Take Me Home Aimee II: Fifteen
Heath wasn't a master sailor, but the Decade was pretty straightforward in its controls. As of right now it seemed as though the Decade was the only thing that was straightforward. He really liked Aimee, but he was tired of her acting like deep down he was a monster
He softened when he recalled the many verbal and even physical errors he had made because of her size.
After several minutes, a door opened distantly, and so after followed the sound of the giant approaching.
"Hey." He braced himself on either side the doorframe leading to the lounge, no further. Just popping in. "Just wanted to give you heads up, there's going to be a bit of a jerk when we dock in a few minutes."
Aimee looked up when she heard Heath’s voice, still feeling ashamed for what she had said earlier. “Heath…” she started to explain herself but when he didn’t move from the door frame, she felt herself slump down a bit. He must have still been upset with her. And honestly he had every reason to be.
“The reason I said sorry earlier is because I just want to be perfect for you,” she spilled quickly right as Heath asked her if she wanted him to hold her steady when they docked.
Aimee was relieved and excited that he would even offer. “I do…” she admitted. “I always do, but I can understand if you don’t want to because of what I said earlier. Heath, please don’t think I meant anything by it other than I just hate that there’s something wrong with me. This scar…it’s a sign of weakness. It shows I’m breakable and I don’t want you to ever think that way about me. I take it back, but I don’t think you took it the right way.”
She slid to the edge of the couch cushion and stood up, not caring if the rocking of the boat, made her sway a bit. Sea sickness crept up in her now that the boat was moving, but she tried to keep her words firm. “I just…I never told anyone about it,” she admitted. “Not even Wes. I told you because I wanted you to know something no one else knew about me, even if was something I was ashamed of.”
As she desperately tried to explain herself before Heath left, he was moving. He was so large that it only took a few steps until he was standing right in front of her. Though her heart hiccupped with the change, she kept going, not letting the words stop. She had to explain. When she was finished, she was relieved when she saw Heath’s hand coming towards her and bringing that touch again which still took her breath away.
The moment her words rung out, Heath's face froze, the gears spinning rapidly in his head. Then he was advancing toward her with each word more that gushed from her, until he was standing directly over her. He slipped one hand under the crook of her knees and ushered the rest of her atop his palm with the other hand.
"You know I can hardly resist holding you." He had the back of curled fingers repeatedly down her back in a soothing motion. "Even if I was majorly pissed, I would never abandon you if you needed me." He felt like he was explaining to a small child for a moment or two, but when Aimee met his gaze, that spark returned to his eyes.
"If that's the case, why you mentioned the scar… honored that you trust me with it." He leaned down and suddenly his chin was brushing her cheek as he kissed the top of her head, smoothing the sun-dried waves with his thumb as he raised his head. "I want you just the way you are, Aimee."
He had to head back to the control room then; they were right on top of the docking area.
“Thank you, Heath,” she said breathlessly, enjoying the touch of his gentle fingers going up and down her back. “It is the case. I don’t like talking about it. I just…I just want to be good for you, you know?” She gave him a crooked smile, growing shy. “And besides, if I was so embarrassed, I wouldn’t have shown you in the first place. You know I hate my legs.” What she wanted was to tell Heath she wanted him to kiss her, make new memories of that horrible scar but the words wouldn’t come.
All as well, she felt Heath lean towards him and gently kiss the top her head, the warm stubble against her cheek. She smiled up at him as he pulled away, her eyes not carrying the same innocence as they usually did. “The feeling is definitely mutual, Heath,” she said in a breathy tone. She was already starting to get ideas.
Things she had never considered before.
As Heath started to move again, her mind wandered. Being this size wasn’t all together terrible if she got to be with Heath and he liked her just the way she was, but it did add some complications. She couldn’t make any sort of move on him without asking him first. She would have to think of a way to overcome this. She wanted to kiss his lips. The only question was…how?
Two men from the marina staff hurried out to fasten the yacht to its position along the dock. Heath came out to help them. Once it was secure, they hustled back inside the station further along the dock; the sky opened up, drizzling a grey sheet of rain upon the waterfront. Heath went back for Aimee and his personal effects.
