Kim Possible Fanfiction
Rated T/PG 13: Romance
Title: Don't play with food
Disclaimer: Don't own nothing. Got the idea of the sweet from the fic The Seductress, by Midnight Extravaganza.
I can't believe this, thought a certain carrot-haired teen hero. Detention, with Bonnie?! Today can't possibly go any worse. Oh wait, anything's possible for a Possible. This was Kim Possible, teen hero cum high school student. And this was the Kim Possible, "goody-goody two shoes", as Shego would have put it, always with a clean record. Until she had lost her temper with a certain annoying brunette in the corridor and nearly pummelled her to custard. Bonnie Rockwaller, it seemed, was unrepentant of her mistake and was tossed into detention with Kim.
And there they were, on their hands and knees, scrubbing grubby stains of an old classroom floor, while "reflecting on their mistakes", as their principal wanted them to do. Unfortunately, all Kim could do was seethe at the blue-eyed cheerleader in front of her, wishing all the more that she could pound her into the ground. But she couldn't help but notice how good Bonnie looked in that tank top and black shorts, how her eyes seemed to keenly search all around her for any additional stains. Kim felt her heart beat escalate as her own olive eyes rested on Bonnie's figure, watching her move. What are you doing, idiot, came a voice from the back of Kim's mind. Snapping back to the present, she mentally kicked herself for ogling her greatest rival of all time and returned to the task at hand, irritation and annoyance once again settling on her.
"Hey, Possible, pass me that rag," called Bonnie, and Kim scowled before tossing her one. Since when did Bonnie talk so nicely anyway? It was always insults, mockery, snide remarks and arrogant smirks. Kim was puzzled, and contemplated Bonnie's question earlier. It should have been, "Possible, get that rag over to me, but I don't want your grubby hands touching it or you'll be cleaning it with your tongue." Yeah, that sounds more like it. Kim looked up once again, at Bonnie's toned and well-chiselled figure, at tanned skin that looked oh-so-tempting. Oh God, snap out of it! Kim berated herself in her head. 2 metres away, an entertained Bonnie grinned to herself.
She's so cute when she's flustered, Bonnie smiled to herself. She's been staring so hopelessly. She returned to scrubbing the floor, but remembered she brought some candy to keep herself slightly happier. She tore the wrapper and popped one into her waiting mouth, making sucking noises as she savoured the sweet treat. Then she noticed Kim's sudden stop in movement and grinned once more.
Kim froze. Oh my God, she can't be doing that, can she? It's getting annoying, she thought. And incredibly sexy too, the voice at the back of her mind added. OH SHUT UP! Kim screamed mentally in frustration and confusion. She tried to concentrate at the task at hand, but found it increasingly getting harder with Bonnie's sucking noises. "Bonnie, just eat that thing and stop playing with it," Kim growled in annoyance. Bonnie just continued. "Bonnie! I'm warning you," Kim frowned. That's it, she thought. She's just about had it with Bonnie.
Bonnie looked up in surprise as Kim got up and stalked over to her, glaring dangerously. "Alright, you asked for it. You shouldn't play with your food." With that, Kim leaned over and pressed her lips to Bonnie's slightly agape mouth, deftly flicking her tongue in and transferred the sweet to her own mouth. Pulling away and smirking in satisfaction, Kim retreated to her own spot and continued her work.
Bonnie never ever played with her food again, especially with sweets and a certain carrot-top.