Take Me Home Aimee IV: Four
Aimee's blue eyes widened as she continued to research while Heath was gone, keeping track of every sound around her. She didn't want Heath to see what she was up to. Aimee smiled as she watched different couples go about different ways to confess.
How had she even done so with Wes? It had been only a few years ago, but she was having a difficult time even picturing it. Picturing him. All she could think about was Heath. That had to count for something.
And then something occurred to her like she had been plucked from Heath's pocket again. She remembered. She now remembered why the word 'love' was on her mind so much today. Right before she had passed out...in Heath's car. She said it. She was almost positive that she had.
But deep down she hoped she was wrong.
Because if she did say it, why couldn't she remember Heath's response? Did he even have one?
A little over twenty five minutes later, the roar of a sports car died in the driveway. Soon after, the front door was opened. Heath was singing a quiet tune lazily to himself as he came to the office.
"Hey." He appeared in the doorway with a white plastic bag with a blue smiley face on it. There was something sparkling in his eyes now as he came over. He glanced at the screen off-hand, but was more involved in digging through the bag for her prescription. He pulled out a giant bottle faith just the bottom covered by absolutely miniscule tablets.
"Your meds are so tiny!" He shook the bottle a bit to separate the tablets. He turned a look to her, as if she should be amazed by this, too. Settling the bottle down on the desk, he reached into the bag again.
“H-Heath!” she blurted out surprised that he had managed to sneak up on her. Quickly and gingerly she closed the screens she was on as she caught the sounds of Heath rummaging around in the prescription bag. Once all evidence was hidden, she stood up and smiled. “They're just tiny to you,” she teased, laughing as he shook the bottle. “They'll probably be difficult for me to swallow...”
"I got you something." It was a box of chocolate truffles. "I know you're feeling like crap, and chocolate is basically a cure all." He grinned. "Sarah and I used to play this game; we'd hide the guide and take a guess what flavor was which as we went."
“You...you got me a gift?” she squeaked, walking close to the edge of the desk to see what he was up to. “Chocolates! Oh!” Her face lit up at the idea. Something he and Sarah did? If it was anyone else who said something like that she would have been offended, but with Heath, she felt honored that he would want to try something with her that he used to play with Sarah.
“That sounds like fun,” she said, looking curious. “There's no reason to do so in here...let's go to the living room so you can sit on the couch and get comfortable.” She didn't say it out loud but she kind of wanted to relax as well and the couch was much more comfortable than the desk. Heath smirked, probably knowing this was her plan, but he carefully picked her up in one hand and walked them both to the living room and set himself on the couch.
He grabbed the remote from its holster on the wall as he went to the couch. He selected a radio station, and within moments more modern music was pulsed quietly in the background through the state of the art sound system hidden in the ceiling. He placed Aimee on the arm of the couch so they were closer to eye-level and rested his right arm behind her, so she had a living wall of sorts to lean against.
He unveiled the box of chocolates in his lap.
"So we're not tempted to cheat…" He took out the guide and placed it face-down on the coffee table.
"This one looks like a caramel to me." He took the liberty of going first, and hence giving her an example. Heath picked a dark chocolate one and popped it in his mouth. He chewed thoughtfully, speaking with a lump in his cheek. "Cherry."
Realizing she would have a hard time biting into any of these, Heath dug around in his pants pocket for the pocket knife he had picked up in advance.
“You mean so you're not tempted to cheat. How could I?” She started to laugh as she watched Heath start the game. He looked so adorable with his cheek puffed out like that so he could tell her that his guess was wrong. Why did he have to be so cute? He made it so hard for her not to say she loved him. Everything about him was so perfect from his hand resting against her to keep her balanced to the way his eyes lit up around her when he allowed himself to relax.
She shook her head when she realized it was her turn and started to glance over the box. Hmmm...a few dark chocolates, and even a few milk chocolates. What caught her eyes were the two or three white chocolate truffles. Aimee remembered a time when Wes and her ate chocolate and a lot of the white candies had something fruity and creamy inside. She pointed out to the white chocolate. “That one,” she said, looking extremely focused. “Raspberry.”
