Take Me Home Aimee II: Seven

Take Me Home Aimee II:  Seven


Aimee thought about his question and why he would ask such a thing.  What did it matter if he said she was cute or not?  Her face grew pink.  “I…uh…well I don’t know.  I guess I wouldn’t hit you.  I probably couldn’t hurt you even if I did hit you so it probably wouldn’t be worth hitting you in the first place.”  She smiled and lowered her head as they started to move again through traffic making their way back.
“Why would you ask me a question like that anyway, boss man?”
"Because…" he said, eyes fixed on the car in front of him, “…I want to know that you won't take it the wrong way if I let it slip."
He switched to one hand on the wheel so he could drape the other atop of her tiny frame. He encouraged her to stay close to him with a gentle increase of pressure.
Aimee sucked in a gasp when his hand came down around her…pulling her closer to him.  There was so much him surrounding her that she should have felt overwhelmed but instead she felt safe.  Happy.  Even desired.  She rested her hands on top of his and gently rubbed them, though he probably couldn’t even feel it.
"It kills me when I see that look in your eyes when people call you vulgar names. You're very sweet and gracious and just... But I see it. And I would die if that look was ever because of something I did."
“Don’t you remember what I said to you?” she said in a low voice, still tracing her hands over his.  “I said that I love it when you call me pretty.  I would never get mad at you for saying something nice to me.  Do I want someone like Britney to say I’m cute and ruffle my hair and tickle my stomach like a puppy?  No…but when you say it…if you say it, I mean…of course I would be honored to hear it.”
She smiled shyly, though still too nervous to look at him while he was being so serious.  “You…you don’t ever need to worry about people calling me names, Heath.  That’s not your problem, you know?  It’s mind and that’s just how some things are.  You have a lot of things to worry about already, so I don’t ever want you worrying over something…I mean someone like me.”
Heath breathed in deeply, let it out again. He doubted there would ever come a day when those tiny hands ceased to inspire awe at their delicate touch. He smiled softly even amidst the five red lights he hit on the way. She was so selfless... Even though she had only known him a week, she had bonded to him and decided to look out for his best interest above her own. It touched him in ways most might not fully understand.
Every time he smiled… His heart thudded increasingly, like a sparrow turning to a hummingbird.
She took in a deep inhale of air.  “And…and I don’t think that there are many things you could do that would make me look like that.  Every time you smile at me, it makes me happy.  Every time you look at me as a person and not just some little human, I’m happy.  Heck, boss man!  You canceled a date with a beautiful woman to take me out for dinner!  I mean…” she trailed off, looking up at the bottom of his jaw as he continued to drive, “you do a lot of things for me even though you don’t have to…and me…” she stopped running her fingers over his hand.  “I can’t do anything for you in return.”
"We're a team, remember? You and me. Your problems are my problems now... But that's the way it should be." He glanced down at her, curling his fingers around her side a little bit, surrounding her more.
“We’re a team,” she muttered, smiling softly at the words.  She couldn’t believe that this was the same Heath from the first day saying this to her now.  Equals.  They were really equals.  Even though she was human and he was…she smiled again – Heath, he looked at and treated her like he needed her in his life.  Their eyes met when he glanced and something changed in the way he was holding her, his touch feeling a little more intimate than she had experienced before.  She sucked in a surprised gasp when she felt his thumb on her thigh…it was so new…so incredibly enjoyable.
There was a pause, the hum of the engine as he eased onto the gas. "You keep thinking of yourself as a burden, Aimee, but nothing could be further from the truth. Being with you is like a breath of fresh air. It's never been a chore for me. I love y—being with you."
She sighed deeply.  “I love being with you too, Heath…” she muttered, not quite sure if the slip he had made was on accident or if he truly felt something that strongly for her.  She decided not to ask him again, because hearing him say that was enough.
He loved being around her.
He loved having her around.
He wanted her to be with him.
