Love is Weird, But It Makes You Feel All Warm and Tingly Inside!!!
By: Kichara
Chapter 11: The Joy of Dressing Rooms
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Okay, boys and girls, let's all say it together. Fanfiction.net is evil, Fanfiction.net is evil, Fanfiction.net is evil... ARGH! (look, I'm a pirate!) Man, I need to come up with new jokes. It's just getting too hard to come up with this stuff, partly because school seems to be draining all my creativity and ff.net's evilness is causing a bit of a block with me because of the fact that I can't go and put up the story ideas I had planned out. ARGH!!! (Look, I'm.oh, never mind.) Anyhoo, here you guys go! Sorry it took so long!
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Warmth; warmth and the intimate and comfortable presence of someone close was the sensation that Dib woke up to. His eyes slid open slowly, then widened to saucer-size as he realized that he was wrapped up in the arms of his ex-rival. 'Okay, now don't freak out.' He commanded to himself, taking in several deep breaths before he did so. 'My clothes are still on, and so are his. And all we did last night was watch movies.' Explanations and conclusions ran through his head, calming him further. 'I must have fallen asleep and Zim brought me in here.' Which certainly wasn't all that bad, Dib realized, once again registering the other's strong arm wrapped around him. And the Irken was so close to him, quiet and serene in sleep. He was so.
Beautiful wasn't the word for it. Handsome wasn't strong enough to describe Zim, Dib decided, that face, softened immensely in sleep, eyes closed and lips pressed together softly. Zim wasn't perfect, but.near perfect would do then, the human decided with a little smile, holding the Irken a bit tighter and leaning in even closer. The slight motion alerted something in Zim, whose antennae twitched, standing up from his hair and then his eyelids fluttered open, revealing endless ruby underneath. He blinked, then memory kicked in, and he smiled.
"Good morning Dib." he half-whispered, voice rough from sleep.
The young man smiled in return, fingers running back and forth just below Zim's ribcage. "You brought me in here?"
"I.I didn't want to leave you out on the couch. And." He paused, almost hesitating. "And I wanted to see what it was like to wake up with someone in my arms." He reached out with his free hand to brush back several strands of Dib's bed-head hair.
Dib's smile grew warmer and a bit mischievous as he answered. "I enjoyed it; Did you?"
"Immensely." Zim's eyes widened slightly in surprise as Dib moved in closer, then slid shut a bit as the other's lips made contact with his own. The Irken reveled in the comfortable feeling of Dib's soft lips moving against, pondering in some corner of his mind whether or not he should go further with the kiss or not. Surprise overtook him again as Dib took the initiative and brought on the next level of intimacy, his tongue slipping into Zim's mouth and exploring it thoroughly.
Zim moaned softly as he was somewhat devoured by the adventurous human, his own hands roaming over the boy's body; running through the inky black hair, fingers tracing the muscles of Dib's back, arms, and chest. Dib shivered a bit in pleasure and remembered about hands, putting his own to use. Almost hesitant fingers trailed from Zim's waist to his upper back, coming forward and trailing along the Irken's collarbone. The digits moved upwards, lightly tracing up to his neck, winding in the unkempt hair and then trailed over of the alien's antennae.
The Irken gasped in response to the tender contact, breaking off the kiss in the process. Taking note of this, Dib took both of the antennae in his hands, gripped lightly between the thumb and pointer finger, and lightly ran his hands over the velvet softness. Zim moaned, looking almost like a content cat as he lay back and gazed up at the human through half-lidded eyes. His claw-like hands reached for Dib again, intent on pulling him close again to regain their kiss, when. the sound of the doorbell ringing thundered thorough the room.
The boys blinked and Zim frowned at the ceiling in irritation. "Just ignore it." He said, hands stretching out for his companion once again. Dib nodded, happy to comply as the other traced circles along his back, their lips touching.
The doorbell rang.
Zim sat up, a grim frown on his face as he glared terribly at the ceiling.
The doorbell rang.
"Maybe we should just go see who it is." Dib suggested, though he was as reluctant as Zim to leave their current situation.
The doorbell rang. "Fine." The Irken bared his teeth in annoyance and he got up out of the bed. He took Dib's hand and helped him up as well, then led the human over to the elevator. He kept a hold on the slender through the ride up to the house level, then as he half-stomped to the door. With his unoccupied hand he grabbed a hold of the knob, twisting it and swinging it back to reveal.Gaz.
The Goth, standing with her arms neatly tucked behind her back, a slight fog dancing around her feet despite the morning's weather clarity. She raised one slender purple eyebrow, the only show of emotion, as she took in the two boys. "Well, this is unexpected."
