A/N: Ok, I love ZaDR to death and I love NnyEdgar/NnyOlderSquee and all that yummy Jhonen-ness that fanfic has to offer so I made a good enough one for all of you!! Feel grateful, only Unworthy reads my stuff that I don't show you guys. Well, as I said before, the beloved and wonderfully amazing Jhonen Vasquez, creator of Johnny the Homicidal Maniac (Which I have read almost all of, damn the internet shop that ran out of issue 5) and Invader ZIm, along with Fillerbunny, Happy Noodle Boy, I Feel Sick and all that other shat own these following characters and many many more and I sadly do not, but I can draw Johnny pretty darn well...I want his boots, I'd DIE to have them...oh well, hope you like my little drabble of ZaDR...

Detention- Dib's POV

Once again, Zim's idiotic attempts at explaining and rubbing in my face his plans to take over the earth had lead to yet another fight at school which got us into detention one day a few weeks into the new school year, yippy for us. But that day was different, I felt strange and odd for some unknown reason. The isolation with the small alien gave me a more comfortable atmosphere to gaze upon that luscious green skin of his and his body all together. I could help but catch myself an eyeful of it, I felt awkward that day, as I said before, and didn't understand where the sudden admiration came from. But, while I pondered such thoughts and my eyes dance across his figure, he noticed.

Our eyes met and I turn quickly away and set my sights on my issue of Swollen Eyeball Weekly that I had been reading earlier in the detention before I became preoccupied with him. He smirked and snuck quickly and quietly to the empty desk beside me while Ms. Bitters wasn't looking, she was rambling on about the world ending and other crap before finally leaving the room, Zim took the opportunity into his three-fingered clutch.

Before I could even deny his presence or make a rude remark, his voice sounded softly in my ear and his breath cascaded over the shell of it as well.

"You were staring at me, Dib. Weren't you?" His words sounded particularly sumptuous that day, had I never noticed that they'd always been when we were alone?

"I…I didn't mean to…I…" My voice cracked and my throat became as dry as a desert. Why was I acting so nervous, it was just Zim? The little alien sack of filth I have hated all my time of knowing him. Why was I stuttering over him? While I thought a little bit more about my actions, he leaned in closer and whispered, barley audible, but still there, "Let's ditch. What do you say, filthy worm baby?" His tongue, that sly, little extraterrestrial tongue of his, flickered in my ear for a second, just a second and...I lost it.

Turning towards him with so much effort, I might have fallen out of my desk if he wasn't right there in front of me, and I snuck a long, passionate kiss, hoping to God Ms. Bitters wouldn't walk in. His tongue felt so good on mine, but I had to pull away, I got spooked from a small sound in the hallway. He smiled, but the smile morphed into a small frown.

"What? What's wrong?"

"It wasn't enough…"

"I'm sorry. I'll fulfill your desire later."

"Why can't we ditch? Come on, I'm dyin' here!"

"One, Ms. Bitters in on her way back from where ever she was, I can tell because I just heard her groan about something and two, because I can't move right now."

"Why can't you- Oh…" He giggled after his words but stopped when Ms. Bitters, the old hag she was, stepped in and we sat in silence for the remainder of our punishment. Funny, we never really remembered why we were there in the first place.