(A/N) so here i am again, crawling back to my wonderful readers with a pathetic excuse. i was busy. Look, okay, i've had a lot of shit go down in the past few months. Some breaks, emotionally, psychologically. now school is starting soon. Accept these words as an apology? Enough depression now! now we begin my new creation. I DO NOT OWN INVADER ZIM
Hummingbird Prologue
He never stayed long. Always zipping from one place to the other. When I first saw him I could see it in his eyes. They were blue and so alive; they were like fire blazing in a cave of ice.
The blaring music made it hard to hear anything besides the thumping of the bass. I had just aced a major test in my physics class and was hoping to celebrate with friends. The only problem was...I don't have any.
Alone in the booth, I grimaced as i lifted my hand from the table noticing something sticky rubbed off on my arm. I sighed taking an ample amount of my heavily spiked lemonade I gazed at the crowd of drunken dancers in the club. And I saw him. He danced like he was waging a war against the music. He put so much passion into every motion. I couldn't tear my eyes away from him. His emerald skin began to glisten with a sheen of sweat. Granted it was an unusual shade but it only piqued my interest more. I can't even explain my actions as I relay them now. It was as if he called me to him with his body. He pulled me deeper into his hold; and before I knew what was happening he closed the small space between our lips and I saw ecstasy. He tasted like nothing I've ever known. It was almost as if his kiss was electric. This isn't like me, I've never done anything like this.
My mind was spinning as well as the room when we arrived in one of the back rooms of the club; specifically designed for spontaneous situations like this. We wasted no time ridding each other of the offending clothes getting in the way of our impulsive lust. This wasn't right but I didn't care. I inhaled his scent; a tropical perfume with a natural musk of sex and the faint smell of iron. Our bodies joined in a hasty thrust; I could see pain in the shadows of his eyes for just a moment before pleasure overtook him once again. The feel of his skin on my fingertips was pure bliss. Savoring this moment was all I could think of. The pleasure sparked in my abdomen violently spasming as if it was trying to be released. I heard him moan louder but it was distant as if I heard it from far away rather than right next to his face as I was. I don't know if I could form the words correctly but I'd hoped that he understood. Everything was going so fast I could barely perceive what I had just done.
Feeling rushed I'd finished hurriedly and began to clothe myself before he even knew I was leaving.
"Wait! What are you doing? You're just going to leave?" I stopped immediately as I heard his voice. I smiled as I realized I didn't even know his name. "Listen, I'm sorry. I've never done this before, I have no idea what I'm doing. Uhmm, my name's Dib by the way." He smirked. "What kind of a name is Dib? Hmph, my name is Zim. Don't you dare forget it." I smiled and buttoned my jeans. "Well, Zim. It was very nice meeting you."
"Oh," he said, "I'm not done with you yet." I raised an eyebrow at this and sat back down on the tacky red cloth bed. "Oh really? And prey tell, what do you intend to do with me?" He got up from the bed and walked over to me taking my chin in his hands and kissing me gently, slowly; not at all like before. "I'm going to love you." He said.
He never stayed long. Always zipping from one place to the other. When I first saw him I could see it in his eyes. They were blue and so alive; they were like fire blazing in a cave of ice.