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Take Me Home Aimee II: Six

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Take Me Home Aimee II:  Six

"So," he started out again. He felt her wobble ever so slightly at the sudden reintroduction of his voice. Just how tipsy was she? "Besides that jerk in the lunchroom... What did you think of the office? Were the Clark Kent frames worth it?" His smile was lighthearted again, unworried.
Aimee arched a brow to his earlier comment.  The odds were in her favor?  She had a feeling of what that meant, but as always, she was cautious.  Though the champagne was certainly making her less nervous around him.  Taking another sip, she enjoyed the quiet moment shared between them.  She couldn’t help but wonder if some of Heath’s kind statements were nothing more than the alcohol talking.  He’d probably be saying the same things to Stephanie if she were here instead.
His voice suddenly rumbled around her, making her jump.  Quickly, she steadied herself.  
“Oh…” Aimee mused quietly, trying to remember the day.  “It was different, that was sure.  I really like Clara but she’s…” she gave out a little hiccup and giggle, “she’s a little hands-y if you get my meaning.  I mean I don’t mind if you do it…but it was weird when she did.”  She laughed.  “At one point she was petting my hair, but honestly…it still didn’t feel like she saw me as a pet.  I think it just helped de-stress her.”
“And that guy in the lunchroom…” her slightly sleepy smile darkened.  “I guess there’s always going to be people like that.  People who just can’t see me as anything more than your friend…or pet.”  She shrugged a bit.  “I mean that makes sense though, right?  Not everyone can be like Wes…or even Tate.  They’re in a very special group of people who can see humans not only as equals…but acceptable life companions.”  She smiled, the words tumbling from her sloppily now.
Heath was glad to hear her perspective on the day had brightened in hindsight, considering she had left with fear trails on her face. He raised his eyebrows, smiling as she went on. She was really cute, even just hearing her ramble on like this. Still... Probably best to limit her to whatever was left in her glass if she wanted to remember tonight.
“You’re not so bad either though, Heath.  You really are kind of liberal about your views on humans.  It’s a nice surprise.  I’m glad you’re nice enough to take me out on my birthday.  Give Stephanie my apologies.  She should understand though…it being your human’s birthday…as a responsible owner, you’ll always do the right thing.  It’s nice to know that, Heath.  You’re different for sure.”  She hiccupped, giggling and not watching what she said as she leaned closer.
"Aimee..." Heath gently pried her from his neck and held her in front of him, hand resting on the table top. "I'm not your owner. Wouldn't it be weird if I started calling you my little pet or something?" She made a face, and he chuckled heartily. "See? That's how I feel."
“Heh…sorry,” she muttered, realizing her mistake.  She couldn’t believe she had actually called him her owner again!  She knew much that upset him, but the dang champagne; it was giving her verbal slip.  Something she definitely didn’t want to have around Heath.  He would probably freak out if she actually said how she felt.  “I wouldn’t ever want to be called your little pet!” she said loudly, her tiny face growing pink.  “You’re right…that would make me upset.  I’ll try reeeeeeeeeeeeeallly hard not to do it again.”
He realized this was the first time since getting out of the car he had seen more than a glimpse of her in his peripheral vision. Her cheeks were rosy, her hair cascading loosely around her shoulders, and eyes on him. "Besides, I'm taking you out because I want to. Geez, do I have to tell you in French to convince you?"
She hiccupped and polished off her glass.  “You don’t have to convince me of anything, Heath.  I know you’re a good guy and I know you do the right things.  You’re libbbbbbbberalllll…” she drawled out as she set her empty glass in his palm.  “I get it, and I’m happy about it…it just takes me awhile to let things settle in.”  She looked down at her empty glass, smiling.  “When did I finish that?” she chuckled as Heath took up her glass and this time put a few drops of water in it.
“Thank you,” she said, taking a hearty gulp.  “That feels better.”  She looked over the edge of his hand.  “You can set me down, boss man.  Don’t worry; I won’t say anything else that will make you think I have a crrrrrrrrrrrrush on you.”  She hiccupped.  “Everyone does,” she said, waving her hand around.  “I’ve seen you being checked out all the time.
Heath tried glanced around. There was only one other group in this private room. Curious eyes found their way over occasionally to Aimee and Heath, but it didn’t look as if it was much worse than it had been since they sat down.
“Don’t worry; you won’t ever have to add me to that list.”  She gave a sad smile, hoping this pleased him.
Heath's eyebrows were raised, looking down at her with eyes that both analyzed and admired.