Clutching her tightly to him, he jogged to the parking lot and got into the blessed sanctity of his car. While Aimee was damp around the edges, Heath had gotten soaked. His shirt became semi-transparent, clinging to him in an uncomfortable manner. Once the rain was muffled behind the glass and metal, he finally lifted his hand at the top to reveal Aimee, looking a bit squished but otherwise no worse for the wear.
"You holding up alright?" he asked, slightly out of breath, but smiling regardless.
As the rain started to come down, Aimee felt herself growing a bit nervous but Heath must have felt it because he pulled her closer to his chest. She felt a few drops get caught in her hair and on her clothes, but for the most part, she was doing okay. There was no thunder or lightning yet, so she wasn’t very frightened. She felt Heath shift and caught the sounds of him getting back into his car and smiled when his face filled her vision.
“You’re asking me? You’re the one who’s soaked!” she noted with a smile, noticing how his shirt was pretty clear, revealing what always looked like an amazing body. She stood up in his hand and shook out her hair and started to squeeze tiny droplets of water out from her clothes. “No…I’m okay, I’m fine. It’s the thunder that I can’t stand. I don’t have a major problem with the rain.”
Once she was starting to feel a bit dry, she tilted her head at Heath. He hadn’t started the car yet and she couldn’t help herself…he looked so good. She bit on her tiny lower lip, her blues dancing from his torso all the way up to his damp and slightly frizzy hair thanks to the rain.
“H-Heath…” she said slowly as he started to reach to start the car. “Hold on a moment.”
And then she had an idea!
“You have something on your face,” she lied. As he went to reach for it with his spare hand she spoke up. “No! I mean…I can get it for you…it’s just right there…just let me wipe it off.” He looked suspicious but did as she requested and started to raise his hand up close to his lips. Before she could talk herself out of his, she reached forward and grabbed each side of his mouth with her hands and planted her lips against his, closing her eyes for a moment before she pulled away, looking sheepish.
His eyes wanted to open wide and flutter shut simultaneously. Initially, he...well, he wasn't sure what to think! It had happened so fast. He stared down at her for a moment after, knowing she needed an answer soon. He fought to imagine how he might react if she were a giantess... If they had been on several dates and she had initiated a kiss. Aimee as a giantess – now that was weird. But yet...
"What was that for?" he asked in a breathless chuckle, not sounding displeased by it at all. If anything, he looked confused…flustered.
She wasn’t exactly expecting Heath to sweep her up in his arms – if such a thing were even possible – but she was a little caught off guard by his reaction. As she watched him stumble to find the right words, the right response, she felt herself physically droop when he didn’t respond right away.
Had she done something wrong?
What was he thinking about?
Aimee stirred nervously in his hand, not sure what to say since a speechless Heath was such a rarity. And then…he laughed at her. She couldn’t tell what kind of laugh it was, but it was definitely a laugh. She desperately tried to clamp down on the automatic negative thoughts circling her mind as he chuckled at her, willing herself not look too much into it. He had said to give things a shot!
She gripped her hands into tiny fists and looked away from him. Though he didn’t look upset about it, he didn’t look like he knew what to think about it. Her cheeks grew red.
“It…I just…” she stammered over her words, not able to form a coherent thought. “It wasn’t for anything,” she admitted in a quiet voice. “We should probably head home before the thunder starts.”
He ignored her last bit about leaving for now. His free hand no longer even rested on the keys.
Heath followed her every movement. She was embarrassed, that much he could tell.
As she lowered her head, she realized her mistake. Just as she was about to apologize for doing something completely unacceptable she felt herself being raised back up towards Heath’s face and then…
He had hesitated too long and ruined her picture-perfect moment. Still, there was something to be salvaged. Rain pattered relentlessly on the windshield as he steeled his resolve. Swiftly and silently, he leaned down to press a kiss to her cheek. Then he shifted along with her surprised movements and kissed her lips.
He withdrew a few inches; looking the closest to insecure she had ever seen him. His lips brushed against her cheek. It was so soft…so tender that she closed her eyes and smiled.
"I... umm. Was that... Weird?"
