Mr. Mookenstein

Chapter 21

didn't gaz burn down their old home..she said she did?

No. She planned on it, but if anyone's noticed, she hasn't gotten around to it yet.

cheddarbiscuit

Chapter 21

I am afraid. I'm so fucking afraid I think I'll just close my eyes and say, "I'm not lookin' I'm not lookin'" As I skip past the naughty bits.

I know how you feel. Hmm . . . Lemme see what I can do for ya!

ngrey651

Chapter 21

Poor Dib. He's lost her...it's so...tragic.
Gaz, I don't deny Zim loves you. But it wasn't his choice to make to take over the world. It wasn't his right. He has a right to your love, but not to take over the world any more than you have the right to demand things from everyone around you. The right thing to do would be to give yourself up.

O.o

I'm confused. Give herself up to whom?

fairychix26

Chapter 21

Dib is a jerk. AWWW Zim asked her dad to come soooo cute! hey is there anyway you will tell us what happened between Tak and Zim while Gaz was talking to Dib? oh and her dress sounds so pretty in the distant future (because i am only 16 and don't even have a boyfriend) would you mind if i used this decriptioon for my wedding gown except i will use purple insted of red.
well thats it till next time
Luv,
Fairy Girl

Sorry, too lazy. But you'll get the gist of it next chapter.

And I actually DID steal the design from a pic I googled. If you look up "red wedding dress" you'll probably see what I'm talking about; mermaid dress, red corset I think, white at the bottom. I changed a few things but still, if you find the right pic, you'll get the general idea.

xoAmaxi

Chapter 21

I FORGOT TO COMMENT ON SOMETHING IN THE LAST CHAPTER;
I love the way Gir is a stand-in for Zim/Gaz's "child".
It's so cute c:
AND, ABOUT THIS CHAPTER;
I loved this wedding! Even though it was crashed, it was awesome! Traditional but so Invader Zim-like. The image of the minions wearing bowties.. PRICELESS. LOL. And such great detail on Gaz's dress, it sounds beautiful.
Thankyou for another brilliant chapter..
Now.. THE MOMENT WE'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR.
*waits impatiently for chapter 22 ;D*

Oh god. XD Don't get too exicted yet. I have a feeling you'll all be disappointed with this. XD

And with Gir (Oh lovable Gir) it just made sense to me.

God.

Please don't hate me if this is horrible, I am MORTIFIED right now.

Seriously, I is frightened right now.

TO ALL OF YOU WHO DON'T WANT TO READ THE SEX; (cheddarbiscuit; I'm mainly calling you out, but you'll thank me) Once you see that 2 stars (**), stop reading. The rest is sex and adds little to no plot besides the fact they are now "official".

Also, 200 reviews now (and I will have you all know I've read every one of them)! Woo! You guys, I cannot express my love for you at this moment.

So try to enjoy Zim and Gaz's, if you can. -_- (runs off to a corner and gags)


Chapter 22
"The Honeymoon"

Gaz was numb throughout the reception.

She was fidgeting by the time their "guests" left. And Gaz had ordered her father to return home, hoping Dib had listened to her for once.

She and Zim had actually gone out onto the large balcony of the fortress, one she hadn't known about, to address the public. To say she was stunned by the amount of people that had showed up would be an understatement. There were so many people, cheering too not even booing, as the bride and groom appeared.

Zim had been the one to speak, and she hadn't been listening to a word of what Zim said, too deaf by the buzz of the people around her to really pay attention. Gaz had only been aware when he gestured to her, referring to her as "Empress Gaz Membrane" and all the crowd was in an uproar. She blushed furiously, shooting Zim a look. He had only laughed, holding her to him by her waist.

"Stop being so anxious," he insisted, away from the microphone. Grinning mischievously he growled in her ear. "You'll waste your energy and you'll need it later, if Zim has anything to say about it."

