A Can of Worms
By Parareru
Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible or the characters. All I own is a few VHS tapes and some seriously overpriced merchandise. ^_^ Le sigh.
(Barkin: Was that a French sigh? Points off for that.)
A/N: This is a sequel to Foundations Laid. Certain elements of this story might be a bit confusing unless you read that first. Word of warning though, it contains adult material that might be uncomfortable for some people. An edited version is posted on fanfiction.net and the complete story is posted on adultfanfiction.net.
This chapter contains lemon of the K/R variety at the end. A veritable orchard it is. If that sort of thing offends you, then go ahead and stop reading after the rainstorm.
Chapter 1: Little Date
Kim hummed an aimless tune as she pulled a variety of dresses out of her closet and held them up against her body. She pursed her lips speculatively as she considered wearing a low cut black number that was definitely on the mature side or the purple dress that Ron had yet to see her in thanks to the incident with the super shoes. In fact the only one to see her in it so far was Rufus.
"Excited about tonight, Kimmie?" Mrs. Possible asked as she climbed the stairs up into Kim's room. She had to smile at the sight of her daughter excitedly modeling dresses in the mirror as she sat down on Kim's bed.
Kim nodded joyfully, focusing on her reflection as she constantly switched between the two dresses. "Both of us have finally caught up with our classes, so this is the first weekend we have free since Ron got out of the hospital."
"You know, we never did discuss what happened between you two on your last mission," Kim's mom began as she idly smoothed the bedcovers.
"It was no big," Kim replied with forced nonchalance. "This new villain Uno was just a lot tougher than anyone else."
"So... are you sleeping with Ronald?" Mrs. Possible asked casually.
"Mom!" Kim whirled around, her cheeks flaming red in protest as she clutched the dresses to her body defensively.
"Well, are you?" Mrs. Possible asked unrelentingly and looking steadily at her daughter.
Kim sat down heavily next to her mother, still blushing furiously. "Yeah. Well, we did," she finally confessed. "Are you angry?"
Mrs. Possible paused for a few seconds while Kim fidgeted anxiously. "I was wondering when the two of you would finally admit how you felt about each other," she finally said breaking the silence while stroking her daughter's auburn tresses. "The two of you belong together." Kim looked up to see her mother smiling reassuringly at her.
"Thanks, Mom," Kim said gratefully.
"I'm not saying that I approve of you two sleeping together at your age," Mrs. Possible said, holding up a hand to curb Kim's enthusiasm. "But I'm not so naïve to think that either your father or I can get you to break things off."
Kim bit her lip apprehensively. "Mom," she began haltingly. "I can't really explain it, but I need him. I nearly lost him. I say I can do anything, but I can't live without him. I love him so much. When I'm with Ron things don't seem so..."
"Bad?" Mrs. Possible completed the thought. "Are you still having those nightmares?" Mrs. Possible drew her daughter into a comforting hug. "You can tell me, Kimmie."
Kim nodded slowly into her mother's shoulder. "It was horrible," Kim confessed. "What... what... happened then. But when Ron holds me things are okay again."
"Alright, Kimmie." Mrs. Possible squeezed her daughter reassuringly and then held her out at arms length. "Come on now. Dry those eyes. You don't want to be all puffy for your big date."
Kim smiled winsomely through her tears. "Thanks, Mom."
Mrs. Possible stood, picked up the two dresses and held them up against Kim, assessing her daughter with a practiced eye. "You should wear the black one," she finally decided and held the dress out to Kim. "It'll show off your figure better."
Kim took hold of the offered dress and looked into the mirror again. "You really think so?" she asked her mother hopefully.
Mrs. Possible nodded with a twinkle in her eye. "He won't be able to keep his eyes off of you," she laughed. "Not that he ever could."
Kim blushed at the thought of capturing Ron's attention... and perhaps more. "Just what I was looking for," Kim exclaimed happily as she twirled around with the chosen dress clutched to her chest.
Mrs. Possible gently loosened Kim's grip on the dress and smoothed fabric. "You're going to wrinkle it," she chided gently. "Just promise me that you two will be safe."
"I promise," Kim replied automatically, her mind a thousand miles away on what she and Ron would be doing tonight.
