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M Academy Lark's Encounters XIV

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M Academy:  Lark’s Encounters XIV

“W-what?” Lark squealed as her feet landed on the carpet.  She staggered backwards to find Julian still kneeling in front of her.  Hell, her face was still hot from his promise not to hurt her!  And now he expect her to…he was counting!  Oh God!  “I’m going!  I’m going!” she squeaked loudly as she waded through the carpet to get away from him.  “This is a sick game of hide and seek, Julian!” she shouted over her shoulder.  But it wasn’t a malicious cry.  Honestly, she was shocked that the full-grown man was actually counting.
And where was she supposed to hide?  Once Julian’s looming form finally covered his eyes and started counting backwards from fifteen again she realized that he was completely serious.  Her eyes darted around the floor and tried to find someplace.  The stairs?  Too far away.  Under the couch or chair?  To predictable… but wait!
She ran to the couch anyways and her head shot up.  Bingo!  There were a couple wooden planks to support the chair and any occupants.  By climbing up there and hiding there was no way he could find her so easily.  She wouldn’t be on the ground…well…she still sort of would be…but he probably wouldn’t think to look there.  He probably didn’t think she would brave enough.
She finally began to understand why Julian wanted someone athletic as a tiny.  Slightly thick or not, Lark was surprisingly strong and easily hoisted herself off the floor and tucked herself on top of one of those wooden planks.  She practically stopped breathing when she heard Julian finish his counting.
3…2…1
Let the games begin.
The first step was the loudest. The floor creaked under his weight and for the first time he was aware of it.
"How far could those little legs get you?" he thought aloud for her benefit. The first place he checked was under the couch, then under the coffee table and the chair.
To hear his thunderous steps around her and know that he didn’t even know where she was…it was incredibly exhilarating.  In her hiding spot she felt safe…but she had still almost let out a squeal of surprise when his huge face filled the gap under the couch as he looked for her.
"What are you going to do when I find you?" He drawled in a lazy voice, eyes scanning the floor as he listened for any sound.
Under the couch prooved to be a good hiding spot.  He had missed her somehow!  She beamed proudly when his face pulled away and those loud, powerful steps filled her tiny ears again.
It was actually kind of fun.  It wasn’t like being ignored.  In fact, she could tell just how much he wanted to find her.  But she wasn’t going to give herself up so easily.  But then his question made her snicker quietly and she quickly had to cover her mouth with her hands.  What was she going to do?  Or rather…what was HE going to do?  She tried to hold her breath as she heard his shoes shift on the hardwood floor.  Had he somehow heard her?
Julian frowned, swiveling his gaze here and there. He looked behind the lamp, even flipped through the pages of the newspaper on the low, bottom shelf of the coffee table. He did the math in his head.
"I know you're in the living room. I'm gonna find you eventually," he promised her. Three entire minutes had passed. He thought this would be super easy but… "Damn you're good at this." He took a seat on the edge of the couch – and immediately jumped to his feet.
For a moment she was so sure that he had given up.  As she was inwardly patting herself on the back a heavy weight rocked overhead and she let out a shout without thinking.  Of course he would sit on the couch eventually!  Why hadn’t she thought that far ahead?  As she quickly covered her mouth she realized it was probably too late and as her head shot up to look ahead she noticed those massive shoes planted on the carpet and eventually his knees.
She tried ducking farther into the shadows but it was no use.  A hand…a hand that almost looked entirely too large to be real was coming right at her!  She let out another scream, half-joking, half-serious as those humungous fingers closed around her and she as completely smothered in warm, darkness.  She was so small that she could fit into his fist.  It had taken some effort last week but this Friday…it was effortless.
That had been a squeak. A human noise, under the couch. He dropped to the floor and swept his arm under the dusty space until he spotted the organic shape amongst planks.
"Gotcha!" He grinned, pulling her out and completely closing her inside his fist.
“You…you got me!” Lark said in a loud voice as her world shifted as the giant moved.  She was a little overwhelmed by the quickness of his movements and it was especially disconcerting in the dark.  But she did her best to remain strong as she finally felt Julian stop moving around.
But he didn’t open up his fist quite yet.  A thrill of nervousness ran through her.  “What…what are you going to do now?”
"Mmm... Hard to say," Julian's voice rumbled through her confinement. A gentle smirk tugged at his lips as he sat up on the floor, sitting against the couch. "There's a lot of options..." He held his hand under eye level for a moment, focusing solely on the tantalizing feeling of her tiny breathing, her heart beating under his coiled fingers. Slowly, he opened up his hand and revealed the three inch girl curled up within.