If possible her cheeks darkened further. He was such an asshole, embarrassing her in front of the whole world like this! But he was just feeding the image of her innocence.

Something he was desperate to take by now.

The sun was setting by the time Zim finished addressing the public. Zim saluted, Skoodge by his side but having not spoken, did the same. Even Gir was there, in her arms by the end of the conference. Gaz nodded her head politely as the entourage turned and left.

"Gir, Minnie-Moose," Zim said severely. He eyed all of them, seriously. "Stay with Skoodge tonight. None of you are to go to the East Wing until you are told otherwise, understood?"

"Okay!" Gir said, already sitting on Skoodge's head. It seemed that he had been forgiven by how relaxed he was.

Skoodge shifted uncomfortably, the only one of the three that had any idea why they weren't allowed to bother Zim and Gaz tonight. He quickly took his superior's two minions, hurrying them off.

"Wanna watch a movie tonight, guys?"

"PIGGY-PARTY!"

"Squeak!"

"NO, we watched that last time, Minnie-Moose!"

Gaz watched them, amused as Zim turned her around, leading her, both of them laughing, by the small of her back. By the time she reached their room, yes, their room after tonight, she could feel the nerves crawling across Zim's skin.

Zim shut the door behind him, turning to face her seriously, holding her around the waist.

"Gaz," he said, gently. "You don't . . . If you're nervous, we don't have to-!"

"Zim," she murmured, looking up at him. "I'm fine."

"You sure?"

She kissed him.

That was enough of a response.

(**)Zim's hands went to her sides, to her back. At first it was just the usual stuff, hands running up and down her sides, the tongue thing. Gaz was waiting for him to continue.

It came in the form of groping.

His hand trailed down her back and to her backside, remaining there. This was one of his bolder moves but also something that had happened before. At first she felt completely relaxed, almost bored really. She had expected more, especially from how much he'd been teasing her.

And then his hand squeezed her, hard and she jumped, squeaking in surprise.

Zim's eyes shot to her face but no apprehension was there. None at all, actually, just surprise. He felt himself stiffen slightly, down there. It was because he wasn't controlling it now; he had no reason to. Zim released a predatory growl at her innocent expression, unsure why that was so appealing to him but he just couldn't help it. She was about to be his, officially, in Irken society, not just human.

She was his wife.

Gaz wrapped her arms around him, groaning into his mouth. She felt the shivers that ran down his spine, painfully aware how turned on he was by her very presence. Her tactics were unnecessary. Zim could get off just by holding her. Instinctively her hands trailed from his neck, onto the buttons of his jacket. Zim felt her undoing them one by one, slowly, making him groan this time. His hands moved temporarily from his body as he discarded the annoying piece of clothing, flinging it away.

It was then Gaz noticed something alarming.

"Where's your PAK?" She demanded, staring in surprise, pulling away from the kiss.

Zim chuckled, his mouth doing strange things to her ear as he spoke into it. "It's temporarily dissolved into my skin, a function all PAK's develop when they choose to pick up a sahlm. It makes the act of mating easier but it's only temporary and takes some recharging afterwards."

Gaz tried to form coherent thought as Zim growled again, nipping her earlobe and tugging on it. It sounded like such a weird thing to do but maybe for someone who didn't have ears, they were a curiosity. "You didn't have to-."

"Enough speak," Zim interrupted, hands trailing to the back of her dress, where the strings were, that had taken a while to tie up. "It's pointless."

"That's going to take a while," she informed him, jerking her chin to the lace. "That took like, twenty minutes."

"I very much like that dress on you," Zim informed her smugly, as if he knew something she did not. She felt his hands trailing across her back, to the very bottom of the lace. "However, I think I'd like it more if you were out of it."

With a tug, the lace came right out.

"How the hell did you do that?" Gaz demanded, irritated and stunned. The only thing holding the dress up now was how tightly he was holding her against him.

Or at least, that's what he thought.

