Okay, I don't do One-shots. They're just not my thing. But, I just had a weird vision while I was sitting bored today and this is what it eventually morphed into. So anyway, first and probably last ZADR (not really a huge fan). Anyways, reviews are always appreciated.

I kneel before him on one knee. I don't look into those big magenta eyes of his. I'm too ashamed to do that.

He's given me a thorough lashing; beat me with the wooden stick like a piece of chattel who misbehaved. Only there's no stick in his hand. Just his harsh words and his displeasure that sting worse than a thousand sharp sickles piecing my side, and the icy stare of those eyes I refuse to acknowledge.

I'm begging for mercy. I hate when he gets upset. The truth is, I can't ever do anything without his approval. He knows this, probably better than me. That's why he does this. He tantalizes me to the breaking point then pulls back just before it's too late. The strange thing is though, is that I keep coming back. But can I help it? He's like a drug. Once you experience it, it's hard to stop.

I look at him, tears welling in my eyes, "Why?" I ask gently. "Why do you love me?"

He leans back in his chair, his eye twitching with almost a twisted look of madness in his Irken face. "It is my will!" he yells between clutched teeth.

I just stare down briefly and I rub the tears away from my face. He lays his arm around my shoulders and he leans in, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead. "And...I don't think I could ever find another Dib..."

I choke up a bit, unable to stifle the burning sensation in my throat. "I love you too..." I say, as I look up into the now softened look on his face.

He leans in again, only now we embrace. We collapse into the floor – both of us lying prostrate now as we rub over each others features. We stay there a while, me leaning against him, hearing his heart beat while he exhales his warm breathe on my naked neck, lapsing it with his tongue.

After a few moments, I turn over and we continue to stare at each other. And I know, at this instant, everything was reconciled; at least for a short while. But before I can say anything, he touches my cheek with his gloved hand, his face now grown a bit more serious. "By the way" he says, "I ate your dog..."