"There's nothing like it, you know...holding you like this," Julian admitted, his heart beating steadily.
“I bet,” Lark whole-heartedly agreed.  She glanced around her surface area and relished in the idea that it was only the surface of his palm.  “Your hand looks so much bigger even than last time…” she trailed off as she started to slide her own hand around in his.  She could feel every twitch, every groove and every callous.  “It’s actually…sometimes a little overwhelming to be this small,” she said with a smile.  It wasn’t that she as scared, just making conversation with a moving mountain.  “You wouldn’t think an inch or two would even be such a big deal…but I would love to be the size of that friend’s tiny right now.”
"It really changes things for you that much, huh?" Julian answered with a contemplative expression. He scratched the side of his stubbly jaw with one hand and pursed his lips.
She sighed slightly as she continued to trace over the intricacies of his palm, changing back and forth from her palm, to her fingertips to even the back of her hand.  “You’re so warm,” she said, fascinated by it just the same.  “I mean like literally…I’d probably start sweating if I’m too close to your skin for too long.”  Her eyes flickered up to his.  She couldn’t believe how far away he looked even when she was in his hand.  “It’s crazy, isn’t?  But…it’s kind of awesome in a total kick-ass type of way.  I mean…you’re like a giant,” she said with a giggle.
"You do seem more fragile this time around. More breakable. You must be the size of a mouse, I'm guessing. And a baby mouse at that!" A small disbelieving smile tugged on one side of his mouth. The skin beneath her creased and folded as he cupped his hand more protectively around her.
“You have no idea,” Lark said, watching with fascination as her breathing space seemed to close up on her.  “I thought I was small when I saw you last week and now this.”  She shook her head at the memory.  “And my friend Alona…she’s kind of like that Micro guy.  She likes her men to be smalllll...” she said, droning out the word for effect.  “In fact, at the G/t gala next month I know she’s planning quite an entrance.  She’s already talking to me about it.  She actually wants me to go to the damn thing but I think I’m too nervous.  I couldn’t…” she shook her head and started to laugh.  “I just couldn’t go to one of those events!”
When he didn’t answer her immediately she started to lift up her head.  “Are you going to go?” she asked innocently.  “I don’t really know much about the event, just that it’s like a formal party type thing.  A black and white affair and all those who want to be giants show up with tinies.  I bet your friend knows about it.  He seems quite familiar with the G/t scene.”
"I was planning on it," Julian said, lowering his voice more naturally now to suit her tiny stature. He rested his occupied hand on a bent knee before him and let the other leg stretch out across the carpet. "But I was hoping I'd be more of a natural at this whole giant gig. I mean, I'm barely managing to keep you happy. I don't want to be that klutzy new kid on the block."
“I’m sure in one month’s time you’ll be a natural,” Lark said honestly.  And it was true.  Already he was learning to make adjustments for a tiny.  He could only imagine how he would be when he could really test his power and strength with a more confident tiny.  “You still have three more weekends until the event.  You’ll hardly be a klutzy kid by then.”
He shrugged as he said this, as if he couldn't care either way. But his eyes betrayed a kind of hope, a want. "Why do you mention it? You got a date with that Micro guy?" Julian joked, and then grimaced a little at his own wit. "Sorry. Too soon?"
She glanced over at him, trying to get a read on his face.  Lark had already felt silly for bringing up the gala.  Honestly she wouldn’t have even known about it if it wasn’t for Alona.  Only the top giants and goddesses were invited but they always got to handpick their tinies.  Many giants were allowed more than one for the event since it was only a night and not an entire weekend.  Lark tried to imagine Julian walking confidently into the room.  He was a newbie, sure, but the man obviously had connections and was well-off.  He would be amazing.
Lark shivered at his joke about Micro but tried to play it off, tucking a piece of vibrant red hair behind her ear.  “Oh.  No, it’s not too soon.  It was early tonight.  I…” she sucked in a tiny breath, “…I’ve almost forgotten him.”  She smiled.
“I guess I have you to thank for that.  And no…my friend…Alona?” she asked, looking for recognition on his face.  When he nodded for her to go on, she continued.  “She actually wants me to attend the event.  That’s the only reason I know about it.  But Alona…she can be a bit extreme,” she said with an uneasy laugh.  How could she explain that while she loved Alona as a best friend she wasn’t sure if she wanted to be with her as a tiny?  “But it does sound like a lot of fun.  I’m like you, though.  I don’t want to be a newb and embarrass her.”
Julian grinned down at her with soft, almost tired eyes.
"Yeah, well... I'll keep you posted on that." Something occurred to him and he shifted a bit, bringing his other hand over to her and beginning to stroke down the length of her ridiculously delicate arm. He lingered on her hand, and then began the process anew.
