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Warning: this chapter contains a moderately graphic sexual situation. If you are easily offended by such things, well, don't say I didn't warn you.

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Ron gave Kim a gentle squeeze and inhaled slightly. His nose captured the scent of her hair, her skin, her perfume (of which she wore only a very little) and a touch of strawberries, from her favorite body lotion. It was her own unique fragrance, one he had long been aware of, but never really appreciated. Kim turned to look at him, a questioning smile on her lips. She was leaning against his chest as they sat on the sofa in the living room of her home. It was the day after the end of their suspensions and groundings, the first time they'd had together in what seemed like forever. Amazing how three days could seem like an eternity. Ron didn't count the mission. They'd been too busy throughout for him to call it time spent with Kim, even though he'd been in her company the whole time. He grinned. Life was weird that way.

"What?" Kim asked quietly.

"I was just thinking how much I enjoy being with you, Kim," