Gaz wasn't sure what to think.

Zim had asked her out.

The alien who had been so quiet as of late had come out of nowhere and hit her with such a curveball that even she had been unable to keep her normally stone cold facade up.

And the scariest part of it all was that she hadn't planned to say no.

There had been a brief time in middle school when Gaz had held feelings for the alien that constantly tormented her brother and occasionally amused her as well. She hadn't been certain he would return her feelings, so she had never voiced them and had instead ignored them.

High school had come and they had grown. She had gotten curvier and her hair had gotten darker. He had grown taller and gained some muscle.

She had ignored the hunger in her heart. There was no way he would ever look at her that way anyways. He was more likely to hook up with Dib than her anyways—that was what all the fanfics were about afterall.

And then he shows up and asks to take her to her sophomore prom the day before the dance?

It was so classically Zim that she couldn't help but smile.

She had searched for him after he had fled and had decided that he needed time alone and she would see him tomorrow before school. Bloaties was having a special that night and Gaz was never one to waste energy on something difficult.

The next day Gaz stood before the school and awaited the alien. He was always on time if he bothered to show up for school. Sadly, it appeared he wouldn't be coming today. As Gaz made her way inside—late—she couldn't help but feel depressed by this fact.

She lasted until second period before she just stood up and walked out of class. She ignored the security guard chasing after her and made her way to Zims.

The house was deserted enough to imply no one was home, but she knew better. Having broken into his home a number of times to save her brother from certain death or even more comical embarrassment, Gaz knew that GIR always left a pile of taco bags in the lawn if he was home.

If they had been gone for awhile the base computer would have cleared the trash away.

Knocking on the door, Gaz waited.

And she waited.

And waited some more.

Then she kicked the door down and stalked inside.

"Gazzy!" GIR cried happily as he made his way over to the human girl in the form of a metallic bullet slamming into her a the speed of sound. Gaz dodged him easily enough and he promptly flew out the busted down doorway.

The robot had barely dug himself out of the small crater he had made from the impact with the lawn when the blast door for the front entrance closed. Seconds later and a large imprint of the defective robot was made as he tried to bust back into the house.

"Where's your master?" Gaz asked the floating moose in the corner of the room. It mumbled something unintelligible at her and she nodded her thanks.

Making her way deeper into the house, Gaz found Zim's room—it wasn't too hard considering the massive "MASTER OF EARTH" stenciling on the door.

"Zim?" Gaz called out as she rapped on the door.

"Go away GIR, I don't want your feel-better-waffles." A muffled voice said from the other side of the door.

Sighing, Gaz opened the door and stepped inside.

Zim was laying on his bed.

Zim was shirtless.

Zim was...ripped.

"G-Gaz?" Zim asked, stunned to see the object of his sorrows in his room.

"You...you..." Gaz was not one who enjoyed being called feminine. She was not one to drool over boys. But the sight of the shirtless green alien with red eyes and sporting an eight-pack with biceps for days had her head spinning.

"Gaz I-" Zim tried to say only to have the purple haired girl tackle him onto the bed. He had barely managed to get a hold of her and they were kissing.

God they were kissing. So much kissing. Kissing until they were out of breath.

Her lips were soft. Her skin was soft. His lips on her skin felt awesome. He felt her touching him. She felt him touching her. They were tumbling around the bed in a fight for dominance as the kissing deepened.

Gaz groaned and Zim nearly died at the noise. He had thought her voice was endearing, but that damn moaning was just sin.

Grabbing her by the hips, Zim lifted Gaz up and slammed her into the wall of his small bedroom. She moaned and he repeated the process, causing her to moan again.

"Zim wants you to make that noise again," he whispered in her ear as her legs wrapped around his waist.

Gaz moaned obediently before leaning in to suck at his neck. Zim lost it and smashed her into the wall again. Gaz shoved Zim to the floor after an even louder moan and she straddled him. Before he cloud blink her shirt was off and the bra she was wearing looked like it was about to pop apart.

And they were kissing again. God he loved kissing her. Forget reproduction. He just wanted to kiss Gaz for the rest of his damn life.

Gaz broke the kiss and locked eyes with him. Their exchange was heated and they both knew what the other was thinking in that single glance.

"Master, Gir is on fire," the computer's voice said out of nowhere, breaking the mood immediately as Zim and Gaz fiddled with the others pants.

"FOR THE LOVE OF IRK!" Zim swore as Gaz realized what she was doing and flew off him. Her face was already darker than the crimson carpet of his bedroom as Zim flew out of the room to deal with his cock-blocking robot.

Well...

That had been unexpected.

As she waited for Zim to come back—assuming he would come back—Gaz redressed herself and sat on his bed. She had nearly fucked Zim. She had almost slept with her brother's most hated enemy. And she was absolutely thinking about continuing as soon as he returned.

Damn middle school affections resurfacing.

"G-Gaz? Are you decent?" Zim called out as he stopped just shy of the door. Gaz frowned at that, did he not want to see her? Was he disgusted?

"I-I just want to talk to you an-and Zim fears what will happen if he sees your perfect body as it was when he left..." Zim continued, sounding very flustered.

Gaz blushed again and swore under her breath as she fought to hide the massive smile trying to take over her features.

"Yeah, I'm clothed, come in."

Zim cautiously came into the room with his eyes closed, just to be sure. Gaz had to avert her eyes from that freaking body of his and tossed him a shirt as soon as he requested it. Sitting down next to her—not to far to be disinterested, but not too close to start something again—Zim opened his mouth.

"Zim is...confused..." He admitted awkwardly.

"Well no shit," Gaz stated simply as she refused to meet his eyes.

"Zim thought...you did not feel any...the earthling word is...a-attraction? Yes. He did not think you felt attraction for him."

Gaz sighed and looked up at him. Her heart went wild when her amber eyes met his ruby ones.

"I have a lot of...attraction for you Zim." She admitted, her face going dark red again as she said the words she had never thought would leave the confines of her mind.

"Zim is happy to-" Zim was cut off mid-sentence as their lips met again. It wasn't as wild or as rushed as their previous make-out session. It was a strong, simple kiss. Gaz had to restrain herself—she had been the one to grab him by the front of his shirt and pull in—but Zim kissed her back and the feeling was very enjoyable for them both.

After a moment, they pulled back and stared at one another.

"Wow." Gaz and Zim said in unison before both blushed darkly, one red and the other green.

"Does...does this mean you will come with Zim to the human dance?" Zim asked, that same damn hopefulness in his voice that had been there back in the cafeteria.

Gaz grinned and kissed him lightly. "Of course, you freaking alien," she said with a naughty smirk, "but I think we have more immediate things to take care of..."

And they were kissing again.