” She shrugged lightly. “Maybe that’s why so many people always tell me I’m different from other humans. I don’t know. I don’t really think about it as much as I should.”
She smirked when he called her a wild child as an afterthought. “I really probably wasn’t that cute looking back on it. I just didn’t think so much about things back then. I was still pretty naïve about most things and so was he so when things started to happen…we just kind of reacted how we thought was most appropriate. Even if it wasn’t appropriate in the least. I really wasn’t that wild…Wes just had this way of making me feel…” her face warmed for a moment. “Free.”
He gave her a bemused smile, lowering his hand gradually against the slope of his chest.
"I wish I could have met him." Heath said reverently. "For what it's worth, I'm grateful that he took care of you, showed you how to be happy before I could find you. I'd thank him for that."
He lifted her up to his chest and she pressed against it with her hands. “Not to change the subject, bu I love hearing your heartbeat,” she said softly, nuzzling against the stiff fabric of his shirt.
“I really do think you would have liked him,” she continued. “And hearing you say that, Heath…” she pulled away from his chest to look up at him as she best could considering the awkward angle, “I can’t tell you how much that means to me. Because I wouldn’t have been like for you, without him.”
Heath didn’t know what to say. Very few times in his life had he ever been treated with such pure tenderness. With such love. It left him speechless, and he could only look at her with that heart-achingly softened gaze of his.
"I know," he said kindly. A fingertip slid up under her curtain of hair to stroking from the back of her neck to between her shoulder blades.
He felt kinda funny, tilting his head to his chest to see her. He knew despite her praise, that this was not the most flattering angle. But he was willing to work past that for her.
"Our past can't be excluded from the future," he mused.
She could tell that Heath was shocked by her words, but she couldn’t help herself. Even with Wes she always felt the need to speak her mind when she was feeling things. And she certainly felt things for Heath. But…as she looked up at him, never once did she worry that the didn’t appreciate her words. He looked so thankful. She wondered if anyone had ever spoke to him the way she did. Or Sarah, too. It seemed that they both loved him.
She turned her cheek back to his chest as she could tell he was feeling a little awkward looking down at her from such an extreme angle. But that didn’t stop her from shuddering like crazy when Heath’s gentle touch ran behind her hair. “H-Heath,” she whispered, hiding her face in the folds of his shirt so he wouldn’t see how flustered she was from just the touch of his fingertip.
“I agree…” she said softly. “Which is why I have to ask…” she trailed off a bit, gripping his shirt even tighter. “I want to know about your past too. I’m not saying you have to tell me everything. But…I’d really like to know about your father, Heath.”
The tension was immediately evident. He inhaled sharply and let it out again.
She felt the large, usually confident man suck in a gasp from her surprise question and for a moment she thought about retracting it. Maybe it wasn’t the time…but then the words started tumbling from his mouth. Aimee remained close to him as he spoke, trying desperately not to focus so much on the gentle touch running down her back.
"Everything seemed perfect when my mom was alive. Probably just rose colored glasses talking, but it seemed that way." The stroking continued, but at an irregular pace. "She had this garden... Flowers, vegetables, you name it. She had a real green thumb from what I remember. My dad was still not MVP of parents or anything, but we kept it together. Took me fishing once a year..."
“Your mom sounds nice…” she mused. “A garden…” she trailed off, quietly impressed, before her facial expression darkened.
"Do you know what he said to me when she died?" Heath gave a short, scornful laugh, eyes close to glistening. "He said 'only the strong survive Heath, remember that'. I think he was angry at her for leaving him like that. Angry at me because I was the only one left to blame. Which y'know would have been fine for like a year. I could forgive him for that. But he never... I was never good enough for him. Barely even blinked an eye when I graduated from Princeton with honors. He was a machine, not a man."
