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Ok, so I had planned on ending it at the whole "it's a laser" bit, but I figured ending it with Gaz deciding to turn the tables on Zim was a better idea.
In the few episodes that focus solely on Gaz, I see someone who is very determined and persistent. If she wants something, she gets it, and I wanted to focus a bit on that for this chapter. I figured she can be sneaky when she wants to be since she's very intelligent.
Anyways Those who reviewed, thanks! On with the story!
I examined her face, taking in the emotions that flickered behind those bewitching hazel eyes as I gently pressed my chest against hers.
I wanted nothing more than to wipe that smirk of her pretty face, and I told her so.
And I was more than pleased at her reaction once I whispered my thoughts heatedly into her ear, although she countered it by flipping me on my back again; reminding me how I couldn't have her as that smirk came back to her face.
The heat between us is undeniable and I can see that even in her innocence, she recognizes it when we touch.
This sort of attraction is common on Earth, but not on Irk.
And I know for a fact it's rare for it to be this powerful, especially since neither of us has ever felt something so passionate before.
This feeling should be appreciated, explored and savored since both our bodies cry out for more.
I must have her soon.
Because if I don't, I'll be driven to the edge of insanity and fall into madness.
The pilots sat quietly; waiting in silent terror as sweat poured down their faces. Zim had always been known for his quick temper and outbursts and the crew had witnessed it first-hand many times, but it was his silent anger that shook them to their very core. Their Tallest sat in the Main Chamber, glaring at the screen; only moments before Prisoner 777 had contacted the Massive saying the latest piece of the machine they attached caused some sort of malfunction along with a chain reaction to the rest of the project, resulting in damage that would take weeks to repair. Weeks that Zim was unwilling to give up. He had spent most of the transmission cursing and occasionally throwing some random object he got his hands on, nearly causing the poor Vortian to pass out from fear.
But what bothered him was that he designed the device to cause virtually no problems at all; if part of the machine broke, it wouldn't cause the rest of it to malfunction. This of course meant one thing: someone had sabotaged it. The first person who came to mind was Dib, out of habit since Dib was always the reason Zim had never succeeded in the past, causing the blame to automatically go to him. But as Zim's cool, calculating mind replaced his anger; he remembered he promised Dib that the machine and its success in being completed would "be a benefit for the planet as long as things went smoothly". The self-proclaimed paranormal investigator had believed that the device was meant for something else, not once suspecting Zim meant beneficial for the Irken Empire and not for Earth.
His theories then traveled to Gaz, which in itself was a ridiculous thought since she never expressed any desire to figure out what her brother was working on. She was only concerned with counting down the days till she returned to her family. How many Earth months had she been with him? Four? Only eight more and she would leave him. The thought caused a dull ache inside him, but the feeling was so foreign Zim instantly crushed it.
It only bothers me because I haven't sated this damnable hunger for her yet!
His expression darkened a bit as he recalled the past two weeks. Physical contact during hand-to-hand combat training wasn't something one could avoid, and it didn't bother him but lately the sessions had become more… suggestive, in how her body brushed against his. At first, they were just accidents, but he couldn't help how his body reacted with eagerness and pleasure at the contact. And since he would take a moment to revel in the sensations, Gaz would take advantage of the openings and Zim was unable seduce her as often.
She began wearing a tank-top and very revealing shorts when she realized just how much effect a simple touch had on him, deliberately provoking him. It became a game eventually, since Zim was unwilling to let Gaz have the upper hand; she would tease him, he would seduce her and then she would tease him even more and he lost the match. The hardest part was when she seemed to enjoy the contact.
Zim let out an aggravated sigh. Once I'm satisfied I'll continue with my plans without a backwards glance.
He stood and pressed a few keys on the stand beside his chair, bringing up a holographic copy of the laser's malfunction, hoping he could find a clue as to who sabotaged his machine.
