The Start of Something New (G/t fluff/suspense)

Preface: Hi guys it's Panda/Ollie! Remember how I told you I found out my friend Swati is into G/t? I drew a few pictures with her. Anyways, last night we watched The Borrowers, then talked for a long while afterwards about G/t stuff. Anyways this morning she was inspired, and wrote me this story!! ITS SO CUTE
Anyways, just wanted you guys to know SHE wrote it, not me. But she doesn't have a dA so she's letting me post it here. Enjoy!
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Ollie picked me up off the floor. They put their hand down gently on the carpet, slightly cupped. I climbed in. I held onto their thumb as they lifted me to their face. I reached out with open arms as they rubbed their cheek against me.

"Hi" they said very quietly

"Hi!" I said, smiling.

I leaned against them and gave them some tiny kisses. I reached for their nose and they turned their head obligingly, tilting their nose towards me. I stroked the bridge of their nose and planted a kiss on the very tip of it. They smiled and made a small noise.
The noise made me jump and suddenly I felt very self-conscious and shy. I began to duck and cover into their hand, burying my face into it. I felt Ollie's thumb touch the top of my head and then stroke my back gently. I turned around and the thumb very gently booped my face. I couldn't help but smile shyly and kissed their thumb.

Ollie smiled an enormous smile and I kissed their thumb again just to see it. They held me up to their lips and very carefully touched me with them before moving me to their breast pocket. I climbed in. It was soft and warm and I could hear their thunderous heartbeat that once terrified me but now let me know that I was safe.

As Ollie started to walk I peeked over the lip of their pocket and looked out. It was a long way down and we were moving, jolting forward with every step but I wasn't scared. I was with Ollie. I was safe.

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It wasn't always like this. I used to be terrified. I would hide any time Ollie or any of their family was around. I'd scurry back to my sanctuary behind the walls.

But I always heard Ollie, when they were alone at home, calling out to me.
"It's ok," they'd say, "you can come out, I promise I won't squish you"

I didn't know if I could trust them. I didn't trust them. The fact that they knew I existed terrified me. But I knew I hadn't been careful enough. I left foot prints in the dust, I left hand prints on the mirror. And when Ollie had left me a crumb of chocolate the size of my hand I hadn't been able to resist. And they'd noticed that it was gone the next day.

Ollie knew I was in their house, there was nothing I could do about that. Yet I found myself unable to move on. They hadn't told any of their family members about me. They'd wiped away my hand prints and footprints. They'd left me the chocolate where they knew I'd find it. They terrified me. But I couldn't stop thinking about them. They clearly wanted to meet me very badly.

It didn't help that I was getting very lonely. I had lost my own family a while ago when  the house we were living in got fumigated. We'd gotten out but we'd gotten separated. I'd been living in Ollie's house ever since.

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Thinking about my family made me tear up slightly and I wiped my face on the inside of Ollie's pocket.

I felt Ollie sit down on their bed and I saw their fingers reaching for me. Their hand dipped into their pocket and scooped me up.

"Awwww, Swati," they said softly "you ok?"

They cradled me to their chest and held me against them as they lay down on their bed. I lay down on top of their chest, feeling it rise and fall with every breath, their hand covering me like a heavy quilt. They trailed their finger up and down my back.

"I'm ok now" I said.

And we just lay there like that. Not needing to speak. Just feeling the weight of their hand on my back, the movement of their breathing, the warmth of their skin. I snuggled deeper into them, blissfully relaxed.

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When Ollie and I first met, they took me completely by surprise. They snuck up on me.

They'd left a book out on their desk, a book about outer space. When I had looked up at their ceiling I'd felt small. I'd wondered if that was how they felt when they looked at the stars.

Anyway the book was bait. Kind of. Ollie was so observant when it came to me. They knew which of their books I'd flipped through, they knew which if their things I'd touched. Once when loneliness had made me bored and reckless I'd waited for them to leave and climbed onto their iPad and watched Cosmos on their Netflix account. I'd gotten nervous after 2 minutes of the first episode and ran back into hiding though.

They told me later that when it inexplicably showed up in their "recently watched list"  they realised that I had a thing for space.

They had left their book out on their desk, open and inviting. They thought I wouldn't be able to resist a beautiful spread of the galaxy. They were right. More right than they thought.

When Ollie had gone downstairs to dinner, I had gone straight for their desk. I hadn't been expecting them to bring their dinner back up to their room.

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That day had be fraught with tension. Presently I was very relaxed, lying on my gentle giant. I crawled out from under Ollie's hand. I wondered if they were asleep. They weren't. Their now familiar heartbeat was calm but awake. I started to touch their collar bones. Their heart began to beat faster.

I smiled. To have such an effect on such a large thing! I ran my hand along their skin, I stroked tendons, I kissed bones. Their neck was warm and soft. I could feel them breathing, their pulse speeding up, they swallowed and I watched their throat moving. I was still crawling, not quite wanting to step on them. I climbed up their neck and touched the bottom of their chin delicately. I kissed it. They started to giggle a little.

The giggles caught me off guard, I slid off their neck onto the pillow next to them. It was soft and warm. I crawled up to the side of their head.

"Sorry," they murmured, "You ok?"

I touched their soft ear lobe and said quietly "no need to be sorry, I'm fine". I kissed the ear lobe and kissed all the way up their ear touching the smooth edges of it feeling this huge, living person.

I remembered so vividly the image of the galaxy on the page they'd left open for me. I had been so utterly mesmerised by its beauty, the way it seemed to be moving and swirling on the page, how it seemed alive. Ollie was the same. Shifting, breathing and breath-takingly enormous.

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That was my impression of them that day, peering over the edges of their desk to look at me. I had been standing on the page feeling the galaxy swirling beneath me, pretending I was this vast, other-wordly being looking down at creation itself. Then I had turned around and seen an enormous pair of eyes looking down at me. And I was struck once more by how much of an insignificant spec I really was.

"Hello," they'd boomed.

I had snapped out of the stupefied state I'd been in and ran as quickly as I could away. The desk had been neat and tidy and there wasn't much place to hide. I had exposed myself in the worst way, I had no one to blame but myself.

I'd ducked behind a pencil holder and was looking around for an escape. Then I'd felt the pencil holder lift away and I was powerless to stop it.

And I remember that suddenly my thoughts had gone to my family. How they might not even be alive. How even though I was alone I har survived this long. How I refused to die without a fight. And I'd pulled a sewing needle out of my backpack. I had begun thrust it at them viciously and yell.

"Back off!!" my voice had trembled even as I'd shouted.

They had stood up now, still hunched over the table but not bent down. They backed away slowly, smiling infuriatingly. Even at my most dangerous, I was still barely a threat to them.

"I'm not going to hurt you" they said.

"I don't know that!" I had said, voice still trembling, knees still shaking. And I realised that it was the first time I'd spoken to someone in a very long time.

"I promise I won't hurt you" they had said, so quietly and so gently I'd almost believed them.

Then I'd dropped my weapon and sunken to my knees. I'd started to cry. And Ollie had taken care of me. Ollie had taken care of me ever since.

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I was grateful. I tried to convey that, as we cuddled now, I tried to press my gratefulness into their skin, with all I had, I explored their face with both hands trying to convey all the thoughts and feelings I had. I stroked their eyebrows, the soft folds of their eyelids. Ran my fingers along their soft lips, like giant pillows twitching with smiles.  I breathed in the smell of them.

And eventually, when I was tired, I curled up to sleep with my face buried in their neck, enjoying the warmth and closeness I'd missed before I'd met them.

"Thank you" I said, and it didn't matter if they'd heard my voice. I didn't have to speak. They were listening.