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Keyword Destiny: Postscripts	By : Kereliah Category: +G through L > Invader Zim Views: 2217 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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4. Baggage Claim
Gaz speaking
"Nanasrayflah!" I still didn't speak enough Irken to understand most of the things Tak said. But when she came in from the platform on the Presentation tower, staggered back against the closed doors, and sank to the floor gasping that particular mouthful, I could hazard a good guess as to what she meant. "What have I done?"
I picked her up, of course, and steered her back through the tower to the place where I'd parked her cruiser, and took her back up to the Massive. The rest of that day is kind of a blur.
All of a sudden, she had six kajillion things to take care of – people wanting her attention, cases wanting her verdict, the question of what the hell she was supposed to do with an Empire with twenty billion citizens and her as its sole authority - and absolutely zero idea where to even begin handling them. It was all she could do to deal with whatever had landed on her plate at the moment.
We (because it was we that I meant, really, every time that I said she; I sure as hell wasn't going to back out on her now, so all of her problems were mine) couldn't afford to think five minutes into the future, much less into that night. But when night did fall (or what felt like night, whatever), I decided enough was enough.
It was time I shoved the elephant out of her lap, at least for a couple of hours. Sure, she was the Almighty Tallest now, but she was still my Sticky Tak, and she still had a lot to process that had nothing to do with any of the swarm of little green jumping beans vying for her attention. If it were up to me, she'd have had all week to ease back into life without Nine looming over her. God knew she could've used it. But it wasn't and she didn't, so the least I could give her was the night.
"Let's go to bed, Sticky," I leaned in and murmured to her as we stood on the main deck, surrounded by legions of crew monkeys all yammering over each other. "Tell them we're going to bed."
Tak shook her head frantically, hissing, "Are you out of your mind, child? We can't just go to bed! I have to—"
"Whatever you have to do can wait. You've got to decompress. Tell them we're going to bed, or I swear to God I'm going to grab one of these little dipshits by the ankles and start using him like a club on his buddies."
She huffed out a short breath, her gaze darting nervously over the crowd. "Listen," she spoke up, barely loud enough to be heard by the innermost ring of people, "we'd—err, like to retire shortly, so if you wouldn't mind tabling your concerns until tomorrow, I'd be happy to address them when—"
"I said tell them, not ask their permission! You're their fucking leader, Tak!"
"Fine!" she snapped, and, turning a glare on the crew, bellowed, "BE SILENT AND MOVE ASIDE! WE'RE GOING TO BED!"
I was impressed. Instantly – as if she'd flipped a switch – every last Irken in the place shut up simultaneously, and for the first time all day I could actually hear myself think. The masses parted and blinked timidly up at us (well, really up at her, but if all of her problems were mine, shouldn't all of her jelly-kneed flunkies be mine, too?) as we passed through them, the clack of our boots the only sound on the deck.
You know, I'd have said to Tak as we headed down a considerably less-crowded corridor, if it weren't for the tight set of her shoulders beneath her dress, this Queen of the Universe shit might not be so bad, after all.
We arrived at a room that I figured must have been hers, or at least where she'd been sleeping since we'd been apart. They were nice digs, I had to admit. Domed ceiling, sitting area with a few couches, bed the size of a small planet. As the doors whished shut behind us, Tak wandered over to the bed and lowered herself gingerly into a sitting position, looking faintly dazed.
"Finally," I sighed, plopping down beside her on the bed. After a few seconds' silence, I glanced over at her, and ventured, "Okay, now what?"
"I don't know," she muttered, sounding lost. She blinked down at her body as if it were an unexpected guest, her face suddenly creasing with pain. "Everything hurts."
"Shit, I bet it does." I winced for her, remembering what a mess she'd been under all of that ribbon. Honestly, I had no idea how she'd been walking around all this time, fresh out of that floating sarcophagus they called regalia. "Is there anything I can—"
"No, no. I don't want to deal with someone coming in here to administer laser therapy. I'll take care of it in the morning. Right now, I just—I need to lie down."
She scooted further up onto the bed and just sort of melted onto her back, groaning softly. I didn't do anything at first. Just sat there looking at her, thinking about how long it had been since I'd last kissed her, held her, smelled her skin. Since either of us had felt anything approximating pleasure.
This wasn't exactly the reunion I had hoped for, but I was quickly learning that few things go as you hope they will, and I still wanted to make the best of our first night back together; I figured there had to be some way I could get…err, reacquainted with her without hurting her. I mean, hey, I could be gentle when I felt like it. Maybe it would even help her relax. Besides, if we were going to be living on the Massive for the foreseeable future, it was about time we started making some good memories here.