"Oh, so you don't have a crush on me?" His tone was casual business, but there was that twinge of amusement still lingering on his face. He wanted to have a little fun teasing this chatty Aimee, but he knew where to draw the line. Heath lowered his hand flat to the table top and let her step off.
“Of course not!” Aimee said immediately, stumbling out form his hand and onto the table counter.  “That…no…no…no.  No crush.  It couldn’t happen.”  She wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of hearing that yet another woman – even a human woman – had a crush on him.  She went over to the tiny fold out table and took a seat on top of it for now, crossing her legs at the knee.
Her face grew gravely serious for a moment as she felt more eyes turning to look their way.  They were probably trying to figure them out.  Humans didn’t tease like this and get away with it.  Well…not most anyway.  There were still a bunch of good giants out there – Heath included – but she didn’t want to push too hard.
“And even if I did have a crush…what would that matter?” she asked herself quietly.  “I know you think it’s funny, but I don’t ever expect anything to come of it.  Wes was the one who looked at me like no one else did.  Most humans don’t even get that one special person so I’m happy that I’ll always have him – even in my memories.”
She got so quiet, he had to lean down to hear her. His smile faded as she went on. Oh man... What had he gotten himself into? Every time Aimee went on about how nothing could happen and Wes was the only one special enough to see her like that...
She was looking into his teasing all wrong, but with the champagne running through her system, it was hard not to think he was enjoying the idea of tricking her into liking him.  She shrugged and looked away, self-consciously looking around the restaurant as she noticed the waitress bustling around and her face brightened, completely forgetting her comment.
“Oh!  It looks like the food is going to be here soon!” she exclaimed, pretending to make a show of being so hungry.  “Thank goodness, I was worried that I was going to faint soon.”  She gave another giggle as she shifted on the table, still not quite ready to take her seat at the chair.  “Oh man…fancy food for the fancy boss man and his human.”  She gave him a teasing wink.
The urge to prove her wrong grew stronger. He glanced over his shoulder at the waitress approaching.  "How convenient," he muttered.
"Alright... Here's the seafood Alfredo." The waitress carefully set down the plate of pasta onto the tiny table, followed by an even smaller glass bowl of salad. "…and the filet." She set down the steaming plate several inches away, in front of Heath.
"Do you two need anything else?" She glanced from Heath to Aimee. Seeing how Aimee was already putting her napkin in her lap and getting ready to eat, he smiled and shook his head.
"No, thank you."
"Okay. Enjoy!" she chirped, leaving them to their meal.
The first couple minutes were quiet as they both dug into their respective dishes. Heath felt strangely exposed, eating face to face with her like this, and ended up taking uncharacteristically small bites so he didn’t gross her out.
"It's good, right?"
“It’s really good,” Aimee said, shooting him a genuine smile.  And it was!  She had never had food like this before, and as her champagne started to wear off, her focus increased and her taste buds danced.  “Oh wow,” she muttered as she stuck a large forkful of shrimp into her mouth.  “I…I didn’t know that food could taste like this…” she trailed off…looking at Heath curiously.
“You okay?” she asked as she watched him take one of the tiniest forkfuls of food she had ever seen a giant eat.  “Don’t you like…the fee-lay?” she asked.  She was trying to pronounce filet mignon properly but she probably wasn’t doing the word justice.
She paused with her pasta and frowned.  She hoped she hadn’t spoiled the meal earlier with her rambling, but then…she remembered.
“I told you before, Heath…I don’t mind watching giants eat.  I’m used to it.  I don’t think you’re going to pick me up off the table and eat me or anything like that.”  She caught the faint sound of someone snorting a few tables over.
"And here I was trying to be a gentleman." Heath held up his hands in self-defense, albeit blushing a bit.
Aimee couldn’t help but snicker.  “You?  Trying to be a gentleman?  Lucky me.”
“Would you look at those two over there?  How inappropriate,” an older woman muttered to her friends.  “I’d never let my human get an extravagant dish like that!  And look how she’s talking to him!  Some people just have no control over those things.”
Aimee winced but tried to blow it off.  “Heh…well…here…I can help,” she said to Heath as she stood up and started to turn her table and chair away from him at an angle. “There,” she said, taking a seat.  “Now you don’t have to worry so much about eating in front of me.”  She lowered her head and went back to eating her food, enjoying every bite.
He glanced up at the rude couple with irritation, but did his best to ignore them. Hopefully, Aimee would do the same. When he looked back down at her, he saw the tiny woman pushing her table to face the wall. He groaned inwardly, closing his eyes for a moment to gather himself.
