#shhh no no it's not a toxic relationship it's very sweet and romantic I promise

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The Tiny (Chapter 7)

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------ Chapter 7: Fondness ------

I prep another bath for Jackie, so she can wash off all the filth. When I come to collect her, she’s fresh and clean, dressed in a light set of pajamas. My heart soars when I offer her my cupped hands, and she willingly enters them. I feel lighter than I have in weeks. We don’t speak to each other, but the silence feels comfortable and subdued, rather than strained. I can tell she’s weary after her adventure inside my mouth and just wants to relax. 

I take her into the living room, recline on the sofa—the very same one she’d been hiding under just this morning—and turn on the TV. I like to watch the cooking channel, but I figure that’s probably not the best idea, so I change the programming to something inoffensive, an old movie. I’m amazed to find that I’m not hungry anyway. She’s worked miracles for me. 

At first, I keep her tucked securely in my palms, but my arms start to get stiff and tired. So I drop her into my lap instead, where I hope she’ll be comfortable. My stomach flutters with butterflies when she snuggles up to my torso, wrapping herself in my shirt like a blanket. I can’t focus on the TV at all, with how flustered I become. She smells heavenly. Without my hunger to interfere, I feel very cozy and content.  

She falls asleep on me. I bask in her quiet radiance, enjoying her smallest movements as she shifts in her sleep. I grow weary as well, so I gently worm my hand underneath her until I can lift her without waking her up, and bring her to my bedroom. I get comfortable, with her light weight resting on my chest, and fall into a deep slumber. 

It’s the best sleep I’ve had in a long time, dreamless and refreshing. I awaken in a daze, yet very pleased. Out of habit, I sit up in bed and stretch my arms high above my head, forgetting the tiny lady on my chest. I recognize my error immediately when I feel Jackie tumble down my belly with a surprised squeak. To my horror, she topples on top of my underwear, landing squarely astride the hard pillar underneath. 

Time seems to stop as we both freeze in shock. My face sizzles with embarrassment, particularly as my blood rushes to my eager groin. She turns as red as a cherry tomato and springs back with force, colliding with my torso. I’m ashamed to admit my dick twitches from the stimulation of her physical contact. The carousel of erotic fantasies I conjured up yesterday parades through the primitive pleasure center of my brain as I look down at her. A hearty carnal passion rises within me, but definitely not one that either of us are ready to satisfy in reality. 

She meets my eyes with shame and we can only stare stupidly at each other for several moments, trapped together with our mutual mortification. I imagine I must feel hot as a furnace to her, with how aroused and flustered I am. My body is all around her, smothering her with my masculine musk and warmth. My self-awareness only darkens my blush more. 

She breaks first, ducking away and hiding her face with humiliation. “Oh my gosh, I can’t believe that just happened, I’m so, so sorry!” she blurts out. 

I can’t help but chuckle with how cute she looks. I remind myself that she can’t read my thoughts; she doesn’t know all the dirty, inappropriate desires plumbing the depths of my soul. “It’s alright, it’s alright! I know it was an accident! I should be apologizing to you!” I assure her as I wrap my hands around her delicate form. I raise her up to my eyes. 

She peers through her fingers at my smiling face, before a fresh wash of pink crests her cheeks. I’m charmed by how adorable she is. She removes her hands from her face and presses her palms against mine, sitting up from her cowering pose. She shyly avoids my gaze, instead opting to survey the canyons and ridges of my palm with her dainty fingers. Her touch tickles my skin and makes my heart sing. 

“It’s okay,” I utter softly. My stomach purrs; I hope she didn’t hear it. “Why don’t we get some breakfast?” She agrees, but I detect an undercurrent of uncertainty behind her expression. I pray I can restrain myself. I’m feeling strong today. 

I hastily dress to hide my raging boner, hoping that Jackie doesn’t notice when I completely fail to calm my lust. I don’t want to waste time, so I content myself with a generous bowl of cereal. I crumble up flakes for her and add them to milk in a bottle cap. I chomp down my cereal with confidence, watching Jackie in my peripherals politely sip hers. She’s not shaking like before. Maybe it’s my dick talking over my stomach, but I don’t feel quite so desperate to consume her. 