"A secret you will never know," he insisted, still smug. "Now, may I?"

"Such a gentleman," she said sarcastically, stepping away from him. "However, you forgot about the zipper."

"Zipper?" His brow rose. "Who has a zipper and lace ties?"

"I do," she replied, turning her back on him. "Close the screen door while I do this."

Zim sighed and headed over, shutting the door and leaving them in a comfortable glow of moonlight, without the breeze. Gaz had forgotten to close it this morning, when she'd been airing out after the nail-polish smell and the perfume had begun to overwhelm her. At the time she had needed the fresh air but now? Not so much.

"You are such a tease," Zim hissed, turning around.

And that was when he saw Gaz, slowly pulling the zipper down her back. Zim's eyes practically bugged out of his head, his lips parting, as if they wanted to speak but he didn't know what to say.

Well, at least he knew the reason for the zipper.

Finally it fell, and Gaz turned, stepping out of the crumpled cloth and her heels as she placed a hand on her hip expectantly.

"No," she corrected, smugly, oblivious to his ogling as she picked up the dress, tossing it into the closet. "That was being a tease. Telling you to close the door was simply a reasonable suggest-."

But Zim was upon her then, hands roaming on her bare thighs. She wore a corset-top piece of lingerie and white lacy underwear. She felt his hands roaming her new, exposed skin, touching all of the places he had never seen before. Gaz smirked, mouth moving to his neck as her leg hitched up against his hip. Zim gripped her backside firmly in both hands, tongue tickling her ear again, making her squirm. She was surprised to find how relaxed the two of them were, like they'd done this before.

Gaz felt exposed then. Zim was still technically fully dressed, and she was in her underwear. So her lithe hands made quick work of his shirt, not quite wanting to get to his pants yet. Realizing her intentions, Zim removed his arms for a split second, ditching the shirt and resting his forehead against hers so she could examine him. It was only fair, since he had done the same to her.

It was immediately decided that Gaz enjoyed Zim shirtless. He wasn't bulky-muscle-built but he did have muscles. He had a lean form, no belly-button or nipples, but there were pecks. She ran her hand over his smooth skin, slowly up and down his chest.

"Do you approve?" He asked, teasingly, but seriously. "Do you like what you see?"

Gaz smirked, reassuringly, touching his face. "Yes. And what about you?"

Zim growled seductively, running his hand over the bare skin of her thigh. "Must you honestly ask?"

"Of course." Then her brows furrowed, catching his hand. "Are the gloves necessary? I'm sure your hands aren't that grotesque."

He smirked at her joke, releasing her and holding up one hand, the other tugging on it. "No, but they are considered rather weak."

Her brow rose. "What do you mean 'weak'? They work fine from what I felt."

Zim seemed pleased with her answer, tugging off the glove. It was just a normal hand. Well, as normal as a green, alien hand could be. "They're too soft, see?"

Gaz snorted. "Hardly weak."

"You are speaking to a planet about war. Soft is practically the definition of weak."

Gaz took his hand, intertwining their fingers. He was right, his hands were soft. But they weren't obscenely so, like baby soft, just smoother then the rest of his skin. She kissed his fingers, once, gently.

"They're fine," she insisted, before looking back at him.

Her mouth collided with his once again. Gaz straddled him, both of them still standing, and he held her against him easily. Gaz suddenly felt herself pinned but this time, not against a wall. Her eyes shot open as she realized how soft the texture was beneath her skin, with Zim's knees on either side of her hips and his arms straight, looking down at her as he gauged her expression.

Gaz was on the bed now.

"Still alright?" Zim asked her, warily, upon seeing her surprise.

Gaz nodded, shifting to make herself more comfortable. "Fine."

"Good."