As she continued to slide her table around on the top of Heath’s, she could hear him groaning.  What was she doing wrong now?  Sheepishly, she tried to pick up the pace and quickly sat back down at her table and went back to eating her pasta, doing her best to make sure Heath could eat the way he wanted without worry.
"Look, Aimee. If you say it's okay, that's good enough for me."
He reached to move her back to face him, but remembering how upset she had been about him moving her the first night into bed, he stopped.
Instead, he went back to eating – normally this time.
She smiled as she heard him chewing again, to her tiny ears she was able to tell that he was eating much more than before.  “See…” she mused, shaking her head and laughing lightly, still.  “At least now you’ll be able to eat properly.”
"I have to keep reminding myself you're not one of rose skittish humans. Y'mknow one time," he said around a flavorful bite of steak. "I had this human pass out in my hands. I didn’t even do anything!"
“I’m…I’m not that skittish,” she said in agreement.  “I’ve been around good folks, bad folks, terrible folks…and…” she smiled at a private memory, “and the best folks.”  She turned around her head slightly just to catch Heath’s face in the corner of her eye, just letting him see her profile so he wouldn’t stop eating.
“A human passed out in your hands, hmmm?  She probably was just intimidated.  I passed out once too, you know.  It can be scary being in your guys’ hands!”  She was starting to make a dent in her Seafood Alfredo.  “But…” she mused, “with the right hands, it can actually be rather nice.”
"Well.... Whatever happened, you're one tough chick," Heath decided. "Besides, I'm not scary."
Aimee couldn’t help but smirk.  “You think that you’re not that scary?  Are you kidding?” she asked.  “Heath, you don’t have to be a jerk to be terrifying.  You’re the scariest type of scary at all because you let people like me in.  It’s scary to know that as quickly as you accept me now, you could change your mind tomorrow.  That’s more terrifying than knowing about those who don’t care for humans because we don’t want to like them anyway.”
Heath grinned when she took the bait. Still smiling, he smoothly went along with it. "But if I don't change my mind, then where does that leave us?" He quirked a brow, inspiring food for thought but not expecting an immediate answer.
“Honestly…I don’t know where that leaves us,” Aimee said with a shy…almost teasing smile.  “Let’s just say that it probably wouldn’t end well for me.”  She was only half-teasing this time, desperate not to ever say to him, what he always expected to hear from anyone.  Even little humans like herself.
He shook his head, going back to eating for a while.  “Do you want to try some 'fil-lay'? We can trade; bite for a bite."
She continued to eat in silence for a few moments, ignoring the group of older women in the corner of the restaurant.  Didn’t people have anything better to do than gawk or stare?  She was somewhat glad to no longer be facing them at least, she could much more easily ignore their words than their faces.  It stung.  She couldn’t help but wonder if Heath noticed.  Probably not.
She paused for a moment, looking up at him.
“Oh?  I can try some?” she asked, still only turning enough for him to see the side of her face.  “I… I don’t know much about steak…but uh…here,” she said, sliding her plate to the end of her table and closer to him.  “You can just put a sliver on mine and you can finish up the rest of my stuff when I’m done.  I’m actually getting a little full and I bet I have just enough here for you to have a bite.”
Nodding, Heath finished a large bite of steak coupled with greens. With the little bit that was left, he cut another bite, and then narrowed to down to a tiny sliver.
"Am I good or what?" She started to turn back around, but his finger prevented her.
She watched Heath as he meticulously worked on preparing some steak for her.  As he started to look up at her, she instinctively started to turn away, but something soft stopped her progress.  Heath’s finger was holding her face to look at him.
"And cut that out. Come on, I make one mistake and now I'm not allowed to look at you?" There was a gentleness in his eyes despite his casual tone; he knew she was doing it out of her usual sweetness, but he wanted to see her.
“You didn’t make any mistake,” she said in a rushed voice.  “I was just trying to be nice.  You were nervous eating around me and I was trying to make it easier for you.  That’s not a crime.”  Her eyes watered slightly from his kindness and attention, still not used to it when he became so sweet and serious at the same time.
He released her gently, not wanting to upset her and instead set some of the steak on her plate.  “It’s not that I mind you looking at me…I mean, I know that I sneak looks at you all the time,” she said in a quiet voice, smiling as Heath refilled her tiny glass with champagne.  “But when you do it, it’s just…it’s intense, you know?  It makes me want to…” she shook off the rest of this statement before it poured out.
"I know, Aimee," he said in reply to her defense. "You're the sweetest person I've ever met, hands down. You're always so...Unbelievably considerate of me." The comment ended almost in a sigh. It made him feel a little bad sometimes, and he didn’t know why.
