"AAAHHH!" Dib ripped himself from the covers, sitting straight up from his bed. His heart was pounding so fast that he saw stars.
His hard breathing gradually died down, though he still felt completely shaky and light headed.
Dib's thoughts fell back onto what could have awoken him from such a deep sleep, when he realised he could still feel it.
He nearly jumped again, his heart re-quickened as he saw Zim, latched on to his waist.
A chill ran through him, though he didn't restart his panic.
He swore under his breath and then realised Zim was... smiling? His eyes shut tightly in a content sigh.
Dib was frozen, but he found he could still expel an, "umm...?"
"Quiet, Dib-stink." Zim kept his eyes closed. "Go back to sleeping."
"Wh— what?" Dib managed. Just then he realised how cold his upper-half had become without the covers. All the way until his waist, where Zim was still clinging. There felt absolutely wonderful. It was so warm and— when was the last time he felt a human's comforting touch? Or whatever Irken type touch, this must have been?
Dib wiggled back into place. He gave one last shiver and Zim gave him a squeeze, absorbing his movement.
He couldn't help himself, Dib wrapped his arms around the Irken's back. He lowered his head onto his pillow, and closed his eyes.
He tried to memorize this moment. How Zim felt. God, this feels so good. How long had Dib been this cold? How long without any signs of affection? Nothing, even from a platonic friend at skool, a sister... not even a parent.
"Why are you here, Zim?" Dib tried to keep himself from sounding accusatory, but he was just so angry he's missed out on the pleasure of something as simple as the touch of another.
"Dib is... warm," Zim breathed. He brought a gloved claw to Dib's chest. "Zim's Pak does not make Zim any warmer than the climate needs him to be..."
"You feel warm to me." So warm. Dib brought the blanket to seal in his shoulder, not wanting any of this comfort to escape into the night air. He sank back into Zim, closed his eyes, and let himself drift back to sleep.
This is what happens when Gothic Thorn is both freezing cold, and in a ZaDr mood. I like writing this style of ZaDr, anyway. A simple moment with very few explanations. I don't own the characters. Thanks for reading! Reviews are always welcomed.