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