"What are you doing here?!" Zim demanded, glaring forcefully at Dib's sister.
"I came over to make sure you asked Dib. Dib you?"
The young Irken ground his teeth in irritation, "Yes, you irritating demon spawn. Why the hell do you have to."
'Then you two get dressed; I'm taking you to the mall, remember?" She said, cutting him off.
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Half an hour later, the boys were hanging on for dear life in the back seat of Gaz's car. Gir was sitting up in the front next to Gaz, singing along merrily to the stereo system, which happened to be blasting Pantera at the moment.
Dib had borrowed some clothes from Zim, who'd happily dressed him up in a pair of tight pants and a tank top that laced up in the back. "Thank God the mall's not all that far." He commented to his companion, bracing his feet on the floor and grabbing Zim tightly as they rounded a corner and almost took out a stop sign in the process.
Zim, who was looking a bit greener than usual only nodded, wrapping an arm around Dib to hold him steady, the other hand securely gripping the 'Oh Shit' bar.
Ten minutes and a severally damaged Boy Scout later, the black-clad boys were climbing out of Gaz's death mobile, eternally grateful for terra firma as they attempted to regain their land legs. Gaz got out, Gir happily clinging to her shoulder, and slammed the door shut behind her and starting to walk towards the mall entrance, forcing the two to hurry up to catch up. She led them into a department store and to the second floor to the formal wear rental part of the store.
Like a predator silently stalking prey she prowled through the aisles and racks, occasionally grabbing an item and tossing it at one of her half- fearful followers. After about ten minutes of this the young woman stopped, pointing to the dressing rooms. "Go try them on." She commanded, then looked around carefully before choosing a spot against the wall for her to lean against and frighten passerbyers, while Gir ran around in a bridesmaid dress, further scaring the civilians by grabbing them by the ankles and profoundly screaming his love for toenail clippings.
The dressing rooms were all empty, probably due to the fact that it was so early in the day. The two boys each took one, going to try on their selected clothing. Several minutes later, Zim looked up from buttoning up his vest as he heard, "Damned stupid buttons; They should be numbered." The alien stood still for a moment, then a sly grin crossed his face. With the wide grin still plastered on his face, he left his cubby and crept over to Dib's, slipping inside.
"Zim! What're you doing in here?!"
"Don't you need help with the buttons?"
"Well, yeah." Several moments of silence filled the dressing room area until Dib near-yelped. "Zim! I thought you were going to help!"
"I AM helping." The grin could be actually heard in the Irken's voice.
"But you.ohhh."
"Still complaining?"
"No.Not.really."
Gaz entered the dressing room area a few minutes later, Gir at her feet. Soft rustling and muffled voices brought forth an arched eyebrow and the blunt question, "Are you two in the same dressing room?"
A proud sounding, "Yes!" rang out in answer, while Dib yelped, "No!" at the same time.
"Does the stuff fit?" She asked, seeming unaffected as she placed her hands on her hips.
"Um, yeah." Her brother answered.
"Then bring it up to the counter and have them save it when you two are done. I'll be in the Food Court." With that she walked off, Gir in her wake screeching about pork rinds.
The boys looked at each other for a long moment, then Dib lowered his gaze, embarrassed. " Ummm.We should get going then. "He remarked, as Gir's squeals faded in the distance.
"Oh, alright." Zim said with a definite pout. He turned to go, then paused, looking over his shoulder. "You need help getting your clothes back on?"
"If I get any more 'help' from you, we'll be in here for another half hour!" The young man made an exasperated gesture, forcing a little smirk off his face.
"It's your choice." He faced Dib again, reaching up to hold the human's face as he closed in for a long kiss.
After they had finally parted and Zim had turned to go, his hand on the curtain, Dib softly asked/ suggested, "Another time, then?"
"More?" The Irken asked slyly, a playful grin curving his lips.
Dib found himself grinning and nodding slightly in response, his eyes a bit starry. Zim's smile failed to fade as he left the small room and went to this own to change back into his own clothes.
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The boys headed down to the food court after dropping off their clothes and looked around for Gaz. They found the spooky girl in front of the pizza place, in the process of both tearing apart a piece of pizza and, surprisingly, talking to Lindsey and Amanda, the two girls that had given Zim the yaoi address. They spotted the boys in unison and waved enthusiastically at the two, calling for them to come over.
"Aren't those girls in our Language Arts class?" Dib asked as they trekked over to the table.
"Mmhmmm, remember the two girls I told you about that gave me that Internet address?"