Gaz listened to her brother ramble on about how successful her idea was; they now had (at the most) three weeks added to their year of preparation, although Dib was a bit upset at Zim trying to push the three weeks to five days. She glanced at the clock on her nightstand and, once she realized she still had time before combat training, a smug look crossed her face. Gaz wasn't one to make bets regardless if she believed she would win, so the fact she had made one with Zim when she first arrived on the Massive had surprised her, but at the moment she felt haughty confidence filling her from the inside-out as she planned the seduction technique she had saved since she had decided to seduce Zim.
"Gotta go Dib. Combat training in a bit."
"Wha? Oh yeah." Dib smiled warmly with a touch of pride at her, "See later and good luck!"
She pulled out her computer and began looking at the blue prints again. Not that Gaz really cared, but she felt impressed; Zim had made the machine's blueprints and performed the calculations on how to get back on schedule himself. Now she had to plant another malfunction but maybe a future part instead of an older one this time.
This is stupid. She thought to herself as she continued to work, Dib and his mankind… This is his job, not mine!
"Mistress Gaz?" A voice called from outside her door. "Tallest Zim wanted to meet you a bit early for your training session."
Gaz glanced at her clock again before hiding her things and grabbing her training clothes, "Fine. But he better be ready when I get there."
As she made her way to the training room Gaz wondered if maybe Zim was stressed from the news about his machine, which made sense considering he only called for early sessions when he was overwhelmed with any negative emotion. She could help with that of course, since what she had in mind would definitely distract him from any thoughts not concerning her.
"Glad you could make it little-Gaz." She turned and saw Zim waiting patiently for her in the center of the room.
"I want to bet today." She said as she approached him, frowning slightly at the black t-shirt he wore.
"Really?" He lifted an eyebrow in interest. "And what would that be?"
She smirked at him and positioned herself, "Find out once I win."
"Confident and intelligent," Zim purred as he prepared for her attack, "Absolutely alluring."
Gaz lunged at him, but instead of attacking again when he blocked her punch, she turned and pressed her back against Zim's chest, whispering in a sultry voice against his neck, "Good to know."
He tensed for a moment before she pulled away and attacked again, but this time Zim grabbed her wrist and pulled her wards him; using one hand to cradle her back and the other to hook her leg around his hip.
"Finding out how much pleasure you can have in my arms would be better." He whispered.
"Maybe…" Gaz leaned towards him, watching his gaze darken as she barely brushed her lips against his. "But I doubt it."
She pulled away again, this time waiting a bit longer before she attempted to tease him. She aimed mostly for Zim's arms to keep them away from protecting himself, allowing her to brush her hands against his chest and occasionally press herself against him. Gaz teased him throughout the entire session, waiting for the right moment…
There! She knocked his arm away when he attempted a strike against her and pressed her chest to his, looking at him thru half-lidded eyes and a sultry smirk as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
He froze. Normally he was the one who initiated contact intimate as this, and he was getting better at no longer hesitating when she started it, but now she was nearly offering herself to him! But before Zim could react, she pulled away and in the same fluid movement, knocked him to the ground pinning his arms while straddling him.
Zim felt his mind swirling at all the possible things he could do while in this position with Gaz, but froze again when he felt her gently trace his sternum with a slender finger.
"Looks like I win." She leaned down and whispered in a heated voice, "Ready to find out what I want for my prize?"
Gaz used her free hand to push his shirt up and a very bare green chest stared back at her, rising and falling with deep breaths, she took a moment to admire Zim's muscles before pulling it off him completely.
"Your prize is seeing me shirtless?" He questioned with a raised eyebrow before giving her an arrogant smirk. "I'm surprised you went thru so much trouble."
"Shut up!" She snapped, "I actually have something else in mind." A mischievous smirk appeared on her face, "I'm sure you'll enjoy it as much as me. Although, I'll be enjoying watching you squirm."
