A/N: I'm just testing the waters. This is my first KP fic, hopefully I can finish it, unlike my other stories. I have 3 other KP fics, in the works. One of them will hopefully be up shortly after this. Like most other writers I'm a review-whore so tell me what you think. Flames are welcome …jeez that just screams desperate, huh? Anyway, Read and Respond.

Warnings - Um, PG-15ish? Well at least for now. Most likely it'll be a little lemony, but I'm not sure what's gonna happen. So you decide. Tell me what you want and we'll see what I can do.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible or any of the characters, I just want to "borrow" them for a little while.

"Into The Hollow"

Chapter 1 - Bender

Rustled, sweat-soaked sheets clung heavily onto Bonnie Rockwaller's lithe form as she slowly lifted herself up from the jade four-poster bed, desperately telling herself to ignore the full body ache she felt immediately after waking up. The cool silk sheets felt delightful, almost decadently so, against her soft, golden-brown skin; it was almost relaxing, if not sensual enough to put her back to sleep. If only the whispered, knowledge that she didn't own such finely made silk sheets wasn't festering in her head, she just might have given into temptation. But, alas, things are never as simple as you wish them to be. Bonnie sighed as she felt her bedmate tussle and held her breath, hoping against hope that consciousness would elude her sleeping companion, but of course it's never that easy, is it? Bonnie's shoulders grew taunt and sighed once more as she prepared herself for the ever-dreaded 'Morning After' colloquy. She looked over, staring intently at the 'lump', her mysterious lover, burrowed deeply beneath the dark, green sheets and blankets. Maybe I got lucky and slept with a deaf, mute. At least then we could skip the morning pleasantries…

"Mmmrgh, you up already?" a muffled, and groggy voice asked from beneath the oppressing weight of the covers. Damn, I guess mutes out…She briefly considered the voice she just heard, the pitch was awkward, while lower than hers, it sounds more gruff, than deep. Her idle thoughts were now leaning towards her midnight lover's age. On a good note, the voice was definitely too high to be an older man, which was good, because, well… can you say 'Eww'? Bonnie just prayed the voice wasn't too young. She really didn't feel like having to change her name to 'Mrs. Robinson'

"Yea, I'm up," Bonnie replied curtly, she idly wondered if there was something else she should say, some form of 'Morning-after precept' to follow, but at the moment her mind was drawing a complete, and utter blank. So instead, she sighed and began to lie back down against the nice, comfortable down pillow behind her. Temptation was too great. It'd be entirely too easy to just lie back, go to sleep, and pretend she had never woken up in such an awkward position. Damn it, Bonnie! How many times do I have to tell you? DON'T GO HOME WITH STRANGERS! What's so hard bout that, huh? She muttered to herself. Dumbass…

The brunette rolled her head around; searching for a comfortable position, before realizing it was the awkwardness of not knowing her partner that was keeping her comfort. She forcibly bit back another sigh before it could escape from her lips; if she didn't do something soon it just might become an annoyingly, bad habit.

Finally, fed up with the encumbering, tension that only she seemed to notice, Bonnie flung herself to her feet. She did a quick, peripheral scan of the room she had sleep in, distantly noting the tasteful in which it was decorated. For such a large room there were only a few personal items visible, but in no way did it give the room a sparse, nomadic feel. Actually, in her nowhere near humble opinion, Bonnie decided the room was pretty homey. But that didn't matter at the moment, for now all that mattered was finding her clothes and the getting the fuck out. She could critic the homes décor when she was safe and sound in her own bed.

On the floor, lying by her discarded skirt Bonnie saw a pair of earrings that didn't belong to her. They appeared almost gothic, little pentagram earrings with cuffs. She briefly thought of some dykish-looking chick she saw on some science fiction show, she'd happened to watch, for some reason. Then it registered. Earrings. Female earrings, and most definitely not hers, at that. Looks like I've figured out something about Mr. Wonderful, she grimly thought to herself. Great job, Ms. Hoe-muffin, you just had a nightcap with a womanizing, man-whore. Maybe if we're lucky he'll be a serial killer too. Bonnie grinned, self-deprecatingly.

Haphazardly dress and ready to go, Bonnie decided to say farewell. It was the least she could do, she figured, after her host had been so accommodating. Even if she could barely remember a damn thing…

"Thanks, it was…" the brunette searched her mind for the right word to say. She couldn't really think of what to say about last night and the more she tried, the more those sought after thoughts eluded her.

Contrary to popular belief, she wasn't really a big fan on casual sex; not that she found anything wrong with it, it just wasn't for her. It wasn't like she was waiting for Prince Charming to come sweep her off her feet, she was a modern girl after all, and she had no scruples about being the pursuer in a relationship. In fact, she found it quite liberating. It made her feel like a fierce tigress stalking her prey. She may not have been born a fighter in real life, but in the dating scene she was among one of the best, a tigress in her own right, and like in every other aspect of her life, she wasn't afraid to admit it.But none of that was important at the moment. All she wanted to do was leave. So she tried her farewell again.

"…Uh, yea, so I'll, um, be leaving now."

Bonnie mentally berated herself for stupid she sounded, but didn't stop in her course. Her hand was already gripping the doorknob when a voice, unmuffled this time, replied. "What's that, Princess" the voice tauntingly replied. "No 'Goodbye Kiss'?" She froze.

"But I thought we had so much fun…" the voice mock-pouted.

As Bonnie's head snapped back towards the direction of the bed, her ice-blue eyes clashed powerfully with deep, jungle green. Bonnie's eyes widened, almost comically as she took her now awakened lover's features. Haunting, but mirthful pea green eyes, dark, flowing hair, that almost seemed to soak up all surrounding light, and full, pouty lips curved in a sardonic smirk, just begging to be knocked off. Bonnie's eyes briefly trailed lower, taking note of the unencumbered full breast peaked with dark, hardened nipples, before she quickly shutting her eyes and looking away.

"Oh, Shit!"

Actually, Bonnie thought, cynically, Mrs. Robinson is sounding a helluva lot better than this…