(Pur's POV. Rated T. Drabble... a bit silly at the end. Invader Zim is Jhonen Vasquez's, but this story is MINE! Haha!)
Secrets
It's hard to keep a secret like this.
Do you have any idea how much I hate this? Day after day, sitting in that chair, waiting for our break? Without one word? Without one mention of what goes on between us? Could you imagine a world where you may go for days without even a hug from your partner, even if he's right there beside you?
I guess it's not all bad. He gives me those discreet smirks every now and then - you know, the kind that give promise of what we'll be doing the next time we're alone. That sly look, with a twinkle in his eye. Then there's the way he secretly brushes me. When we pass each other, when we walk side by side - his hand usually finds a way to brush my own, and I always find a way to hook one of my fingers around his, if only for a second or two. Sometimes we won't bother to purchase two drinks - we'll just share one, passing it to one another when nobody is paying attention.
But I like it when we're alone better. When we're stuck in public, the only thing we can really do is goof around or tease each other. But when we're alone, I can lean against him, smile up, and make my puppet-self kiss his cheek. When we're alone, my antennas are nuzzled, stroked, caressed. When we're alone, he'll hook our PAK's up, a wire running from his to mine. When we're alone, he'll lazily wrap an arm around me, and we'll just talk. Not about invaders, or conquests, or jokes, or food, or even Zim. We'll just talk. Even better, there are times we're just silent.
Sometimes we even kiss.
Then there are the moments he'll just stare at me. Those moments that cause me to fidget, yet feel a shudder down my back that makes me hum. I know he likes my eyes - I notice how he'll look away from them, his cheeks hot, trying to look cool. Those are the times I'll rest my head in his lap, pull him down, and force him to look at me, a smile across my face. Usually, one comes over his as well.
It's a relationship that goes on in silence, one that perhaps nobody will ever understand. There are times that not even we understand it, but it's always there.
I hate so bad that right at this moment, as these very thoughts run through my head, that we're in public. I'm in public... over my Empire....
Attempting to explain that the moaning they heard last night was all in their heads.