Aimee watched as Heath picked up the candy and started to inspect it. “Go for it,” she said, laughing. Heath cut into the piece and a light pink filling was inside. “I bet it's raspberry,” she said confidently. “It looks like it.”
"We'll see," he said, meticulously slicing a manageable sliver for Aimee. He let her take it off the blade of the pocket knife.
"What's our verdict?" He said, popping the other half of the truffle into his mouth. Raspberry filling oozed onto his tongue. She was looking rather smug over there as they both came to the same conclusion. "Right on your first try, not bad!"
"Let's see..." he hovered his hand over a dark chocolate one, then switched to a milk chocolate one with a leaf imprinted on it. "Espresso, maybe?"
“Doesn't look like espresso to me,” she said, shaking her head. “It's not looking too good for you, boss man.” She smiled though, enjoying the game. The chocolate was amazing, she could hardly believe that it had come from a drug store. It was like Heath was able to pick the best of anything no matter where he was. She wondered if she applied to that.
He cut it in half – white cream filled the inside. He chewed on one half while cutting another sliver for Aimee. He was wrong again. But the fun part about this game was that it never felt like losing when you were eating chocolate.
"Mm, you gotta try this one." In the spur of the moment, Heath had the tiny piece balanced on one fingertip and was already reaching over to basically feed her by hand. He realized what he was doing at the last second and blushed.
“It's raspberry,” she said, smacking her lips and licking her fingertips. “White chocolate usually has something fruity inside...in case you might end up needing my help,” Aimee said with a flirty wink.
She watched as Heath started to meticulously hover his hand over the chocolate pieces trying to decide what to pick next. Her lips pursed and it took everything she had not to giggle at him. “Are you sure you want to pick that?” she asked in a sing song voice as he almost picked a milk chocolate truffle. Without a word he switched to dark. “Espresso hmm?” she asked. She had to admit that it was a good guess. Dark chocolate pieces usually lended themselves to things such as raspberry fluff, orange or coffee.
And then suddenly a piece of chocolate was close to her face, balanced on Heath's fingertips. She started to reach forward with her hands before she let out a tiny cry of surprise as she lifted up her bad arm. Aimee glanced up at Heath, noticing his face was red. Without thinking, she leaned forward and took the piece of chocolate between her lips and lifted it off his fingertip. It was warm already from the heat on his skin and easily melted in her mouth. She let out a moan before smiling with a look of satisfaction.
“That's really good,” she said in a husky voice. “Thanks for the help.”
"Anytime..." he mumbled, drawing his hand back to himself slowly. He flexed it, as if her lips affected a residual tingling. "Your pick," he reminded her, trying to keep her from looking too much into the action. He routinely cut the piece she selected, and this time he brought it towards her on a fingertip, leaving it up to her how she went about it.
His expression was unreadable. Had she done something wrong? She watched with worry as he moved his finger around. Was he wishing that she hadn't done so? It was odd, Heath seemed to be conflicted. Instead of taking the new piece from his fingertip this time, she reached out and took it with one hand, trying not to let her negative worries take over. “I'm wrong this time,” she said, licking the milk chocolate off her fingers. “It's cherry, again.”
Heath smiled, but wrinkled his nose briefly. "I'll pass on that one, then."
He picked up a white one with a swirl of dark on top. "What do you think? Strawberry crème?" he was cheating; he already knew from a time before he'd tried a similar one.
“White chocolate?” she asked, looking carefully at the chocolate. “I would say either strawberry or orange cream.” She held out her hand for the piece of candy and Heath gently slid it against her hand with his fingertip. As she took it, she noticed that Heath had either been a little sloppy or maybe he was getting tired of the game because there was a smudge of chocolate left over on her hand.
As she started to lift up her hand to clean it off, she heard the loud clanking sound and her head jerked up to see Heath setting down the knife. “Heath?” she asked, curious about why he was stopping playing. Her eyes widened as Heath's hand descended upon her and he gently took her hand between his finger and thumb. “What're...what're you doing....”
