Zim lay on the couch, staring at the ceiling while trying to think of new plans for Earth's conquest when Gir walked up to him, cradling a stuffed animal in his arms. "Master?" He asked softly.
The Irken sighed. "What, Gir?"
"Can I cuddle with you?" The robot asked, crawling up next on his Master to lay against his side, his little hands softly caressing his uniform. He gazed up at his Master, the one who he adored with all of his non-existent heart, the one who took care of him and gave him a home and a place to stay, the one who put up with his crazy antics almost daily.
"You look so cute, Master." He said, smiling. "I just wanna love you to death!"
Zim just sighed, shaking his head. "I don't think that's possible, Gir, but you're welcome to try." He put his arms around his robot's middle, wrapping him unknowingly in a hug of sorts. Gir sighed contently and leaned back into Zim's chest, closing his eyes for a brief moment while the robot snuggled into him happily.
Zim shifted slightly, finding a better position, then relaxed, Gir nestled in his arms. The robot's antennae lightly grazed his face, annoying him.. The Irken moved so that it was no longer a bother to him and then lay still again.
Gir muttered something incoherent to the alien, and Zim looked down at him quizzically. "Say again, Gir?" He asked, leaning down to better hear his servant.
The S.I.R. Unit held his plush toy tighter against his metal body, and repeated himself. "Tired, Master."
Zim sighed and got up from the couch, turning off the television. Gir stood in front of him with his arms outstretched, so the Irken picked him up and carried the robot to his bedroom and set him in his bed, grumbling all the way there about time being wasted.
Gir lay down in the bed and stared at his Master curiously, jumping up suddenly to grab hold of his hand and pull him down to lay with him. Once Zim's body hit the mattress, Gir snuggled into his chest, nuzzling into him and sighing with happiness.
"Love you, Master," he whispered tiredly, reaching up to gently stroke Zim's face and shoulders. "Love you more than tacos."
Zim just lay there, trapped in place by the soft bed that was under him, and his servant's arms holding him tight and close against his metal body. He struggled briefly in his grip, but gave up when Gir began kissing him all over. The Irken tried to prevent the act by covering the robot's mouth with his hand, but Gir just moved the barrier and gently pushed the hand out of the way to continue kissing him.
The normally hyperactive S.I,R, Unit was strangely calm and focused this time around, which Zim found to be rather different. Gir was NEVER calm, he always had to be running around or breaking something, or dirtying up his clean-
Gir kissed his mouth, and Zim's thoughts fizzled out as that tongue entered his mouth again, soft and warm, the kiss filled with absolute love and affection for the alien. Zim's body began tingling with pleasure then, and before he knew what was really happening, he was pulling Gir closer and deepening the kiss. The robot pushed him against the pillows, climbing on top of him to press his body into Zim's. The alien moaned. The contact felt so good, and he never knew that he would need it this much.
"I want to…" he began, his body filled with lust and longing.
"You want to what, Master?" Gir whispered in his antenna. "You want this?" He nibbled softly in that area, causing Zim to gasp and twitch with pleasure. Zim nodded, his breathing quick and strained.
Gir nibbled a little harder, and Zim made a soft squeaking noise and arched his back slightly, and Gir gently held him in place and continued with the treatment. Zim's eyes glossed over, and he thought that he would just explode with those intense emotions and feelings he was experiencing now.
The robot moved down to lick his Master's face, soft and gentle, loving and slow. Zim whimpered quietly, hi body numb with pleasure, his little heart involuntarily swelling with good feelings toward this particular robot. Ever since this had started between them, he had been more tolerant of Gir's antics, only shaking his head and sighing now instead of yelling at Gir whenever he messed something up.
"Do you want tacos again, Master?" Gir asked softly, nuzzling his face. "After this?"
Zim nodded, panting. He was feeling a bit hungry now, and would be even hungrier after this was over.
Gir giggled happily and kissed him again, climbing off of the alien and hugging him tightly, running into the kitchen to make their food, leaving Zim on the bed, panting and wondering why it had stopped all of the sudden. He wiped his face off with a towel and shrugged. This was so like Gir, to just leave in the middle of something important.
He sat up and stretched, looking himself over and making sure that nothing was out of place at all before he left the bedroom and headed into the kitchen to wait for their food.
A/N: I'm sorry thhat this chapter is so short, but I'm having trouble thinking of ideas. I will update this chapter when i think of more stuff to put in, so check back here often! Lol.