Game Plan
Chapter 1
"Ok girl's great practice." The captain of the high school cheer squad shouted out clapping her hands in recognition of a job well done. "I think we can call it quits for tonight." It was a slight bit earlier than was the norm for the premier cheer squad of the Tri-city area to call a halt for the evening but on occasion when practice went exceptionally well the leader let her girls off easy. The other seven girls sagged in relief but none complained; their skipper was a harsh task master when it came to the squad attaining perfection.
Kim Possible smiled as she watched most of the girls head off in the general direction of the change room, she'd wait for a little longer just to watch the guys at their football practice. Still breathing heavily from the exertion but calmly taking pleasure in a job well done she brushed the bit of perspiration from her brow with the edge of her shirt sleeve, barely dampening the heavy cotton material. The purple and white costume was accented with slashes of gold along the sleeves and rim of the diminutive skirt, the standard uniform for the Middleton Mad Dog's Cheer squad.
It had been such a lovely fall day that the squad had been practicing out of doors, this coupled with the fact that the ladies would have to perform outside at future games so they might as well get used to the cooler weather, a cheerleader uniform was not altogether warm. Her girls had taken one small section of the turf behind the end zone so members of either squad didn't get hurt and odds were it wouldn't be the armoured player. The bleachers that fell back a way's from the playing field were practically empty, only a few people were either watching the practice or spending time occupied with other things.
Still smiling to herself Kim straightened her uniform before turning away from the playing field with the intension of getting changed. When she suddenly noticed one of her fellow team mates loitering about near the center line at the very edge of the turf watching the action, or general lack there of. Kim's blood began to boil as she stormed towards the poor blond hair girl. It wasn't so much that she was staring at the players it was the fact that the girl was staring at Kim's player. Kim's green eyes narrowed into slits, her fists balled tightly against her side as the distance between the two diminished.
The girl in question name was Tara and at one point she had, had a crush on Ron Stoppable but never went beyond that. She was every boy's fantasy, long flowing blonde tresses with just a hint of a wave. Her body was slightly heavier than was Kim's, excellent for supporting human pyramids and the size of her chest was many times more impressive than was Kim's which was what mostly young men first noticed. Her hourglass figure just begged to have strong arms wrapped about it. Tara still had not seen the aggressive lass barreling down upon her.
Stopping dead in her tracts Kim fought for control; stop it girl she reminded herself. You can't keep losing control of your emotions every time a pretty young woman looks in your boyfriend's general direction, after all he was cute. Back ram rod straight she balled her fists and breathed deeply trying to gain control, Ron Stoppable was not going to leave her for another girl, the whole world knew they were paired and that was that. Forcing a smile as best she could Kim strolled in a highly wooden manner over as affable as possible to the young woman who was a fellow teammate and friend. Still she wasn't happy about someone else watching Ron. "Not going to change yet?" Kim asked innocently enough trying through clenched teeth to control her passion.
Tara looked about casually at Kim, her arms were crossed about her chest and she had a sad look about her. "He's not much of a team player, is he?" ending her question with a heavy breath.
"Well… no not really." Kim had been surprised by the question, it was obvious that Tara still liked Ron but there was no way Kim was giving him up. Looking over at Ron who was standing off to one side of the field not really paying attention to what was going on. His eyes were cast downward and his feet were gently brushing the grass most likely looking for four leaf clovers, hoping to improve his luck. If he happened to find one than he would quite happily show his find to her believing that his fortunes would improve. If by chance two were located than one would be gifted to her with a big grin. Kim believed that you made your own luck but wouldn't let her lover down with silly facts, if he felt better than she would be happy.
"Even when we were younger he'd be sitting on the bench, or off in the distant field somewhere." Kim sighed now feeling a little regretful, she liked to think herself a good girlfriend but now that it had been brought to her attention she felt she should of cared more about him actually playing the game and not warming a set of wooden planks or forgotten about in some far off corner of the field worrying about the bugs.
"I feel sorry for him. Every time I see him in gym class he's always on his own and nobody seems to notice if he's there or not." Now Kim really felt bad, sentiment washed over her like a tidal wave, all those years Ron had come to watch and cheer her on in whatever action she attempted, he would be on the sidelines yelling and waving Go Kim Go. Where as she had known he didn't care much for sports and had only tried out for the football team because he had been petrified of losing her to some jock, stepping up as it were. He needn't have worried but that still didn't make her feel any better watching him standing in the middle of the field staring at the dirt. Watching him as he squatted down brushing the grass about; she let out a short laugh. "He must have found a four leaf clover." Kim casually mentioned to the girl beside her sporting a nervous grin.
Both girls were jolted out of their stupor by a heady cry "Hey Stoppable!" and the ball sailed forth striking him precisely in the gut. From the distance a surprised look could be seen crossing Ron's face as he contemplated what to do with the pigskin.
Kim still standing on the sidelines let out a shriek as a freight train and bus stampeded towards her boyfriend. Almost feeling the ground rumble beneath the convoy she turned away covering her eyes unable to help and fearing the worst. Body tense, teeth gritted she waited for the massive crunch of flesh and bone turning her devotee into a pile of goop on the turf.