She nodded up at him, looking a bit dazed and for once Heath looked just as flustered as she did. It was odd, but she really liked it. But that wasn’t all he did. He shifted her again in his hand, and suddenly his lips were touching hers. With the slightest bit of pressure she realized that this wasn’t a mistake. Heath was actually returning the kiss. She felt her eyes go wide as he pulled her away and she swallowed hesitantly.
“No…” she said, smiling and tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. “It wasn’t weird at all. It was…” she lowered her head and her smile widened. “It was really good.”
He smiled back in a flash of white teeth. Then a particular quiet fell between them, and slowly, they both leaned towards each other once again. Every movement seemed quieter with the rain outside. He was more tentative and far gentler than he normally would be with mouth-kisses. But he quickly realized as their lips touched a second time that there was little he could do to enhance the kiss. He blushed when he realized his lips were practically covering half her face. But if she liked it...he would get used to this.
"I feel like I’m back in middle school all over again..." He chuckled self-consciously afterwards.
She blushed like crazy when he smiled at her, her heart pounding too. It was incredible. It felt like the world was standing still for the two of them. Noticing that he was pulling her closer, she leaned forward in his hand as their lips met again. She reached out and held his face closer to her, even though she couldn’t actually hold him, but dipped her head so he could kiss her as he wanted. Aimee liked that he was the one in control. She took a chance and gently tickled the corner of his mouth with her thumb as their lips met, hoping to make it more enjoyable for him.
He pulled her away, and she realized hairline was a bit damp from his kiss, but she didn’t care and only wiped it away with a breathless smile. “Middle school?”
"Yeah, like a beginner," he said distractedly. The ghost of her tiny lips and fingertips replayed over his skin.
She felt Heath chuckle at her curiosity as he started to lower her towards her passenger seat, but hesitated. She looked up at him. “You know I love sitting in your lap,” she teased. “So I don’t even know why you’re thinking about it.”
"Well, I’m soaked to the bone, for starters. I'm gonna get you wet..." Still, he wasn’t objecting to holding her close, and he brought her to his lap before starting the car.
Driving in the rain required both his hands more often than usual, but when he could spare a hand, he lowered it immediately to Aimee. Each and every time it made him smile a little; because she embraced his touch, let him feel her and reassure her that she was not forgotten about despite his focus elsewhere.
Aimee shook her head. “I don’t mind,” she said softly, looking towards the car window. She could see that the sky was darkening and though she was hoping it was only paranoia, she thought she felt a light rumble for thunder from a ways a way. Would it be terrible for a week of warm weather and sunshine? She thought to herself. “I’ll probably take a bath when we get back, so long as it’s not storming,” she said off-handedly.
As Heath lowered her down to his lap, she couldn’t help but smile. Yes, he was wet but she honestly didn’t mind. She snuggled up against his firm abdomen and created a tiny nook for herself as he drove, trying not to distract him as she heard the rain starting to come down harder as they got closer to home.
She did enjoy the light touches that Heath gave her though once in a while. It was like he was trying to say that she was never far from her mind. She smiled and rubbed his thumb once in a while when his hand descended, remembering the kiss from earlier. He didn’t seem against it, so that was definitely a good sign. He even called himself a beginner.
For a moment, words bumbled in her throat. Words that she thought she would never say again after she left Wes, but feeling Heath’s hand…she started to wonder if it were possible. She decided not to let her mind dwell on it too much as another rumble of thunder surrounded her and she gripped Heath’s wet shirt and pulled it more tightly around her.
"You're making it worse for yourself…" He pointed out from above, glancing down as she wrapped herself in the cold wetness of his untucked shirt. But she was so cute; he couldn't help but smile to himself. It was still sinking in. That even though he was driving the same road he had nearly all his life now...it was different. He had kissed her. It was strange and new and tantalizing. And she didn’t even seem to mind how awkward his aim had been initially.
They pulled into the driveway and Heath made a break for it, keys in one hand, human in the other. Finally, the door shut behind them and they were home. He let out a sigh of relief to be back in his private sanctuary. It was ominously dark with the storm providing no exterior light, but a few taps of a light switch fixed that. He slipped out of his shoes at the door so he didn't leave puddles everywhere. A bit of a formality really, with how his clothes were dripping constantly.
