Part Two: Under Your Spell
POV: Gaz
Artist: Joss Whedon, "Once More, With Feeling"
Warnings: Lime-ish here. No vulgar description or anything, but if you're a 10 year old kid whose eyes go wide at the word 'hormone', then I suggest you run away from this fic, and don't look back.
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She held him as they kissed.

It was unlike her to do something so carefree, so pleasurable, but she realized now why those brainless kids at her school did it in the halls... and in class... and in the chalk closest.

The truth was, she liked it. She liked him. Another thing that she didn't understand. But she didn't care about understanding. She didn't care about caring. She cared that he was here, and he was with her. That was all that mattered.

When they finally broke, she smiled at him.


/I lived my life in shadow
Never the sun on my face.
It didn't seem so sad, though
I figured that was my place./


They were walking back toward his base. It was a cloudy day. No storm, unfortunately, seemed to loom above them, but the sky was overcast, and a soft white mist covered the sun.

They weren't holding hands- they rarely did- but ever so often Zim would steal a kiss, and she'd gladly kiss back. Gaz was elated (as elated as she could ever be) that she had found someone that could share in her distaste for this world. But even further, he understood her. Her pain, her gripes, her anger- he listened and he understood them. She never had that before.


/Now I'm bathed in light
Something just isn't right./


But that was not all that had brought them together. It was something else. Something she couldn't touch on. Maybe it was their distance from humanity. Maybe it was the way they understood each other. Maybe it was reaching the second and third bases- Damn, it felt good being there.

She didn't care anymore. Not even about her Gameslave - that had found its place under her bed with that skull necklace. Her life had not simply taken a fork in the road, it cut a complete shortcut through a path she never knew was there.

Zim was looking at her curiously, now, and she realized she had lost herself in her thoughts again. She smiled and gave him a knowing look. He was to leave, soon, and tonight was their last night together. Dib didn't know Zim was leaving- it was best to keep him out of all matters of the arrangement. Dib also didn't know that Gaz wouldn't be coming home tonight.


/I'm under your spell
How else could it be
Anyone one would notice me?
It's magic, I can tell
How you set me free
Brought me out so easily./


He touched her shoulder, and she shuddered.

Why had it been so easy for him? So many people tried to crack at her inner shell, and they all failed. Why was it that he was able to do it, in a matter of a few months? When, for once, he took notice of her, and captured her soul, and held it in the palm of his claws like a mere toy?

And why did she like it to be that way?

Questions she couldn't answer. Questions she didn't want answered. She took life as it was- the good and the bad. That was the way things were, and it was useless taking it any way else.

So many people disliked her for the way she was. Why not despise humanity? What was so beautiful about it, anyway? She shunned herself from the world because it was a disgusting, vile thing anyway. And Zim understood that. For different reasons, possibly, but he felt the same way.


/I saw a world decaying
Spirits and woe in the air
I always took for granted
I was the only one there./


Maybe it was the fact that they both saw the world so clearly that drew them together. Maybe it wasn't truly romance, but a common understanding. Maybe they were just so lonely from pushing themselves away from humanity for so long that they clung onto the first unconventional thing that came their way- namely, each other.


/But your power shone
Brighter than any I know./


They passed a drugstore, and Gaz ran in to grab a few candles. Zim waited outside; he didn't like being in those places. On her way out she picked up a pack of Lik-'Em-Aids, probably the only human thing that Zim would dare eat. She grinned wickedly as his face lit up upon seeing the sugar, and taunted him with package for a few minutes.

He grabbed her waist to reach for the candy, and she laughed, using her long arms to her advantage. 'Maybe it's something that we can't see that's drawn us together. Maybe it's something that we don't understand.'


/I'm under your spell
Nothing I can do
You just took my soul with you
You worked your charm so well
Finally I knew
Everything I dreamed was true./


While her hand was still mid-air, he stopped reaching and snuck in a kiss, pressing his mouth against her lips, his grip around her waist tightening. The Lik-Em-Aid package was forgotten as they lost themselves into each other, breaking every so often for air before leaning in for another kiss.


/You make me believe./


When they finally had made it to Zim's house, it was drawing near late. Gir was staring blankly at the television. They decided that the little robot would stay. Zim's leaders had no use for him, and Zim didn't want the eccentric little robot to destroy anything important upon his arrival to Irk.

The house looked basically the same. Zim didn't need to pack everything up- his technology allowed him to compact the house into a smaller mass and move it halfway across the solar system. The only difference was his vootrunner that had been lowered into the living room in preparation for Zim's leaving.


/The moon to the tide
I can feel you inside./


Gaz threw the bag of candles and candy on the couch as she and Zim took the elevator to the lower levels of the house. His hands were warm and rough, much like a lizard's claw after it had been under the sun for hours. She stroked his palm, feeling his skin against her own, and decided that she liked it. Unlike the cold, clammy hands that humans usually bore, she found this different. Unusual- and that was the way she liked everything to be.

They had reached his quarters, and he turned on her, wrapping his arms around her in one quick motion, pressing himself against her as their mouths connected in a mutual kiss. She couldn't help but smile as he led her into the room, and though her eyes were closed, she trusted that he could lead her there safely. Slowly, he pushed her onto the edge of a pad that lined the floor.


/I'm under your spell
Surging like the sea
Holding you so helplessly.
I break with every swell
Lost in ecstasy
Spread beneath and free./


She wasn't sure how long it had been, but she realized that through the sweating and sharing of air, it had been awhile. Clothes had been removed and long forgotten. Now it was simply two bodies, and the beating of unified hearts.

Though now he caused her pain, it was the kind of pain that demanded more. She was sure, more than she had ever been, that this was the way she wanted things to be. Forever, things should remain as they were. One.

Even though she knew that Zim was leaving, she knew that he would be back, and already she missed him. His head tilted slightly, and he brushed his hand through her hair, his other hand moving in a fluid motion against her back. He leaned forward, his mouth coming dangerously close to her ear. He whispered three words, and leaned back again, with that hopeful, dark look in his eyes. Fear and doubt, at the wrong place, at the wrong time, flooded Gaz's mind. She wasn't sure why he chose her. Hell, she wasn't sure why she chose him. But it was the way things were, and she wasn't going to change that.

She gazed up at him, breathing heavily. The night and the combination of the moon and the stars cast a light blue glow against his face. She reached up and brushed her hand along his head, along his antennae. He leaned forward and kissed her lips, then her cheek, then moved back toward her neck. She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around him, returning the forbidden whisper.


/You make me complete./


She loved him, too.

/You make me complete
You make me complete
You make me complete./