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Does anyone have documentation (or even just remember) the names
I gave the chapters of Moods and Moods2? I never wrote them
down, so they were lost when my account was wiped. Any help would
be appreciated.
Ron ran his hand around the bottom of his popcorn bucket. 'Definitely empty,' he told himself. 'Jumbo popcorns just don't last as long as they used to.' He eyed Kim's popcorn. She had opted for a small, and was picking at it slowly. Ron weighed taking some of it, and decided not to, hunger pangs or no. Instead, he sipped his soda and turned his attention to the movie screen. He scowled.
'This movie sucks!' he thought. 'Whoever told Brad Pitt that he could act should be shot.' Well, maybe that wasn't fair.
'Pitt might have all the acting talent of a block of wood, but he's still better than I would be.' Ron sighed and leaned back in his seat. He glanced at Kim. Her eyes were focused on the screen, but seemed a little glassy.
'Ah, Kim,' he mused. He had to find a way to pay her back for that remark at Bueno Nacho.
'More bases!' Ron had thought his hormone glands were going to burst into flames from overwork when she'd said that, even if it had been half in fun. Ron felt his blood heat as he remembered that it had been half serious, too. He swallowed nervously.
'I wonder if she'd mind if I put my arm around her?' he asked himself, then gave himself a mental jerk. 'Of course she wouldn't mind, dumb ass. You did it at BN, even had your hand on her butt!' He hadn't meant to, and removed it when he realized his offense, but Kim hadn't protested, frowned, done anything. Except smile. Ron's eyes widened, and he briefly allowed himself to wonder what else he might be able to touch. He shook himself. 'Remember, this is your best friend. She's not a sex toy. Be respectful.'
Kim happened to turn her head just then, and Ron found himself staring into her eyes.
"What?" she asked.
Ron blinked, fought down panic, gulped, and said, "Ah, nothing! I was just, ah," he was groping for something to say when inspiration struck. "I was just feeling like I had to yawn," he said offhandedly.
Kim smiled and raised an eyebrow. "Yawn, huh?" Ron nodded eagerly. "Well, if you do, I've heard that stretching helps," she offered. Ron didn't move a muscle, but inside he was turning cartwheels. Then he yawned theatrically, keeping his arms rigidly at his sides. Afterward he rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Hmmm. That wasn't very satisfying," he declared solemnly. He yawned again, stretching his arms wide. He settled one over Kim's shoulders, and smiled. "Ah, that's much better," he proclaimed. Kim smiled and leaned against him, laying her head on his shoulder. "I like it too," she murmured.
Kim sighed happily. The movie might suck, but she hadn't really been paying attention. Brad Pitt was pretty enough to look at, she decided, but he had the personality of a dead fish. She couldn't understand what Jennifer Aniston saw in him.
'He must be a lot warmer in person than he is on screen,' she mused before banishing all thoughts of actors from her mind and focusing on more important matters, like luxuriating in her present circumstance. Ron's arm clasped her with a gentle possessiveness that both surprised and delighted her.
'Though,' she chortled silently, 'I shouldn't be surprised that he 'wants' me. After what I said at Bueno Nacho, he must be in hormone hell.' Kim smiled to herself and snuggled a bit closer to Ron. 'I never thought any good would come of that time Ron and I switched bodies, but now I'm glad we did.'
Thanks to Dr. Drakken, Kim knew from first hand experience what it was like to be a teenaged boy. It had been enlightening and unnerving to feel how Ron's body reacted to the mere sight of a pretty girl. Any pretty girl. Bonnie, Tara, Monique, even her own body. That had been the ultimate weird, getting worked up thinking about herself. She gazed up at Ron.
'I wonder if he felt the same way?' He almost had to, she decided. By unspoken agreement, they had never discussed their experience, which was good, since it meant Kim didn't have to explain that she'd been unable to resist the temptation to take certain 'ahem' liberties. She blushed. She wasn't positive, but was pretty sure Ron had as well.
'On the bright side, at least we know how it feels for a member of the opposite sex.' She giggled, and Ron glanced down at her, his eyes questioning. Kim smiled.
"Nothing," she assured him. "Just thinking happy thoughts." Ron relaxed, and Kim returned to her snuggling. Then, Ron's hand moved. Just a bit. Kim forced herself to stay relaxed. Was he going to...? She felt Ron's thumb touch the edge of her breast and drift gently across it. He was! She smiled happily. Somewhat to her disappointment the thumb didn't hurry back, but there would, she was sure, be other times.