"Alright... So you're taking a bath," he said, flipping on the master bathroom light over the sink and turning on the hot water tap. He watched Aimee step off onto the counter out of the corner of his eye. There was just something about watching someone so small move so naturally that would never cease to fascinate him. "I'm going to get out of these clothes before I turn into a clam." He smiled and left her with the sink filling up. "Time a shout when you're decent." With a wink and a lingering glance, he was gone.
Aimee shook her head at him as she watched him go. So they had kissed. They had finally kissed! Like really kissed! She wasn’t sure why but the thought brought an amazing and genuine smile to her face. Not wanting to waste any time with the storm coming though, she quickly slipped out from her wet clothes and jumped in the hot water which filled the sink. Ahhh…so much better. Now she could think for a moment.
She heard the rain as it continued to pour outside and this wasn’t a problem for her, and even now she was starting to get used to a little thunder as it rolled it, but when a bolt of lightning lit up the entire bathroom, she let out a terrified squeak and started to scramble out from the sink. You weren’t supposed to be in water during a storm! With this realization she quickly started to change into a pair of loose black pants and a tiny red v-neck shirt, keeping her eyes shut because the storm was getting closer now, the lightning becoming more and more frequent.
As soon as she was dressed, she quickly slipped the dry part of the washcloth over her head to try and seal out the sights and sounds of the storm and hid in the corner of the bathroom counter. She covered her ears as the thunder grew louder, trying to seal herself off from the rest of the world.
Heath looked over the top of his book towards the bathroom door. He had heard the tell-tale splashing of the human scrambling out of the sink...but she didn't call for him. He waited several more minutes, finished his chapter before he decided something was up. If she wasn't dressed by now, that was her own problem.
"Aimee?" He knocked politely, and then pressed his ear to the crack between the frame and the door. He thought he heard an answer, but it was hard to tell. It was such a muffled sound, he could have imagined it.
"I'm going to take that as a 'come in'..." he announced. Still, he opened the door slowly as he entered. He stepped up to the sink, frowning faintly when she wasn't the first thing she saw. In fact... she wasn't out in the open, which was for sure. "A bit old for hide and go seek aren't we?" he joked, rolling up the sleeve of his New England Patriots shirt so he could pull out the antique drain at the bottom of the sink. A miniature whirlpool collected the remnants of the bath and sucked them down the drain.
Heath scanned the glossy marble countertop. There was just the one row of lights over the sink on. A bottle of hand-soap, the tiny human vanity along the left side... minuscule shampoo and conditioners left by the faucet... and the washcloth in the corner. He saw her shoes sticking out at the bottom and smiled to himself. He had spotted her.
But she didn't know that.
He picked it up and her with it, and held it out to the side, pretending to look beneath it on the counter. "Geesh, could she even get to the floor from here?" He lowered the hand to his side, feeling her squirm a little in his grip.
Aimee was so busy covering her ears from the storm, she hadn’t even noticed the booming sounds of Heath entering the bathroom. For a moment, she paused and heard his gentle voice, but she still couldn’t bring herself to reveal herself from her hiding place. It was safe in there, and warm. She caught the thundering footsteps as Heath came close to where she was barricading herself.
Hiding? Did he really think that she was hiding for fun? Her nose scrunched up at the thought as she caught the sounds of the sink draining. As she was about to reveal herself, suddenly her safe haven was lifted and she could hear Heath speaking again.
“I’m not on the floor,” she said, practically a grumble now as she shifted to reveal herself. “I probably could be if I wanted to but I’m in here!” she said, trying to make her presence known. She continued to move until her face appeared through a tiny gap in the washcloth only to see Heath’s face; a tiny smirk.
His mischievous grin softened to a look of understanding. He brought her up to chest level in a cupped palm, gently tugging the towel out of her hands and folding it sloppily on the edge of the sink.
“Very funny, boss man,” she groaned, smiling as she realized that Heath probably knew where she was the entire time. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hide but it started to light up in here like World War III and I just…I didn’t think my voice would carry far enough.”