Her heart raced at the idea and she flushed seemingly from head-to-toe.  For a moment she was worried that she was going to have to fan herself down but Heath loosened his grip, giving her a moment to catch her breath, but his thumb never left her thigh.
He felt her tiny body heating up under his palm, so he relaxed his hand over her lap, rubbing her thumb on the outer part of her thigh.
"You're the only person I know who doesn’t look at me with dollar signs in their eyes, or fear or… lust…or judgment. You just…take me as I am. I haven’t had that since...for a long time." His Adam’s apple bobbed. It felt uncomfortably vulnerable to let the truth come out. But with her, he knew she would be kind, and gracious. He swore that she must be a saint. He glanced down at her seriously before having to return his eyes to the road. "I need you, Aimee."
It felt…she twitched against him, enjoying it.  It felt amazing.
As she felt him swallow against her, she kept her head lowered so he wouldn’t feel so put on the spot by him.  She could feel that Heath was slowing up now, they must have been getting close to his house, but Heath’s words were still pouring out from him now as though he couldn’t stop.  Every sentence, every word brought a smile to her face.  Her eyes widened at his last words and she looked up at him, only seeing his massive chest and strong jaw but she could tell that he was still looking at her.  Even when he wasn’t looking her eye-to-eye, she could tell he was watching over her.
The car stopped and he put on the emergency break with his free hand, never leaving the one over her for a second.  She saw her chance…and leaned down to kiss his finger before looking up at him, pushing some dark hair away from her eyes so she could see his face, even scarcely lit in his expensive car.
“I need you, too, Heath,” she said in a low voice.  “I need you more than you can probably understand.”  She kissed him finger again, closing her eyes and letting her lips linger.  She wished she could do more…but with this size…she hoped that Heath would appreciate that she was trying.
"...Probably not."
He turned the car off but left the keys in the ignition, making no move to get out of the car. He became still when she kissed him, looking down with an unreadable expression. The hand around her wrapped all the way around her small width and brought her up to be viewed in the filtered moonlight. He wasn't smiling; looking instead more deliberate, options appearing and processing in his mind at a rapid pace.
As their eyes met, she noticed that that gentle smile was no longer on his features.  “I…I’m sorry…I guess that I got carried away.  I thought that you meant—”
"We should do this more often," he finally said, and a quiet smirk curled his lips.
Aimee completely froze up when she looked up at him after kissing his fingers.  She suddenly felt nervous…exposed because she couldn’t quite figure out what was on his mind.  Had she gone too far?  Just because he needed her didn’t mean that he wanted actual physical contact with her, did he?  She hadn’t thought that far and as Heath’s hand grasped around her, she felt a little embarrassed and ashamed for her actions.
She was cut off by his suggestion.
Do this again?
Like go out to dinner?
She still wasn’t sure what was running through his head so instead she just nodded, making sure not to read too much into anything he was saying or doing.  They were different after all.
“Y-yes…” she croaked out, assuming that he was talking about the dinner.  “I had a lot of fun tonight.  Only another 364 days until my birthday and we can do this again.”
Suddenly, he was smiling broadly, his laughter filling the empty space. "Or... We could just go out next week for no reason at all. Or if I can see you in this dress again..." Gosh she was adorable. Heath casually brushed her cheeks with his thumb, not quite as gently as before, but still fond in gesture. He got out of the car, the sound seeming louder after his quiet conversation. The house was dark when he entered, but after a few lights, it was looking like a welcome abode again. He set her on his bed as he tossed off his jacket with a loud sigh and following that he started to remove his tie as well.
Aimee tilted her head to the side from his laughter.  Had she said something wrong?  When he explained that he would be willing to take her out again, she felt her heart bursting at the seams.  He…he wanted to take her out again.  She blushed like crazy when she felt his thumb go to her cheek, caressing him.  It was gentle, but there was something behind this touch which almost couldn’t be described, it was so unfamiliar to her.  As she started to reach for his thumb to pull it close, the touch was gone as quick as it came and she almost fell forward a bit in his hand…wanting more.