"We're going to have an encore night after this impromptu weekend, aren't we, little bird," whether it was a question or a directive was unclear.
“Hmm…” Lark mused to herself.  She watched with fascination as a single finger traced up and down her arm but she couldn’t help but feel a slight bit of disappointment.  She had brought up the gala for a reason but he didn’t seem to be catching on the hint.  All as well.  It wasn’t like he would even look at her in that way.  She was just…something precious to protect for the evening…or even a weekend.  It wasn’t like he’d actually want to be seen in front of other giants with her.
“I can talk to Alona for you,” she said at last, ignoring his statement.  “She’s been with most of the popular tinies in the community.  I’m sure she can set you up with a date if you’d like an experienced tiny for such an event.”  She gave him a week smile.  “I’m sure you and your friends have been to fancy events like this before, even if they didn’t necessarily involve tinies.  You two certainly both look the part.”  She closed her eyes for a moment and tried to imagine him in a three-piece suit or goodness…even a tux.  Maybe she would take up Alona on her offer to go just to see him dressed up.
Julian chuckled. "No, thank you. I think I can find someone on my own..." he trailed off, giving her an odd look. "What do you mean I 'look the part'? You're saying I look like one of those suckers who suit up to kiss ass?" He grinned wickedly at her, goading some sort of reaction out of his challenge.
Lark laughed, covering her mouth up immediately with her tiny hands.  She couldn’t help herself.  “I mean, come on!” she jeered.  “You must know what you look like.  You like strut around in a full suit and tie!  The first time I saw you it was like out of one of those romance novels where the billionaire shows up with his expensive shirt sleeves rolled up at the elbows!”
Her laughter started to die down as Julian arched a brow at her playfully.  “I mean, don’t get me wrong.  It was absolutely gorgeous.  Guys like you are lethal to girls like me.”  She blushed shyly and swept her hair up to pull it into a ponytail so less strays were away from her eyes.  “I bet…I bet you won’t have any problems finding someone,” she said in a softer voice.  “Lucky girl,” she said, practically whispering.  There was no way he caught her words.
Julian gazed down at her with a burning curiosity. Would she have said such bold things if she hadn't bed guaranteed his undivided care and attention? Probably not... but she had said them all the same. She thought he was the crème filling to a romance novel. Damn...
"I want to see you on Monday," he said out of the blue.
Lark immediately bristled, sitting up straight in his palm. "But—"
"I know," Julian held up his other hand to silence her protests. "I know, I only get you for the weekend... but everybody gets a lunch break, right?" He raised his eyebrows at her. Her tiny face remained unclear, so he went on, surfing the hand the held her by moving it closer to his face. It was surprisingly staining to be constantly seeking detail in such a minute body.
"It could be interesting, you know. Seeing each other as... well, each other. Instead of this whole setup here." A little smile tugged on his full lips as he waited for something from her.
Anything.
Monday?  As in…outside of this?  Why?  The questions flooded Lark’s mind with an almost desperate quality as she felt him shifting his hand.  Bringing her closer to his already enormous face.  Why was he asking this?  Was it because of what she said?  She knew she shouldn’t have called him attractive, guys like him always just wanted to play and have a little fun with a groupie.
“Everyone…everyone has lunch breaks,” she said, not sure where else to start.  “That…that’s true.”  And then it dawned on her.  A way to make the conversation less…intense.
“But you’ve already seen me, Julian.  Outside of this, already,” she said with what she hoped was an easy laugh.  She knew that she was feeling uncomfortable.  Julian was nice, but she was not about to be toyed with for his amusement.  “The setup is a good thing though, isn’t it?” she asked, hoping to make him smile.  “This is a lot of fun.  It gives people a chance to interact with people who…who they wouldn’t normally interact with, you know?”
"Yeah, but that was only for a second!" Julian argued halfheartedly.
“A second is more than enough, Julian,” Lark said, still keeping up her easy going demeanor.  He couldn’t have been serious about wanting to see her…could he?  For a moment she thought she saw something in his eyes…but it couldn’t have been anything.  If anything, he probably just wanted a comparison to how she looked in real life.  That…that had to be it.
“But if you were serious…” she trailed off as his voice boomed in her ears, easily changing the subject.  Oh.  So he wasn’t actually being serious.  If he had been, he would have asked her more formally.  Not just blurted out that he wanted to see her.  Of course he wasn’t being serious.  