Zim unzipped his pants then, removing them himself. They were dress pants, not his standard Invader pants, like she'd expected. She eyed this as he sat back on his legs, kneeling on the bed. He let his legs dangle over the bed, pulling them off in a smooth movement. Everything about him tonight was particularly smooth, like he'd practiced. With a smirk, she wondered if he had. Honestly, she wouldn't have put it past him.

Gaz smirked further at his boxers. She had figured he would be that kind of guy, if he'd ever had to choose. They were red and she could see the makings of a bulge in his pants.

She had sat up as he got back on the bed, over her once more, his face inches from hers as he smirked.

"Enjoying that part as well?" He said, referring to her looking down there.

Gaz snickered. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Yes. Yes, I would." Zim replied plainly. "So I'll just have to see how you react to what I do and come to my own conclusions."

"You make it sound so scientific."

"Isn't it?"

Before Gaz could retort, he was upon her, grinding himself against her harshly. She groaned into his shoulder, nails digging into his back a little. Without the protection of his clothes, it almost hurt, but not really. However it was far more erotic when he was nearly naked and Zim hissed into her mouth. Gaz shuddered at the weird feeling but she stood by the fact it was definitely not unpleasant.

His eyes went to her corset, feeling like she had cheated by wearing it. Normally she wore a bra, that would expose more but no, tonight she had to wear a corset. Even when she was giving herself to him she still withheld pieces of herself the whole time. Zim knew she had set herself up to where she couldn't be taken entirely until they were both naked.

A situation he was happy to apply to them.

Zim's hands went under her back as he continued to relentlessly grind against her, shooting heat in between Gaz's legs. She arched her back into him, unaware that she had made Zim's task easier. It wasn't until she felt the release on her back and heard the click did they both freeze, like they had just heard a gun go off.

And then Gaz sat up more, assisting him with an unreadable expression. Zim got the other two hooks off easily enough with her help until she was freed of its binds. Then slowly, as if afraid to, Zim removed her corset, tossing it aside and eying her. Once again he stared.

"Indulging?"

"It's unfair for someone to be as perfect as you," Zim informed her, looking up from her porcelain body to her face. He could find no flaw and it was almost irritating but he was far too in love with her to wish any imperfection on her.

Gaz rolled her eyes. "Shut up."

"You're very appealing," Zim said slowly, breathing in her air as he pressed her bare chest against his own. "Incredibly so. I've no idea how I contained myself up until now when I was constantly around a creature such as yourself, with constant access between your legs."

To demonstrate his claim, Zim's hand slid up her inner thigh, making her shiver. But he wasn't done talking yet, hardly. She could see it in his eyes that he had something he wanted to say, something that would, doubtless, make her uncomfortable or blush. It was easy to tell, with that smirk on his lips and that twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

"Do you know what you are to Zim?" He breathed in her ear, grinding his hips against hers, once.

She shivered. "No, but I'm sure you're going to tell me."

"You are tempting," he growled, that hand cupping her crotch and making her squeak. He chuckled, nuzzling her ear. "And seductive. And sexy."

He hissed the last word, making her shiver again as his mouth once again entertained itself with her ear. She had been expecting 'sexy' to come along eventually but despite her attempt to steel herself, her cheeks still flushed crimson. Zim pulled back a bit, pleased to see her reaction and chuckled. She kissed him, a quick but tender peck for his words. Zim refused to let her pull away once her mouth had connected with his though, locking his tongue around hers and pulling her back to him.

Gaz could very clearly feel his bulge in between her legs, through their underwear. Zim's hand roamed her near naked body feverishly, memorizing every curve and moaning at every reaction she gave to his touch. Zim had imagined this before, he'd admit. What else was there to do at night but think about the female asleep in your arms? But in all his fantasies he had never imagined it would be quite this erotic.

And they hadn't even really done anything yet!

Gaz's eyes opened as she kissed him, eyes flicking up to Zim's antennae curiously. Zim had warned her not to handle them roughly because he wouldn't be able to control himself. But he didn't need to control himself right now though, so . . .