By accident, he got her hands messy when he handed off the sliver. His eyes locked onto the little smear and a smirk lit up his face at the opportunity. He put the knife down so he could grasp her arm between a finger and thumb. His gentle grasp slid to her hand, carefully applying pressure and leaning down to kiss her hand. He never got over how little her fingers were. So delicate, perfect.
"Sorry, I know it can be a little messy."
She trailed off as Heath's face lowered towards her hands and his lips met her hand. “Oh...” she said, watching curiously as her hand and fingers practically disappeared around his lips. The chocolate disappeared and his tongue came through his lips to pick up the remnants of chocolate which remained. Aimee felt her heart pound. “It's okay,” she said, smiling with red cheeks. “I... I guess that's what happens when you play this game.”
"I don't mind getting my hands a little dirty. Better than never knowing..." He trailed off, reluctant to release her hand. It was so freaking small, sending the touch receptors in his fingertips haywire. But it was more than that; it was no longer just amazement. He loved her size, looked forward to the bizarre sensations she elicited.
"We can save the rest for another time." He replaced the lid on the chocolate box and set it on the table. "Oh hey, it's almost five! We can catch the game."
Heath left her side to stow the chocolate in the refrigerator. He returned with a Guinness and a tiny can of ginger ale (something he had been excited to find at a human-friendly corner store). Heath flipped through channels rapidly and picked one of several stations broadcasting the playoffs.
He sank back into the black leather sofa with a contented sigh and turned to look at Aimee, a small smile playing about his lips.
She smiled, though she was a little sad when he took his hand away. Goodness, she loved the feeling he gave her. He was so strong...and yet he was so careful with her. Aimee blushed to herself as he pulled his hand back and started to pack up the rest of the chocolates.
“Oh? Game?” Her face lit up as she started to remember what he was talking about. “Football! Niiiiice…” Aimee really did enjoy watching football. She didn't know everything about everything in the game, but she did know that it was a lot of fun. As Heath stood up to grab something’s (or so she assumed), she settled back in the couch cushions, feeling a slight chill when Heath wasn't close to her. Was it a change in temperate? Or was it something more than that?
When Heath returned, she couldn't help but smile. It wasn't the temperature in the house. It was him. He brought a warmth with him, along with his size, his beauty, his patience and his kindness. She felt honored to be with him, as she watched him settle. It was odd to be this low next to him, and her face flushed as she looked up. Why did he have to do these things to her?
“You look excited,” she said with a grin, watching as he opened his beer. She noticed a tiny thing in the palm of his hand and she tilted her head as she tilted her chin to get a better look. “Whatcha got there? It looks like it would be a little small for you.”
"The Patriots have a good chance of getting to the Super Bowl. The Jaguars' defense is a joke." He was a bit distracted by the commentary on the patriots' quarterback. He continued to pinch the little green can between a finger and thumb until her question finally sank in.
“I think I know about the Jags,” she said, trying to show that she understood what he was talking about. “One of the worst quarterbacks I’ve ever seen and they just keep letting him start.”
"Oh." He suddenly smirked. "Actually, this is for you—" he started to teasingly hand her the beer bottle twice her height. She made a face at him and he smiled wider, backing off. He lowered the ginger ale down to her. Heath held still as her itty fingers wedged themselves between the pads of his fingertips and the soda he offered.
"There's this little convenience store I never saw before... On my jog yesterday, I bought a couple human sized snacks. Forgot to tell you."
“Oh nice,” Aimee said, relieved to actually hold something designed for something her size. It was still a little larger than a normal can would be in Heath’s fingers but at least it wasn’t a bucket of soda. She gently pried the can open and took a sip as Heath started to pay attention to the commentary, following his lead and doing the same.
“You didn’t have to do that,” she said, though it was obvious that she approved as she used her good hand to take a few sips. “Ohhhh…but this is good,” she said with a smile as she tried to get comfortable on the arm of the couch. It was a little difficult with the can in her good hand, but she managed, crossing her legs.