***
Ron Stoppable paused outside of the Possible house and took several deep breaths to steel his shaking nerves. He ran his fingers back through his hair in a futile attempt to smooth it back. It had been little over a month since his release from the hospital. Since both he and Kim had missed the final weeks of the school year they had to play a mad game of catch up to pass their classes and finals. In that time they had little opportunity for more than a few stolen kisses and hugs and promises of later. After their last final was behind them Ron had thought to surprise Kim by setting up an elaborate date to ease her disappointment in missing their Junior Prom.
"How do I look?" Ron asked as he looked down at Rufus. Ron was dressed in a trendy black suit over a maroon shirt and a tie that complemented the two. He nervously tugged on his collar and brushed at some imagined dust on his sleeve.
Rufus gauged him with a critical eye and finally squeaked, "Smokin,'" with a snap of his claws.
"Thanks buddy," Ron said in relief. "Sorry you got to miss out, but this night's special for me and Kim." Rufus nodded his head, not put out in the slightest.
"Cheese?" he asked hopefully.
"I'm sure the tweebs will have some cheese for you," Ron chuckled as he finally pressed the doorbell. Ron heard footsteps and took a final deep breath as the door opened.
"Hello, Ronald," Mr. Possible said from the doorway. "You look rather dapper tonight."
"Thanks, Mr. P," Ron said brightly as he stood there nervously. "Is Kim ready?"
"I'm sure she'll be along any moment," Mr. Possible assured the fidgety blond. "Come on in." Mr. Possible stepped aside to allow Ron and Rufus into the house.
"RUFUS!" Jim and Tim shouted as they bounded into the room carrying yet another invention. "Just in time..."
"...for the test flight..." Jim continued.
"...of the Tim-jet mark 2," Tim finished triumphantly.
"You mean the Jim-jet," Jim corrected.
"No way!" Tim countered. "Tim-jet sounds way better."
"Now boys," Mr. Possible cut in. "It's a little late for test flights and didn't your mother say no jet fuel in the house?"
"Oops," the boys said in unison and hustled off to stash their jet before their mother could spot it. Rufus scampered off after them in search of cheese.
"Boys will be boys," Mr. Possible said with a broad grin on his face. "So Ronald, what are you and my little Kimmie cub going to do tonight."
"Well, just going to do some of the Prom type stuff that we missed out on," Ron explained as he let out a short, nervous laugh and scratched at the back of his head.
Mr. Possible nodded thoughtfully as he walked across the living room and sat down. "So I hear that you and Kimmie have come to an 'understanding,'" he said finally breaking the silence.
Ron sank against the couch, a sick feeling forming in his stomach. "Yeah, about that, Mr. P..." he began somewhat lamely.
"Just let me finish, Ronald," Mr. Possible interrupted. "You're like family to us and I know that Kimmie loves you. Now I don't want to hear any details of what you two may or may not be doing, but if you break my Kimmie cub's heart I'm going to personally make sure that you're sent on the Jupiter mission instead of Dr. Porter's robot. Are we clear?"
"Crystal," Ron nodded emphatically.
Mr. Possible smiled broadly. "Good. I'm glad we had this talk."
Ron leaned back against the couch gratefully, feeling as if he had just dodged a major bullet. He had been dreading this talk with Kim's dad ever since that day in the hospital after it had become apparent that there would indeed be a future for the two teens. Ron briefly wondered what the future had in store for them and had a nagging suspicion that more trouble was on the way.
Abruptly, all worries, cares, and miscellaneous thought evaporated from Ron's mind as Kim entered the room. He rose to his feet and stood there staring at her in stunned admiration, drinking in the perfection of her beauty. She was wearing a little black dress flowed off her shoulders and gave way to a plunging neckline that showed off Kim's bosom to maximum effect clinging tightly to her curvy form. Kim twirled around gracefully, giving Ron a view of her milky smooth skin that the dress revealed down to the middle of her back.
"Like it?" Kim asked with a triumphant smile on her face as she gave Ron a brief peck on his lips.
Ron nodded, awestruck as he enfolded Kim in a gentle embrace. He nervously shot a glance at Kim's father who, to Ron's relief, was smiling tolerantly at the two of them.
"You look beautiful, KP," Ron gushed as he breathed in the heady scent of strawberries that wafted from Kim's hair.
