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"…hey Zim can I kiss you?" the voice whispered against heated green skin. a shudder ran through the questioned body. The one named Zim breathed quickly to hide the shiver and stared into onyx eyes, his response slipping between parted lips. "Dib-stink- " He reached his hands up and roughly pushed the taller boy off " – get off of Zim!" Dib felt the hands on him, and the next thing he knew he was off the alien and on the ground. His face no longer showing a smile; instead his light ivory colored lips were pulled down in a frown.  "Please?" Dib leaned in, the edges of his trench coat brushing against leather covered thighs. Feeling i

Gretchen sighed as she lay with his head nestled under Dib's chin, her purple/pink hair slightly mussed from previous activities and her cloths strewn about the room. She couldn't help but think that her life was perfect in that moment. She had a respectable career, a fabulous home and car, she wasn't hurting for money or in need of a diet, and now she had Dib, in just about every way one could have a person. Dib, on the other hand, holding the slightly moist woman couldn’t help the anxiety creeping up on him. What did he just do? You know that creepy person in elementary school that you didn’t talk to- that nobody talked to, even

He left his car and walked to the door, pressing the doorbell, and waiting, smiling ear-to-ear. Gretchen opened the door, wearing a dark grey blouse and a black skirt and a perfect smile. "Hey there!" She said excitedly. "Don't you look nice?" "Thanks!" Dib blushed a little, scratching behind his head. "You… you look really nice too." He smiled, bending over and giving her a sweet kiss on the cheek. "Shall we?" He stuck an arm out for her to hold. Gretchen took the offered arm and smiled up at Dib sweetly, asking, "How did you sleep last night?” Dib smiled at her and tried to recall last night. Oh right; the bloody mess. "Hard

Quietly, Dib hummed out a light moan. He felt warm. The soft surface he was on complimented well with the blanket holding him in the bed. He was tucked in nicely. With another hum, the tall male slowly opened his eyes, focusing on a green being he knew as 'Zim' leaning in over him. "Wha..?" He asked, clearly not knowing what was going on. Zim's expression went from worried to relieved then to angry. "You ASS!" He yelled, slapping Dib hard in the face. Dib's cheek hit the side of his pillow at the force. He brought his eyes back on Zim before turning his face normal again. "What was that for?!" He asked quickly, bringing a hand up to grab

 Dib retreated on the couch before standing to his feet, fingers nimbly scaling over his own chest, staining themselves in blood. His eyes stared wide at Zim. "Wh-" He held his breath and his question. "I- I’m sorry.." Fear was visible on the human's face- the type of fear he had never before shown Zim. "Yeah, now you are." Zim said, giving a sharp glare. Dib backed up more. What was he thinking? Maybe Zim was right, maybe he really didn’t trust Dib at all. No, that couldn’t be right- perhaps he did trust Dib, but that Dib just screwed up so horribly wrong. "I'm - I'm- Whatever." He turned and quickly left Zim alone in the

Zim reclined on the couch lazily. Three months, it had been three months since he and Dib had gotten married. And still no girlfriend. "You're really picky," He informed Dib. "That's because the world is shallow." Dib told Zim, taking a seat next to Zim. "You know we're out of... everything... right?" Zim asked boredly. "We need fooooood, Dib." Dib groaned. "Fine. I'll go shopping." He got up and slipped on his shoes. "Want anything in particular?" "Yeah, sodas." Zim said. "The cherry kind." "'Kay." Dib turned to the door. "I'll see you in a little bit." And with that, he left to the store. "Bread, bread, bread, bread," Dib searched

The next morning, Dib was in the kitchen making pancakes, letting the liquid batter sizzle on the skillet as he waited to flip them. He glared at their browning edges in once again, a headache. Zim came down the stairs in something that looked almost normal, black jeans and a black t-shirt, tight fitting with a pink skull with stars for eyes and, like the last time, he'd already had his head ache. "Hey Dib." He said, rubbing his bare arms nervously. Dib squinted at the gloveless Zim before uttering a groan. "You know.. it's in about.. 4 more days...." He flipped a pancake. "What is?" Zim asked, having been lost in his own thoughts. "The w