Finally! The chapter you all have been aching for! This is Zora and Zim's moment to shine! It may be short though, I won't make any promises, but give me some ideas here and there, and there maybe be a lemonade in the future. ;D Total disclaimer! (Except Zora, she's my creation from my mad scientist lab.)

Zim fumed as he paced about in the master bedroom.

'How dare they? Does Dib-stink have any bounds whatsoever? This is a horrible idea!'

As the Irken paced on further up and down the room, Zora sat about, minding her own business. It's not that big of a deal to her, so long as Zim keeps his 'hands' to himself.

She jumped, however, when she heard the disguised alien cry in disdain. "AAAARRGGH! I REFUSE TO BE IMPRISONED IN THIS PLACE WITH THIS GIRL HERE!"

Zora's brow twitched slightly. Now she was getting annoyed. 'Come on! I'm not that troublesome, am I?', she thought to herself, feeling somewhat hurt by his loud outcry.

Zim pointed a threatening finger towards her, catching her off guard. "You! It's your fault that we are stuck in this 'master bedroom' together! How is it called a 'master' bedroom, if there is no master in it?"

Zora shrugged. "It just is, silly. The biggest bedroom in a house is often called a 'master bedroom'."

She giggled slightly, seeing that Zim was somewhat confused by the explanation.

She stopped abruptly however, when she noted that his eyes narrowed down at her like they did when they 'fought' in the kitchen at the Membrane household.

"Is that so? Well, I wonder what it would be like if there was a... master in it?" His voice dropped in an octave, sending shivers down her spine.

"Well, I think it's perfectly fine the way it is. Highly doubt that a 'master' is needed in here.", she replied dryly, hoping this would set him down from the idea. Wrong, it did just the opposite.

"Do you wish to test that theory, little witch?" he hissed. Only this hiss wasn't a pissed off hiss. It was more.. seductive.

Now Zora began to panic. All hell will break loose if she doesn't think of something quick. She got it, but it won't end up pretty. She thought of the only thing she could do; insult him.

"Well, at least I'm not full of hot air, just steaming off at anyone they first see, especially if they did nothing wrong.", she spat at him, hoping that would throw him off his game. Bingo.

Now he looked angry.

"Oh, ho! Is that so, you little devil? I bet you're using your magic to place me under some spell of yours and hope to make me, Zim, into one of your slaves!"

Now it was Zora's turn to fume. "What the hell is that supposed to mean, you piece of lard? I would never do such a thing!"

Zim grinned an arrogant grin. "I bet it is so! You think you can bat those pretty little eyes and I'll melt in your disgusting hands like putty. Well, think again! I am Zim! I shall never stoop as little as being a servant to anyone, not even a witch like you!"

Zim's grin slowly turned into a frown as Zora's hands glowed a bright pink, clenched with furry.

'Good job, Zim.', he thought to himself before dodging just in time from one of her vicious attacks.

Now the heat was on, leaving Zim with a small fire on his butt.

"Ouch! Hot, hot!" He stopped, dropped, and rolled all over the carpeted floor. The red headed girl stood above him, her eyes turning into a blood red color. She was really pissed now.

"How's that for 'disgusting' hands, you selfish pig!", she cried as she aimed for another blow, missing my a mere three inches.

Zim jumped up and retracted his metallic claws from his PAK, trying to catch her from her rampage.

Unfortunately, she was far too fast for him. She jumped from here to there, avoiding his claws the best she could.

'Dammit. She's too quick! I better think of something fast, before-' Zim was cut off as she attempted to kick him.

He stared at her in awe and anger. "HOW DARE YOU TRY TO KICK ZIM!" His claws shot in multiple directions, one of them successfully grabbing her by the ankle.

'Shoot!', Zora thought to herself. She cursed under her breath, aiming her magic at the attacking claw.

Zim immediately threw her in the air as he was about to fire, causing her to miss her target and blasted towards the mirror.

The blast ricochet off the mirror and straight back at the claw adjacent to the one that caught her. It swung rapidly and hit Zora square on the lower back, right near her butt.

"AAHHHH!", she screamed, flying towards Zim at a high speed.

Zim prepared for the worst and stood his ground, reaching out to catch her.

She landed in his arms, the both of them falling backwards and landed on the bed with a harsh bounce.

His PAK's claws retracted back into his PAK, closing with a loud click.

A long silence passed again, the mirror slightly dirty with a burn mark from the zap of Zora's magic. Small fragments of smoke lingered in the air, making it a little dim to see anything.

Zora's eyes were clamped shut, hoping she survived in one piece. Clearly she now sees that making Zim angry wasn't the best idea at all. 'Well, there you have it, girl. You made the dude angry, and look where it landed you: right on top of him.'

She froze at her last thought. 'Right on top of him.'

Slowly and cautiously, she opened one eye, followed by the next. What she saw, she couldn't believe.

Zora stared at Zim, dead in the eyes, their lips touching. A huge blush came straight across hers and Zim's face.

'Wait... WHAT?', they both thought at the same time, unable to move from their awkward position.