"Thanks, Ron," Kim said as she broke off the hug and cocked her head to inspect her date. "You look handsome too."
"Well, you know me, KP," Ron said as he cracked a broad grin. "It's all in the Ron Factor." He held tightly to Kim's hand while they made their way out of the house.
"Bye kids," Mrs. Possible said as she went to stand beside her husband. "Have fun."
***
"So where are we going?" Kim asked, searching Ron's face for a clue about what tonight would hold as the door closed behind them.
"Nuh-uh, KP. It's a surprise," Ron admonished with a playful grin on his face. "I even arranged for transportation."
"Oh, Ron," Kim gasped as she saw the limo parked at the end of the driveway. Ron rushed ahead and pulled the door open.
"Your chariot awaits, milady," Ron bowed as he held the door open for Kim.
"You definitely get points for this," Kim said shaking her head in wonder while Ron smiled warmly at her in return.
"Next stop, Charlie," Ron told the driver as the limo pulled away from the Possible house.
"So what are you going to do over the summer," Kim asked nervously.
Ron rocked his head from side to side and clucked thoughtfully. "Well... I was planning on going back to Japan for a brief visit," he answered truthfully and Kim quailed at the thought of Ron being across the ocean from her for any length of time. "But there is this girl I kinda want to spend time with," Ron finished with a conspiratorial wink as he took hold of Kim's hand and patted it gently.
Kim smiled gratefully at Ron as she leaned back in the seat. "So do I know this girl?" she asked with an arched eyebrow.
"Oh, she's just amazing," Ron gushed, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "Cheerleader, honor roll student, saves the world on occasion and she's got this really cute butt." Ron whispered in an exaggerated manner as Kim blushed slightly.
"So where are we going?" Kim asked again as she craned her neck to glance outside the window at their surroundings.
Ron peeked outside and nodded in satisfaction. "We're almost there," he stated as he fixed Kim with a suave look. "Patience, KP. Good things come to those who wait."
"I'll say," Kim replied smoothly. "I had to wait for twelve years to get you."
This time is was Ron's turn to blush. "Well... Uh... You see... The thing is..." He took a deep breath and gathered his wits together. "I love you, KP," he declared quietly. "I just want to be worthy of you."
Kim smiled reassuringly at him and inched closer in the seat. "Ron. You have always been worthy," she said as she placed a tender kiss on his lips. As one, their arms moved to embrace the other and they deepened the kiss, savoring the flavor each other's lips. They stayed like that for several seconds, moving slowly against each other, and content for the moment to be in each other's arms.
"God, I missed that," Kim sighed as they broke off the kiss. She rested her forehead against Ron's, her eyes closed in satisfaction as she took in a deep breath of his masculine fragrance. "I love you, Ron."
Ron slowly pulled back from their embrace as the limo began to slow down. "We're almost there," he said regretfully.
Kim reluctantly opened her eyes and giggled at the sight of Ron's face. "My lipstick is SO not your color," she smiled as she pulled her compact and a handkerchief from her purse and handed them to Ron.
Ron merely chuckled as he wiped the lipstick off his face and handed the items back to Kim. "Thanks muchly, KP. Wouldn't want to look like a froob here."
"Where exactly is here?" Kim asked as she tried sneaking a look around Ron at the building they had parked in front of.
"Uh, uh," Ron wagged his finger at her. "I said it was a surprise. Now close your eyes, KP."
Kim trustingly closed her eyes as Ron opened the limo's door and guided her out. She felt Ron move to stand behind her and wrap his arms around her waist. Kim leaned back contentedly with a pleased smile on her lips. "Can I open my eyes now?" she asked as she turned her head toward Ron's and felt him nod against her hair.
"Go ahead," Ron said softly.
Kim slowly opened her eyes and gasped in surprise. "How did you...?" her wondering question trailed off as she realized that the two of them were standing just outside of Ma Maison, an exclusive French restaurant just outside of Upperton Heights. Everything she'd heard about this place said it was fantastic and nearly impossible to get into.
"There are a few strings that the Ron-man can pull," Ron said with a Cheshire cat grin. "So do I get points for this?"
"Oh, you get mad points for this," Kim promised as she turned to give Ron a delighted hug. "But this place is too expensive," she protested as Ron led her to the door.
