I got the idea for this fic while I was painting my room! I get inspiration in odd places at odd times ^^;; Anyways, I know it's really really short, but please enjoy, and R&R!
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Dib stood in front of the wall, smiling. His jeans and Nike T-shirt were smeared with paint of every color. He had his hands on his hips as he admired his work. He was 16, and he had taken up a new hobby, art. Oh he still pursued the paranormal, but since he wasn't meeting any aliens soon, and he would never turn Zim in, he had taken a liking to art. Everyone said he was good at it too, even a few art shows had wanted to display some of his work. But he had declined the offer, he didn't want to be a famous artist, he only painted for himself, and Zim, of coarse. He looked down at the floor and sighed a bit, it was a mess, puddles of paint everywhere. He has been painting one of the bare walls in his room, luckily he had put plastic down on the floor. He decided that he'd better clean up when there was a knock on his door.
"Come In." He said.
Zim walked into the room and smiled. He gave his lover a hello kiss and looked around.
"This place is a mess!"
"Yea, I'v been painting." Dib directed Zim's attention to the wall. It was a painting of a war, two groups of soldiers stood on either side, their guns ready. A few men were lying on the ground, most of them dead, some of them wounded.
"It's great, you really do have a lot of talent.." Zim said, "I still don't understand why you won't let those shows feature some of your work, you could be rich!"
"I don't need to be rich, I have everything I need right here with me...." Dib pulled Zim close and kissed him tenderly. Zim returned the kiss, wrapping his arms around Dib's neck. They kissed for a few more seconds then broke away. Dib smiled at Zim and then started to pull up the edge of the plastic, being careful no to get any paint on the carpet. Zim did the same on the opposite end of the room and grinned when he got an idea. He picked up a hand full of green paint as best as he could, and threw it across the room at Dib.
Dib was caught of guard by the green paint hitting the side of his face. He turned around and stared at Zim. Zim was worried for a second that Dib was mad, but then he laughed.
"Oh yea?" Dib said. He picked up some yellow paint and tossed it at Zim, it hit him right in the middle of his chest. Zim pretended to growl angrily as he and Dib continued to throw paint at each other. It was getting on the walls, but neither of them cared. Zim tackled Dib to the ground and they both rolled around on the floor. Dib was a little stronger than Zim though, so he ended up on top, both of them panting. Zim smiled and Dib smiled back. He closed his eyes and leaned down till Zim's lips met his. Zim moaned softly and kissed him back. Dib broke the kiss momentarily to take off Zim's shirt. Zim didn't stop him and pulled him close to resume kissing Dib. Dib ran his paint-smeared hands down Zim's sides, leaving black and yellow streaks on it. This continued on for some time, their bodies clashing in a swirl of color and emotion.
Dib was lying on the floor holding Zim in his arms, both of them covered in paint from head to toe. Zim was asleep, and Dib was staring at him. He ran his knuckles over Zim's cheek and sighed happily. Dib was so happy to be with Zim......Zim......even the name sent shivers down his spine. He closed his eyes and hugged Zim tight. Zim, Dib's own personal work of art, all to himself, for no one else....
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Well, what'd ya think, was it good? Please R&R!! ^^ Thanks!
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Dib stood in front of the wall, smiling. His jeans and Nike T-shirt were smeared with paint of every color. He had his hands on his hips as he admired his work. He was 16, and he had taken up a new hobby, art. Oh he still pursued the paranormal, but since he wasn't meeting any aliens soon, and he would never turn Zim in, he had taken a liking to art. Everyone said he was good at it too, even a few art shows had wanted to display some of his work. But he had declined the offer, he didn't want to be a famous artist, he only painted for himself, and Zim, of coarse. He looked down at the floor and sighed a bit, it was a mess, puddles of paint everywhere. He has been painting one of the bare walls in his room, luckily he had put plastic down on the floor. He decided that he'd better clean up when there was a knock on his door.
"Come In." He said.
Zim walked into the room and smiled. He gave his lover a hello kiss and looked around.
"This place is a mess!"
"Yea, I'v been painting." Dib directed Zim's attention to the wall. It was a painting of a war, two groups of soldiers stood on either side, their guns ready. A few men were lying on the ground, most of them dead, some of them wounded.
"It's great, you really do have a lot of talent.." Zim said, "I still don't understand why you won't let those shows feature some of your work, you could be rich!"
"I don't need to be rich, I have everything I need right here with me...." Dib pulled Zim close and kissed him tenderly. Zim returned the kiss, wrapping his arms around Dib's neck. They kissed for a few more seconds then broke away. Dib smiled at Zim and then started to pull up the edge of the plastic, being careful no to get any paint on the carpet. Zim did the same on the opposite end of the room and grinned when he got an idea. He picked up a hand full of green paint as best as he could, and threw it across the room at Dib.
Dib was caught of guard by the green paint hitting the side of his face. He turned around and stared at Zim. Zim was worried for a second that Dib was mad, but then he laughed.
"Oh yea?" Dib said. He picked up some yellow paint and tossed it at Zim, it hit him right in the middle of his chest. Zim pretended to growl angrily as he and Dib continued to throw paint at each other. It was getting on the walls, but neither of them cared. Zim tackled Dib to the ground and they both rolled around on the floor. Dib was a little stronger than Zim though, so he ended up on top, both of them panting. Zim smiled and Dib smiled back. He closed his eyes and leaned down till Zim's lips met his. Zim moaned softly and kissed him back. Dib broke the kiss momentarily to take off Zim's shirt. Zim didn't stop him and pulled him close to resume kissing Dib. Dib ran his paint-smeared hands down Zim's sides, leaving black and yellow streaks on it. This continued on for some time, their bodies clashing in a swirl of color and emotion.
Dib was lying on the floor holding Zim in his arms, both of them covered in paint from head to toe. Zim was asleep, and Dib was staring at him. He ran his knuckles over Zim's cheek and sighed happily. Dib was so happy to be with Zim......Zim......even the name sent shivers down his spine. He closed his eyes and hugged Zim tight. Zim, Dib's own personal work of art, all to himself, for no one else....
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Well, what'd ya think, was it good? Please R&R!! ^^ Thanks!