As the two of them were back in the house, Aimee already started to feel a bit more at ease.  There was no one here who she had to worry about.  There was no one who could say anything to hurt or to put her down.
But Heath was still here and he had a way of making her nervous and curious in a way that no one had before.  Not even Wes.  As Heath gently set her on his bed, she was surprised that he hadn’t set her on the nightstand while he started to change.  Maybe he had forgotten?  She waited patiently until his jacket was off and his tie was draped on a desk chair, using the time to take off her tiny coat, and remove her shoes.  She fluffed out her hair a bit, relieved that she didn’t have to worry about every single hair remaining in place.  Taking the moment to enjoy Heath’s large and expansive bed, she laid down on her stomach to wait until he was comfortable.
"You look comfy. Maybe we should switch beds tonight." He smirked after a glance over his shoulder revealed her sprawled out state. He tried not to ogle her legs, but the way her dress was riding up made it hard. His mouth suddenly felt dry. But drawn like a magnet, he laid down beside her-carefully, slowly. The first few buttons of his shirt were undone, and his hairstyle was beginning to fall loose, lending a more down to earth quality to his appearance. They were simply at home together.
“That would be quite a sight,” Aimee mused, smiling right back at him.  Gods…it wasn’t fair that he was around her like this and probably not thinking anything about her when her heart felt like it was pounding like crazy against her chest.
When she saw him coming closer to him, her eyes widened – not with fear – but something a bit more desiring.  She did love him in his suits and whatnot, but seeing him like this, made her care for him even more.  His eyes were taking her in carefully as he laid down as though he was taking care not to disturb her as he gently climbed into the bed behind her.  Her pace quickened as she saw what was usually hidden behind his expensive jackets and immaculate white dress shirts.
He lay on his back, turning his head to look over at her and Aimee sat up immediately, still so nervous around him.  It was one thing to be with people who saw her as a doll, but it was almost more intimidating to be with a man who saw her as a woman.  Subconsciously she started to fumble with her hair again, trying to smooth it back into place as he looked at her.  Her dress was just long enough that if she sat Indian-style on the blanket, she could rest her hands in her lap and the fabric would cover her thighs.
"What do you say we play hooky tomorrow?"
“Hoo-key?” she asked, tilting her head.  Dang!  Another word that she wasn’t very familiar with.  She searched her memory.  “Oh!  Hooky— wait…” her eyes widened with realization as she recalled what the word meant.  “You want to skip work tomorrow?”
His shirt crinkled loosely in a shrug.
"Ah, they'll get on fine without me for a day. All work and no play, after all..."
He had glanced at the ceiling but couldn’t resist looking back to Aimee. How could something so perfect not be aware of her own beauty?
Aimee smiled at the idea of getting to spend another day with him.  This evening had been so wonderful that it was almost surreal.  To think that he still wanted to spend time with her.  She watched as Heath turned away from her for a moment, looking at the tiered ceiling.
He figured he must have shaken her a bit when he lay down; she was all fidgety now.
"Hey relax… “
“I…I am relaxed,” Aimee said immediately, though it was obvious from her blush and her twitching that the exact opposite must have been the truth.  “You’re just…” her blush turned an even deeper shade of red as he kept looking at the ceiling, “you’re so big.  I don’t…” she let out an incredibly awkward sound resembling between a laugh and a cough, “I get so shy around you.  I’m sorry.”
“You're making me feel like one of those untouchable exhibits in a museum," he mumbled, smiling in bemusement. Turning onto his side, he reached out to slide his hand to her. He managed to snatch her hand between a finger and thumb, and pull her towards him with a restrained force.