Gaz traced the line that ran between his pecks and abs with the tip of her finger, not quite hovering but with enough pressure that his muscles tensed at her touch. She then placed both her hands on his chest and, ever so gently, her fingers travelled down, running on each deep-set curve. Zim began panting with want and let out light groans from the flames of desire that her touch ignited. The muscles contracted and he flinched slightly when she traced the pelvic lines that ran from the sides of his frame. Gaz lazily trailed her eyes up his torso to meet his, marveling at the muscles that bunched beneath her hand as he took a sharp intake of breath.
"Having fun yet?" She baited.
Zim flipped them over, his eyes dark with lust, "I would have fun performing very unholy pleasures with you."
She flipped him on his back again, expression unwavering. "Not happening."
Evil temptress… He thought as he flipped them again. "Wipe that smirk off your face before I do it for you little-Gaz."
She let out a dry chuckle, "Like you could."
"You wouldn't have a choice," Zim leaned forward and Gaz felt his hot breath against her ear. "After all, you'd be naked and crying out in pleasure."
She froze, and he pulled back with an extremely satisfied look when he noticed her state of mind. Faster than he expected, Gaz regained her strength when she saw his conceited look and flipped him on his back again.
"How often you think about those things Zim?" She mused, absent-mindedly tracing his abs. "You're just torturing yourself you know. It's not going to happen anytime soon."
Flip.
"Are you sure about that little-Gaz?" He placed his hand on her waist and slowly trailed it upwards, stopping at her ribcage. "You seem to enjoy my attention."
A shiver passed thru her before she flipped them again. "You enjoy mine more."
Flip.
"Really?"
Flip.
"You admit it every day."
Flip.
"You are captivating and I won't deny my attraction to you." Zim leaned dangerously close to her again. "You should do the same."
He pressed his lips against hers in a heated kiss, and Gaz felt her body erupt to life when he began trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck, stopping at the swell of a breast. She grabbed his head, pulling him back to her, and her blood soared when she saw the smoldering flame in his eyes before she reclaimed his lips.
Her control was slipping, and this passion would consume her if she didn't stop. She knew she had to. Knew it was dangerous letting herself be this close. But… She didn't want to. Especially now that he was running a hand against her thighs, causing sensations so unexpected and powerful her grip on him intensified. Delicious agony coursed thru her with every touch and kiss Zim gave her, and Gaz wanted nothing more than to have the sweet torture building inside her at his expert hands to end while lasting forever at the same time. She never knew it was possible to want such contradicting things at the same time, but Zim always managed to throw her mind into a haze.
"Gaz…" Zim's moan broke thru the fog, "I don't know how much more I can take."
She didn't know how to respond, and his kisses along her neck combined with his roaming hands didn't make it easier. Gaz had been playing a dangerous game for the past two weeks and now she had to make a choice; keep going with her plan, or give in?
She settled for the best of both and brought his lips back to hers once more. After all, just a little longer couldn't hurt right?
Zim could feel her writhing beneath him as he traced her soft curves, their kiss becoming more intimate as their tongues touched and tasted the other. But Gaz hadn't admitted it yet. He lifted his head to speak when the computer's voice suddenly broke them from their trance.
"My Tallest!"
Zim hit the ground in sudden rage at the interruption. "WHAT!?"
"We have an emergency!"
"It can wait!"
"Please my Tallest, we need you in the Main Chamber."
Ziim couldn't pull away; her heavy pants and the feel of her against him demanded his attention. But he couldn't ignore the call either. He had responsibilities and a reputation to maintain as the Tallest of the Irken Empire, but that did little to waiver the pull of his desire to lead his people against his desire for the beauty beneath him.
Gaz watched quietly, observing the inner struggle that manifested in his eyes and on his face before whispering, "You should go."
They stared at each other for a moment before Zim stood and helped her up, holding her hands even after she regained her balance. She considered giving him another kiss when he turned abruptly and walked out of the room, leaving her to wonder if that's how he would act the day she left the Massive.
Zim stared at the screen with a completely blank face as he processed the information his computer had presented. Gaz was the one who sabotaged his machine; the same Gaz who sat with him during meals and seduced him during their training sessions. Suddenly, objects where thrown around the room, shattering once they hit the walls as Zim roared and shouted profanities in his native tongue. Although his pilots were ignorant with matters concerning a mate or the courting of a mate, they understood betrayal, and huddled in a corner trying to avoid their Tallest's violent reaction.
