It had been a week and a half since the incident happened. Since she moved into her private quarters with hardly no communication from Zim. Try none. Skoodge would come and talk to her about the functions around there, tell her that Zim has been extra busy since the attack, and after that she would have her guards posted outside or a Gir inside to keep her company. It was at least nice having him around. He cared for her no matter what. He didn't mind when she held him close to her like that of a child. She wanted to feel cared for. Feel loved regardless of her species.
When she felt like blowing off some steam, she went into the practice room to work out. At first she was weak. Winded, but she was improving fast. The scars on her stomach were gone. She was doing some kick boxing against a bag when she spotted the mark on her neck making Gaz stare at it as thoughts flowed through her to the point of her yelling and screaming at the bag. The guard came in to see what she was doing, and once they saw what she was putting her frustrations out on, she found herself stopping and standing there.
"I apologize for what my own son has done against you."
Gaz narrowed her eyes and clenched her fists at the sight of Psyllic again. "Like father like son." She bit out.
"Oh I would never stab you."
"Didn't stop you from beating my head bloody against the wall moron."
Raising his hands up in defeat there, Psyllic agreed to that. "True, but you were attacking me pretty harshly."
"Because you were holding my nephew against his will. What would you have done?" Gaz questioned. "Did you want to hold a dance off instead next time?"
"I get it, you are angry at me for that, and for turning your husband back to such a small fry again. Tell me, dear, how is he treating you?" Oh that one really got her as she threw a flame at his face.
"You mother fucker! I will enjoy killing you." Gaz went for the nearest blade to attack him with.
Jumping back at her swipe, he almost laughed. "Now didn't you just get back from recovering? You wouldn't want to do this, would you?"
Charging the weapon up to make it electrical, she not only jabbed him in the side, but electrocuted him. "Tell me how that feels, jackass."
On the bridge, and alarm went off making Zim immediately demand where the source of it was coming from. "Tell Zim now!"
"It is located in the practice room. High energy level signatures inside. Door not working according to the guard outside. Trying to access it." One of the helmsman informed him. "My Tallest, the Queen is in that room."
Eyes wide, Zim went running out of the room barking out orders as he went. When he received another negative on being able to open the door, he screamed out, "I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU DO TO GET IN THERE JUST AS LONG AS WE GET IN THERE NOW. OH AND COMPUTER I WANT THIS DONE AS OF YESTERDAY AND SEE THAT GAZ ISN'T HARMED IN THE PROCESS!"
At the moment, Zim didn't care if anyone cursed at him as he used all his energy to run.
Bleeding, Psyllic circled her as he admired her form. She was certainly far more different than any female he has ever been with. "I swear to you I will keep you safe. You and your family. If you come with me."
"Go to hell." Gaz hissed out as she waited calmly. "You are the cause of this mess right now just because of some stupid hatred."
"Oh, Gaz why stick by the side of someone who will end up dumping you? Do you really think his condition is temporary? It isn't. Soon he will step down and you will be gone because he doesn't love you." Psyllic had to give her credit on not screaming at him right now or breaking down in tears.
Gaz refused to raise to the bait as she steadily kept herself ready to attack again.
"I will keep you by my side forever. You, your brother and child can stay with me. You have no idea how special you all are." Walking to her side, he quickly grabbed her shocking the blade down on the ground and placing her against the wall harshly. "Don't worry, I won't stab you."
"Get. Off. Of. Me." Gaz struggled against him hating him pressing flush along her body. It sickened her. She wished she could of threw up on him right now.
"I will once I get what I've been so tempted to do." He promised. Holding both her arms up in the air with one hand around her thin wrists, he used his other hand to push her face close to his own to force a kiss on her.
The Computer finally got the door opened with Zim bursting in with the guards behind him to see Psyllic forcefully kissing Gaz as she struggled and whimpered against him. Zim didn't know if he yelled or not, but he did feel his body contacting against the taller male knocking him down to stand in front of Gaz. Raising up on his pak legs, he readied himself to attack the blue bastard back.
"Give up this whole charade now, Psyllic." Zim demanded. "It is stupid and pointless."
"To you it is, but to me it isn't." Staring past Zim to focus back on Gaz again, Psyllic smiled wolfishly. "I'll see you around."
Watching him disappate, Zim retracted his pak legs to turn around to look at her face. "You alright?"
Gaz knew how to answer that question, but at the same time didn't want to as she looked at him sadly. "I want to clean scum off me so I guess I'll head back to my room."
Was that her answer? He really didn't understand humans. "Gaz-human, talk to me."
"It is just, Gaz." She implored stepping away from him. "Nice to finally see you."
Zim tried to stop her, but allowed her to leave with her guards in attendance. He knew he was neglectful to her, but what else should he do right now?
Much later in his quarters, Zim laid out on his bed as Gir played around in the other room giggling like an insane monkey. "Gir! Will you stop that insane caterwauling!"
Skipping into the room, Gir sat on the window ledge to stare at his master. "Awwwwwwwwwwwwww..."
Closing his eyes, he wondered why in the hell he let him in here. "What?" Zim spat out.
"Mastah misses Gazzy."
"Gir." He spoke his name with a warning tone.
"Mastah loves Gazzy." Gir observed innocently.
Turning on his side to save himself from being stared at, he was caught by her scent on her pillow. "Quiet, Gir." Though he warned him, he found himself bringing her pillow closer to him as something old and familiar held within him. To see two males attack her and force her to kiss them was too much for him.
"Mastah? You divorcing mommy?" Gir whined out his question.
