Chapter Four: Paradise or Hell?
Gaz felt her eyes crack open to bright daylight and the doomer groaned heavily as she rolled away from the painful solar energy.
Right into a warm body of lithe muscle.
Naked lithe muscle.
Her eyes shot wide open despite the pain in her head and stomach and she found herself face to face with a semi-unconscious Zim. The black haired man's eyes were partially open, but he was clearly still out of it.
That didn't stop him from leaning towards her and kissing her softly.
Her heart stopped and the world ceased its spinning as she felt his alcohol soaked tongue enter her mouth and lightly play with her own tongue. She was already so disoriented with how she had woken up—also naked, she realized with a terrified start—that this was too much to take in.
She shoved Zim off of her, to his surprise, and backed up to the edge of the bed while pulling the covers up around her chest—something she had realized had been exposed for the past five minutes of her sudden alertness.
"What the hell did you do!?" Gaz screamed at him as she sobered up rapidly while frantically searched the room for her clothes. To her dismay, they were everywhere. Literally.
She had slept with Zim.
Her bra was hanging on a lamp behind Zim, her panties scrunched up by the far wall. Her shirt across the room, her pants nowhere in sight. She was so stunned that she didn't even bother to think about where her gameslave could be.
She had lost her virginity...to a drunken one-night-stand.
"G-Gaz?" Zim looked incredibly confused as he shifted backwards, trying to not scare her.
"What the-" Gaz started to repeat, only for the cloud of her hangover to depart briefly as she remembered the events of the previous night. There were a lot of things to remember, she realized as she blushed heavily. For a virgin, she had really done some crazy things in just under three hours.
"Gaz," Zim said slowly as he turned around sluggishly—due to the alcohol—and began to stand up. "I'm going to let you get dressed, okay? Jus-" Zim fell face forward onto the ground as soon as he tried to stand with a loud thud. "SHIT!"
Gaz, without thinking, moved to check on him, the covers falling from her curvy frame easily as she leaned over the edge of the bed to see Zim twisted in the sheets. He had just started to roll over when she appeared above him. His eyes locked on to her body and he blushed heavily, which in turn caused her to blush heavily.
"GET OUT!" She snapped, incredibly embarrassed as she turned away to cover herself again.
Zim awkwardly managed to scramble to his feet and somehow left the room after only falling one more time and slamming into the wall twice.
Once he was gone, Gaz buried herself into the bed and let her guard down before she began to cry.
Gaz entered Zim's living room some time later, now fully dressed, and took a seat across from Zim on the couch.
The man who had taken her virginity—almost certainly unknowingly—was mumbling to himself and looking at the ground as if he were ten years younger and had been caught in the act of stealing candy from the top cabinet. In his hands was a bottle of gatorade and a capsule full of pills.
"Gaz!" Zim said once he had realized she was sitting before him, her eyes on him while her arms were wrapped around herself in a comfortable manner. "I-"
She raised a hand and he fell silent as she spoke.
"I lost my virginity last night Zim," Gaz said with deathly softness as Zim paled and looked even more guilty than before. If Gaz wasn't in such an emotional state right now, she would have found it to be cute.
"I was hurt a few years ago," Gaz continued, "by a boy who thought he was a man...he lied to me after four years of being a couple..." she stood up and walked towards Zim, who looked nervous.
"He tried to use me, to use my body, for his own needs even though he thought it was fine to lie to me." She sat down so close to Zim that she was practically in his lap. She leaned in close and let a cold stare run over his features.
"I almost killed him for that...and he never got to do anything further than touch my tits." She locked eyes with Zim and he felt his heart freeze, but it wasn't because of fear.
"You didn't know anything, I know that," Gaz said softly as she traced a finger across Zim's arm idly as she continued to eye him. "So I won't kill you for what you did...but," she paused and felt Zim tense, "I want to know why."
Zim, for the first time in his life, was saved by his need to just blurt out the first thing that came to mind.
"You're perfect."
Gaz froze, her intimidating tactics halted, and she focused a curious gaze on the man before her. "W-what?"
"You...you are perfect." Zim restated as he boldly shifted closer to her—something no one had ever done in their right mind—as she tried to make sense of his statement. "Your hair, it's exquisite. Your personality, it is so fresh. You aren't like any woman I have ever met...you...you excite me."
This time Zim held up a finger, causing Gaz to freeze in shocked silence.
"I have always been intrigued by the opposite sex, but...I've never felt like this. I get this...this rush from just talking to you, Gaz. From being around you. It's like you're a shot of adrenaline that I can't get enough of. It's unreal...and I can't bear to lose that." He said the last part so softly that Gaz—who's heart was already beating out of control at such statements—nearly felt her heart stop.
"I-" Gaz opened her mouth to say, only to be silenced by Zim's finger on her lips.
"I know I am coming on really strong, and I know I really messed up, but...please just give me another chance?" Zim asked, his eyes hopeful.
Gaz stared at the black haired man for several moments, leaving him nervous to the point that he almost started to fidget in his seat.
Then she jumped on his lap and kissed him hard on the lips. The amazing feeling in her stomach from the night before that she vaguely remembered returned in full force and she nearly gasped in delight. Despite her restraint, Zim bit her lip only a few seconds later and she found herself gasping despite her attempts at control.
