Post by the_who on Nov 23, 2008 23:31:18 GMT -5
"Tonight, I'm uke."
"Wah?"
"You heard me."
The one beside the speaker blinked, rubbed his eyes, and stared. "What... I thought we settled this! You can't be uke! You're a-"
"Well, technically, you can't be uke either, Note." Note cringed as Zim teased at his chest, and glanced away.
"Don't remind me." Zim smilled, and curled closer to Note, who sighed as the Irken pulled on his belt loops. As usual. "Well...."
"Well what?"
"It'd be... weird. I mean... I'm always...." Zim sighed, and rolled over, hugging the pillow close to his chest, closing his eyes. Note let out a long exhale, and rolled over so that their backs faced one another, cold spreading between them. Finally, a long breath. "What should I do?"
"Hold me." Note frowned, and perched himself unto his elbows as he heard Zim's voice crack. He watched the green back shudder.
"Zim... are you...." Zim slung around, grasping Note's waist, hiding his face within his lover's shoulder.
"Don't look...." Zim hissed, his fingers curling. "Don't you dare look." His requests were ignored, and Note shoved him down, staring. He grimaced, and look away, his wig askew, shirt open, looking horribly desperate.
"Zim... are you okay?"
Zim bit his lip, and Note sighed, wipping away the teacher's tears. He himself was no longer a pupil of the teacher, so askew, so upset, but somehow still felt it a bit strange. "No... I'm not okay." Zim whispered hoarsely.
"Bad day at work?" No reply. "Zim?"
"...." Zim groaned, trying to shoo Note's hand away from his cheeks. The human merely leaned down, and kissed away the tears, and the Irken calmed, wrapping his arms around Note's back, cuddling his cheek into the peachy shoulder.
"Freshmen teasing you again?" He said nothing, but Note recognized by the way Zim bit his lip, by the way he tensed, by the way he gripped closer, that he had pinpointed the problem. It never failed: year after year, the freshmen would tell him how adorable he was... how little he was.
Now, Zim wasn't nessecarily short anymore. Or, rather, as short. He was about the average height of a sixteen-year-old human male, but his small frame made him 'fun-sized'. He had been wise in picking Note, who was very petite and much smaller than him, and was sometimes even mistaken for a child despite the fact that he was caught in his mid twenties.
"Zim." Note whispered into the Irken's wig, which he used his teeth to drag off, and nuzzled the antennas beneath it. Zim groaned, and the two paused, Note giving Zim a moment to remove his contacts. Note hummed as Zim pulled him close, refusing to let go, and began nibbling into the crook of Zim's shoulder, nudging the Irken's shirt down his shoulder. "Fine... but you're seme again tomorow."
"Mmmhmm...."
"Maybe."
And at that very moment, their son decided to walk into the room. Note jerked up, gaping, and Zim followed in suit. Their child blinked groggily. "Mommy...."
"Go back to bed, honey." Note said, and the child blinked at his mother, then walked back into the hall sleepily. The two parents glanced at one another, and let out nervous chuckles. "Um... well...."
"It's getting late."
"Yeah." The two rolled apart, backs facing eachother's, coldness spreading between them, both with wide, horrified eyes.
Less than five minutes later, their toddler heard moans and crashing from down the hall, and pulled the blanket up over his lips, and his green puppy, Gir, to his chest... horrified.
(Ha, their kid reminds me of Squee! XD Btw, what should we name him? I like Reverie (Rev for short), Don, Pip, Dale, Daniel (and all nicknames for that), Bay, Skitch, Zimmy, Note, Spe, Jazz, Tip, Bain, and Rudaben. If you can think of something better, go ahead! And also... as their kid gets older... do you think he should be gay or straight?)
"Wah?"
"You heard me."
The one beside the speaker blinked, rubbed his eyes, and stared. "What... I thought we settled this! You can't be uke! You're a-"
"Well, technically, you can't be uke either, Note." Note cringed as Zim teased at his chest, and glanced away.
"Don't remind me." Zim smilled, and curled closer to Note, who sighed as the Irken pulled on his belt loops. As usual. "Well...."
"Well what?"
"It'd be... weird. I mean... I'm always...." Zim sighed, and rolled over, hugging the pillow close to his chest, closing his eyes. Note let out a long exhale, and rolled over so that their backs faced one another, cold spreading between them. Finally, a long breath. "What should I do?"
"Hold me." Note frowned, and perched himself unto his elbows as he heard Zim's voice crack. He watched the green back shudder.
"Zim... are you...." Zim slung around, grasping Note's waist, hiding his face within his lover's shoulder.
"Don't look...." Zim hissed, his fingers curling. "Don't you dare look." His requests were ignored, and Note shoved him down, staring. He grimaced, and look away, his wig askew, shirt open, looking horribly desperate.
"Zim... are you okay?"
Zim bit his lip, and Note sighed, wipping away the teacher's tears. He himself was no longer a pupil of the teacher, so askew, so upset, but somehow still felt it a bit strange. "No... I'm not okay." Zim whispered hoarsely.
"Bad day at work?" No reply. "Zim?"
"...." Zim groaned, trying to shoo Note's hand away from his cheeks. The human merely leaned down, and kissed away the tears, and the Irken calmed, wrapping his arms around Note's back, cuddling his cheek into the peachy shoulder.
"Freshmen teasing you again?" He said nothing, but Note recognized by the way Zim bit his lip, by the way he tensed, by the way he gripped closer, that he had pinpointed the problem. It never failed: year after year, the freshmen would tell him how adorable he was... how little he was.
Now, Zim wasn't nessecarily short anymore. Or, rather, as short. He was about the average height of a sixteen-year-old human male, but his small frame made him 'fun-sized'. He had been wise in picking Note, who was very petite and much smaller than him, and was sometimes even mistaken for a child despite the fact that he was caught in his mid twenties.
"Zim." Note whispered into the Irken's wig, which he used his teeth to drag off, and nuzzled the antennas beneath it. Zim groaned, and the two paused, Note giving Zim a moment to remove his contacts. Note hummed as Zim pulled him close, refusing to let go, and began nibbling into the crook of Zim's shoulder, nudging the Irken's shirt down his shoulder. "Fine... but you're seme again tomorow."
"Mmmhmm...."
"Maybe."
And at that very moment, their son decided to walk into the room. Note jerked up, gaping, and Zim followed in suit. Their child blinked groggily. "Mommy...."
"Go back to bed, honey." Note said, and the child blinked at his mother, then walked back into the hall sleepily. The two parents glanced at one another, and let out nervous chuckles. "Um... well...."
"It's getting late."
"Yeah." The two rolled apart, backs facing eachother's, coldness spreading between them, both with wide, horrified eyes.
Less than five minutes later, their toddler heard moans and crashing from down the hall, and pulled the blanket up over his lips, and his green puppy, Gir, to his chest... horrified.
(Ha, their kid reminds me of Squee! XD Btw, what should we name him? I like Reverie (Rev for short), Don, Pip, Dale, Daniel (and all nicknames for that), Bay, Skitch, Zimmy, Note, Spe, Jazz, Tip, Bain, and Rudaben. If you can think of something better, go ahead! And also... as their kid gets older... do you think he should be gay or straight?)