In the back of her mind, she knew there was no way that someone like Julian would seriously want to hang out with her outside of this situation.  He was kind.  Almost too kind.  Kind to a fault.  The fact that he was willing to indulge seeing her outside of this situation just made her heart pull more for him, and break simultaneously.  His kindness was just one more thing that she really liked about him already.  And there was already so much to like!
Julian’s disappointment, though only visible for the span of a few seconds, flickered through his huge grey eyes. A clench of his jaw and he was behind a wall erected to distance himself. He had misread her. She was just doing this for the bedroom stuff, and didn't have a head to consider the man he could be outside of the Academy.

He loosed a low chuckle and glanced away. "It's fine, I probably would have to bail on you anyway, I've got a new clientele tomorrow afternoon.”
“New clientele?” she asked.  “On Sunday?  That means…”
“We’ll have to cut things a bit short tomorrow,” Julian said.  “I’ll have to take you to Evan’s.  But don’t worry.  I won’t leave you alone with him.”
“Julian, but if you were serious—”
He quickly waved off her rejection. "But I don't want to talk about work tonight..." He lifted her chin with a single finger, feeling the bony structure of her jaw more delicately than a baby bird.
"Distract me."
A few minutes later she was stunned into silence.
“D-distract you?”  Her voice came out almost like a squeak.  From the suggestion in his tone to the finger dipping under her jaw, she felt warmth rush to her cheeks and butterflies flutter in her lower stomach.  She eyed up his lips.  If he wasn’t serious…if this was all just for fun…maybe she could take advantage of the beautiful man in front of her.  “Lean forward,” she said, surprised at how raspy her voice sounded.  “I’ve never kissed a giant before.”
Julian said a silent prayer of gratitude that he wasn't holding her to his chest at that time – for his heart about leapt from his chest with the quiet thrill of the moment. Everything about this...everything about Lark felt forbidden and right to him. So he didn't hesitate to lower the hand away from under her chin. He bowed his head towards her slowly, edging closer bit by bit until her tiny hand touched his chin. His lips parted and clamped together, tingling in anticipation.
“Alright,” Lark said, as though almost pumping herself up to take on such a task.  His lips were huge!  The length of them was half as tall as she was!  Talk about an intimidating task!  And they were perfect.  Not too moist.  Not too dry.  Her fingers brushed against the skin and she let out a tiny gasp of surprise.  It was like his skin, but the texture was so different.  It was more delicate.  More sensitive.  She could feel each and every groove from this angle.
“You have beautiful lips,” she couldn’t help saying, whispering into the crevice of where the two pink pillows met.  She saw one of the corners of his mouth crook upward in a hesitant smile and she felt like she was going to pass out in his hand before she even got to try.  “Alright, I’m going to kiss you now…” she bit her lip as she leaned forward, remembering something at the last minute, “…sorry if you don’t feel anything…”
With two hands she grasped his lower lip as though a woman might grab a man’s face if they were both full-sized and leaned forward.  It didn’t take much and immediately her face was pressed against him.  Oh God.  Even his lips smelled like grapefruit and bergamot.  And now there was just a hint of peach and pie crust left on his breath.  She inhaled greedily and pressed her lips to his lower one again before frowning slightly and pulling back.  “Could you…” she slumped slightly, “…I bet you couldn’t even feel that.  I’m too small to kiss you, aren’t I?”
Time stood still. It couldn't have been more than an instant of contact between their lips but it felt so monumental. The bizarre combination of touch receptors on his lips were in a frenzy.
"No," he croaked. He pulled her away just a little bit, enough to glimpse her face. "You're wrong... I can feel everything."
His eyes darted to her tiny lips again. This didn't have to mean anything in the long run. No fear of commitment – just one weekend. But he wanted more.
He pulled her back to him and kissed the side of her soft neck, dragging up to the side of her face.
“O-Oh,” Lark breathed out when his lips made contact against her skin.  She couldn’t help herself and started to chew on her lower lip.  Wow.  Despite being a giant right now…it was obvious that the connection was there between them.  He couldn’t…he couldn’t kiss her like this unless he felt something for her, right?  Right?  She was so afraid to ask again about how mentioned meeting her on Monday…she didn’t want to come across as desperate.  He had thrown the idea out once and she just couldn’t believe it.
As his lips softly came together and pressed in an area that was around her cheek, jaw, and neck she let out another gasp in surprise.  So intricate.  So careful.  She couldn’t believe that he was able to locate such a small space with just his lips.  It wasn’t like he could open his eyes and even if he could, what would he really be able to see with her so close?
She reached out and touched whatever skin she could find, surprised to find her hands pricked by the soft stubble growing on his jaw and around his lips.  She couldn’t hold him, or help him, but she just wanted to feel him.  She wanted him to know that this wasn’t one sided.  But whatever it was…she had to keep telling herself…
It was only for the weekend.  What they had… it couldn’t be real.
