Author's Note:
This is going to be quite a bit different from my other stories. It's partially a song-fic, though, unlike most other song-fics I've read, it is going to be multiple, albeit short, chapters.
I got this idea after I read a song-fic (Walking Her Home by author captainkodak1) that deeply and emotionally affected me. The song and it's usage was beautiful, and just earlier tonight the same song, when I listened to it, brought tears to my eyes. The song this story is based of doesn't quite have that same effect, but there's emotion in the song in it's own right. I'll give more information when I get to the chapter with the actual lyrics to the song in it.
Also, unlike my other stories, which could reasonably be considered PG-13, this one really is rated M (though it's still quite tame), so beware of that.
As always, reviews are always nice, and if there are any questions or concerns, don't be afraid to share them with me.
Important to Note: As far as this story is concerned, So the Drama never occurred, and so Ron and Kim never dated their Senior year. For other important information, check out my profile, as I list notes for this story.
I own nothing, truth be told, especially not these characters. Though short, I hope everyone who reads finds this chapter acceptable.
Rolling over in her bed, Kim felt lips gently kiss her cheek. Opening her eyes to face the love of her life smiling at her, she drowsily grinned back, preposterously (but why preposterous, if it's true) already considering her morning nothing short of amazing.
"It's almost noon," his soft voice informed her while he stroked her long, red hair sluggishly. "You're going to be late for your meeting today."
"So won't happen," she replied, but even so, made no effort to sit up. Instead, she began stroking his hair, just as he was doing, pushing some low bangs out of his eyes. "When are you going to get this cut?"
"Sorry, mother," he replied with a faux sigh, sitting up in the bed, moving his arms away to stretch them, allowing Kim an outstanding view of his topless, toned body. Smiling, she sat up too, gathering some articles of clothing off a nearby nightstand. Hearing her boyfriend of just over four years ambling into the bathroom, she got dressed, picking up additional scattered clothes from the former night off the floor, and straightened her hair with a very fancy brush.
It still struck her how amazing her life had turned out (not to say her high school years were what she considered mundane). Immediately following college, she and her boyfriend moved into a modest, but still very nice, house on the outskirts of Middleton, and quickly thereafter, she got a part-time job as a consultant for a security company. Kim Possible would never become a bodyguard for hire (and no one was foolish enough to ask her to do so), but she did have good insight in how to protect a home (she's sneaked into so many buildings in the past, Kim knew what defenses worked and which didn't like the back of her hand). That, along with her missions, which she still took on with an average of six a month, took up a lot of her time, but she always made sure to make time for her boyfriend and her friends.
After their third year of dating, and second year of living together, Kim did become concerned, however: as far as she knew, her boyfriend wasn't thinking of proposing. Monique told her, in no uncertain terms, that if he wasn't willing to make that commitment after three years, he wouldn't be worth keeping. Weeks after that conversation, Kim was still worried, but fortunately, everything worked out, as he confronted her about it, telling her that, if they were still together after they turned 28, he would propose.
He wanted to make sure they could live together without any problems and more importantly, he explained, make sure they really loved each other before officially becoming partners in marriage. To Kim, this made perfect sense, and though sometimes Monique still fussed about it on the phone (if there was one reliable trait that Monique possessed, it was her innate ability to fuss about things going on in Kim's life), the rest of Kim's friends, not to mention her parents, thought this arrangement to be acceptable.
Amazingly, her boyfriend's talents made decent amount of money (albeit on an irregular basis), which was, as guilty as she now felt about it, unexpected, so almost seven months exactly after college ended, with their incomes combined, the two of them became rather upper-middle class. Most of the extra money they made went to charities, of course, but, in her more vain moments, Kim felt really good being 'rich.' Never, under any circumstance, however, would Kim ever admit this.
Overall, Kim's post-college life was incredible. She's been living, without problem, with her boyfriend for years, and she always was able to balance time between all of her other obligations, such as missions and the aforementioned friends. And it was in that spirit that she was pulling her khakis up, giving herself a once-over in the vanity mirror above her dresser; it was Saturday, and she had a meeting set with her best friend at 12:30, and by no means did she intend on being late.
Not feeling a shower was necessary (she had taken one late the former night after she and her boyfriend were finished), she applied a marginal amount of make-up to her face, hoping the bags under her eyes less would come up less noticeable. Finding her reflection acceptable (though far from perfect, she grimly considered), she stood up and rapped her knuckled against the bathroom door.
"What's up, baby," came the muffled reply, obscured by the running shower.
"I'm going out now, I'll get back the usual time," Kim replied, knowing it to be true. Almost never had she stayed out later than she had set forth with her boyfriend.
"Wait," he said, and Kim heard the rustling of the shower curtain being pushed aside. Wondering what he was doing, it became obvious when he opened the door, not an inch of him covered (not that the sight was anything new), and despite his soapy hands, pulled her in for a kiss.
Kim struggled for maybe two seconds before giving in to his lust. "You're going to get me all wet," she exclaimed, not really caring.
Letting her go, he replied, with a smirk, "It wouldn't be the first time."
Swatting playfully at him, she replied, "Go finish your shower. I'll see you when I get back."
Sheepishly turning away, he said, "Sure. Love you."
"You too," she said, and it sort of surprised Kim how much she truly meant it. Accepting her reply, her boyfriend shut the bathroom door and resumed his shower.
Glancing at the alarm clock, Kim saw it read 12:14 pm. Shit, I really didn't want to be late. How would he take it? Knowing, of course, he wouldn't be angry, but not wanting to disappoint him, of all people, she literally ran out of the house and jumped into her 2009 Lexus LS.
Not even bothering to buckle her seat-belt until halfway out of the driveway, Kim drove quickly, in a calm frenzy. She was a good driver; Lord knows how many car chases she'd been involved in just within the last year, and this definitely helped her out on her way to the restaurant.
As Kim drove on, she considered again if she was still exempt from being arrested, something she did often when driving on the south side of safe.
After a mind-control incident her junior year of college, the mayor at the time had granted her immunity from being prosecuted for any crime within city limits, as she had just the year prior saved his life. Kim remembered that he assured the city of Middleton that she would "never willingly commit any ill acts against the tax-paying citizens of the city."
As she drove around a slow-moving van, Kim smiled as she remembered that quote. It proved to provide the opposition with a new line of attack come re-election, and it had been a close race, if she recalled. Still, Mayor Gillian won. As her legal exempt status hadn't been brought up since, though, Kim wasn't sure if it was still valid or not.
Not that she was overly eager to place herself in a position in which it'd be necessary.
Nearing her destination, she slowed down a little, not wanting her best friend to see her driving like a maniac. She pulled into a nearby parking lot, quickly looking herself over in the mirror. Finding herself acceptable, Kim left her vehicle, and strode into Bueno Nacho, hoping Ron wouldn't be too annoyed at her slightly late arrival.