"It is starting to pick up out there," he mused. He flicked off the light. His steps were a little lighter without his usual shoes on. "I'm better than a washcloth, right?"
The heat from the bath still radiated from her skin, and he noticed.
"You're hotter than me right now. Guess you'll have to be the one to keep me warm, huh?" He smiled, clutching her in a brief hug to his chest. He was always concerned about using too much force, but was confident that he was pretty controlled.
She felt herself lifted and pressed against his chest in a warm embrace. It was so much like a hug despite the size differences so she reached out and pulled his t-shirt around her, enjoying the warmth. “You’ve got to be kidding,” she laughed. “Boss man, you’re like a walking incinerator compared to me.” She nuzzled against his chest, enjoying the contact and closed her eyes. This way at least she couldn’t see the lightning as anything more than flashes behind her eyelids.
“You are just barely better than a washcloth,” she said in a teasing voice, only wincing at bit as thunder rumbled in the hallways as he walked.
She looked up to see Heath looking at her curiously and she smirked. “Why don’t you take a picture?” she said with a shy laugh. It was obvious that she was still nervous at the storm but was starting to at least try her best to ignore it. It was a rarity. Heath really did have a soothing effect on her.
“I’m telling you…I’m really looking forward to winter,” she said as she felt him start to walk into another room. “Would you believe me if I said that I actually like snow storms?”
"Nah, I'll buy it," he said, walking into the kitchen. He turned on one row of the high overhead lights, but not both; going for a less harsh ambience. After managing to fill the bright blue teakettle with water, he set Aimee on her feet on a counter. Heath crossed the kitchen in a few long steps to open up the cabinet in which he kept the plastic organizer full of human scaled dishes and cutlery. The first teacup he grabbed broke. He must have pinched the thin handle too hard.
"Damn," he muttered, pickling up a new one. "So if you can survive autumn with me, there's this ski lodge in Colorado I used to go with Sarah every winter. Kinda became a tradition. Six feet of powder, every year, and a view of the Rockies at your front door."
He moved around the kitchen with ease, able to be fast and relaxed at the same time. His mug dwarfed hers, set next to each other on the counter.
As Aimee watched Heath work, she was a little surprised when one of the cups he grabbed practically shattered in his hand. She swallowed. It really was incredible that something so strong could be soft and so gentle with her. She was touched…though she did feel bad that he had to clean it up and pick out a new one for her.
“Ski lodge?” she repeated. It wasn’t that she didn’t know what this was, she was just surprised that he had mentioned going somewhere with her. “But that’s after two weeks…” she started to say before shaking her head. Even if things didn’t work out, she hoped that they would still be friends. And all that snow sounded amazing. “I mean…I wouldn’t want to take any memories of places you have with Sarah away. Are you sure it’s okay?”
She knew that her question was borderline, but when it came to memories, she really di have the best intentions. However, she remembered about her scar and how she wanted to think about something good when she looked at it instead of something terrible. Aimee rubbed the back of her neck, for once, processing something the whole way through instead of jumping to conclusions.
"Making new memories doesn't erase the good ones you already have left." Heath gave her a smile that made him look a couple years older for a moment. Just like she'd never forget Wes, Sarah would be permanently engrained into his memory.
“You’re right…it really doesn’t,” she said with a small smile. She glanced over at Heath and saw that he really did mean what he said. Wes was never truly gone and neither was Sarah, despite the different circumstances of each of their relationships. They were happy together now, and they would be for at least two more weeks.
“You know what?” she asked, looking up at him with soft eyes. “That would be incredible, Heath. I’m not exactly a snow bunny but that sounds like a lot of fun. I would love to go with you sometime this winter.”
"Great!" He beamed. "We'll need to get you some serious layers though... And maybe I can commission some skis from Bernie..." He started to get ahead of himself. When he caught himself in the act, he gave her a broad, sheepish smile again and glanced away. He tilted his head a little at her, watching her process discreetly, while turning her tiny teacup with the very tip of his finger. What was running through that pretty head of hers?
