Let's watch a movie
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A quick picture that was prompted by the recently passed Hug A Giant Day. And I wanted to mess around with my new tablet
Thought I would also share a bit of an extract of an unfinished story of mine about a Borrower at a remote workers’ camp/site (likely will remain unfinished, unfortunately. At least for now).. . .
Dee careened her neck upward as Kristian covered the already small gap between himself and the desk, until his face loomed above. Her heart raced, painfully pounding in her chest, at the uncertainty of what the Bean had planned for them tonight…or perhaps it was excitement?
“I thought we could watch a movie together,” he said, lowering his hand down, open in front of her.
Without further prompting, Dee crawled nervously into the cup of his palm. His fingers, as he had quickly learned to do, curled gently upward as a barrier for her as he moved, heading to the barely-long-enough bed.
“I don’t really watch tv. I tend to stream things instead, on my phone. And…” Kristian paused to adjust his pillows against the wall at the head of his bed before carefully settling on the mattress atop the sheets.
Propped up slightly by the pillows, he lay back and stretched out on the king-single with a long sigh. Dee could see that there was little room to accommodate his length, noting that his feet were close to reaching the edge already. She was too distracted by the sight that she let out a small yelp as Kristian’s began to tilt and slope downward. And with a light plop, she landed on Kristian’s chest. Dee didn’t seem to notice the lingering pain biting her behind as, in some half-dazed state, she stared up at the Bean’s massive face. She had never been so close to him before, about one of her arm’s length away, to be able to see the tiniest movements and features on his skin. Had the mole under his eye always been so raised? Kristian didn’t seem to notice her looking at him, as his eyes darted back and forth at the distance behind her.
“I thought you might want to watch something on a screen that’s better suited to your size,” he continued absently as he scrolled through the tv and movie options on his phone.
At this distance, his voice boomed and reverberated through his chest and rippled through her entire body. His breath, smelling faintly of the fruity dessert he had just eaten, blew through just the top of her head. Unable to decide where to look, and far too stimulated by the swathes of new sensory experiences, she settled on turning around to see what Kristian was so focussed on. His phone, resting at the intersect of his chest and abdomen, shone clearly and brightly with flashing colours as his thumb swiftly swiped up, down and sideways on the screen. Indeed, she noticed that it resembled a television, like those installed in all of the camp’s rooms, but much more compact. In fact, when turned on its long side, it stood slightly shorter than she did.
The tiny borrower was drawn by the device like a moth to a bright blue-lit screen, and Kristian watched as she crawled over to the phone. As she reached out to touch the glass, he drew his thumb back, letting her own tiny fingers run along the cold surface. Surprisingly, the screen still reacted as she copied the movements of his thumb using her entire hand. Having become acutely aware of the tiny woman on him, he savoured the sight of her little body on his, taking up only a fraction of the expanse of his chest. She barely weighed a thing, yet her hands and knees tickled his skin. With her tiny rear in the air, it took all his willpower to resist pinching her little waist between his fingers and giving her a firm, satisfying squeeze. But Kristian stopped himself before the cute aggression steered his imagination to unsettling thoughts. God, she was cute though.
Dee gazed curiously at the pictures and animations of his phone, fascinated by them and how she was able to control their movements so easily, like a conductor guiding an orchestra with a flick of her hand. A smile gradually widened on her face: there were so few Bean things she could handle, let alone so smoothly. For a few seconds, she felt part of the Beans’ world; not as a begging floor-height visitor, but as normal as any of the Beans in the camp; watching their televisions, lying on their beds, without a worry that one of the housekeeper-ers would burst in with their monstrous vacuums, ready to suck up any poor soul in their path.