"Everything," Julian breathed out gruffly, marveling at the minuscule details he could feel under his lips. A bit of his training subtly crept into his speech. But he was getting better. It didn't seem like training anymore...it seemed natural.
"This must be overwhelming for you," he whispered, his breath hot on her skin. A few strands of dark hair began to disobey their orderly style as he kissed her shoulders next, lingering on each place. It was hard to aim, as each kiss encompassed much of her three inch body.
She nodded though her eyes were closed.  “Yes,” she croaked out, hoping her voice was loud enough for him to hear.  “It’s… you’re like… everywhere…” she smiled as his lips cupped the end of her shoulder, lingering there for a moment.  “This is… I can’t imagine doing this with anyone else—” she stopped abruptly, realizing her verbal slip.
“I mean…of course, not right away,” she said quickly.  She couldn’t see much but she saw his teeth shoot out for a moment to gently bite his lower lip.  Probably contemplating what to say next…if anything at all.  “I just mean…” she slumped against him as she decided to take a chance and lean into his lips this time, pressing her neck against those soft pillows, “…I just mean I can’t imagine it ever feeling as good as this, you know?  It’s like having a first love.  No matter what else you have…” she trailed off and pressed her cheek against his lips slightly, “…you’ll always compare it to your first.”
"Good," Julian finally said. He turned her back to him and just rested the corner of his lips and part of his chin against the back of her tiny body. "I'm glad it's not too much for you at this size... I like to make lasting impressions."
“Truh…trust me,” Lark said, spilling out her words as her body felt like it was being set on fire again simply by his touch.  “You’re making quite an impression on me.”  She glanced over her shoulder to steal a look at him, but at this size, at this close it was almost impossible to remember that the living, breathing, mountain behind her was a man.  She nibbled on her lower lip as he kept his lips there on the top of her back, flexing them now and again.  Even with his lips…she could feel the strength behind him.  A kiss could knock her over.  Easily.
And yet…with just a slight pucker here and a slight pucker there, he was strategically placing raindrops of kisses up and down her back. “Training really has treated you well,” Lark said in a breathless voice.  “Maybe…maybe I should go to training and see if all giants are as good at this as you are, huh?”
The lips spread into a smile against her.
"This wasn't a part of my training," Julian rumbled. "This is...improvising." He silently applauded himself for his own allure. This girl was putty in his hands. Considering how frigid she had been initially... maybe he wasn't so bad at this giant thing after all.
“Improvising, hmm?” Lark asked with a slight tease in her voice.  “Lucky me, huh?  All the giants in the world I could have ended up with and I ended up with the improviser.  You’re…” she sighed happily as his lips traced up and down her back and…something…she wasn’t even sure what…parted her hair in the back so her neck and shoulders were exposed.  
"I just couldn't leave things the way they were between us after the first night," he admitted, finally raising his head a little so he could look at her again. "And I have to say, I still think you're great at being a tiny."
“I’d say you’re pretty good at this,” she said with a smile as his lips managed to touch bare skin again.  “You’re going to make a lot tiny girls very happy.”  She sighed slightly and there was only a trace of sadness in it.  “Very happy, indeed.”
Still nervously biting on her lip she tried to keep the conversation going so she wouldn’t dwell on the fact that he wasn’t going to be hers for much longer.  There was Saturday… but then she would have to go back to his friend’s on Sunday.  And then… who knew what would happen after that.
“I think I’m getting used to this whole ‘being a tiny’ thing,” she said, doing her best not to let her voice shake as she felt his warm breath pressed against her back and recede again.  Damn.  The man was only breathing and it was sending shivers down her entire body.  “M-maybe… maybe not this small… but it’s not so terrible with you.”
"Thanks," he said, eagerly accepting of her praise. Julian beamed privately at her little head of red waves. "I'm glad you feel safe, little bird... you deserve that."
He pressed one more fleeting peck to the crown of her head before sitting up. "I'm going to go change real quick. It's getting late." Julian stood up with a growing patience to caution and lowered his palm flat to the middle couch cushion. "Go on. I'll only be a minute."
“N-no, actually,” Lark said, scrambling back against his fingers to steady herself.  “I’d…I’d like to try what we did earlier.”  When she turned around and saw the look of confusion on his face she flushed slightly with the attention.  “The…the ground play.  I know I was scared before but when I was hiding…I didn’t feel as scared.  I’d like to try again.”
Julian couldn't hide his shocked expression.
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Omg, how cute can they be??? 😍 I love that last interaction ^^