Note: Kim Possible and all related characters are the property of Disney. I own nothing but the story that follows.
Ron walked carefully up to the apartment door, balancing a tray of sodas in one hand, and three bags from Buenos Nachos in the other. He had been pretty lucky up until now. As he was coming into the building, another tenant had held the door for him. In the elevator, another guy had considerately pushed the button for the floor he now was on.
Now Ron had a real dilemma. How was he going to ring the doorbell? He toyed with the idea of kicking at the bottom of the door, or maybe just shouting.
He was saved from this sitch by Rufus, who popped his head out of his owner's pocket. Climbing up the front of Ron's shirt, the little rodent made a flying leap, hitting the doorbell. He did a back flip and landed neatly on a shoulder.
"Thanks little buddy." Ron said. "I didn't want to drop supper all over the place, again."
"Uh-uh!", Rufus chirped in response, shaking his head. The last time Ron and Kim had pulled an all-nighters, he had gone hungry (for almost a full hour) when Ron had to make a quick grab for his pants.
In response to the chime from within the apartment, the door opened slightly. Monique looked through the opening, and then pulled the door completely open.
It was clear by the dress she wore that Monique was getting ready for a night out on the town. The black garment was just slinky enough to attract attention, without being so revealing as to be uncomfortable on the dance floor. The effect she was going for. Even before completing the design course at Middleton College, she was already making a name for herself in the world of fashion, with some of her best designs for sale at Club Banana.
"Whoa, Monique, that's quite the look you've got going there." Ron gave the dress, and the figure inside of it an appraising look. "Are you and Wade trying to make everyone else down at the campus pub as green as Shego with envy?"
Ever since graduation, Wade had come out from behind the keyboard a lot more often, and had even started to work out a bit. It was well known that he and Monique were "the item" in Middleton.
Where most young women would have giggled, Monique gave a genuine laugh, her dark complexion hiding her blush.
"Not really, Ron. This is just something that I wanted to try out before putting it to the people at the company. Do you think Wade will like it?"
"Well, duh! If he doesn't, check and make sure he didn't lose his eye sight staring at the monitors in the lab all day." Ron was hopelessly addicted to video games, but nobody spent more time in front of a computer than Wade, not even the guys who built the things.
Ron walked in past Monique, his arms really starting to get tired from carrying all of the snackage for tonight's study session. Finding an empty space on the counter, he carefully put the load down. Thank heavens he'd left his books there the previous night when he walked Kim home from classes. The backpack would have been the straw that broke the Stoppable's back.
"Kim's in her room, Ron. Don't wait up!" Monique made a graceful exit from the apartment, taking just long enough to check her hair in the mirror by the door and grab a small handbag.
The door to Kim's room was open slightly. Her desk lamp was making a pool of light where her head lay on the book. Her long red hair seemed to hide almost everything. Ron could see the back of her neck, and the tense shoulders. By the looks of things, Sociology was a lot more complex in her text books than in practice.
Quietly pushing the door open, Ron stole quietly into the room. Rufus, still riding his shoulder, shook his head at the sleeping beauty before them. He chattered softly in Ron's ear.
"Yeah, she looks beat. I knew I should have hidden her books when we got back from putting Motor Ed away, again." Ron looked down at his girlfriend, concerned with what he was seeing. He might not be the sharpest tack in the box, but even he knew exhaustion when he saw it. This was a classic case of what his mother referred to as "burning the candle at too many ends."
Putting Rufus on the dresser next to the door, Ron went over and softly laid his hands on Kim's shoulders. Beginning to massage her back and neck, he could feel the tension, and slowly began to increase the pressure. After five years of missions, he knew how to deal with worn out muscles and strained tendons. As he worked, Kim began to stir, slowly returning to the waking world.
"Ooh!", moaned Kim. Very slowly, she raised her head from the arms that had been folded over the desk. When Ron removed his hands, she shook out her hair, sleepily pushing most of it behind her ears. "Now that's the way I like to wake up. How long have you been here, Ron."
"Just got in. Monique opened the door for me. She was on her way out to meet our boy Wade."
Kim rose from her chair and stretched, her back arched, much as it used to when she would do flips on the cheer squad back in high school. As usual, a good stretch seemed to bring Kim back to herself, as if the physical awakening was linked to the activity of her brain. She turned those green eyes of hers on the young man behind her, looking over her shoulder.
Once again, Ron melted. He was never able to say just when it was that she developed this ability. It was stronger even the the "puppy dog pout" she had developed as a kid. One look into the face of Kim Possible, and he knew where he was destined to spend the rest of his life. By Kim's side. It didn't matter to him if he was going to spend eternity facing every kind of doom machine villainy could come up with.