Zim grabbed his chair, attempting to calm himself. He had been a fool to let Gaz charm him while she plotted with her brother! His analysts managed to detect a nearly untraceable signal coming from both Dib and Gaz's rooms and via the latest signal, also discovered the malfunction had been Gaz's idea. Which made sense, after all, Dib would just attempt blowing the machine up without thinking of the consequences.
He had to respect her for that; not everyone could come up with a brilliant idea and Zim never would've given her or her brother a thought if Dib hadn't attempted communicating with his sister so soon after the sabotage. How did she manage reading his blueprints though? Gaz needed more than just basic knowledge of the Irken language to translate, meaning she had to know more than what he taught her so many years ago… then again she could have used a translator… but he had never given her anything like that.
Cold, calculating logic began flowing thru him again; it was possible Gaz made one, meaning she was much more intelligent than he gave her credit for. Irken technology was a complicated matter, and the fact that Gaz not only understood his blueprints, sabotaged his machine and made a translator by hand (maybe) was enlightening. Zim knew he should be furious and despite the new respect he held for her, the urge to destroy her should be there, but… it wasn't. Why was that?
Because I would have done much worse if I was in her position. He mused to himself.
So the feeling of uncontrollable rage was replaced with uncontrollable lust as he realized the opportunity this situation presented to him. Despite their best efforts, Dib wouldn't be getting as much time added to his year and now Zim could get the upper hand on Gaz once more. She had turned the tables on him two weeks ago and now he would turn them on her.
"Computer, where is Gaz?"
"She's in the Shooting Range my Tallest."
He stood silent for a moment before a wicked smile crossed his face, "Perfect."
Gaz set her gun aside as she stretched her arms. She had no idea how long she had practiced, but she wasn't willing to let thoughts of leaving the Massive take over her mind again. They caused an aching inside her and although she knew that day would eventually come, she would put off the idea as long as she could. As Gaz reached for her gun again she felt an arm encircle her waist and her back pressed against a muscular chest.
She rolled her eyes, "Zim, you better let me go or…"
She let out a gasp when she suddenly felt Zim's hand slowly sliding upwards on her inner thigh; knees going weak as the heat of his hand passed thru his gloves*.
"Or you'll what little-Gaz?" He breathed into her ear. "You'll steal more of my plans and sabotage them?"
Her eyes widened slightly, then narrowed. "So you know."
"I figured it out a while ago actually."
"So now what? You're going to throw me in the Massive's prison?"
"Foolish Gaz!" Zim suddenly shouted as his grip on her tightened, "You made sense of complicated blueprints in an alien language that is not yours, found the most crucial points in a machine I designed, and successfully disabled it. I'm impressed with your intelligence, guts and understanding."
Gaz stood against him completely speechless. She had cost Zim so much damage with what she had pulled and here he was admiring her?
"I'll admit I was furious when I found out, but like I said before," He pulled his hand from her thigh and pushed her cape to the side, pressing his face against the back of her neck. "You've impressed me. How can I toss intelligence that is second only to me in a prison?"
Zim turned her towards him, his breath fanning her face before his eyes dropped to her mouth.
He looks like he's going to ravish me… A shiver of excitement passed thru her at the idea, but she still pressed her hand against his chest in a shaky attempt to get away.
"You promised not to force me Zim."
Zim raised his eyes to hers and she could see his desire for her swimming thru them, ready to burst at any moment. "All promises became worthless the moment you betrayed me. Make no mistake Gaz, you will be mine tonight."
And as his words crashed down on her, she knew what he said was true.
She would give herself to him.
* Remember she has that parting on the front of her dress.
So I was going to focus a bit on Dib this chapter and obviously that didn't happen. It would have made this chapter un-necessarily long. So sorry about that ngrey651.
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