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Thimble finished polishing the bit of metal that she’d dulled and prepared. It should work. Maybe.
It would be easier if she could talk about this with Thjazi but- but this was the one thing that she couldn’t talk to Thjazi about because- because it was about him!
Ever since the door to Faerie had closed, Thimble’s body had begun aging, the way that all the mortals here aged. And… and she’d begun to have, well, desires that never would have crossed her mind before.
Impossible desires.
Thjazi still wore his wedding ring around his neck. He still loved Aranessa. And Thimble… she was so small that she could fit into his palm. It was ridiculous to believe that he could ever think about her that way.
He did have physical desires of his own — meeting those desires was among the few times that he and Thimble weren’t together — and she’d begun to use those brief windows of time apart in order to explore her own body.
She’d tried thinking of anyone else except Thjazi but that had been pointless.
He was the one that her body desired. And her mind.
And her heart.
Thimble reached down and slid her fingers against the wet slit to her body. Thinking of Thjazi this way always made her body tremble and grow slick under her fingers.
Of course, even if she did manage to confess to Thjazi and if, by some miracle, he felt similarly… the differences in their sizes would still make anything between them impossible.
Wouldn’t it?
Thimble maneuvered her small metal rod into place — she’d seen this sort of thing used when she’d needed to sneak through brothels and the like — and pressed it against the entrance to her cunt. Frowned when it didn’t want to sink right inside.
Was she doing something wrong?
She pulled it away again and pressed her fingers into that spot instead. She thought that she’d measured correctly. Her fingers sank into her body and she- she pretended that she was… not that she was the same size as everyone else, but that Thjazi was her size.
He would have so much fun if he was pixie-sized. They could have all kinds of adventures together that he was too big to have as he was.
And- and after the adventures, when emotions were running high and their pulses were fast and the world was bright and crisp, then she would tell him… she would say… Thjazi, you mean everything to me.
No, that wasn’t clear enough. He already knew that.
I love you the way that Lady Aranessa did.
Terrible! It would remind him of Aranessa at a very inconvenient time. And Thimble and Thjazi had so much more that they shared than he did with Aranessa.
We are so close, Thjazi. But maybe there is a way we can be even closer.
Thimble curved her fingers inside her body and smiled. Yes, that was a good way to start.
She pulled out her fingers and pressed the curved head of the polished metal rod to herself again. This time, it was able to slid inside, and she bit down on the inside of her lip as she willed her body to relax so that it could press in further. Even if he was her size, Thjazi wouldn’t feel the same as the rod — he would be warm, beating with life of his own.
Still, it was an interesting feeling, to have something stiff and firm inside her. It had been cool when she’d first pressed it against herself, but was warming quickly as she tried sliding it in and out.
As far as first attempts went, not so terrible. Thimble squeezed around the rod, touched herself with her fingers, and experienced a spasm of pleasure that shot through her body.
She lay there trembling afterwards, and it took a bit of time for her to work herself up to sliding the rod out again.
Pleasure but not without a touch of wistfulness. Even if Thjazi saw her as an equal in a way that few did, when they looked at pixies, she couldn’t imagine he would think of her in the ways that she was beginning to look at him.
Only a touch of wistfulness, though. There was so much happiness in her bond with Thjazi. She couldn’t dwell on the what-ifs for long.
Another adventure awaited them tomorrow.