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The first time Dib suggests they kiss, Zim visibly gags. It’s gross and messy. Disgusting, even. This leaves Dib with food for thought as they agree to stick to holding hands and cuddling. When he works up the courage to ask again, he starts smaller.
“Can I kiss your hand?”
At first, Zim is skeptical. He gives Dib an odd look, trying to determine if this is a regular-human-thing or a his-human-thing. Curiously, he holds out his ungloved hand.
“If you wish.”
Lips gently brush his knuckles and he is in silent awe. His fingers twitch lightly and Dib’s hand comes to soothe them. Zim feels a flutter in his spooch. They return to the movie they were watching and he doesn’t think once about germs.
From then on, Zim receives small kisses. On his hand, his shoulder, his neck. Each one is prefaced with a gently worded question, Slowly but surely, Zim’s distaste for kissing fades and Dib asks one more time.
“Can I kiss you on the mouth?” He’s hesitant and more than a little nervous.
Zim practically purrs, “If you wish.”