Eight Minutes final chapter 21 - ZaDr“ . . . Thank you.”Four hundred kilometres above the atmosphere, the Massive lingered on the border of Earth's sight – little more than a pink dot, invisible to daylight sky cast over the planet. In the heart of the Massive's embrace, Zim and his mate lay together in a sweaty entanglement of limbs. They had just finished making love, and in the aftermath they basked in one another's company. Arms and legs knotted together, so close that they might never break apart. Zim rolled onto his back and winced. His body ached from the desperation of his mate's frantic hips – but he didn't mind. The pain and pleasure belonged to Zim and Zim alone. “What for?” Zim cocked his head, eyes bright, and they reflected every ounce of devotion in his heart to his mate.“For everything. For this.” His mate sat up. His silver and blue PAK struck the head of the bed and made him cringe – but smile too. “You didn't have to do this for me. I wouldn'
Eight Minutes chapter 20 - ZaDrThe turnout was poor. Depressingly so, Gaz thought, that so few people harboured any care for her brother. Only ten people came to pay their respects to Dib. Ros was there of course, in the front row, her eyes red and swollen, and in her palms she cupped Mr Alien to her breast. In turn, she stood in the embrace of her own mother and father – Dib and Gaz's grandparents. Gaz lingered in the corner of the farthest pew, her fingers twined in with Torque's, there to morally support his girlfriend.A tutor stood in sombre silence, there on behalf of the college. At his side was a tearful Gretchen. Her face was a mystery to Gaz, but her tears rivalled even that of Ros's so she could only presume her a close friend of her brother.On the edge of the pew, there was Membrane, his head set down in despair. His very presence was enough to curl Gaz's lip like a bad smell; she couldn't bring herself to even look at the man.And of course, there were the two police officers who escorted Membran