"Hey." I rose from the bed and dimmed the lights, bathing the room in a dusky pink glow. "You want to let off some steam?"
"Hm? Oh. Whatever you want to do is fine. Nothing too demanding, all right?"
"Sure, Sticky. Let me know if it's not working for you."
It was the weirdest thing, getting it going with her that night. So frickin' formal. I couldn't even remember the last time I'd straight-up asked her if she wanted to get laid, with the implication that she could refuse, nor was I sure if I'd ever heard her concede so easily.
I knew I'd never asked for her feedback, like a fucking cashier circling the survey on your receipt. As I situated myself on the bed in front of her, spreading her legs and hitching up her skirt, I said a silent prayer that this would break the ice, and we'd be done tiptoeing around each other by tomorrow.
I decided it would be easiest on us both if I just went down on her. Comfortingly enough, she didn't just lie there like a cold fish. She wasn't up to staging her usual show, but she sighed, shivered, honeyed my tongue as it swirled inside of her.
At some point she slid her legs over my shoulders, her thighs pressed to either side of my head so I could feel the blood rushing hot under her skin, and it wasn't long before she was leaking her winey happy-juice like a motherfucker. However briefly, I thought it might really be that simple.
But of course, it wasn't. Much as she seemed to be enjoying the attention, she began calling my name, interspersed with breathless repetitions of stop, and for once, I actually listened. "What's wrong?" I asked as I lifted my head, my hair disheveled, my face probably looking like I'd been munching on a big fat slice of melon – wet from about the nose down.
"Nothing," she said, hoisting her upper half with her arms. "I just—I feel I should tell you something."
You yanked my tongue out of your twat just so you could tell me something? I'd have said on any other night, but the circumstances being what they were, I kept quiet. "Nine knew about this, you know," she went on, frowning, as if that were a pressing matter we had to deal with right now. "These—things we do. She knew about it, all of it. Were you aware of that?"
"I kind of figured," I said patiently. "I mean, if she explained about your alien puberty, she'd have had to know, right?"
The stitch didn't quite fade from Tak's brow, but she did lie down, so I dove back in. This time, around three minutes passed before she got restless. Again, she was gasping for me to stop, and again – however grudgingly – I obliged.
"It wasn't just that she knew we'd done it," she insisted desperately. "She knew everything. She could read my mind, and she saw it all—every time you'd ever kissed me, everywhere you'd ever touched me, down to the square inch of flesh. I never told her, but she told me. What I felt for you, what she said it was wrong to feel for you. She said you'd planted your flag in my soil. Broken me."
She blinked at me, hungry-eyed. I could practically read the words REASSURE ME written on her forehead in black Sharpie. "She's gone now, Sticky," I told her, not knowing what else there was to say. "It doesn't matter."
I'd barely warmed my tongue back up when I heard my name again, but I didn't stop right away. I buried my face between her thighs and made as if I hadn't heard her, licking and kissing in hopes of distracting her from what I knew now was a fast-growing flip-out – until she actually started squirming away from my mouth, swatting at me and jerking on a hunk of my hair.
Swallowing a fleeting urge to sink my teeth into her inner thigh, I blew out a long, noisy breath before I raised my head, which did at least tickle enough to make her flinch. "What the hell happened to whatever you want to do is fine?"
"She wanted to do it to me, did you know that?" she burst out, as if she hadn't heard me. "She said she was going to free me from your chains. She said she knew how I felt, because she'd done the same thing for all the Tallests before me, and she would come to me at night—I had dreams, dreams about you, and when I woke from them she would reach out to me. We can teach you to feel for us what you feel for her, she said. Were you aware of that, callous, impatient child?"
I didn't answer her right away. Instead, I found my arms, sandwiched between the bedclothes and her legs, and freed them to wipe my face dry and push myself up.
Tak was breathing hard, looking so distraught I couldn't hold onto feeling annoyed with her. She seemed confused, at first, when I crawled up close to her and unzipped her dress, but she let me peel it off. When I wrapped my arms around her, hugging her tightly skin-to-skin, I realized that she was trembling.
"It's okay," I whispered, suddenly feeling that there was nothing worse in a thousand galaxies than my infuriating, challenging, fascinating Sticky Tak broken down and shaking like a kindergartener watching her mom pull out of the kiss and ride. I wished I could've killed Nine again for her – that she'd had a neck I could've snapped, for driving Tak closer to tears than I'd ever seen her. "It's okay."
"I didn't let her," she mumbled into my hair. "You should know that, too. Even when I couldn't remember my own name, I remembered I didn't want her filthy claws inside of me."