Her hand trailed up his neck, slowly up towards his head. At once Zim growled, beginning to pull away as he predicted her moves. But Gaz locked her legs around him, moaning into his mouth. And Zim could not resist that, but he reached up, trying to remove her hand.

However, he wasn't quick enough before Gaz tugged.

And then things really started moving.

Zim's hands shot to her panty-line, wrapping a finger around the strap and tugging it downwards as the other went into her hair. He ground against her, pressing her lithe body into the bed below them. She let out a gasp of surprise, legs loosening around his hips as her body momentarily went weak from the waist down. That heat between her legs was insatiable, demanding attention.

Seeming to notice this, Zim was only too happy to pay tribute to that formerly forbidden region of her body.

One hand lifted her off the bed, gently, making her arch into him. The other, the one already hooked around her underwear, pulled them slowly down, off of her legs. But then he obviously got frustrated as he placed her back down, gripping the sides of the cloth getting in his way, and tore it free with his talons. Gaz's brow rose at his aggressive action but she had pulled on his antennae. Who knew what he was going to do now?

But that hardly mattered as Zim's eyes roamed her body, pulling away, and Gaz realized she was completely naked in front of him. Against her will her cheeks flushed again, embarrassment washing over her slightly. Zim noticed and his aggressive gaze softened, one hand reaching up to stroke her face gently.

"Don't be shy," he whispered, smiling at her. "You are beautiful, remember?"

At first Gaz still didn't say anything, just smiled back at him. Then, she said quietly, "Thank you."

"I am the one who should be grateful," Zim corrected, his hand trailing down the curve of her breast, down the side of her waist before finally resting on her hip. "You give yourself to me and all I can offer is this pitiful planet."

"And you," She added, smirking at the insult. "I like you."

"I love you," He retorted, cupping her face and leaning in rather close.

Gaz rolled her eyes, still pleased though. "I love you too."

Triumph filled his face, amusing Gaz all the more.

Then a touch of seriousness filtered into his expression. "Will you give yourself to me now?"

Gaz's eyes widened, surprised that he would ask her. Zim was weird but this was more endearing then odd. She wasn't sure what words to say so she just nodded for a response, relaxing into the bed.

She couldn't help but be curious and watch as Zim removed his red boxers, the bulge rather pronounced now. Zim watched her while she watched his hands hook around the elastic band, sliding them downwards and kicking them off.

And then they were both naked.

Gaz felt anticipation and slight fear shoot through her veins as she eyed him.

He was probably a little more than the average size of males, she guessed. Gaz had never been concerned about what 'average size' was, and Zim had probably never been filled in on it during any talks with his father. The weird thing she guessed though was that there were strange textures on his penis that she was pretty sure human males did not have.

Zim place himself over her again, apprehension also in his eyes. He ready Gaz's expression as she eyed him and was relieved to find that she didn't seem to be changing her mind. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to stop himself now, not when he was this hard.

"Are you . . . Are you sure?" He asked her anyways.

Gaz looked up from and nodded, smiling. "Yeah."

He didn't believe her.

So he decided to try a little more foreplay, spreading her legs and smirking. Her brow rose but she didn't say anything, knowing that he was doing something but he would probably not tell her. She'd find out in a second anyways.

Zim angled her hips up, scooting down the bed so his mouth was positioned at her entrance instead.

Gaz's eyes were wide. How did he even know about that?

"What are you doing?" She demanded, staring at him.

Zim beamed at her triumphantly. "An experiment I learned of in my research."

"What the hell kind of research has you learn about-?"

Gaz cut off with a moan, a noise she felt embarrassed by as Zim slipped his tongue into her. Zim wiggled it, like a snake, and was forced to hold her legs down with his hands as she squirmed. He was delighted by the noises, true, but he was even more pleased by the taste. It was a flavor Zim had never even dreamed of, wetting his taste buds as he explored. The whole time Gaz fidgeted, making noises of pleasure she hadn't known she was capable of making. It drove Zim on as he found every crevice he could reach, enjoying her gasp every time he slithered his tongue around.