Maybe because he didn't deserve it?
He finished his third glass of champagne while she cut up the steak into even smaller pieces, then rested his head in his hand to watch her.
She instead took a small hesitant bite of her steak, her eyes lighting up, even more so than when she first tried the Alfredo.  “Oh my gosh,” she muttered, her cheeks puffing up as she enjoyed the flavor and tried to speak to Heath at the same time.  “This…it’s freaking amazing…”  She quickly finished that bite and started to work on another one practically humming with happiness.  “Wow…I should have ordered the fee-lay,” she said with a wide grin, looking up at him.
His lips parted in a toothy grin. The way she was naive about something like pronouncing words was so cute. He wondered if he could ever be allowed to call her cute without hurting her feelings.
She gave him a smile as she finished off her steak, and slid her plate towards Heath.  “All right, now you can finish this.  I’m sorry there isn’t any ‘fee-lay’ left but it was just sooooo good.”  Aimee smiled up at him, waiting for him to take his plate when suddenly his hand hovered over her.  Was he…oh!  No…for a moment she thought he was…she tried to hide her disappointment and nodded at him to take the plate.
"Alright, my turn," he announced when she was finished. "Um… How should I do this…?” His hand hovered for a moment, but with a nod from Aimee, he picked up the quarter-sized plate and brought it to his mouth.
"Mmmm..." He placed the empty plate back on the edge of the human table. "Gotta say, that's not half bad." It was delicious. Facing him fully now, the two shared a warm look. Then came the waitress with the bill.
I like you.
He easily brought it up to his lips and tipped the rest of the pasta into his mouth.  Those soft…pink lips smacked happily as he set the plate down and Aimee tried not to look too interested in him.  It was hard.  She quickly picked up her glass of champagne and downed the contents in one quick swoop, the alcohol rushing right to her brain and senses as the waitress came up and dropped off a piece of paper.
“I’m assuming that you’re paying for this, boss man?” she asked in a teasing tone, not even noticing the narrowed stare from the waitress as she turned away in a huff.  “That’s nice of you since it’s my birthday and all.”  She felt her talk become even looser.  “If you don’t watch out, I’ll have to think of a way to thank you later.”
"You're not paying?" He gave her a look of surprise, even as he slid his credit card into the slit in the bill book. He almost did a double take at her offer to "thank" him. He scolded himself for jumping to conclusions. She wasn't going to do anything more than kiss him on the cheek, ‘probably. If things went well.
“Haha no of course I’m not paying,” Aimee teased back.  “I’ve never had a piece of money for my own in my life.”  When she looked up and saw that his thick brows were raised up in surprise, she couldn’t help but wonder if she had gone too far by saying that she wanted to thank him later.  Darn that drink!  It was making her say things that she would have never considered before
Heath reached down, slipping one finger under her knees, the others between her back and the back of the chair. He brought her closer to him, holding her out around chin level with his elbow resting on the table.
"I'm sure you'll think of something," he crooned, relishing the way her tiny body curved into his fingers.
As she went to apologize, Heath’s hand descended upon and she let out a playful yelp in surprise as one his fingers slid under her leg, brushing against the bare skin under dress.  Oh God.  She blushed like crazy as she was brought up to his face, fumbling with the hem of her dress and making sure that no one could see.  “H-Heath,” she said, truly flustered now as he looked at her now.  “You…you shouldn’t say stuff like that…people will get the wrong idea.”  With drinks in her system though, it was hard for her to care with those large blue eyes drinking her in.  She felt her confidence level rising when he looked at her like that.  So much power…strength.  She was sitting in his hand.
There was something incredibly enticing about being held in a man’s hand like this.  Especially a man as attractive as Heath.  She lowered her voice so it almost came out as a raspy whisper.  “I mean…would you…” she said slowly, pushing some of her dark curls away from her face, “would you actually want me to thank you?”
She hoped she didn’t sound like an idiot, she really was trying her best to be cute, but Heath was probably inwardly smirking to himself.  How could something as small to her be anything but sweet or cute?  She looked up again, Heath’s eyes still locked on hers with an incredibly charming smile and she inwardly sighed.  At this point with this much champagne in her and Heath looking at her like that…she wasn’t even sure if she cared.  “Boss man, if I didn’t know better…I’d say that you were flirting with me,” she said, re-crossing her legs in his hand and pressing her hands down in his palm to balance herself.
"Now you're catching on." He couldn't help it. The way her smooth legs pressed into his skin, her slight weight adjusting in the palm of his hand...she looked positively dreamy in the ambiance.