I want to do something special for Jackie, to show her my appreciation. I want to demonstrate to her, in a subtle way, that I care about her, even if she will never reciprocate my feelings. I want her to feel safe around me. I can’t take her anywhere near other giants, but I do live in a peaceful and secluded region, surrounded by the beauty of nature. 

“Want to go outside for a walk? I could use some sunshine,” I ask her. A smile overtakes my lips, as I gaze down at her. She’s my little ray of sunshine. 

“Sure,” she agrees, fiddling her hands with mild nervousness. I love her endearing little mannerisms. I envelop her in my fist and perch her on my shoulder. My heart hums when she climbs into my collar, pressing herself up to my neck. I walk with steady, deliberate strides for her comfort, and step outside. 

The day is beautiful. Bright sun kisses the trees and foliage, making every individual leaf sparkle like an emerald. The wildflowers explode with rainbow colors in meadows of gold. A soothing calm settles over me as I stroll through the trees. I’m so happy to be able to share the scenery with Jackie. Every touch from her alights my skin with pure joy. 

I hope she feels less confined, being outside. However, she keeps shifting under my collar, and I can feel her heart rapidly ticking against my neck. My throat constricts, and a sharp edge twists in my gut. Despite her calmer exterior, her heart betrays her true feelings. She’s scared. I’ve hurt her, and the damage is done. I can’t undo my wrongs. 

“Jackie?” I bring up. “I can feel your little heart beating so fast, are you alright?” 

She flits in response. “I-I’m fine.” Her voice is louder than usual, so close to my ear, yet I’m unable to decipher the complex emotions conveyed within. It’s high-pitched, rapid, almost frantic. 

There’s no point in dancing around the issue. “Are you still afraid of me?” 

“No, no! It’s not that, I’m not afraid. I’m fine, really.” That same frantic tone. She’s concealing her true feelings. I wish I could see her, but she’s in my blind spot. 

“Ok, good.” I don’t really believe her. My ephemeral happiness is tainted with sorrow. Is she just placating me, pretending to be agreeable, out of fear that I’ll devour her when dissatisfied? It was wishful thinking on my part, to ever believe that she’d grow to like me, or even tolerate me. I blink away my melancholy. I’m too sensitive. 

I brush those thoughts aside. Whether she likes it or not, she’s stuck with me if she wants to stay alive. If I can, I still wish to make her happy. “I want to show you something.” We’re ascending a ridge cloaked by trees, to one of my favorite lookout spots. I shade my eyes as I step out of the shroud of leaves, into the blinding sun. 

I want to see Jackie’s reaction, so I gingerly pinch her between my fingers and lift her out of my collar. She doesn’t struggle or cry out, which heartens me. I sit on a rock and set her on my knee, circling my hand behind her for security. “What do you think?” 

She exhales sharply in surprise. The view is quite stunning: I can only imagine how much larger and grander it must appear to someone of her stature. The cliff overlooks a rustic countryside of farms and fields, glistening with lakes, seas of grain, and leafy green crops. The landscape is teeming with life—ducks, chickens, livestock, even a few people—against a cloudless backdrop of bright blue. “It’s beautiful,” she tells me. 

I rub her back tenderly with my thumb. “I thought you might like it.” Rather than shying away, she subtly leans into my touch. She gazes up at me with a kind, open smile that feeds my soul. I’m struck by how comely her countenance is when she smiles. The sun paints her face with streaks of light, and gives her hair and eyes a brilliant luster. Maybe I’m just unusually emotional today, but the sight moves me almost to tears. “See, the Land of Giants isn’t so bad now, is it?” I put forth hopefully. 

“I suppose not.” She doesn’t break eye contact, implying some degree of sincerity. I temper my confidence, with the knowledge that I’m likely being overly optimistic in my assessment. She couldn’t possibly have any positive view of me. 

“I’m glad that you’re here with me,” she expresses. My heart jolts. I beam with unrestrained vigor, enough to make my cheeks hurt with how wide my mouth stretches. We sit for a little while, drinking in the special moment, until we’ve had our fill. 

“Let’s go home,” I suggest. I tuck her back into my collar, so she can’t see my fluttering eyes and lips. My chest is bursting with rainbows as I return home, with my sweet little Jackie lounging on my neck. 

Chapter 8