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Golden slumbers fill your eyes
Smiles awake you when you rise
Sleep, pretty darling
Do not cry
And I will sing a lullaby
Golden Slumbers // The Beatles
You found yourself tossing and turning on the large bed yet again that night - not from any particular thing plaguing your mind, nor from any discomfort that you could place. Rather, it was from the unfamiliarity. And the bed itself was not unfamiliar to you - you had shared it for months already, grown used to the pillows and sheets that were made for someone more than five times your size.
It was simply not as dark as you were used to it being while you slept - nor could it ever seem to be as warm, or as soft beneath you. The world felt too wide, too large in the way it surrounded you - hardly a problem for you during the day, as you’d certainly gotten used to being a human in a world of giants, but the evening only seemed to amplify a sort of latent anxiety within you. You felt vulnerable, in a way that didn’t make logical sense - especially considering that with the one who laid next to you, you were as safe as you could possibly be from any danger.
“Can’t sleep, darling?”
You rolled over and came face to face with your giant lover, who had somehow managed to rest his head a mere hair’s width away from yours without you noticing. Christopher had always had a strange knack for moving silent, but at this point, you had come to expect his sudden closeness. It didn’t startle you like it had used to.
“What, you noticed?” you mumbled sleepily, the hint of a smile on your face.
Christopher returned a smile of his own as he closed the distance between the two of you and nuzzled your torso with his nose. “I consider myself quite perceptive, love.” You were, as always, glad that you had decided to live at a larger size than most humans, under the effect of a permanent growth serum - it made it easier to return his affection by resting your head along the slope of his nose and giving it a soft kiss. “Is there anything I can do?”
You knew what he was getting at without having to see the playful look in his eyes. You’d had this very same exchange with him quite often now, but you always liked to pretend it was the first time. You liked to tease him, in whatever small way you could manage - as generally, you were the subject of being teased.
“How about a lullaby?” you smirked.
Christopher drew his head back slightly to give you a puzzled look, before he relented with a smile and leaned back in. “Well, if that’s what you want.” His lips were just inches away from your body as he began to softly hum a tune you’d heard him practice on the piano recently. Quiet as he was trying to be, his voice still vibrated throughout your entire body with a gentle intensity. He reached behind you to pull you even closer to him, cradling your tiny figure with his hand and tangling a finger or two in your hair.
It was enough to calm you considerably as you laid there in the near-darkness with him, feeling his voice more than hearing it. As he finished the tune, he looked down at you with half-lidded eyes, and you could see the desire he had for more. It was a desire that would serve you well in a bit, but you couldn’t resist playing with him a little more.
“How was that? Are you feeling tired yet?” Amusement tipped up the corner of Christopher’s lips.
“I think I am, actually. Maybe I’ll just go to sleep now.” You tried to sound as serious as you could, resisting the urge to break your facade with a smile.
Too quickly, Christopher seemed to accept your statement, shrugging his shoulder slightly. “Alright then. Goodnight, love.” He leaned over to give you a soft kiss on the forehead - though it was so quick, it could hardly be quantified as such - before he rolled over to face away from you, trying to hide a smile of his own as he did so.
He was never the first one to give in in these silly little games of yours. He always tried to act like he didn’t care - that he didn’t want to eat you as much as you knew he did. For a moment, you considered turning over yourself and letting the game go on further, just to see how long it would take for him to finally relent.
But, as always, you found yourself crawling towards him with a resigned smile. One day, you’d have the will to resist, but not tonight. And perhaps, not tomorrow, either.
You placed your hands along the bare expanse of his back, brushing some of his hair out of the way as you rubbed slowly in a small circle. It had always seemed like such a fruitless endeavor to show small signs of affection like this when his body was so overwhelmingly huge - but you were helped by his constant assurances that he appreciated whatever token of affection you were able to give. Even though you felt so small in comparison to him, he would always do his best to make you feel…less so.
You continued the motion for a while, knowing he was taking his time, like always - but you didn’t mind. Finally, he rolled over in place - turning away from you so as not to crush you - and placed a hand behind you again, pulling you against his body. You nestled into his soft stomach, hearing the muffled noises within that you craved to surround yourself with further. His heartbeat, steady and strong, was almost enough to fall asleep to, right then and there.
Almost.
“Did you want something, darling?” Christopher’s voice was as self-assured and coy as ever, but it made you smile widely as you buried your face further into him. You were ready to give in.
“I do,” you replied softly. You let him move you slowly away from his stomach, and relaxed your body as he sat up, cradling you gently in his palm as he held you in front of his face. Your legs dangled over the edge of his palm, but you had no fear of falling. Not when he was the one holding you.
There was a tender look in his dark eyes as he regarded you. He never looked so vulnerable as he did in this moment, where your shared desire lingered in the air between the two of you, wordlessly.
He brought you closer to his face, and you eagerly leaned towards him, meeting his kiss with a slow, steady passion. His lips were large enough for your entire face to be engulfed by their softness, which was never something he’d hear you complain about. His fingers behind your head pressed you ever so gently against him so that you sunk into the kiss even further.
Christopher parted his lips slightly, letting his warm breath wash over your skin. The warmth was an invitation - one that you were all too eager to accept. You placed your hands on the edge of his lips, growing more and more desperate to escape to the one place you knew you’d get a decent night’s sleep in.
At this, his lips opened wider and his tongue slipped out, teasing your bare skin and leaving a slight sheen of saliva behind. His fingers continued to push you forward, but he almost didn’t need to - you had already stretched your arms further into his mouth and dipped your head between his lips.
Between your crawling forward and his hands guiding you in, you found yourself resting on his tongue, just above the edge of his throat. His lips held your torso securely as his tongue moved around you slowly, getting a taste of you from every angle and covering you in warm, wet saliva. You chuckled to yourself - he might put on a front, but his mouth and his stomach were always quick to betray how eager he was to consume you.
You felt him tip his head back and swallow, and you began to fall head-first into his awaiting throat. The powerful muscles caught you and moved you downward in a way that had become all too familiar now, squeezing around you securely without crushing you. His body was as gentle with you as he was.
You felt the chill from outside disappear as your feet slipped into his mouth and every inch of you was now enveloped by Christopher. A few more practiced swallows later, you fell into his stomach, which seemed to greet you with an eager anticipation as it moved around you, the soft folds pressing against you with such loving attention, you’d swear Christopher had some sort of control over the movements himself.
You sunk into your comfortably dark escape, sighing contentedly as you felt the walls of the stomach press in on you ever so gently - a reassurance from Christopher that he could feel you within him as he rested his hand on his stomach.
“Comfortable, love?” It was less a question, at this point, and more of a statement of fact, as your answer was always the same.
“Yes,” you mumbled, reaching out in front of you to touch the stomach’s lining, as if to place your hand against where his own rested. “Thank you, Christopher.” You didn’t have his same propensity for nicknames - and when you spoke his name now, it came out with a sort of loving reverence that brought a blush to your cheeks.
His heartbeat was louder now that you were inside of him, but the steady, familiar rhythm was enough to lull you towards sleep, aided by the gentle movements of his stomach around you.
“Goodnight, darling,” he crooned softly.
It was no mystery, really, why it was so hard to sleep anywhere else.