Post by the_who on Nov 14, 2008 23:37:30 GMT -5
(NAZR! WOOT! Yeah, it indirectly suggests lurve-making, but other than that.... The rating would probably be T.)
A emerald-skinned man held another figure in its early twenties close, his three pronged hand entwined with black hair. Tears burned into his chest, and he rested his head on the crying form in his arms, hushing.
"I can't stand this...." Note sobbed into Zim's loose white dress-shirt. His small frame racked with his tears, and he curled his fingers deeper into Zim's shirt, heaving.
"She'll be okay...." Zim whispered in his ear, holding the young man close. Kinki had been hit by a vehicle... and was currently in a paralyzed state. Note shook his head, shaking in his oversized metallica shirt, his skinny jeans. "She will recover."
"I don't want to lose her." Note sobbed, clinging to Zim, voice cracking. Zim hushed him again, stroking through the soft black hair, kissing Note's forehead.
"I saw her myself - she will be fine." Note shook his head, still distrubed, and Zim sighed, coddling him. They stood in the middle of their bedroom, having just returned from the hospital from the late-night call. He rocked Note back and forth, closing his eyes.
"Kinki...." Note squeaked, biting into Zim's shirt to keep from screaming in his agony. "She's been like a sister to me, Zim... I don't know what I'd do if... if...."
"Shh... I know." he whispered, and Note curled against him, shoulders quivering. He slowly lowered Note unto the bed, kissing the gentle features. He didn't expect to have the front of his shirt jerked on.
"Hold me." Note whispered, and Zim propped himself up on and elbow, wrapping and arm around Note, who at last began calming a bit. Zim slowly began kissing his tears away, and Note shuddered, gently running his nails down Zim's green cheeks.
And, what was unsual, was that he didn't argue as Zim began ubottoning his own shirt, casting it aside to begin on the human's. Note, in fact, wriggled out of the shirt, revealing his bra and breasts. As a female who crossdressed as a male, it wasn't surprising to Zim at this point, who slowly trailed a kiss down the length of Note's torso. He wrapped his strong arms around his mate, pulling him close.
"Note... shh...." Zim whispered as his companion stiffled a sob, and kissed his flesh up and down, Note's hands travelling up the Irken's chest.
"Zim?"
"Hmm?"
"Have your way with me tonight."
Zim smilled softly. "Only if you want me to."
"I do." Note whimpered, nuzzling close, closing his eyes. He moaned as his neck was kissed. Slow, languid, careful motions were what Zim made, swaying back and forth. "Zim... promise me...." he whispered, "Promise me... that you'll always love me."
"As long as I live." Zim whispered, stroking black hair, perching up again. He sighed as he was snuggled against, and kissed Note's soft cheek. Slowly, he climbed on top of Note, claiming dominance over the fragile young human male.
And the promise was kept as Note was loved into blissful oblivion.
A emerald-skinned man held another figure in its early twenties close, his three pronged hand entwined with black hair. Tears burned into his chest, and he rested his head on the crying form in his arms, hushing.
"I can't stand this...." Note sobbed into Zim's loose white dress-shirt. His small frame racked with his tears, and he curled his fingers deeper into Zim's shirt, heaving.
"She'll be okay...." Zim whispered in his ear, holding the young man close. Kinki had been hit by a vehicle... and was currently in a paralyzed state. Note shook his head, shaking in his oversized metallica shirt, his skinny jeans. "She will recover."
"I don't want to lose her." Note sobbed, clinging to Zim, voice cracking. Zim hushed him again, stroking through the soft black hair, kissing Note's forehead.
"I saw her myself - she will be fine." Note shook his head, still distrubed, and Zim sighed, coddling him. They stood in the middle of their bedroom, having just returned from the hospital from the late-night call. He rocked Note back and forth, closing his eyes.
"Kinki...." Note squeaked, biting into Zim's shirt to keep from screaming in his agony. "She's been like a sister to me, Zim... I don't know what I'd do if... if...."
"Shh... I know." he whispered, and Note curled against him, shoulders quivering. He slowly lowered Note unto the bed, kissing the gentle features. He didn't expect to have the front of his shirt jerked on.
"Hold me." Note whispered, and Zim propped himself up on and elbow, wrapping and arm around Note, who at last began calming a bit. Zim slowly began kissing his tears away, and Note shuddered, gently running his nails down Zim's green cheeks.
And, what was unsual, was that he didn't argue as Zim began ubottoning his own shirt, casting it aside to begin on the human's. Note, in fact, wriggled out of the shirt, revealing his bra and breasts. As a female who crossdressed as a male, it wasn't surprising to Zim at this point, who slowly trailed a kiss down the length of Note's torso. He wrapped his strong arms around his mate, pulling him close.
"Note... shh...." Zim whispered as his companion stiffled a sob, and kissed his flesh up and down, Note's hands travelling up the Irken's chest.
"Zim?"
"Hmm?"
"Have your way with me tonight."
Zim smilled softly. "Only if you want me to."
"I do." Note whimpered, nuzzling close, closing his eyes. He moaned as his neck was kissed. Slow, languid, careful motions were what Zim made, swaying back and forth. "Zim... promise me...." he whispered, "Promise me... that you'll always love me."
"As long as I live." Zim whispered, stroking black hair, perching up again. He sighed as he was snuggled against, and kissed Note's soft cheek. Slowly, he climbed on top of Note, claiming dominance over the fragile young human male.
And the promise was kept as Note was loved into blissful oblivion.