"Never fear, KP. Everything has been taken care of," Ron assured her as he held the door open for his girlfriend.
"Ah, Mr. Stoppable and Ms. Possible, delighted to have you here this evening," the maître de said smoothly. "Your table is ready for you."
"Thank you, Reggie," Ron replied just as smoothly and offered his arm to Kim as they were escorted to their table. Ron chivalrously pulled Kim's chair out and helped seat her before sitting down himself.
"Okay, what gives, Ron?" Kim asked quietly as she leaned forward. "How'd you get reservations? How can you afford this place? Did Wade help you?"
Ron held up his hands in surrender. "I give up, I give up," he said laughingly. "My father's second cousin once removed owns this restaurant. I met him at my Bar Mitzvah and he set everything up for me when I told him I needed something special for the special someone in my life."
Kim nodded thoughtfully, satisfied at his answer. For a second there she suspected that Ron had fallen into some serious money again. Experience had taught her that Ron and money did not make for a pleasant mix.
"Good evening. My name is Serg, how may I help you?" their waiter said as he took his position to Ron's right.
Ron looked across the table at Kim. "Do you trust me?" he asked with a slight lift of his eyebrows.
"Always," she answered immediately.
Ron smiled in return and turned to Serg. "We'll start with the Salmon Bisque and the Salade Tiède au Fleischschnaka, followed by the Poulet au Riesling and the Tarte aux Poires et Frangipane for dessert."
"All excellent choices," Serg affirmed as he jotted the order down. "Might I interest you in some of our selection of wines?"
Ron pursed his lips thoughtfully. "Sorry, but I think we need to age some more first," he finally said dryly.
Serg glanced from side to side and leaned closer to Ron. "The owner has made an exception in your case and the rest of our clientele tonight can be trusted to be discreet."
Ron glanced at Kim in question who shrugged in return. "We'll have a glass of the house red," Ron decided.
"Where'd you learn to order like that?" Kim asked in wonder once their waiter had left.
"Crib sheet," Ron replied sheepishly as he held up a small scrap of paper for her inspection and Kim let out a low trilling laugh. Ron smiled back at Kim and took hold of her hand. "Wanna dance?" he asked with a suave lift of his eyebrow.
Kim took a quick look around the restaurant. "Um... I don't think there's dancing here, Ron," she demurred shyly.
"Sure there is," Ron said confidently as he rose to his feet. "Come on."
Kim slowly stood and stepped into Ron's waiting arms and together they swayed in time with the music. After a few seconds, Kim forgot the other people in the room smiling indulgently at the two of them and found herself enjoying dancing with her body pressed against Ron's. The two danced slowly, even after the song had ended, moving to a tune that they heard only in their hearts. Eventually, and with great reluctance, she let go of Ron to return to her seat as the first courses of their meal arrived.
***
"Dinner was wonderful," Kim said as they slowly walked arm in arm, enjoying each other's company in the silence that surrounded them. After dinner, the limo had taken them to the Middleton Arboretum. Small lanterns lit the paths giving them a clear view of the ground, but still allowed them to see the stars peeking between the clouds that had moved into the area. Brief shafts of moonlight highlighted the two of them, bathing them in its cool glow.
"Glad you enjoyed it, KP," Ron said as he gave the sky a nervous look. "I love making you happy."
"Being with you makes me happy," Kim sighed as she leaned her head against Ron's arm. "Everything is right when I'm with you."
"Maybe you should keep me then," Ron bantered lightly as he smiled down at Kim.
"I think I will," Kim replied as she tightened her grip on Ron's arm. She turned her face up expectantly and was rewarded with a kiss from Ron. She felt her heart flutter as their tongues slid wetly against each other and her passions rose. Suddenly, Ron broke off the kiss and a look of pained consternation crossed his face. "Ron?" she asked in question.
"Why now?" he moaned with a derisive, disbelieving chuckle just as the sky broke open and began to dump rain on them. They stood there for several seconds, getting soaked by the sudden summer shower.
"Well, might as well make the most of it," Kim decided as she dragged Ron's head back down and resumed kissing him passionately as the rain continued to pour. She grinned impishly as she pulled away suddenly and ran off down the path at full speed. "Come and catch me!" Kim yelled playfully as she raced away.
"KIM!" Ron cried plaintively as he followed her flight.
