Chapter Six- An Unwanted Interlude

Dib stood next to his homemade hovercraft, having trouble finding his keys and holding his paperwork at the same time. He awkwardly maneuvered the folder around, digging his hand in each of his many pockets. It had been a long day, but he still had important work to do and he needed to be on his way fairly soon.

"Darn it, where did I put them," he said.

"Looking for something," a voice said.

Dib gasped and turned around quickly. He blinked a few times into the darkness, but even as his eyes settled, he could see no one. He looked around with a furrowed brow, his heart pounding rabidly. But no one was there.

He turned back towards his hovercraft and nearly jumped out of his skin to see the General standing extremely close to him. He leaped back and put a hand over his chest. "Don't do that!" he exclaimed.

"When did you get so jumpy," she said, smiling at him.

"When evil women decided to start surprising me in parking lots," Dib said sarcastically. "What do you want?"

"Do you really have to ask," she asked, stepping closer to him.

He backed away from her nervously. "Why can't you take a hint, Tak," he asked, "I don't know how many times I've told you I'm not interested."

"But you are interested," she said, "Watch."

She stepped up to him and put a hand on his chest. She could feel him shudder underneath her touch and feel his heart pound passionately. He tried to stifle his feelings, but it was hard to suppress his body's natural reaction.

He backed away from her but backed right into a car. The sudden stop caught him off guard and he looked behind him to see what he hit.

Tak used the moment to practically throw herself on him and pin him against the vehicle.

"So how did Gaz like my tactics," she asked, pressing her chest into his.

"A little off-topic, don't you think," he responded, his voice cracking.

"I was just curious," she said. She looked down, enamored with the sight of their bodies conforming to one another's. It was a feeling they were both familiar with.

Dib gulped. "Well… if you don't mind, Tak, I really need to be going," he said, hoping his assertion would be enough to ward her off.

"Where do you have to go that's so important," she asked, momentarily being completely serious. She had always made it her personal mission to know exactly what all the royal staff did outside the palace walls, just to be sure no one was turning traitor.

"Well…," Dib said, his mind racing for a good excuse, "It's… a book club," he concluded.

"Oh really," she said with a sultry smile, "Sounds fun. Mind if I join you," she asked, leaning even closer until their faces nearly touched.

"Uhhh! It's a… gentleman's book club," he said, his voice rising in volume.

Tak lifted both eyebrows in surprise. "Wow, Dib," she said with a pleasantly astounded smile, "I had no idea…"

Dib thought about what he said for a moment and his eyes got wide. "No! Not that kind of gentleman's club!"

"Oh Dib, it's nothing to be ashamed of," she said, the fire in her eyes growing, "In fact, I'm almost relieved. I had always thought you'd become a prude since we broke up."

"Well… just because I'm not with you doesn't mean I'm dead," he said, trying to be assertive but having a hard time of doing so.

"Good," she said, "Then you won't mind if I do this."

Suddenly, she wedged her hand in between the car and his butt and gave him a squeeze.

He yelped loudly and jumped at the rash action. "W-wait Tak! We can't do this anymore. We are professionals," he said, looking for an escape.

"That's what makes it so kinky," she said, digging a hand underneath his shirt.

He dropped his folder of papers and grabbed both of her wrists, holding them far away from him. "Seriously, Tak! We shouldn't do this! We are supposed to be examples of good protocol for the citizens of…," he began, his heart still going at a hundred miles per hour.

But without warning, Tak lunged forward and forced her lips onto his, cutting his sentence off.

Dib grunted against her mouth, his eyes wide with surprise and alarm. He tried to push her away, but she was strong for a woman, or for anyone for that matter. But he could feel his knees grow weak as she explored his mouth with her tongue. He closed his eyes, momentarily giving in to the sensation. He let go of her wrists and placed his arms around her. He savored the familiar moment of intimacy. He had always loved the way her body fit so comfortably against his, as if they were a perfect match. Such happy memories flooded back to him as his tongue slid in and out of her mouth.

Suddenly, his eyes shot open and he pushed her away. "No! I can't! I can't do this anymore," he said, picking up his folder.

Tak rolled her eyes, annoyed that he had come to his senses yet happy that she was able to get that far with him. It was the most intimate she had gotten him to. So in her mind, she had won a small victory.

Dib stepped around her and walked over to his hovercraft, frantically searching for his keys. Tak stood behind him casually, her hands placed behind her back.

Beads of sweat lined his forehead. "I don't know what came over me, but don't read into that," Dib said, still searching.

Tak forcefully grabbed his shoulder and flipped him around. With a strong shove, she threw him against the hovercraft, where he landed with a loud clang. He flinched as she stepped forward, getting uncomfortable close yet again.

"I already have," she said with an evil smile. With sultry grace, she reached into his inside coat pocket and removed his keys. She dangled them in front of his face tauntingly.

"You have a pleasant night, Dib," she said, dropping the keys on the ground. And with that, she turned around and walked away without another word, swinging her hips as she left.

Dib just stood there for a moment. His breath seemed to echo loudly in the dark palace parking lot. For some reason, his eyes were watering like crazy and he blinked away the would-be tears. After he was sure she was gone, he growled in frustration loudly. Without thinking, he turned and kicked the side of his hovercraft. He quickly regretted it, for now his toes were throbbing in pain. But that was the very least of his troubles.

"Damn these women!"

Poor Dib... Why do I torture him so? I hope you weren't too disappointed with the identity of the General. This story is getting pretty Invader Zim heavy, don't you think?