"Oh." A slight blush spread over the human's cheeks as they walked up, taking the two empty seats at the table.
"Hi Dib, Zim," Amanda said, grinning widely as they sat down. "We were just talking about you guys!"
The couple simultaneously raised they eyebrows. "Eh?" Zim gave the three girls a meaningful stare.
"About the prom. "Gaz growled, tearing off another chunk off pizza.
"Yeah, Gaz said you guys just got together for it, so we figured you didn't have any plans for then night afterwards, so we wanted to see if you two wanted to go there with us and then hand out at my condo afterwards. "Lindsey explained (all in one rather enthusiastic breath.).
"Really? Well, that sounds cool. What do you think, Zim?" Dib turned to his companion, who cast suspicious glances at the female members of the table.
"If you want to, Dib-human.Then that's fine."
"Great! We'll pick you two up at Zim's house at 6 o'clock, prom night, okay?" Amanda asked, standing up to go.
"Alright, see you then." The paranormalist nodded in agreement, watching the two saunter off before he directed his attention to his silent sister. "How do you know them, Gaz?"
"We've crossed paths. "She said curtly, intently chewing on her pizza and thoroughly ignoring Gir, who was munching loudly on the pizza box under the table. Dib raised an eyebrow and she stared at him for a long moment before finally adding. "We met at a gamers' convention. Happy now?"
"Just wondering." He said with a little smile.
"Good." She shoved the last bit of crust in her mouth, standing up. "Let's go."
She led them back o the department store and surprisingly enough, paid for the rental fee of the suits. Her brother attempted tot hank her but she was quick to shake it off and send him a death glare, cutting off his appreciation. Dib shrugged good-naturedly, reaching out to take Zim's hand.
"I'm really looking forward to next week." He said softly as they walked out to the car.
The ex-invader was quiet for a long moment, then his face broke out into a grin, eyes sparkling as he leaned in close. "Then I'll make sure it's a night you'll never forget."
Dib's heart did a dance in his chest and he gave the other an amorous smile and the simple question, "Promise?"
'Promise."
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Man, I'm such a slacker. And am running out of creative ideas for my opening and closing notes to my chapters. Bleh.. On a crappier note, ff.net is still evil and I'm thinking of submitting it to a fiery pit of toilets and ferrets. *evil grin* Yeah, that's it.
By: Kichara
Chapter 11: The Joy of Dressing Rooms
* * *
Okay, boys and girls, let's all say it together. Fanfiction.net is evil, Fanfiction.net is evil, Fanfiction.net is evil... ARGH! (look, I'm a pirate!) Man, I need to come up with new jokes. It's just getting too hard to come up with this stuff, partly because school seems to be draining all my creativity and ff.net's evilness is causing a bit of a block with me because of the fact that I can't go and put up the story ideas I had planned out. ARGH!!! (Look, I'm.oh, never mind.) Anyhoo, here you guys go! Sorry it took so long!
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Warmth; warmth and the intimate and comfortable presence of someone close was the sensation that Dib woke up to. His eyes slid open slowly, then widened to saucer-size as he realized that he was wrapped up in the arms of his ex-rival. 'Okay, now don't freak out.' He commanded to himself, taking in several deep breaths before he did so. 'My clothes are still on, and so are his. And all we did last night was watch movies.' Explanations and conclusions ran through his head, calming him further. 'I must have fallen asleep and Zim brought me in here.' Which certainly wasn't all that bad, Dib realized, once again registering the other's strong arm wrapped around him. And the Irken was so close to him, quiet and serene in sleep. He was so.
Beautiful wasn't the word for it. Handsome wasn't strong enough to describe Zim, Dib decided, that face, softened immensely in sleep, eyes closed and lips pressed together softly. Zim wasn't perfect, but.near perfect would do then, the human decided with a little smile, holding the Irken a bit tighter and leaning in even closer. The slight motion alerted something in Zim, whose antennae twitched, standing up from his hair and then his eyelids fluttered open, revealing endless ruby underneath. He blinked, then memory kicked in, and he smiled.
"Good morning Dib." he half-whispered, voice rough from sleep.
The young man smiled in return, fingers running back and forth just below Zim's ribcage. "You brought me in here?"
"I.I didn't want to leave you out on the couch. And." He paused, almost hesitating. "And I wanted to see what it was like to wake up with someone in my arms." He reached out with his free hand to brush back several strands of Dib's bed-head hair.
Dib's smile grew warmer and a bit mischievous as he answered. "I enjoyed it; Did you?"
