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If I were your height.....	By : KBowman Category: A through F > Discworld Views: 3248 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-If I were your height.....
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Tiffany had never woken up to giant daisies before. It was new and different. But she was a witch, had been a witch for years, was the best eighteen year-old witch she knew, and witches were not worried easily. So she didn't start to panic straight away. Not when she turned her head and saw a giant ant crawling across a giant leaf. Not even when she turned her head the other way and saw Rob Anybody strolling through the giant grass towards her, suddenly man-sized rather than Nac Mac Feegle sized - although she reasoned it was her that had become Nac Mac Feegle sized, not him who had become human sized. Then she sat up and realised she was completely naked, and that was when full-blown panic tapped her on the shoulder and tried to attract her attention.
Rob Anybody was a few metres away. Tiffany stared at him desperately then looked around for somewhere to hide. By the time he reached the clearing of grass she had been lying in she was peeking out from behind two strategically placed giant daisies. At first she thought he was going to pass her by entirely, not even noticing her, but as he reached the daisies she was hiding behind he stopped and looked directly at her. For a second she really believed it was a coincidence and that he hadn't really noticed her at all, but then he reached out with one long-fingered blue hand and twitched aside a flowerhead.
'Rob Anybody!' Tiffany snatched the flower back, blushing fiercely red. 'Don't you dare...'
'Ach, lassie, I only wanna ta see who wer a'hidin in the wee flowery bits.' He said. He was grinning. Tiffany glanced over his shoulder and decided he must be alone. He wasn't being nearly as shy as he was with the other feegles. Or maybe that was just because she was now inches shorter than him, rather than feet higher. She tried to cover more of herself, feeling horribly exposed. Rob was rocking on his heels and looking her up and down. She glared at him.
'Rob. I'm naked. Please... go away.'
'Yer a more normal sizeable girly now I cannae help but notice.' Rob said. He stepped closer. Tiffany tried to step back, and then realised that would mean letting go of the daisies covering her modesty. And he knew it too. Wretched feegle. He took another step closer. She only came up to his chin now, she noticed. His blue chin. She was eye-level with his tattooed chest. His naked tattooed chest. She swallowed.
'Rob, I mean it. I am..... not myself. I need time to.... become.... myself. Again. And so I need you to leave. Now.'
'Are yer fashed aboot bein a'nekkid an all?' He was standing millimeters from her now, the daisy heads pressed between them. Tiffany was thinking desperately about how to get out of this. She hadn't spent time alone with Rob.... ever, really. Once upon a time she had chosen him to be her husband, but that was years ago. And it had only been as a trick. It hadn't been about him. Not him personally. He'd been several feet shorter than her. She had been a kid. Now she was an adult, and he was an adult, and he was quite tall actually, and handsome if you liked that rugged, lined, bricks-in-a-sock look on a man. That and blue tattoos and red hair you could light fires with. And..... kilts.
'Lassie?' He lifted her chin lightly with a finger, forcing her to meet his eyes. He was no longer grinning. Tiffany met his eyes defiantly. She pushed her shoulders back, determined not to look bothered. Or fashed. Whatever.
Then he pushed the daisy heads aside and pulled her into his arms in one firm movement. She lost her breath entirely. Her arms were trapped between them, her hands pushed against his broad chest, her thighs pressed against his. And something else between them, rock hard, a sensation she had never imagined feeling racing through her blood and fizzing in her fingertips.
'Lassie.' He said again, breathing it into her ear. Every nerve ending on her body screamed. Black spots were dancing in front of her eyes.
'Rob.' She whispered. Then he was laying her down on the grass, smoothing it underneath them, and then he was above her, bending his head to lick tentatively at her neck, tiny cats-tongue strokes that made her shiver all over. His weight was pressing down on her, his elbows holding him above her, his beard scratching lightly against her throat as he ran his tongue over her skin. Her arms were freed from between them but she had no idea whether to push him away or touch him, so she kept them by her sides, but her hands clenched into fists over and over in time with his movements.
He pulled away for a moment. Their eyes met and Tiffany tried to hold onto a semblance of sanity. This was not her. This was not Rob, surely. There had never been.... there was never... he..... they weren't suited! She had never thought of him like that. Never before now. But then.... maybe size did count for quite a lot.
Then Rob kissed her, and she forgot about how things used to be. It didn't matter. Not right now. Everything else could wait.
It wasn't a soft kiss. Rob was a feegle. He was rough. His tongue thrust into her mouth and he bit her lips, not hard enough to draw blood but enough to make her gasp. One of his hands found her breast and squeezed it hard, kneading it and pinching her nipple until she writhed beneath him in pain and lust. He kissed her fiercely, with hunger, and Tiffany was sure this was how he went to war, with wild abandon, no holds barred, full-on emotion. His hand stroked down her body and then his lips were gone and she gasped for breath, suddenly afraid he was stopping, but he was kneeling above her, looking down at her as he pulled his kilt off in one quick motion. Without it he was naked. Tattooed all over. Tiffany understood the direction of his gaze at once. Then his hands were on her thighs, pushing them apart, her legs sliding easily over the smooth grass. She took a deep breath and met his eyes again. He moved over her and kissed her, covering her with his body, his mouth hot and urgent. She could feel him between her thighs, a hard, warm pressure against her. She spread her legs a little more beneath him and groaned when he pressed forwards. He paused above her and waited until she met his eyes before thrusting hard into her, his full length buried inside her.
'Rob!' She screamed. Her nails dug into his back and she arched upwards, burning in pain and burning with desire as well. It wasn't enough, and it was too much at the same time. Then he pulled out of her and thrust in again, and that was it, that was what it was all about, it was just.... right.... He was fucking her faster, his cock pushing into her tight, wet pussy, and he was groaning, whispering into her ear, his hands gripping her as he thrust harder into her, and she rocked beneath him, her arms locked around him, oblivious to anything and everything except the feeling of Rob Anybody filling her, fucking her, driving into her harder and faster until she was bucking and pleading with him, more, more, and he was giving more, biting her neck, digging his sharp nails into her, scratching her, forcing her legs farther apart until it felt as if he could go no further without splitting her in two and still there was more, her hands tangled in his red hair, a delicious building tension in her whole body that rode over her like a wave, like he was riding her, a little further with every stroke of his cock until the wave broke and she arched upwards in his arms and screamed, her head thrown back, his lips on her neck, her whole body shuddering as wave after wave shattered across her nerves. As it began to recede Rob suddenly found a burst of speed and as he came into her, biting down hard on her shoulder and grinding himself deep inside her, growling, she collapsed underneath him and they lay on the grass, sweating, tangled together.
'Rob?' Tiffany said after some time had passed. 'I...'
'Ach, lassie, dinnae go spoilin it with yer fashing.' Rob said. He propped himself up on one elbow to look down at her. 'Yer'll be wanting t'break that wee magicky trick on yerself soon anyways.'
They lay in silence for a while, and then Tiffany sat up and looked down at Rob. He grinned at her.
'If yer want'ta, that is....'

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I had to get this off my chest. I was reading The Wee Free Men today and had a sudden flash of Tiff and Rob if they ever met on equal ground, and it wouldn't leave me alone :) bit of a one-shot smut thing really!
Anyway, thanks for reading. Hope it gave some of you the same enjoyment it gave me just thinking about it!
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If I were your height.....