Finally looking over her shoulder through squinted eyes there stood Ron near where she had last seen him. His body was bouncing about head swiveling every which way confused about what to do next. From beside Tara began screaming and bouncing in place pointing the way. Stunned into action Kim joined her in frantic action encouraging her love to act. Both girl's leaps and bounds took them farther down the field.
Ron had seen the two ladies, heard their cries cheering him onwards and began a mad dash down the field zig-zagging as he went. He ran like a man chased by a banshee, legs pumping faster than the eye could see, back straight, eyes forward, free arm flailing about and his lungs crying out in panic.
On the sidelines Kim watched him go. There was no pattern to his flight just haphazard patterns of sprints with twists and turns indiscriminately placed through out. Kim watched horror struck as another monster of a player barreled down upon Ron's tiny form. She observed as his shape was blotted out by the shadow of an ogre and she looked down covering her eyes squealing in agony.
Cautiously peeking from between her fingers her love still stood, dancing about near the flattened form of the creature. His legs still beat the ground faster than a hummingbirds wings but his upper torso remained motionless as his head darted about looking for an escape route. Neither girl looked upon the other but in unison both began to leap about, bounding down the field imploring the poor tiny player to flight. Once again his eyes zeroed in on the two girls bounding about on the sidelines and he hastened downward towards the end of the field.
No others barred his way as Ron Stoppable sprinted down the arena, his path still a random route with many meanders and veers along the way. His mad panicked dash ended only when he had crossed a large white stripe and passed behind the padding on the uprights. Stopping abruptly he leaned against the post wheezing and groaning. In the background the booming voice of the coach echoed incomprehensive in the distance, through the padded helm and the clamor of his breath nothing could be heard.
And on the sidelines both girls were more exhausted and worn out from the last minutes than they had been for the entire cheer practice. Tara leaned hunched over her hands poised heavily on her knees her eyes seemed unfocused and dazed. Kim clutched at her heart its beating threatening to explode from her chest, breath was ragged and horse; she leaned over profoundly on her friends shoulder. Moments past before Kim could speak but with her hand still grasping strongly to the fabric of her costume she wheezed forth "This is so going to be the worst season ever."
Chest and diaphragm still rising and falling with every strong breath Tara turned slightly and whispered "This may be a bad thing to say but in pro football the odds of injury are one hundred percent."
"Gee thanks…I didn't need to know that. I just don't need to be a widow before the end of season."
Xxxxx
Mrs. Possible trotted down the stairs of her lovely home, there was a click clack with every impact of her designer heals on the hard wooden steps. Her short orange hair bounced about with each stride sending the dangly golden earring bobbing about in disarray crashing unnoticed against her long thin neck. For tonight's evening out she wore an gorgeous dark evening gown slit up almost to the thigh and plunging down to small of her back, the fabric was delicate gauze that clung to her essence and seemed to shimmer with every graceful movement. The image was completed with a shawl that rapped about her elbows and draped down her spine. She looked stunningly beautiful as only a woman of her elegant stature could. Her head was down as she routed through a small purse the desired bit nowhere to be seen inside the tiny cavity.
Still searching she rounded the hall and entered into the living room "Sweetheart I'm ready to go." She bellowed towards her unseen husband. "Ok Kim the boys are up in their room doing something hopefully non destructive, you know my cell number…" Stopping so suddenly her trendy heals slid forward and she almost falling backwards. Stunning blue eyes stared blindly forward looking her daughter straight in the eye, something the tall slender woman was not used to doing. Looking towards the floor and then back at her little girl the elder female Possible blinked several times before lowering her gaze once more to ensure that she had indeed seen correctly. "Why are you standing on Ron's back?" She asked rather mystified.
"Ron's on the football team." Her little girl stated in a matter of fact tone of voice.
Mrs. Possible's eyes brows rose as her eyes bulged out of her head. It never seemed to fail, no matter how many times she figured her offspring and boyfriend couldn't do anything new to surprise her, the pair somehow managed to come up with something different. She looked back down again. Ron was lying upon the floor, he was naked to the waste, he'd been lying with his hands cradled into folded arms but now he had turned his head slightly and was attempting to look up at her. Mrs. P looked back at her little girl in disbelief but all her daughter did was nod her head several times almost as if she read her mother's mind and answered the next question.
Shaking off her skepticism Mrs. Possible bent down "Well good for you Ron we're all very proud of you." Giving his shoulder a decent squeeze she congratulated her future son in law before rising back up.
"Dear we'd better hurry or…" Mr. Dr. Possible stopped suddenly as he viewed his two favorite women. "Kimmy what happened you're as tall as….why are you standing on Ronald's back?" He also stared in disbelief at his baby girl standing upon her boyfriends back. His worry was that Ron would go too far and take advantage of his little girls virtue, Dr. Possible would have none of that.
"Ron's on the football team."
Mr. Possible looked past his Kimmy cub to his wife but she had, had no idea Ronald was on the football team so with a perplexed expression upon her face could only shrug in responce. "Well congratulations Ronald that's quite a step up for you." His fist pumped the air with the congratulatory appearance of a long distance slap on the back.
