Bath and bed

Note: I try not to be descriptive, but there's some nudity. Other then that, enjoy.

"This sucks," I grumbled, sitting on the bathroom sink as Samantha plugs up the sink after finding the right temperature.

Samantha squats down to get a better look. "At least your leg isn't broken. It's just a popped knee cap."

I cross my arms, muttering. "It still hurts like hell though."

"It's better than a broken leg."

True.

With the sink filled to a reasonable amount, here comes the hard part. Getting undressed. That's not the worst part, to be honest. I need help taking a bath, how humiliating is that? I'm not the kind of person who asks for help. I usually like doing things on my own.

"Arms up," Samantha says.

"No, no, I got it." I wave her fingers off. I may have a hurt leg, but I'm not completely useless.

I pull off the wet hood, then the shirt, then reach for my bra. I look up to see Samantha still looking at me. There's a tinted blush on her cheeks.

Maybe I won't take off my underwear after all.

I reach for my shoe and pop it off with ease. My hurt leg isn't going to be so easy. I blame the skinny jeans. Now I got to think about taking these devil pants off.

Samantha sees my struggle and asks if I need a hand.

"Here, let me-"

"Look, I-" Irritation nearly gets the better of me. Realizing that I can't get mad her for trying to help, I'm also frustrated with myself for not being able to do something as simple as taking off my own shoe. "Would... like that."

A dash of joy crosses her face. You wouldn't be able to tell if you were a giant, but I'm small and notice things a lot easier then most. She must be happy to see that I trust her. Or, maybe she just likes to help.

She does her best to be as ginger and gentle as possible. Every now and then I flinch when my leg moves the wrong way, but besides that Samantha does a good job removing the shoe. Next, are the jeans which are going to be the death of me.

Sam stands me upright and I unbuckle my pants. She slowly begins to pull the left leg off first then right. I'm slowly put back down.

"S-so... do... do you st-still need me or..." Sam's voice squeaks. She's beat red and full of embarrassment.

"Yeah, I still do. I'll make things as easy as possible for you, okay?" I respond with as much sincerity as I can muster, Trying not to think about the predicament I'm in.

She nods and takes a deep breath and releases. "Okay, I... I think I'm ready."

I begin unclamping my bra but decide to leave my underwear on. Samantha doesn't need to feel more embarrassed and neither do I.

"I'm ready," I say, my arms hiding my chest. It's for both mine and Sam's sake.

Samantha, still red-faced, scoops me up in her hands then dips them in the warm water. I sit in her hands awkwardly waiting for something to happen. Samantha's hands are going to wrinkle up.

She puts me in one hand and scoops up some water. I know what she's doing and allow her to do it. Warm water run down my head soaking me. She giggles a little. Hearing something so childlike after a horrible morning puts a smile on my face.

She gets some hand soap, a teardrop sized blob of blue, for me to use.

I thank her and begin to wash my body. It's probably the most awkward moment of my life. To sit in someone's hand, nearly naked, and washing your body. It just sounds. So. Bad.

I try not to think about it as much, but something like that is hard to ignore when a giantess has her gaze beaming down at you.

Once I'm done washing, Samantha dumps water on me to rinse the soap off. She takes me out of the warm water, something I'll regret in a few seconds. Cold air hits me like the wind on a spring day. I wrap my arms around myself to try and keep in the warmth, but it's sucked away.

I always hated getting in the shower then getting out. Cause water is never warm enough or too warm, like blistering hot. Then you'd have to get out and deal with the cold air. I'm sure you all have taken a shower or a bath, but it sucks!

"Hold on a minute. Let me get you some clothes." Samantha says as she sets me down on the cold counter. She gives me a fluffy hand towel before leaving the bathroom.

I dry myself off as best I can. It's not hard really. I Wish I could have washed my hair though. It's going to be a pain in the ass to brush out all these knots. People with long hair will understand.

Today has been an adventure. A terrible one.

Saw an old friend of mine. Well, I wouldn't say "friend" but we used to be. Met another psycho that has some serious breakup issues. Became a piece of candy for at least a minute or so and my leg almost got ripped out of its socket. Yeah, today is great.

I wonder what Alexia said is true though. I'm just some girl Samantha bought so she wouldn't deal with being lonely. I'm not sure how to feel about that. It sucks when all you have is butlers and maids to talk to and not your actual family.