"Immensely." Zim's eyes widened slightly in surprise as Dib moved in closer, then slid shut a bit as the other's lips made contact with his own. The Irken reveled in the comfortable feeling of Dib's soft lips moving against, pondering in some corner of his mind whether or not he should go further with the kiss or not. Surprise overtook him again as Dib took the initiative and brought on the next level of intimacy, his tongue slipping into Zim's mouth and exploring it thoroughly.
Zim moaned softly as he was somewhat devoured by the adventurous human, his own hands roaming over the boy's body; running through the inky black hair, fingers tracing the muscles of Dib's back, arms, and chest. Dib shivered a bit in pleasure and remembered about hands, putting his own to use. Almost hesitant fingers trailed from Zim's waist to his upper back, coming forward and trailing along the Irken's collarbone. The digits moved upwards, lightly tracing up to his neck, winding in the unkempt hair and then trailed over of the alien's antennae.
The Irken gasped in response to the tender contact, breaking off the kiss in the process. Taking note of this, Dib took both of the antennae in his hands, gripped lightly between the thumb and pointer finger, and lightly ran his hands over the velvet softness. Zim moaned, looking almost like a content cat as he lay back and gazed up at the human through half-lidded eyes. His claw-like hands reached for Dib again, intent on pulling him close again to regain their kiss, when. the sound of the doorbell ringing thundered thorough the room.
The boys blinked and Zim frowned at the ceiling in irritation. "Just ignore it." He said, hands stretching out for his companion once again. Dib nodded, happy to comply as the other traced circles along his back, their lips touching.
The doorbell rang.
Zim sat up, a grim frown on his face as he glared terribly at the ceiling.
The doorbell rang.
"Maybe we should just go see who it is." Dib suggested, though he was as reluctant as Zim to leave their current situation.
The doorbell rang. "Fine." The Irken bared his teeth in annoyance and he got up out of the bed. He took Dib's hand and helped him up as well, then led the human over to the elevator. He kept a hold on the slender through the ride up to the house level, then as he half-stomped to the door. With his unoccupied hand he grabbed a hold of the knob, twisting it and swinging it back to reveal.Gaz.
The Goth, standing with her arms neatly tucked behind her back, a slight fog dancing around her feet despite the morning's weather clarity. She raised one slender purple eyebrow, the only show of emotion, as she took in the two boys. "Well, this is unexpected."
"What are you doing here?!" Zim demanded, glaring forcefully at Dib's sister.
"I came over to make sure you asked Dib. Dib you?"
The young Irken ground his teeth in irritation, "Yes, you irritating demon spawn. Why the hell do you have to."
'Then you two get dressed; I'm taking you to the mall, remember?" She said, cutting him off.
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Half an hour later, the boys were hanging on for dear life in the back seat of Gaz's car. Gir was sitting up in the front next to Gaz, singing along merrily to the stereo system, which happened to be blasting Pantera at the moment.
Dib had borrowed some clothes from Zim, who'd happily dressed him up in a pair of tight pants and a tank top that laced up in the back. "Thank God the mall's not all that far." He commented to his companion, bracing his feet on the floor and grabbing Zim tightly as they rounded a corner and almost took out a stop sign in the process.
Zim, who was looking a bit greener than usual only nodded, wrapping an arm around Dib to hold him steady, the other hand securely gripping the 'Oh Shit' bar.
Ten minutes and a severally damaged Boy Scout later, the black-clad boys were climbing out of Gaz's death mobile, eternally grateful for terra firma as they attempted to regain their land legs. Gaz got out, Gir happily clinging to her shoulder, and slammed the door shut behind her and starting to walk towards the mall entrance, forcing the two to hurry up to catch up. She led them into a department store and to the second floor to the formal wear rental part of the store.
Like a predator silently stalking prey she prowled through the aisles and racks, occasionally grabbing an item and tossing it at one of her half- fearful followers. After about ten minutes of this the young woman stopped, pointing to the dressing rooms. "Go try them on." She commanded, then looked around carefully before choosing a spot against the wall for her to lean against and frighten passerbyers, while Gir ran around in a bridesmaid dress, further scaring the civilians by grabbing them by the ankles and profoundly screaming his love for toenail clippings.
The dressing rooms were all empty, probably due to the fact that it was so early in the day. The two boys each took one, going to try on their selected clothing. Several minutes later, Zim looked up from buttoning up his vest as he heard, "Damned stupid buttons; They should be numbered." The alien stood still for a moment, then a sly grin crossed his face. With the wide grin still plastered on his face, he left his cubby and crept over to Dib's, slipping inside.