Whether it had been her or him, she didn't know, but they ended up in a heap on the couch and soon their clothes began to vanish once again. Gaz quickly grabbed Zim's shoulder and stopped him before he could remove her pants for the second time.
"Slow down." She commanded and to her surprise his hands left as if he had never even intended to go there at all. A few more long kisses went by and Gaz found herself curled up against Zim, all pleasurable actions having ceased as he contentedly nuzzled her neck.
"I'll go at whatever speed you want, little Gaz," Zim said softly, causing her to blush at the thought of her having to tell him to go back to kissing her neck instead of nuzzling it.
"I'm not little," she muttered as she turned around to face him, now lying on their sides on the couch.
"No, you certainly are not." Zim said with a bold glance downwards.
Gaz blushed and turned back around, too shocked to say anything else. Despite this, Zim was either incredibly insightful—which she doubted—or he lacked patience—which she was almost certain of—because his lips once again returned to her neck.
She made some sort of groan and soon his hand was on her hip and she was flush against him once again.
"I think someone is conflicted," Zim whispered as Gaz struggled to remain coherent. Between the returning hangover and her desires, she was having a hard time staying in control of the situation.
"I think someone needs to back off," Gaz said as angrily as she could muster, instead, it came out more as a tired moan than a gruff hint. Once again, however, Zim's hands retreated and he returned to nuzzling.
The disappointment grunt that escaped her lips didn't help her at all.
"You know...you're vile brother is still in the hospital," Zim reminded her some time later. Gaz blinked and realized that despite the heated state her body was in, she had managed to drift into a semi-conscious slumber while Zim held her on the couch.
"So?" She asked while trying to return to her slumber, it had actually been incredibly relaxing to her.
"Shouldn't you go check on him...possibly finish him off?" Zim questioned as he eyed her teasingly from behind while his hands slipped around her frame.
"Shouldn't you?" Gaz countered.
She knew she should probably ensure her brother didn't die by her own hand, but in truth she was far to content with Zim and she'd be damned if she left her current position to deal with Dib—even if he was the reason she had ended up in said position.
"He's your big-headed brother." Zim replied as he turned her over so that she was facing him once again. Despite the argument, Gaz giggled softly at the comeback. She couldn't help it, it was just too true. Dib did have an impressively large head.
"He's your friend." Gaz said stubbornly as she fought off a blush due to the giggles while she also brushed off the hand that had returned to her hip.
They remained in silence for several seconds before she sighed and swore under her breath as she looked away, unable to take his suggestive stare. Zim smirked and leaned down to kiss her neck, causing her to freeze as he drifted down to the edges of her chest before drawing back up to the edge of her ear. Leaving her shaking in half-awakened pleasure, he withdrew his mouth and eyed her.
"Should I still go see the Dib-stink?" Zim asked coyly.
Gaz decided that Iggins and his haunted reign over her memories could go fuck themselves. She was her own master and she would ensure that completely.
She brought her body so close to Zim's that she could feel him without having to even touch him. She knew he liked her but it seemed she had an unusual level of influence on...certain parts of him.
"This isn't a just a fling, Zim?" Gaz demanded as she locked eyes with him. Dull onyx and ruby red infused into a inferno that left both wanting more.
"I don't think I'll ever be free of you," Zim said in naked truth as he lost himself in the staring contest.
Gaz smashed her lips to his and reached for the edge of her shirt.
Oh shit.
Feeling something go terribly wrong, she spun off the couch and had barely made it to the kitchen before an uncountable amount of vodka made its way out of her system the same way it had come in.
Zim was at her side instantly as he held her hair and kept her head in the trash can. After the vomiting had subsided, he left and returned with a bottle of gatorade and a few pills.
"Here, these should help." Zim said confidently as she groggily took the offered items. "You don't drink much do you?"
"No," Gaz muttered weakly, privately furious at how pathetic she had to look right now.
"You're in no shape to go to see the Dib-stink, I guess you're stuck with me for now little Gaz." Zim said with a suggestive smirk that almost made Gaz feel better. She could already see that the nickname was going to around for awhile as well.
He easily lifted her—despite her protests—and brought her back to the couch. He left her there for a brief moment as he fetched the trash bin—with a new liner—and more gatorade and pills.
"I hate being weak," Gaz muttered as Zim pulled her towards him, laying her in such a way that her head stopped spinning and her stomach stopped its rumbling.
"You are not weak," Zim said simply as he kissed her—quite a feat given the stale taste of vomit lingering there—before he lowered the neck of his shirt slightly to reveal a thick bruise on a well muscled chest. "I wouldn't call that weak, would you?"
"I'd call that a reminder to never piss me off," Gaz said, smiling softly as she felt her old self coming back.
"I think I'd like to see you all riled up," Zim purred, but Gaz just smacked him gently.
"Don't try to get off with me while I'm still sick from your alcohol." Gaz said teasingly while holding back a groan from moving so suddenly.
"Does this mean I might "get off" with you later?" Zim asked hopefully.
Gaz just sighed in defeat and curled up to him tighter.