As he turned over to face her, she instinctively slid back, proving her own point about how nervous she became around him.  As he started to reach for her, she couldn’t help blurting out, “well you are kind of unreachable…to me, at least.”  As she lifted up her head, she was surprised that his look softened and instead of taking her up completely, he reached for human, a small and very meticulous gesture from his standpoint.
“H-Heath…” she muttered.  “I’m…” she continued to stammer as she felt herself being brought closer to him, his face and body filling up her entire view.  All there was, was Heath and his incredibly chiseled face and what looked to be a just as trim and attractive chest.  Her face felt like it was being set on fire.  “I’m scared…okay?” she admitted, clenching her eyes shut.  “I’m scared that I can’t be enough for you.”
He rubbed her tiny hand in a light circular motion, feeling each intricate knuckle and fingernail. It was crazy small, but amazing.
"You're over thinking again." He used a quieter voice, aware of how much louder it would seem, the closer she was to him. He had spilled his soul earlier and she was still worried? In a moment of tenderness, he tugged her a few steps closer again, just enough to guide her hand to his cheek. He moved it slowly down his skin until she gained her own control over the movement.
"Do us both a favor...Stop thinking for a while," he breathed.
Aimee’s look softened as he continued to bring her closer to his face.  The hairs on her arm stood up as she was only inches away from his face and he gently used his fingers to guide her hand over his cheek.  When he noticed that she was growing more confident, he removed his hand and allowed her to explore on her own.  With hesitant, shaking fingers she continued to trace up and down his cheek and jaw, enjoying each course hair that ran across his skin.
She couldn’t believe how still he was remaining as she continued to touch him.  Heart still pounding like crazy, she moved her hands up a bit, touching his lower lip with hesitation.  It was dry…soft…and for some reason this made her own lips tremble and she licked them to try and regain her composure.  She gently touched the grooves on his lower lip, allowing her fingertips to slide around his mouth.
As she glanced up at him, she noticed that his eyes were closed.  He…he was actually enjoying himself…much like that first night they had met and she touched his face.  Feeling braver, she brought her face closer to his lips, practically touching hers to where his upper and lower lips met in the center…and leaned forward…not kissing him, but gently running her nose and cheeks over his lips.  He didn’t move…but she still couldn’t bring herself to kiss him.  Her lips parted slightly as she pulled away.  “H-Heath…” she said in a voice that must have sounded slightly out of breath.
“You…you really are amazing.”
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Heath wondered whether it was a little mean to encourage her to be intimate like this, when she had slight romantic feelings for him... While he was still thoroughly confused on where he stood upon that bold line. But when Aimee's innocent touch strayed to his lips, he knew he didn't have the strength to tell her to stop.
"If you say so,” he said as he lowered his voice so much, it hardly sounded like his normal speaking voice at all.
The millionaire kept his eyes closed, but they fluttered, like he was considering opening them. He could feel the moment fading slowly. He could kiss her now. All it would take was a tiny movement to press his lips against her...but his body wouldn’t move.
Too soon, it said.
Not right.
"I have to say, that was a first for me, too. For a gal your size, you sure know how to keep a guy on his toes." He opened his eyes then, propping his head up in one hand so he could see her. His other hand descended to rest right beside her.
“I doubt that…” she said in a low voice of her own.  The opportunity had been there.  She could have kissed him.  He could have kissed her.  But neither of them had done anything.  The moment was there and it had passed so quickly that she wondered if it had happened in the first place.  One moment Heath was in her field of vision, and the next moment he was above her looking down.
She wasn’t sure what to think about what had just transpired.  All she knew was that she felt more confused than ever.  Even though touching Heath like that was nice…nicer than anything she had experienced, she knew that something was holding her back.  While she knew that Wes cared for her and only her, she knew in the back of her mind that Heath was torn.  It was nice to be considered…but she knew that was the reason she couldn’t give all of herself to him.
Aimee glanced over her shoulder, pretending to be cold.  “I think I want to change,” she said, starting to turn away from him and walk to the edge of the bed.