“That...that’s a terrible thing to say about your mother,” Aimee whispered, for some reason upset to hear it. Why did she feel like crying for him? This didn’t affect her in anyway but she felt such a strong pull for Heath about it. He didn’t deserve to hear something like that after he lost his mother. This pain that could be felt by giants was so new to her. She knew that giants were people, but sometimes it was hard to see them that way. They were nothing more than immense beings who went about their lives and could be cruel or kind.
But Heath really reminded her how much truth there was in Skylar’s statement.
They really did hurt the same way.
“I’m so sorry Heath,” she said after he fell silent. “I wish I could say more, but I…I just don’t understand how hard that must have been for you. I know you’re probably tired of hearing me say this, but for what it’s worth, I think despite it all you turned out great.”
Deep down, she wanted to know how his father actually passed and how that was like. But she didn’t push. She knew that Heath would only reveal so much of himself at a time before he stiffened up and started to drag his feet. She wouldn’t push him so instead she started to rub his chest with her hand, hoping it would sooth him. “Thank you for telling me, Heath.”
Though he was uncomfortable with being this vulnerable, Aimee's kindness worked wonders in calming him. For a moment, he closed his eyes, allowing her to comfort him. It felt surprisingly good. Peaceful.
"What about your folks? You remember much of them?"
She shook her head, growing a bit uncomfortable herself. “N-no…” she said. “I mean I know I have parents…that would make sense…but any memories I have them are pretty much gone. I don’t know…” she mused. “When I was younger I could have sworn that I still remembered them in pieces. A bit here or a bit there. A touch. A hug. Maybe my mother’s words saying things to me but I think I was too young to remember. And now…I really don’t remember anything except maybe remembering…if that makes sense.”
Heath frowned, opening his eyes. Intelligent conclusions were being fired off and drawn.
"So… As far as your memory is concerned, you've been in the shelter system your whole life? Just moving from family to family?"
She nodded carefully. “I mean…yes…as far as I know,” Aimee said in a slow voice. “I mean the earliest memory I have is…” she stopped for a moment…thinking hard. “I think I was at a retirement home when I was really young. Humans were there to talk to the older people and give them some company. I think it was good?” she said with a sheepish chuckle as she tried to remember any details, but all she could remember were faces and loud voices.
“I think it was when I was around ten or twelve that I was placed in a shelter to make me available for families to adopt and then it becomes a bit clearer. So yes…I guess you could say that I’ve been in the shelter system my whole life.” She gave out another nervous laugh. “Lucky me, huh?”
He let out a sigh overhead. The life of a nomad from such a young age... He tried to picture Aimee as a youngster briefly, but it was too small a size to fathom. After so long... She finally had a sense of security. Firmly planted roots somewhere she could call home. Or so he hoped.
She felt Heath’s chest rise and fall as he let out a sigh and she wondered if she was being a downer. “Heh, but it’s honestly not so bad,” she said sheepishly. “I mean I’ve had some good memories and bad memories just like anyone else I think…” she trailed off as she heard Heath speak.
"I… I'm glad I have you now." It wasn't what he intended to say, but he had to stop himself from saying something drastic.
“You…” she pulled away from his chest to look up at him, despite his discomfort looking down at her like this. “You really are?” she couldn’t help asking, her eyes wide. She couldn’t help it, after talking about her past and hearing all about Heath’s she felt so vulnerable in his hands. Her look softened. “I’m glad to be here with you, Heath. For what it’s worth.”
Despite her attempts to downplay it, Heath remembered how terrified she had been when he first opened that box. That was not the natural state of well-balanced individuals. Hearing her past made her more real to him in a sense. She had grown up, been other places besides the here and now. It was interesting to say the least.
He felt her move and angled his chin down sharply so he could see her. He didn't smile, but his eyes were tender.
"It means more than you think, Aimee."