"Are you interested in taking a look at our dessert menu?"
"No, thank you," Heath answered almost immediately. The more involved he seemed to be with Aimee, the more the waitress seemed hesitant to even leave them alone together. Heath gave her an expectant look, so the woman just room the bill and strutted back to the kitchen with confusion in her step.
Heath returned his gaze to Aimee, trying to pick up where they left off.
Aimee cleared her throat loudly when the waitress showed up again.  Gods!  She couldn’t stand that look in her eyes!  What was her problem?  She frowned, realizing that she was probably being a tad bit inappropriate with Heath.  “We should probably head back to your place,” she said, a little bit of the flirtation in her voice gone for now.
“This has been an amazing birthday though, Heath.  Thank you so much again,” she continued as she watched him set her down for a moment to put his coat on.  Aimee followed, quickly tying the thick dark jacket around her waist and smiling up at him and waiting for him to finish.  As he looked down at her for the briefest moment, she felt emboldened again and held her hands up to him.
“Well…are you going to take me home with you, or not?” she said, still keeping her hands up like a child who wanted picked up.  “Because I guess that I could just stay here and wait for someone else to come and get me…”
"No way," he chuckled. The moment his coat was on, he wrapped a hand around her and brought her up close. "You're coming with me."
He brushed his thumb over her arm. Voices were raised slightly in a murmured conversation a few tables over. Their own human was sitting crisscrossed by their owner, compact and silent. Aimee heard, too. But Heath raised his other hand, creating a wall to block her view.
"Don't. Don't bother with them, Aimee. It's not worth it."
Aimee wasn’t about to have anything obstructed from her view, so she immediately started to squirm in Heath’s hand, trying to get a look at what he wanted to hide from her.  Her heart fell to her knees when she caught a glimpse of a young male human sitting between a couple and a child that – in her opinion – was entirely too young to be in the restaurant.  She winced as the mother sloppily picked up the human and started to hand him over to the crying toddler.
“N-no!” she squeaked out, unable to stop herself.  “Stop that!”
The mother shot her a glance, but to her surprise the father sitting at the table, looked at her with wide eyes.  He shook his hand and mouthed something to the woman before opening his hand towards her and nodding down at it.
“Why you, little…” the woman grunted, passing the human to her husband.  The man gently set him down near his elbow and pet his golden hair before returning to his meal. But the woman at the table shot a look at Heath, disgust written all over the features.  “You might want to get a better hold on your pet, sir,” she said with distaste.  “Making a scene like that in a place like this.  It’s hardly surprising.”  Still though, she shook her head and returned to her meal as though it wasn’t worth ruining her night.
Aimee felt shocked but relieved that the human wasn’t going to be passed to that raging child.  As she and Heath continued to talk out of the restaurant, the human gave Aimee a small nod.  She knew it was a thank you for taking a risk and stepping in.  Several others watched as they walked past, but no one else said a thing as Heath opened the front door of the restaurant to let himself out and a blast of cold hair hit Aimee in the face, causing her to shiver immediately.
Aimee knew that it wasn’t much standing up to that couple at the restaurant, but there was a sort of safety she felt with Heath.  She beamed to her as they went outside and she desperately wanted to tell him that she would have never said anything like that if he wasn’t with her, but she was relieved that he didn’t say anything about it.  It was nice to think that she could do something like stand up for another human and he simply let her have this small victory.
Heath held her close, nearly concealing her from view while they waited for the valet to retrieve his car. He tipped the boy generously and took his place in the driver's seat.
As he quickly maneuvered to pull away she expected to be placed in the passenger seat of that ‘human-sized’ seat she had insisted he buy after that first trip with him, but instead she felt herself being lowered his lap.  He must have sensed her worry because as soon as she looked up at him, he was already peering down.  His hand came to her and gently brushed against her coat, increasing her feeling of safety and security.
As the car roared to life and they started to move, she couldn’t help herself, still feeling some of the effects of her ‘champagne binge’ and snuggled up against his stomach, enjoying the warmth radiating from him as he started to pull away.
"I'll be careful," he promised, smoothing his hand over her back, as if to ensure she was comfortable. Almost immediately, they hit a standstill of nightlife traffic, everyone looking for somewhere to park for their favorite nightclub.  "They really need another parking garage around here," he said under his breath, mostly to himself. When he was stuck for nearly six consecutive minutes, he decided it was safe to look down at Aimee.
"If I call you 'cute', would you hit me?"
His question, however, caught her off guard.  “W-what?” she croaked out, looking up him.
Yeay! Chapter Six!

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Go Aimee!!!!!!!