"Zim! What're you doing in here?!"
"Don't you need help with the buttons?"
"Well, yeah." Several moments of silence filled the dressing room area until Dib near-yelped. "Zim! I thought you were going to help!"
"I AM helping." The grin could be actually heard in the Irken's voice.
"But you.ohhh."
"Still complaining?"
"No.Not.really."
Gaz entered the dressing room area a few minutes later, Gir at her feet. Soft rustling and muffled voices brought forth an arched eyebrow and the blunt question, "Are you two in the same dressing room?"
A proud sounding, "Yes!" rang out in answer, while Dib yelped, "No!" at the same time.
"Does the stuff fit?" She asked, seeming unaffected as she placed her hands on her hips.
"Um, yeah." Her brother answered.
"Then bring it up to the counter and have them save it when you two are done. I'll be in the Food Court." With that she walked off, Gir in her wake screeching about pork rinds.
The boys looked at each other for a long moment, then Dib lowered his gaze, embarrassed. " Ummm.We should get going then. "He remarked, as Gir's squeals faded in the distance.
"Oh, alright." Zim said with a definite pout. He turned to go, then paused, looking over his shoulder. "You need help getting your clothes back on?"
"If I get any more 'help' from you, we'll be in here for another half hour!" The young man made an exasperated gesture, forcing a little smirk off his face.
"It's your choice." He faced Dib again, reaching up to hold the human's face as he closed in for a long kiss.
After they had finally parted and Zim had turned to go, his hand on the curtain, Dib softly asked/ suggested, "Another time, then?"
"More?" The Irken asked slyly, a playful grin curving his lips.
Dib found himself grinning and nodding slightly in response, his eyes a bit starry. Zim's smile failed to fade as he left the small room and went to this own to change back into his own clothes.
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The boys headed down to the food court after dropping off their clothes and looked around for Gaz. They found the spooky girl in front of the pizza place, in the process of both tearing apart a piece of pizza and, surprisingly, talking to Lindsey and Amanda, the two girls that had given Zim the yaoi address. They spotted the boys in unison and waved enthusiastically at the two, calling for them to come over.
"Aren't those girls in our Language Arts class?" Dib asked as they trekked over to the table.
"Mmhmmm, remember the two girls I told you about that gave me that Internet address?"
"Oh." A slight blush spread over the human's cheeks as they walked up, taking the two empty seats at the table.
"Hi Dib, Zim," Amanda said, grinning widely as they sat down. "We were just talking about you guys!"
The couple simultaneously raised they eyebrows. "Eh?" Zim gave the three girls a meaningful stare.
"About the prom. "Gaz growled, tearing off another chunk off pizza.
"Yeah, Gaz said you guys just got together for it, so we figured you didn't have any plans for then night afterwards, so we wanted to see if you two wanted to go there with us and then hand out at my condo afterwards. "Lindsey explained (all in one rather enthusiastic breath.).
"Really? Well, that sounds cool. What do you think, Zim?" Dib turned to his companion, who cast suspicious glances at the female members of the table.
"If you want to, Dib-human.Then that's fine."
"Great! We'll pick you two up at Zim's house at 6 o'clock, prom night, okay?" Amanda asked, standing up to go.
"Alright, see you then." The paranormalist nodded in agreement, watching the two saunter off before he directed his attention to his silent sister. "How do you know them, Gaz?"
"We've crossed paths. "She said curtly, intently chewing on her pizza and thoroughly ignoring Gir, who was munching loudly on the pizza box under the table. Dib raised an eyebrow and she stared at him for a long moment before finally adding. "We met at a gamers' convention. Happy now?"
"Just wondering." He said with a little smile.
"Good." She shoved the last bit of crust in her mouth, standing up. "Let's go."
She led them back o the department store and surprisingly enough, paid for the rental fee of the suits. Her brother attempted tot hank her but she was quick to shake it off and send him a death glare, cutting off his appreciation. Dib shrugged good-naturedly, reaching out to take Zim's hand.
"I'm really looking forward to next week." He said softly as they walked out to the car.
The ex-invader was quiet for a long moment, then his face broke out into a grin, eyes sparkling as he leaned in close. "Then I'll make sure it's a night you'll never forget."
Dib's heart did a dance in his chest and he gave the other an amorous smile and the simple question, "Promise?"
'Promise."
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Man, I'm such a slacker. And am running out of creative ideas for my opening and closing notes to my chapters. Bleh.. On a crappier note, ff.net is still evil and I'm thinking of submitting it to a fiery pit of toilets and ferrets. *evil grin* Yeah, that's it.