"See nobody thinks I belong on the football team!" Ron whined from his prone position.
A rather annoyed Kim gently stomped the heal of her naked foot down into her partner's back "You're on it now and your doing incredible." Hearing the required groan from her spouse she turned her attention to her mother again. "He's the hero of the team now." Kim stated proudly in a matter of fact tone.
Both parents looked at each other again; they had not been prepared for the latest surprise that their little girl had brought forth. They were used to odd things in the family but they hadn't expected their future son in law, who happened to not have the slightest inkling towards sports let alone to be playing upon a team, especially football and to be the star player that was just a little much. Her father finally spoke after a long bit of silence "So that still doesn't explain why you're standing on his back?"
"Well today after scoring the winning touch down in the game some big lug plowed into Ron knocking him senseless. The play had already been stopped when it happened. Highly unsportsmanlike." Crossing her arms about her chest Kim gave a snort.
"Almost thrown out of the game." Ron mentioned.
"Well I should hope so. That is most definitely highly unsportsmanlike." Father leaned against the back of his favorite chair indignant over this lack of fair play.
"No not the player… her." Ron made a thumbing motion towards the girl presently standing upon his back.
Both parents almost in unison cried foul upon their daughter upset that she would almost get expelled from a game especially since she wasn't even on the team. Such a thing had never happened to a Possible before. "I can't just let my boyfriend get mangled like that." Kim tried to defend herself. "besides you should of seen it…all the cheer girls ganged up on the guy: even Bonnie was yelling at him."
Ron piped up "Ya but the best was when the guy tried to push Kim out of the way. She grabbed him by the mask and sent him flying. The guy was humiliated all his team mates were laughing at him for getting beaten up by a cheerleader." Carefully he wiped away a tear at the memory of the poor dazed player stumbling off the field.
"You weren't supposed to tell them that!" Kim cried giving another little stamp to show her displeasure.
"We'll talk about this later young lady." Spoken by her father in a very serious tone; obviously still disappointed by the action of his baby girl beating up a big scary ball player earlier in the day. "Now we really must be gone now"
Sighing as she watched her parents walked towards the door and out of sight, Kim felt her body slump as she wearily sank to her knees straddling her man's back she then proceeded to lay upon him cuddling in close. Head resting between his shoulder blades she ran her fingers up his bare sides feeling the ruff texture of his flesh, sensitive to his musky sent wafting into her nostrils she waited eyes closed for the sound of the car to exit the driveway.
Letting her lips brush the flesh on his back Kim rapped her arms as best she could around her man "I don't understand why you have no confidence in yourself." She continued on "This has been your year, you're the star of the football team, and we will discount the first game when you cheated. You're dating one of the most beautiful girls in…"
"THE most beautiful girl." He interceded so as to correct her into the hierarchy of the school food chain.
"…school and the head cheerleader to boot." She'd blushed slightly on his correction but largely ignored it and continued on. "And she loves you so much, but you hurt her when…you hurt me when you're like this because I don't understand why.
He shifted under her twisting around so now he lay upon his back, she moved slightly to let him complete the maneuver before lying back down with her head tucked into his chest. Carefully wrapping his arms about her body the one set of fingers gracefully running tenderly up and down her spine. Kim smiled enjoying his touch.
She continued on "You've done it all Ron, I've seen you. Almost every mission you've been right beside me, done all the things I've done. Even Shego the nastiest of villains and you stopped her. You have your own arch nemesis Ron and you've beaten him every time, how many guys can say that." Lifting herself up Kim stared down at her partner smiling, eyes full of love. He intern smiled back at her pulling her body downward until their lips met. Giggling as the kisses became longer and more impassioned Kim could feel his big fingers massaging her back. Tiny circlets done with the tips of his short uneven fingernails, gently enlarger with each passing swipe, she was turning to putty in his hands.
"You gonna make a cheer up for me?" he inquired innocently enough.
"Yes!" lifting herself up her face full of joy as the idea raced through her mind. "I'll call it Ya Can't Stop the Stoppable!" Kim proclaimed the beginning movements of the cheer opened in her mind. Her desire to let be known to all those who would hear that it was her man who tore down the field. Lying back down she cuddled into his chest, she'd go over the ideas with the other girls and work out the routine in the morning.
Ron knew Kim enjoyed having her back rubbed and that she would get more playful the longer and better he did it. And now with their kisses getting more ferocious he used both hands to knead her back and sides. With her breaths coming sharper and faster Ron could feel her excitement growing with each passing moment.
Suddenly Kim screeched and contorting her body in the air arching her back fingers clawing the air. Stunned silence was all he could manage as he stared at her contortions, confused as to what had transpired.
From the hallway into the kitchen Ron noticed the problem, or problems as the case turned out to be. Kim's twin brothers were standing in the door, the one held a large squirt gun the other a pitcher of iced water.
"Uu Oh gotta go!"
"Bye"
Both boys tore out of the room as their elder sister leapt through the air her mind set on destroying the little pests.