This went on until Gaz had relaxed considerably more and Zim withdrew his tongue, licking his lips tauntingly, the delicious flavor still on his tongue. He doubted he'd ever taste anything as good again, not until he was tasting her again. Gaz's legs closed together slightly, now that they were free from his restraints.

"Better?" He questioned, eying her smugly.

Gaz was breathing heavily, her chest rising up and down, a sight he found he rather enjoyed. "Y-You're ridiculous."

"I'm horny," he corrected, smirking as his hand trailed up her inner thigh once more. "At least, I believe that's the word used."

She laughed, Zim still eying her chest as she did so.

And then she gasped as he grabbed her breasts in his hands, feeling them. His expression was curious and were it not so lustful, it would almost be innocent. He continue to grope and massage her harshly but painlessly. Gaz once again began twitching under his hands, making Zim painfully aware they had other, lower regions on both of them that needed satisfying.

He placed his hands on her inner thighs, spreading them gently. She hardly reacted, head turning to the side and her eyes closing. Zim lowered himself, so he was directly in front of her entrance. Gaz may not have been frightened, but he certainly was. Zim had done some research and had deduced that the first penetration of a female was often painful. The amount of initial discomfort varied, depending on the female, but still. The thought that she would be in pain, even for a little while, because he wanted to claim her was a frightening thought.

So he kissed her, hoping to distract her while he gently slid himself inside.

He could feel her wall break at the same time Gaz flinched, hissing into his mouth.

At once he froze, not entirely inside of her but terror had stopped him. "Gaz? Are you alright?"

She was blinking rapidly. She could feel a small amount of pain, but it was odd; she had expected more. This felt like a rubber-band had been snapped inside of her, and it stung but it wasn't so bad. It hurt but it wasn't nearly unbearable like she thought it would be. No, what was making her so out of control was trying to come to terms with what was happening. Zim was inside of her.

This was just too weird but in a good way.

"Fine," she replied, in answer to his question. She relaxed her body, that insatiable fire in her legs starting to cool as it realized it was being satisfied.

Zim took this as the 'go ahead' and continued in all the way. Gaz inhaled sharply, adjusting to the feeling as her walls expanded around him. Zim did not move, waiting patiently, but anxiously. He wanted to pound into her, like he'd promised to do in church*, but he would not. Not until she was completely ready and to where she would only be experiencing pleasure, not pain.

So when she finally felt herself relax, and she looked up at Zim expectantly, he was only too pleased to satisfy her. Curious to how she'd react to this, his hands set her hips firmly in place as he began moving in and out, slowly.

Gaz groaned, her hands on his back, "Zim."

He nearly paused at that. Gaz had never groaned his name out before, he was sure of it. But, rather liking the way she said it, he smirked. Gaz's eyes flicked open, locking with his.

Zim gave her a cynical grin as he pulled out almost entirely before slamming into her. Gaz cried out in her surprise, but in a good way. But this time she did not say his name and he wanted her to. So he paused, entirely inside of her, and flexed those strange 'textures' Gaz had seen. They felt perfect, and it left Gaz moaning again as she pressed her fingers into his back. But still, she did not say his name again.

So, helping out, he leaned down to growl in her ear. "Say it."

Gaz's eyes opened, disoriented. "Say what?"

"My name," he growled, seductively, but commandingly. "Say it!"

To help her along, Zim pulled out before slamming into her again.

"Zim!" Gaz cried out, stunned, blinking rapidly. Not only had he hit a particularly sensitive piece of flesh inside of her, but that texture scraping against her insides had felt heavenly, sending shivers down her spine as her breathing quickened.

He growled again, smirking, really liking how she said his name like that. "Say it again."

"What-?"

Zim slammed into her once more.