Not answering his question, not wanting to be in the room any more, Zim quietly made his way out to head to her quarters. Once he arrived, he waited for her to open the door. "How are you feeling?" He asked earnestly.
Gaz was silent as she studied him obviously not expecting him to come, but he had to admit that the violet silk nightgown was alluring to him. Was it a nightgown? She was revealing quite a bit of leg under that robe she was wearing that was open in the front. He enjoyed watching her walk back to her bed to sit at the edge.
"Repulsive." Came her reply. "Haven't felt like this in a while."
"Why would you feel that way? Tell Zim." He wanted to approach her, but kept his distance mostly just to ascertain this interesting creature before him.
"Because that is what I am. I feel that way again."
"Zim doesn't think you are." His voice was soft when he took a step forward.
"The guy I love says the most crappiest things to me. Wants to know about divorcing me. I once felt repulsive before because I was wired so incorrectly, and just when I come to accept and to love the one male who treats me great, I get crapped on." Gaz closed her eyes. "It is one thing to be reverted back to this, because heck I did think you were cute before, but it is another thing to be treated like filth. I thought at least something inside would snap to let you remember."
Zim was silent as he listened to her. He did owe her that much.
Gaz kept going. "My scars are gone, so that is great. My question is this, why keep this mark on my neck if you are so bound to want to lose me? It seems pointless now."
Walking over to the bed, he sat beside her. "I hated seeing you being attacked. It killed Zim." Studying those pouty lips of hers, he had that flash of memory of her lips being claimed by another not long ago. "Zim knows you are strong. I remember scary, Gaz. Someone to be both respected and feared. I thought it amazing."
Taking off his gloves, he reached out to place a digit under her chin gently to turn her face to him. "I kept thinking you were possibly Irken. How you would be the greatest Irken around." Her eyes opening up, he smiled gently at her before leaning in to press his lips against hers. He feared her rejection. He feared he would recoil from touching a human, but those lips were so soft, and her taste already intoxicating just like her scent, he found himself kissing her deeply. "Little Gaz." He breathed out sliding her robe off of her.
His mature self was far more self-assured about his touches, while this version was far more, 'What does this feel like?' Honestly, Gaz still enjoyed feeling his touches because it was still him, and smiled against his mouth when he purred as he felt her hands move his shirt up while she gently brushed against his skin. Pulling away from his mouth, she kissed down his neck, teasing and nipping away. His smaller self was far more predatory in his sounds and actions when he moved her head back with his mouth alone, tilting her head back as he went lower and lower. Sliding her negligee's straps off one at a time. It was exhilarating how he touched her, and looked at her with such ferocity.
Zim remembered sex ed in school. He thought it was revolting. He remembered researching it out of curiosity, and thought it was still revolting. Seeing Gaz's flesh become more exposed by the second was simply too much for him as he moved her up more on the bed loving how the fabric just slid off. Smiling, he kissed her all the way down her body. Touching and kissing. Standing up, he removed the rest of his clothes just soaking her all in. Her scent rushed over him. "I want you." He simply said with so much need that he made sure to make this girl melt under him.
A few hours later of so many blissful lovemaking sessions between them, he held her against him. "Something else is on your mind, Gaz."
Her legs felt like jelly, but why encourage a huge ego? "Something he said to me about you which I'm sure is false. Also about my family."
"Please tell, Zim."
"He said this won't be a temporary condition for you. It will be permanent."
Hearing the tone in her voice and knowing she was thinking that he wanted to get rid of her entered her mind, he turned his head to kiss her forehead. "Well I don't believe it." He had to think positive there. "I am Zim after all. So tell me about your family."
"He wants to possess me, Dib and Jack."
Maneuvering so he was on his side to look at her, he studied her. "He won't have any of you. I'll see to that. I have you by my side so there is no way he'll win."
"But Zim..."
In a sudden move, he bit the same area of her neck as her marking prompting her to gasp out before the inevitable wiggling against him in arousal. Pulling away from her, Zim smiled. "I'm keeping you as my wife regardless. I'll be less of a jerk to you in the future."
"I hope you won't or I will kick your ass." Moisture met her eyes while she touched his face. "Do you mind doing that again."
"Naughty human." Winking, he did as they both wanted to do with some added bonuses.
Psyllic watched Pressner have glass after glass of liquor. He was angry. Possessed. The very moment he came in carrying a very limp Tak in his arms, he holed her up in a room above, came down to start attacking every bit of alcohol he owned. Psyllic didn't bother to stop him. In fact, he was fascinated by someone so calm and collected could tear apart at the seams just because of his feelings for one female.
"Surprised you aren't saying anything to me." Pressner finally groused. "Or are you enjoying just watching me?"
"What happened this time?" He wondered in a slightly bored way. Though he truly wasn't bored.
Pressner couldn't decide if he wanted to stab his own employer or not with that tone of voice. "She went to see him again."
Both eyebrows raised up, he shrugged. "Oh is that all. I thought it was something truly devastating."
"I don't want her seeing him."
"Why?"
It could end things for him, Pressner thought sourly.
Going over to his employee, Psyllic snagged the glass from his hands. "That weakness is costing you. The way you walked in with her showed me that. Now here you are draining all my alcohol because of some feelings for that thing up there. Elias has already disappointed me, don't make me start feeling the same for you as well when I would hate that."
"Big talk from someone also falling for the enemy." Red teeth flashing, Pressner knew his power level compared to him.
"That family is important and must be salvaged and brought here. None will be destroyed. As for Irk, time to have a little fun there."
"Pfft. About time." Standing up, he smiled. "Now tell me this, am I going as myself or are we sending the little zombie in?"
Handing his drink back to him, Psyllic told him what his plan was.