Sometimes Dib would forget that his boyfriend was a germaphobe, though today he found himself harshly reminded of this fact. He sulked from his spot outside the bathroom door, listening to the rush of fake-water and muffled curses from inside the room.
The day had started out well enough, with Dib waking holding Zim close and the Irken offering him a sleepy morning kiss. Gir had come in and given them pancakes and the Irken had let them eat it in bed as the robot sauntered off elsewhere. Dib had grinned, feeding the alien a chunk from his fingers, both of them forgoing the utensils out of laziness. Zim had smiled cheekily as he ate the piece, tongue curling round his fingers to lick off the remaining sauce. Dib had then found a piece being offered to him from green clawed hands and he hadn't wasted a second in gripping a slim wrist to bring it to his mouth. He had eaten the piece quickly, licking at the sticky fingers as Zim looked on, pleased with the shiver of desire that raced through his boyfriend's stiff posture. Grinning, Dib had forgotten who he was dealing with, gently nipping the end of one of the alien's fingers. He only realised as Magenta eyes widened, an ear splitting screech following as he found himself knocked to the floor.
"GERMS!" Zim had raced off and Dib had followed loyally, sitting outside the closed door in nothing but his skin, feeling the cold metal of Zim's lower base chilling him each second he sat there. He could only hope Zim would still talk to him once he'd calmed down.