Even though he was still wearing his slightly wrinkled work shirt, anyone could tell that Heath was completely relaxed. Even when he wasn't smiling, there was a positive energy surrounding him. He snorted in agreement with her statement about the Jaguars. It was pretty cool that she knew about this stuff at all.
Her stomach rumbled quietly and she realized that she was hungry again…but Heath had just sat down. She took another hearty gulp from the can. “What do you say to a little pregame bet?” she asked, turning to look at him.
His eyebrows shot up at the offer and Heath tore his eyes away from the screen to give her an intrigued grin.
"Name your terms."
“Hmmm…well personally I’ve always found that watching football games can be made even more interesting with some wagers.” She rested the can of ginger ale between her legs so it wouldn’t spill. “Since neither of us are expecting very much from the Jags, I say we focus on the Pats. How about if the Jags score a running touchdown you have to tell me something about yourself. If the Jags score a throwing touchdown, then I’ll you something about me.”
Heath looked intrigued, so she decided to continue. “However…if the Pats score a running touchdown…you can give me a kiss…anywhere you want. And if the Pats score a passing touchdown, I can kiss you wherever I want.” Her face grew a shade pink, but she pressed on. “What do you say, boss man? Is there anything else you would like to add to the terms?” She grinned over at him, pursing her lips as though daring him to add something else.
Heath slowly grinned. She certainly knew how to get his attention.
"That definitely does spice things up." He leaned down a bit towards her. "How about we add a little more...weight to the wager? If the Patriots make three field goals within 40 minutes, you'll give me that dance you owe me. If they don't..." His eyes glinted at her, curiosity and wondering. His free hand closed around her – under her knees and around her back, and moved her forcibly to his lap. "I'm not putting you down for the rest of the night.
Yeah. Like that was really a bad thing for anyone.
Aimee smirked. “Sounds like a win-win for you, Heath,” she said, letting out a tiny yelp when Heath swept her off the arm of the couch and placed her down. “But I guess you’re used to always having things your way,” she teased, relieved that she had managed to grab her ginger ale. She took a heavy sip and then looked at the TV. “Hmmm…those are some rough terms, boss man…” she tapped her chin in thought, pretending to think about it.
"Now you're catching on," he said. In this case, he fully intended to have his way. It wasn't like Aimee minded.
Her head snapped up and her smile was wide. “I think I’ll agree to these terms,” she mused. “Besides, you’re just too comfy to pass up. Warm, too,” Aimee continued, getting herself comfortable and making sure that her injured shoulder had room to breathe. “I don’t recall ever saying that I owed you a dance though,” she said. “When exactly did I say that?”
He looked down when debated, having assumed she would already consent. For a split second, he was worried she was upset with him. Then she was beaming up at him. His heart fluttered and he gave her a lopsided smile in return. Heath had to focus to remain relaxed as the tiny girl shifted atop him. Not because it made him uncomfortable, just the opposite. But he knew she could feel everything he did.
Heath heard her last question as he was tilting back a satisfying swallow of the dark beer. He smirked and leaned back in his seat.
"You didn't," he said. "I decided it myself. Not a bad way to be in my debt, right?"
He smiled somewhat cockily and glanced up at the screen.
Even though it hadn't been more than twenty minutes, he felt like it was satisfying some undisclosed desire as he lightly cupped her midsection. Her arms draped over the curled fingers and the tiny can rested in her hands on his knuckle.
Aimee knew that she had to start paying close attention to the game. She wouldn’t put it past Heath to trick her into thinking she had lost some part of the wager, not that she cared, but she still wanted to be on top of this. As Heath settled in to watch the game, she did the same, keeping her can close by and occasionally lifting it up to her lips to enjoy the spicy soft drink.
As she moved around, she could occasionally feel Heath looking down at her, giving her such a cute smile. Cute. Heath was charming. Heath was charismatic. Did people know how adorable he could be? She smiled, motioning towards the TV. “The game’s over there, boss man, shouldn’t you be being attention to the Pats?” she teased when their eyes met occasionally.