But if this makes her happy then I don't care really. The girl seems like she needs some of that right now. After all the shit that's she's been through, one hundred percent deserves some joy in her life.

Samantha re-enters the bathroom. "Okay, I'm back and I got you some comfy clothes to wear." She holds fresh clothes for me to wear.

I'm glad she brought a simple t-shirt and shorts and underwear. I'm not putting pants back on for a while.

"Thanks," I say and reach for the clothing.

It takes some time for me to get dressed. With a little bit of Samantha's help, I'm able to do it quicker.

We move back into the bedroom and I'm laid down on one of the fluffy pillows in bed. I sink right into the fluff. It's nice and soft on my body, I like it.

Samantha crawls onto the bed as well and lays next to me. She's in her own space. I look over to see that she has her eyes closed, her fingers fiddle by with something around her neck.

She looks relaxed, calm, gentle, and beautiful. A few features I've noticed over the week, but never have been thankful for until know. There are many people around the world who are cruel and abusive to their pets, their kids, and tinies. I'm just lucky to get a good owner like Samantha.

Having a kind owner might also come with some reasons. I'd like to know those reasons.

"Hey, Sam," I say loudly. "Why did you buy me?"

Samantha takes in a deep breath and exhaled. "It gets lonely not being able to talk anyone else. At school, I don't have many friends, and at home, my parents are hardly ever home. So I wanted someone to talk to."

"It's not because you had just gone through a breakup?" I ask. For some reason, I fear the answer she may give. To be someone's forceful back up after a breakup sounds terrible.

"No... where did you get that notion?"

I shake my head. "Nothing. Nowhere."

Samantha rolls over on top of me. Not on top of me physically it's just her head floating over me and casting a shadow.

"It wouldn't be nothing if you weren't asking. So? tell me."

I may be holding back, but I haven't figured out if it's for my sake or Samantha's. Either way, she asked me to tell her so there is no going back now. "Alexia told me you wanted a girl who won't run away from you and... I don't know... It makes me feel weird, like upset or sad to think that."

Samantha blinks, shocked that I'd say that. "I wouldn't do that. Alexia is a true jerk for saying that. I told you why I bought you, I was lonely."

How am I supposed to feel about this? Happy? Sad? Angry? It's not Sam's fault for knowing how I feel. I don't even know how I feel! What am I supposed to do?!

"You didn't buy me for any other reason?" I ask. This fear inside me is growing. I don't want to hear her answer. I don't! I don't!! I DON'T! "Nothing else? I'm nothing but someone's talking buddy whenever they feel lonely or sad?"

Samantha can see that I'm hurt and in pain. Does she understand? Does she know? Who cares. No one ever does!

"I don't know why I bought you," Samantha whispers softly. She's just as confused. "I thought I bought you so I wouldn't be lonely, but you've got a stubborn personality. For some reason I... I liked it and then... Well..."

The look of guilt on her face tells me everything.

"You fell in love with it," I mutter, wide-eyed. "Samantha I-"

Soft red lips press up against my cheek. More like half my face not my cheek. Some kind of shock runs through my veins as my face is quick to light up red.

The kiss is quick and Samantha pulls back her own red blush. She covers her mouth, keeping herself from speaking or spilling her secrets.

Oh, my gods! Oh, my gods! Oh, my gods! What the hell was that!? She just kissed me out of the blue! Or was it out of the blue? There's no way on Earth feelings can develop for a person that fast! Right?

Well, giants came out of nowhere too so I guess this isn't too far fetched, but I've never heard of a giant falling for a tiny. Ever! Is that even possible?!

"Uh..."

"I'm sorry," Samantha mutters shamefully. "I didn't think... I... I...."

"Samantha, it's okay," I say, trying to stand, but my feet get sucked up in the fluffy pillow. The hurt leg doesn't help either. "Wah!"

Pain shoots through my leg and I stumble off the pillow. Samantha juts her hand out and catches me with ease. Has her hand always been this soft? Or this warm?

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah... yeah, I'm okay. Just a little-" I cut myself when looking up at the girl who has saved me for the third time this week. She looks gentle yet scared.

"Caesar, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do that. You just sounded so broken and sad and miserable." She keeps rambling on and on about the mistake she made to kiss me, but I know I exactly why she did it.

She's fallen in love.