Kim's answering laugh was her only response. She raced down the path, looking over her shoulder every so often to make sure that Ron was still following her. Ron for his part doggedly pursued his date in the midst of that summer shower, laughing despite nature's little prank on his plans for romance.
Kim ran out into an open field in the center of the Arboretum and had to slow down, hampered by her heels. She heard Ron draw up behind her and she whirled around to fling her arms around Ron's neck tackling him to the wet ground. Ron let out a surprised yelp as Kim pressed her lips hungrily to his as they lay there on the wet grass. The sounds of the falling rain masked their mutual moans as their hands roamed feverishly over each other's body.
Ron winced and reached underneath his back to pull out the stick that had been poking him in the kidney. "Maybe we'd better do this someplace else," he suggested.
"Your place," Kim decided as she kept showering Ron's neck and face with loving kisses. "My parents will freak if they see us come home like this."
"Well, thank goodness mine are outta town on business," Ron replied. "They'd be sure to overreact too."
"And once we get there, we could so much more than we can in this field," Kim promised as she nuzzled Ron. Almost reluctantly, she sat up and the two of them held onto each other tightly for both warmth and companionship as they made their way back to the waiting limo.
***
The two of them were shivering in their wet clothes by the time Ron had managed to get the door open. Ron quickly ushered Kim into the house before she turned on him and pressed her lips against his urgently.
"We should get warmed up," Ron suggested.
Kim nodded and smiled saucily. "A shower would be nice."
"Ok. You can have the first shower," Ron offered gallantly.
"Who said anything about going separately?" she asked coyly as she pulled Ron along behind her towards the bathroom. "I need someone to wash my back."
"I live to serve," Ron replied as he obediently followed the redhead, his eyes never leaving Kim's figure.
Ron stood behind Kim and helped her undress, pulling the dress of her shoulders and kissing his way down her neck as she let her dress and panties puddle around her ankles. Kim moaned and shivered as much from her rising passions as from the cooling water on her body. She leaned over into the tub and started the shower before turning her attentions to Ron.
Ron shrugged off his jacket and tie to toss them into a heap by the door. Kim's fingers raced down Ron's chest tugging the buttons free. "Why do boys wear so many clothes?" she complained jokingly as she unbuckled Ron's belt.
"It's because we don't like keeping them in our closets all the time," Ron chuckled as the last article of clothing fell from his body. Like Kim, he too shivered from the cool draft across his damp skin. He pulled aside the shower curtain and stood to let Kim in. "After you, Ms. Possible," he said with a gallant bow.
Kim giggled and performed a small curtsy, grasping the edges of an imaginary dress. "Thank you, Mr. Stoppable," she replied as she stepped into the warming spray of water. She let the water cascade through her hair as Ron stepped in behind her.
Kim let out a pleased moan as she felt the heat of Ron's body press against hers. His hands came around to rest on her stomach as he pulled her closer to him and smoothly caressed her belly. Ron's hands traveled upward to massage Kim's breasts, kneading the supple flesh with gentle hands as he dipped his head to kiss Kim's throat. Kim reached up to hold Ron's head there, nodding her encouragement as her nipples hardened under Ron's touch. She turned her head, seeking to take Ron's mouth with her own, but he ignored her questing lips as he continued nuzzling the side of her neck. Kim released a pleased gasp as Ron sent one of his hands to finger her sex and she ground her hips against the gentle pressure of his hand.
"I've missed you," Kim whispered as they swayed together under the warm shower. "You can't know just how much I've needed you."
"I'm here now, KP," Ron said as he continued to nibble at her neck.
"I know," Kim nodded as she slowly turned her body in Ron's embrace. "You are supposed to be washing my back," she stated as she gave Ron's nose a playful nip before meeting his lips with her own. Kim's tongue slipped easily between Ron's parted lips, hungrily questing as Ron ran his fingers through her wet hair. Kim shivered in delight, feeling Ron's arousal pressed up against her.
"We should do something to take care of that," Kim suggested as she wriggled her hips against him.
"And what would you suggest?" Ron asked with a wry smile.
"How about a rousing game of... Pinochle?" Kim answered impishly as she stuck out her tongue.