"It's okay, Sticky." I kissed her forehead, right about where her wavebreaker would've been if either of us had remembered it. "It would've been okay if you had."
She lifted her head to look at me, perturbed. "What?"
"It wasn't your fault," I said, slipping an arm around her shoulders, gathering her back to my chest. "The bitch brainwashed you, Tak. Like you said – you couldn't even remember your own name.
"It wasn't your fault, and it wouldn't have been your fault if you'd let her—uh, do it to you, because you wouldn't have understood what you were consenting to. There was nothing you could've done to stop her, to stop any of it. No one could have expected you to do any more than you did."
"If I had been stronger—"
"You're strong enough. You said no to her, didn't you? That alone makes you stronger than all of the Tallests before you, and they were supposed to be almighty." I gave her shoulders a gentle squeeze, relieved to feel the tremors begin to leave her at last. "You've got to quit being so hard on yourself, okay? It's kind of bumming me out."
"Oh. Well." She sniffed weakly against my chest. "How inconsiderate of me."
"I know, right?" I said with a grin, heartened by the sarcasm in her voice. If she could surface from her mental muck enough to be sarcastic, things had to be looking up. "There is a way you can make it up to me, though."
"And what's that?"
"Shut the hell up and come for me."
And thank God, she finally did. I laid her back down, slid into position between her legs, and ate her out like she was a frickin' pudding cup, until her crisis gripped her and the taste of fresh-crushed grapes broke on my tongue. Sweet shit, I'd missed making her squeal. So much so that she had to kick me away to get me to lay off licking her clean, and even then I had to stop myself from bugging her to go another round.
But she was lying there with her eyelids sagging, looking all sweet and snoozy, so I resigned myself to a rain check on the mindblowing porn-star fuck fest. Instead, I scooted up to where she lay, and burrowed into the bedclothes beside her. Which, in its own way, was just as good.
Tak made a soft noise in her throat, sort of a shifting, settling mmm, and turned to look at me. "So…you really would have forgiven me, if I'd let Nine touch me like you do?"
"There wouldn't have been anything to forgive. Not when it comes to you, anyway. As for Nine, I think I'd be forgiving her with a sledgehammer upside the head." I kissed her lightly, smiling. "All the same, I am kind of proud of you."
"Proud of me! What am I, your pupil?"
"Oh, yeah. School of hard knocks, babe." Now that I was lying still, the adrenaline buzz that had pushed me through the day was fading fast, and I realized it was probably past time we both soaked up a good night's sleep.
Shoving her (well, not really shoving her, not that night – more like nudging her gingerly) onto her side, I snuggled up to her, curling myself around her, nuzzling my face into the crook of her neck. "And unless you want me to start spanking you with a yardstick," I yawned, "I'd better hear snoring in the next five minutes."
I dropped off in what had to be less than two minutes, myself. I hadn't slept much in the room with the moon-bed, and when I did sleep, it was fitful; it figured I'd be dead tired now. That night, I slept soundly for the first time in weeks, dreaming of green silk scarves that smelled of cardamom—but still, for whatever reason, I woke in the middle of the night. Just sort of came around out of nowhere, like I'd turned a corner in my dreams and found myself here.
I blinked in the darkness, disoriented at first. No bedrolls. No artificial stars. Not the dome, not the moon-bed – no, Tak lay beside me, her side rising and falling with each sleep-slowed breath; this wasn't the bad dream I'd been waking to for the past few weeks.
As my eyes adjusted to the dark, the room took shape around me, and I re-registered our new reality. Sighing to myself, I wondered how long it would take before I got used to waking up in the frickin' Marie Antoinette suite on the Irken flagship, spooned up to the Queen of the Universe.
Unable to fall back asleep right away, I sat up and looked down at Tak, fast asleep in a cocoon of lavender bedsheets. My hand wandered over and I began to pet her, lightly enough that she wouldn't wake. Running my fingertips back and forth along the top of her head, feeling her scales disappear like a cluster of bubbles when you wave your arm through it, I thought and tried not to think about tomorrow.
Tomorrow, next week, the rest of our lives. You'd better not wake her up, a voice in my head warned me when my fingers brushed one of her antennae, making her stir slightly, because when she does, there's going to be a whole lot of shit crashing down on her shoulders, and they're not even a hundred percent healed.
You did this to me, she'd said. When she wasn't herself.
But still.
I slid back down in the bed and wrapped my arms around her again, pressing a feather-weight kiss onto her shoulder. "I'm sorry," I whispered, and closed my eyes to go in search of sleep.
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