"Zim." She hissed, groaning as her head rolled back.

"Louder." He ordered. He'd been able to hear that last one, but it was more of a turn-on when she shouted it.

Slam.

"Zim!" Gaz shrieked, nails digging into his back now.

But he hardly minded. "Louder!"

Slam.

"ZIM!" She finally shouted, loud enough for his satisfaction.

However he could feel his need growing, the need to just relentlessly hammer into her, without waiting for her to say his name every time. He needed the friction, the feel of her walls tightening around him after every thrust. Zim leaned down over her, hands underneath her back as he continued to pound into her, harder each time. Gaz continued to shout his name, pleasing him, motivating him as he went harder and faster with each thrust. Zim couldn't help himself as his nails raked slowly down her back, but he heard no complaint from Gaz.

Gaz was having a hard time containing herself, not that she could. She rested her forehead against Zim's neck, crying out in ecstasy every time he slammed inside of her. His bare, smooth back was filled with her nails indents that never seemed to pierce his skin. Not that she intended to, it was just she just wasn't exactly focusing on keeping herself from hurting him.

Zim was in pure bliss, losing himself in his motions. His red eyes were unfocused; his mouth giving Gaz bites on her neck that would be there to discover when she woke up in the morning. She was his. That was all he could think of as he rode her was that she was his now.

And no one could take her away again.

He wasn't sure if he was about to climax. He was too absorbed in her to pay attention to himself. However when Gaz climaxed, crying out his name as her walls squeezed around him tightly, he went over the edge and shouted her name, as if in reply. He felt himself shoot into her but he was not worried. Even if Gaz did not know it, he'd tested, to make sure she would be fine, which she would be. But she would not get pregnant, that was a fact he knew for sure, one he had tested carefully. It was just impossible but that was a relief.

He'd hate to have to use protection or something simply to keep Gaz to himself.

They came down from their high, Zim collapsing tiredly on the bed next to her, pulling out. They panted heavily, staring at one another before the haze in their brains finally cleared. Zim, chivalrous as always, reached down to get the blanket that had been kicked to the edge of the bed at some point, pulling it up and draping it over their bodies. As much as he enjoyed Gaz's naked flesh, she was tired, and seeing it would only make him want more. Not that he wasn't tired, he would just regain his energy quicker.

His PAK emerged from his back then, in a strange light Gaz did not get to see, as she was watching through half-lidded eyes and Zim's back was to her anyways.

Finally, he reached a hand out, touching her face. "I love you."

Gaz smirked, tiredly, "I love you too."

Zim beamed, cradling her naked body against his and ignoring the dull desire to try to get things started again. But it wasn't hard when he saw how worn she was and felt his own tiredness as his PAK recharged. He'd probably be in hibernation mode for a few hours now.

"You should rest," he informed her, smiling as he ran a hand through her hair. "You must be tired."

She snorted at him, her head against his smooth chest. "Well it was pretty exhausting. You like your name that much, then?"

"Only when you scream it," Zim replied smugly. "Go to sleep, Gaz."

Her response was a yawn. "Goodnight, Zim."

He kissed her forehead, content. "Goodnight, my sweet Gaz."


*Lol, that's so fucked up.

I feel so diiiirty.

An entire chapter to write about sex.

Well . . . I hope it was a good read then.

NO. THIS STORY IS NOT DONE JUST BECAUSE THEY HAD SEX.

OH, there is so much more to add. And not just with sex, though more will be included. Not as long as this chapter, but this is their first time, so it had to be special, with no Dib or Tak or Gir, no one but Gaz and Zim for their special moment.

I'm tired.

It's 5:30am.

Goodnight. Or, well, good morning.

Daily Quote:
"No, anti-freeze isn't poisonous it's just like drinking, eh-."
"Death?"
"Ahahahahaha!"
-Love my family and their conversations.

TILL THE NEXT CHAPTER.