Ron chuckled as he turned the water off and snagged a large towel. He pulled the towel against Kim's damp mane to dry it slightly. Slowly he ran the rough cloth over Kim's perfect body, soaking up every droplet of water from her skin. Kim obligingly pressed her body against the gentle pressure of the towel, a contented smile on her lips.
"Your turn," she murmured as she pulled the towel from Ron's unresisting hands. Kim mimicked Ron's actions and mopped up the water from his flesh with loving, gentle caresses. She pressed her breasts up against Ron's chest as she ran the towel through his hair letting the towel cover his eyes as she placed yet another kiss on his lips. "I'm tired of just kissing you," Kim whispered huskily with half-lidded eyes. "I want you now."
"Hold on a sec, KP," Ron insisted as he pulled her in front of the mirror.
"What are you doing?" Kim asked as she gave Ron a dubious look.
Ron stood behind her and enfolded her in a tender embrace as he rested his chin on her shoulder. "Just look," he told her. "I want to share this with you."
"Ron, I've seen myself before," Kim countered.
Ron's hands roamed across Kim's chest, gently fondling her breasts. "I want you to see just how perfect you are." His left hand traveled upward and traced the line of her jaw as he placed a nuzzling kiss behind her right ear.
"Can you see what I see?" Ron asked as his right thumb lightly stroked her nipple. The little nub of flesh stiffened under his touch.
Ron moved his hand to rest between her breasts, lightly stroking up and down the bone there. "Your heart, your caring heart beats right here," he said in a low whisper.
"The smooth skin, your luscious lips," he described as he planted a warm kiss on her shoulder.
"Your fiery red hair," Ron ran his fingers through Kim's still damp hair, pulling the tresses to drape over her left shoulder.
"Arms so slim and so strong," he continued as he rubbed Kim's arm from shoulder to wrist.
Ron smiled lazily as he felt Kim melt in his embrace. "Then there's your 'secret place,'" he whispered against her skin.
Kim purred in appreciation, through half-lidded eyes she watched Ron's hand brush down her flanks and lightly caress her hips. She drew in a tremulous breath as Ron's fingers began working at the folds of her sex, spreading her moistness in smooth circular motions.
Abruptly, Kim arched her back and neck so she could return Ron's nuzzling embrace. "You are definitely getting lucky tonight," she sighed happily as she took hold of Ron's hand and led him to his bedroom. She paused at the bedroom door. "Is there anything in there that you might be too embarrassed to let me see?"
"I have no secrets from you, KP," he said with a shake of his head as Kim smiled at his expression of absolute trust and honesty.
"So what else did you have planned for tonight?" Kim asked as she seated herself on the bed.
"Some of this," Ron answered as he sat beside Kim and kissed her firmly, pushing her body to lie back on the mattress. As one, they shifted their bodies so that both of them were resting completely on the bed. Ron's hands explored Kim's body, lightly stroking her side while she moaned in her urgency.
Ron lowered himself along the length of Kim's body, firmly taking one of her stiffened nipples into his mouth as he cupped her breasts and she gasped in pleasure as his tongue flicked rapidly over that sensitive nub of flesh. Ron continued suckling at Kim's mounds for several minutes, gently, but firmly, squeezing them as Kim writhed under his attentions. While Kim moaned softly with her fingers twined about his hair, Ron continued his journey downward, licking down her ribs and belly. He adroitly drifted over her junction and resumed licking down Kim's leg.
Kim finally had to release her hold on Ron's head when he drifted too far downward. She could feel his tongue tracing random patterns inside her thighs as she brought one hand to her chest to pinch and tease at her breasts and the other to massage her pussy. Her hips bucked slightly as her fingers began to stroke her wet and sensitive flesh and her breath came faster and faster as the pressure built between her legs. Abruptly, the sensations cresting within her loins receded as Ron firmly grasped her hand and pulled it away from her sex.
"Uh, uh, uh," Ron admonished as he licked Kim's juices off her fingers. "That's my job," he said as he leaned forward to give Kim the attention she yearned for. His tongue expertly pushed between her wet folds as his fingers stroked just outside her opening. Kim's hips bucked wildly as Ron's fingers pumped inside of her and his tongue lightly flicked over her clitoris, sending sparks of pleasure flashing through her consciousness. Her hands clasped tightly to Ron's head as he continued to lick, suck and tease at her flesh. Ron's ministrations were rewarded once he felt Kim's body tense as an orgasm rippled through her. Kim shuddered violently as Ron slid his body up along hers to cradle her gently.