“Hmmm…I’m glad,” she muttered, returning her cheek to his chest and simply relaxing for a moment. The two remained silent for a few moments, only the gently tracing of Heath’s finger working up and down her back. Aimee sighed…it…it was good to be like this. For a moment it had felt that Heath was going to say…she wasn’t even sure what. Her nose scrunched up in thought but she couldn’t figure out what he could have possibly wanted to say to her.
She felt him shift and glanced up to see him looking around.
He glanced at the clock, no doubt looking for an escape from the heavy conversation.
"I'm going to take a quick shower. You need anything from the bathroom?"
“Oh okay,” she said, sounding a bit sleepy…a bit too comfy for her own good. “Yeah, I should probably take a bath and wash this gunk out of my hair. Skylar put a little gel in it to help keep my ponytail smooth.” She reached up and touched her messy loose locks. “So much for that, huh? Do you mind just dropping me off at the sink?”
Heath felt her lurch a little in his hand as he stood up. Just inertia, but he had become more observant since adopting Aimee.
He filled up the water for her and made sure she had a fresh washcloth laid out before heading around the corner to his own shower stall. Some people might gawk that he would go about such things so casually with a human, but he rather liked the routine they were falling into together.
The shower heated up in seconds, and he stepped under hot steam, letting the water provide more therapy than a shrink ever could.
Once Heath was in the shower and out of sight, Aimee slipped out of the new dress Skylar had bought for her and went into the water. It felt amazing. She dunked her head under quickly and scrubbed the sticky gel away from her hair and felt the own texture of her hair coming through again, her bangs soaking around her eyes when she bobbed back to the surface.
The water was warmer than usual so she didn’t bother to get out right away, just listening to the sounds of Heath in the shower and her own wading around. It felt so good to relax and know that he was close by. The water felt great after that conversation and the small smile never left her face as she continued to move around in the soapy bubbles, moving them around as she swam.
After a few moments of wading around, she curled up in the corner of the sink, treating as one might treat a hot tub and rested her arms on either side of her to prop herself up, keeping her chest covered just in case Heath appeared when she wasn’t expecting it. She still needed to put a little conditioner in her hair, but for now, this was nice. She laid the back of her head against the counter, staring at the ceiling before she closed her eyes, simply enjoying the moment.
"Hey, Aimee?" he called over. He waited, standing still in the shower to hear a faint reply.
Her eyes open lazily when she heard Heath’s voice, but she kept her head in place. It was just too comfy to move. “What is it?” she called.
"So I was thinking... There's this annual charity fundraiser coming up in a few weeks. Mostly it's a lot of booze and socializing with people... I was wondering, I guess... You up to breaking a tradition and come with me?"
She remained still as he explained what was going on. Charity fundraiser? Booze? Other people? She swallowed. Though, she remembered that things had gone well with Corey and Skylar. Maybe they would even be there so she would have other people to talk to. She pondered it for a moment before closing her eyes again.
“Breaking a tradition?” she called over, wondering if there was any way he could possibly hear her. “What do you mean?”
Heath had to stick his head out of the shower for a moment to hear her clearly.
"Oh, I've just uh…never seen anyone like...like you there. I think it would be fun to get a reaction out of em." The shower turned off, and a towel was pulled off the rack out of sight. "Y'know...Let me show you off a bit." His voice was laced with laughter near the end, no longer distorted by the running water.
A reaction? She knew Heath didn’t mean anything by his words, but it still kind of made her a bit uncomfortable. Still though, it would be nice to get out of the house and do something with him that a normal girlfriend would do.
Her face grew pink. Was she really calling herself his girlfriend? She smiled gently at the thought of it, thinking that is was okay.
“Show me off?” she called, still keeping her eyes closed, enjoying as the water went from hot to just pleasantly warm. “I…I guess we could do that. I don’t mind going places with you, Heath. I’ll be happy to go if you want me to.”
The idea of no humans there made her nervous but she knew that Heath would always help her acclimate to different situations. She was willing to try doing anything new so long as he was there. She sighed against the bubbles in the water, listening as Heath finished up his shower.