A/N: Woo! Here's the next crazy chapter! Starts to get good here!
When Gir returned he came bearing an Icy peanut Slushy and a brown paper bag
When Gir returned he came bearing an Icy peanut Slushy and a brown paper bag.
"III GOTS EET!"
Zim was currently cleaning up the Kitchen while Dib watched TV, he turned to look at Gir from his spot on the couch.
"Nice work Gir!"
"I found it under your bed thingy, is frilleh!"
Zim looked down from where he was scrubbing chunks of food off the ceiling. "Why do you even have a maid uniform?"
Dib clutched at the bag nervously, his voice cracking slightly. "Research!"
"… Research?"
"Y-yeah!"
"Oh I see… No wait I don't!"
Dib looked at Zim for a bit before flinging the bag at him.
"Just go put this on!"
The paper bag hit Zim in the head, making him flail for a bit before finally getting a good grip on the bag and walking of, grumbling a bit about 'big head' and 'stoopid'.
The next time Dib saw Zim he couldn't help but do a double take.
Like with his human disguise there were the contacts and the wig but rather then the pointy male wig a short bob with a small scythe adorned his green head.
Dib had not expected the maid uniform that he had already seen a few times look so good on Zim's slim frame.
The dress was a fairly simple black with white cuffs at the shoulder, the frills giving the skirt a bell like shape beneath the apron to compensate for the lack of hips.
Zim's shoulders were bare, a black ribbon was tied neatly around his neck and the zip at the back had to be split to allow the pak room.
Dib realised he was staring when Zim started tapping his foot, black Mary Janes with white socks that reach just above his knees.
"Nice gloves"
Yes, gloves, that's what he was looking at, gloves are safe.
Zim tugged on the cuff of one of the disgustingly frilly gloves. "Whatever Dib… Taller. Just tell me what to do."
Dib grinned. "So I can really make you do any thing I want huh?"
The device on his back buzzed, reminding Zim to answer and soon.
"Yes…. Anything your giant head desires."
"My head's not that big!"
Zim's left eye twitched slightly as he repressed the urge to contradict him.
"Whatever you say, Dib Taller."
A small smile spread across Dib's face and he lent back on the couch slyly.
"Zim… Come here for a moment."
Zim stepped over towards the couch cautiously, not trusting the Dib despite the device's encouragements, but even when he was standing right at his feet Dib gestured for him to come closer until Zim was kneeling on the couch with his knees on either side of Dib's hips.
Dib leaned forward, one hand tugging on the hem of the skirt absentmindedly the other nudging Zim's wig to the side so he could whisper in a low voice.
"Zim.."
"Yesssss?" Zim hissed slightly, he wanted so much to pull back but the device softly buzzed on his back, raising his discomfort and lowering his possibility of disobeying Dib.
"I want you-" Dib's fingers wound into Zim's wig absentmindedly. "to make me-"
He ran his other hand slowly up till it was where Zim's hip would be. "a Burger."
He promptly pushed Zim by his shoulder backwards onto the floor where he lay, wig askew, legs akimbo and extremely confused.
However the pak chose that moment to send several volts through Zim till he got up and ran screaming into the kitchen.
Dib sighed, leaning back on the couch and propping his feet on Gir's head, oh yes; this would be fun.
After labouring in the kitchen, flattening meat into a circle, cutting the tomatoes and so on, Zim managed to produce a large, tasty looking burger, burning his skin several times in the process with the meat, water and even the microwave…somehow.
He quickly placed the hot burger on a fancy tray and took it into where Dib was sitting.
Dib couldn't help but straiten up at the smell when Zim brought him the burger, it plucked it from the plate quickly.
"Thanks for the burger Zim!" then as he took his first bite the hairs on Dib's neck all stood up as the flavour exploded in his mouth.
He let out a low "Mmmm." and licked a stray bit of sauce off his lips.
He chewed slowly and swallowed the mouthful, sighing and slumping slightly in his spot.
"WHY" He had a goofy smile on his face as he spoke "Are you so good at this?"
"Just eat the burger Dib-stink-AURGHH!!"
Zim dropped the tray in pain, letting it clatter on the floor, a look of concern came across Dib's face for a moment.
"Hey Zim?"
"What!" Zim glared up at him from his current kneeling position on the floor where he had been picking up the tray.
"My hands are busy with this burger, clean my face for me."
Zim's hand curled into a fist, that Dib, he would get his once the training period was over and the device dropped off.
However the device instructed Zim to do something he wasn't exactly happy with, but it wasn't like he had much choice in the matter.
Slowly Zim turned and placed both gloved claws on Dib's knees, Dib jumped slightly at the contact and remained frozen in his place as Zim slowly pushed himself upward, bringing his green face closer towards Dib's, mouth open slightly, Dib's eyes widened as a thin snakelike tongue slid out of Zim's mouth and licked the crumbs slowly off his face leaving a wet trail behind it before withdrawing quickly into Zim's green lip less mouth.
The sat there for a moment then Zim silently moved back, picked up the tray, and bowed before returning to the kitchen.
Dib sat there, face clean, cheeks red and thinking 'he could have just used a napkin.'
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