Kim looked at Ron with grateful and trusting eyes as she rolled him onto his back and straddled him. Her breath came in shallow, panting gasps as she slid her hips down until she could feel Ron's erect member pressing against her opening. Kim gave Ron a pleased smile as she lifted her hips and reached down to guide his member as she slowly sank down.
Ron let out a long, passionate moan as he felt Kim engulf his length inside of her. He thrust his hips up to meet Kim's downward motion, firmly burying his member inside of her. Kim planted her slender hands on Ron's chest, pushing him firmly against the bed as she smoothly pumped her hips along his shaft. Ron placed his hands on Kim's hips and tried to coax her into picking up the pace of her thrusts. Kim smiled enigmatically down at Ron as she ignored his urgings and continued her slow rocking motions.
Ron was nearly frantic with need as Kim finally began to slide along his shaft. He let out a satisfied hiss through clenched teeth as Kim slowly brought him to the brink. His hips bucked as Kim once again let her weight settle and rolled her hips sensuously on Ron's lap.
"Kim, stop teasing," Ron pleaded as he was drawn back from the brink.
"I thought you said good things come to those who wait," Kim countered as she continued her slow motions. "Besides, I'm enjoying myself here."
Ron shuddered slightly as he felt Kim's grip on his member ripple around him. "So-so am I," he managed to gasp out.
Kim relented and began to pump her hips faster and found her passions rising as her tempo quickened. Her breath came in quick, sweaty gasps as she felt the familiar pressure building between her legs. For his part, Ron was trying to hold onto the last vestiges of his control in an effort to prolong their mutual enjoyment. Ron puffed like a steam engine as Kim kept bouncing up and down his shaft and he pushed himself up into a sitting position so he could work at her jiggling breasts.
"I'm cumming. I'm cumming," Kim chanted repeatedly as she pulled Ron close, her hips moving ever faster. Ron was thrusting his hips off the bed to meet her, his pace slower than Kim's, but just as satisfying. Kim was bouncing rapidly now, letting out a long string of moans each time her pelvis met Ron's and she felt his shaft fill her. Her hair flew all over the place as she tossed her head from side to side locked in the throes of passion.
With a final, piercing scream, Kim came as her hips rammed down onto Ron's shaft one last time. Ron grunted explosively as Kim's pussy rippled around his cock, pulling it even deeper into her. The two felt the lightheadedness that followed their shared release and moved in the slow synchronism that came after great sex. Ron and Kim shared several tender kisses as Ron's member softened slightly in Kim's grip.
With a brazen smile on his face, Ron leaned back and regarded Kim thoughtfully. "You know, maybe we should have rented a room at a hotel in Upperton or something," Ron said slowly.
"Why?" Kim asked as she leaned forward to rest against Ron's chest.
"Well," he drawled, as his grin grew even broader. "I'm just not sure our houses are far enough apart. You get kinda loud when you cum."
Kim sat up in surprise, her cheeks flaming. "There's the pot calling the kettle black," Kim retorted hotly as she poked Ron playfully in the ribs. "I seem to remember you getting pretty loud yourself, Mr. Stoppable."
Ron pursed his lips in thought. "I don't seem to remember that," he replied with a challenging smile. "Can you prove it?"
Kim harrumphed in mock indignation and planted her hands on her hips. "Check the motto. I can do anything," she stated in a low seductive tone as her hands danced across Ron's chest and she leaned forward for another kiss.
A/N: Oy. What exactly possessed me to write this again? Oh yeah, felt I owed it to Kim and Ron before putting the two of them through hell and back. And for putting them through hell and back.
Kim's powers will eventually be covered. The effects of Ron's resurrection will be covered. And more clues about Uno will surface. Overall this one will be 'happier' than Foundations Laid.
Sorry this took so long to get out, but I've been busy with work and such. And I wanted to post this with a chapter that contained something in the way of plot. This was just lemon. Sure the lemon parts didn't come until about 3/4 of the way through, but still. Not really much point to this chapter except to explain that Ron and Kim are together.
So non-K&R worshippers, go ahead and fire your flaming arrows at me.
Plot will resume with the next chapter. Promise.