“It’s a terrible way to be in your debt!” she squeaked out when he shifted away from him. The can of pop almost slipped from her hand but she held tight and tried to tilt up her head to get a better look at hm. “I…I can’t dance in front of you! I’ll make a complete fool of myself…especially with my shoulder…” she trailed off as Heath looked down and gave her a knowing look. Damn. Heath wouldn’t judge her and she knew that.
“We’ll just have to see how the game goes, then, won’t we?” she said, challenging him. “Which for the record…is over there!” she blurted out with a laugh, pointing at the screen again so he would stop looking at her. When he looked at her like that, it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep her feelings to herself. Harder to deny how she felt simply by not coming out and saying it.
Her face blanched slightly as one of the Patriots running backs broke a tackle and scrambled into the endzone. “Since when do the Pats scored running touchdowns?” she said, surprised before she looked up at Heath. “Well a deal’s a deal…” she said. “You owe me a kiss.”
Heath's smile quieted and he returned his attention to the game. Not hard other sucked into. He didn't really complain in front of Aimee because he knew how sensitive she could be... But he had missed this bit of his old bachelor routine: kicking back with a beer and the game. It was nice to be able to share this part of his life with her.
His beer sat half-finished on the coffee table. Realization struck him as he watched the player run into the end zone. It went to commercial next, giving him his opportunity. He could kiss her anywhere he wanted....
She lifted her head up to get a better look at Heath as he apparently started to muse it over. What was he thinking about? She smiled at how deep in thought he was. Was he really taking this so seriously? The thought warmed her heart as his deep voice reverberated around her, making her stomach feel like it was full of butterflies as his hand shifted and he scooped her up.
Aimee watched as his eyes danced over her tiny frame. What was he considering? She had expected a kiss on the cheek…maybe his lips brushing against her neck…she shuddered at the thought of what he would do. His eyes fell on her lips…and then lower. She swallowed. It took everything she had not to say something but he seemed so focused, she didn’t want to ruin in.
Heath picked her up and brought her up to eyelevel. Ice blue irises danced over her head to toe, not a detail of her appearance missed at such close range. He thought about kissing her shoulder, but the potential to hurt it in the process wasn't a risk he wanted to take. It would ruin the moment. Her lips, a given, but that was nothing too unexpected. And he wanted to surprise her. Somehow. He wisely decided against her chest, and then he looked at her legs. He pinched the edge of her nightgown and pulled it up, folded over her mid-thigh so he could see her calves. Heath fingered the inside of her calf, feeling the irregular line of scar tissue. With an air of reverence, the giant angled his head carefully and kissed her scar.
“H-Heath,” she said in a nervous voice, wondering what his decision was going to be. She felt her face redden as his finger stayed close and her eyes lifted to meet his but he was so intent on his action that she lowered them immediately to watch what he was going to do. A tiny gasp of surprise escaped her lips as his rough fingertip brushed against her leg…all the way to the scar.
“N-n…no…you don’t have to do that,” she whispered, hardly able to catch her breath when she finally understood. He…he was going to kiss her scar. That deformed skin. She wanted to squirm but her bad shoulder and Heath’s look made it almost impossible. She pinched her eyes shut as his face lowered and his lips touched the scar, making let out a huge sigh. As she watched, she pushed some of her hair away from her face so she could watch the movement. Every hair on her arms stood on end as his lips lingered there before he pulled away.
Heath raised his head, but stayed close. Probably uncomfortably, Unattractively close, but he just... Wanted to be near her.
“You…” she started to say, looking up at him, her eyes watery for some reason. “You didn’t have…” she trailed off as she kept looking at him. He had chosen the one place that meant the world to her. She felt her expression soften, wiping a stray away with her thumb as she smiled softly. “T-thank you, Heath,” she said in a raspy voice, hardly above a whisper. “You’re…” she shook her head, coughing out a laugh. “You just never cease to surprise me, you know.”
"That's the goal."