Judging by Heath’s reaction to her desire to go skiing with him really did warm her heart. She hadn’t expected him to be so excited about going with her! She started to laugh a bit like he did to her when she started to get ahead of herself. “I see you’re excited about it,” she giggled. When he turned to look at her, she could tell that he was a little embarrassed. “Aww…don’t turn away,” she said with a mock pout. “I like when you care about things so openly…it…it really makes me happy.”
"You like tea right? I guess I should’ve asked..."
Aimee perked up. “I love tea,” she said. “Actually more than I like coffee. Tea is actually something that I know a little bit about,” she said proudly. As she took the tiny offered cup from Heath she smiled as she blew off the steam and took a slow slip. “I can only imagine how good something like this will taste in Colorado…” she trailed off, blushing. “I mean…it’s really good. Thank you.”
He laughed self-consciously at her remark. Despite everything he'd shared with her this soon, Heath was still a pretty private person. It made him realize that he was still caving into Aimee, bit by bit. Trusting her with another facet of him and his imperfections every day.
"Oh, you're a tea guru huh?" He waggled his eyebrows at her. "Careful with this one, it's got a bit of a kick. Imported from India."
He watched her over the brim of his mug as he raised his own tea to his lips.
Aimee tilted her head to the side as Heath choked out his laugh. It really was interesting to see him opening up to her like this. With Wes it had been so easy, he had wanted to open up to her, he had wanted a friend, but with Heath, it was more of a struggle. She was more than happy to keep earning his trust if she occasionally got moments like this.
“Haha, I wouldn’t say that I’m a tea guru, but I have drunk a lot of tea in my day. One of Wes’s friends mom owned a private tea shop downtown near the college he went to. Since I’m so small, I got to try a lot of samples for her to help out.” She smiled at the memory before her eyes widened. “Oh but you weren’t kidding! This is much stronger than I’m used to. I’m more of a blueberry and pineapple tea kinda girl.” She continued sipping, knowing that it might make her a little hyper, but that was fine.
“So…” she mused as she took a seat on the kitchen counter. “I don’t think we ever formally discussed this, but what exactly do you do, Heath? I’m curious. If you really do want go to work with you, I would rather not just be a clueless human ornament sitting at your desk. Is there any way you could just give me a general rundown?”
Heath set down his mug a good distance from her on the counter, and leaned one arm a foot before her as he mulled over the question. If he was being honest with himself, just keeping him company was kinda all he wanted from her at work. It wasn't like she could really help at her size...he admired her gusto, though, as always.
"Well, I basically own Windstrom Industries. As you may have guessed, it's a family business. Founded by my grandfather, passed the reigns to my father... And me, from him. The company is actually made up of several smaller subsidiaries; like, medical, entertainment, applied sciences, shipping... You get the picture. Being CEO, the petty pencil pushing is delegated to other employees. But any major decisions involving direction or deals have to pass through me first. Which means a lot of reading, legal-ese, and meetings."
He spoke knowledgeably and proudly. Not because of his title, but because of what he had accomplished. She never knew how the city and even the company itself had doubted his abilities when his father passed three years ago. He had proved them wrong.
“Wow…” Aimee said, surprised and actually quite impressed. “I never knew anyone who owned an entire company before.” She shook her head and continued to take small sips of her tea, enjoying the taste though it was a bit strong for her. Something had caught her interest though and though Heath kind of breezed over it, Heath’s youth was the reason for her question.
But you’re so young…why isn’t your father the CEO, still?” She shrunk up a bit, wondering if her question was too personal. “I mean…obviously you must be doing a good job…I just wonder how you got roped into something so young.” Come to think of it, he had never really mentioned his father before, even on the rare occasions he talked about his job or was there.
When Heath didn’t answer her right away, she stopped drinking her tea and looked up at Heath. She arched a brow, but he still didn’t respond. Actually he seemed a million miles away now. Had she asked something wrong? “I mean…” she started to back pedal, trying to figure what she might have said to cause him to make a face like that.
"He's dead," Heath said plainly. He could see the all-too-familiar pity welling up in her toy blue eyes, and he held up a hand to prevent the predicative comfort.
"Save your breath. His stockholders mourned him more than I did."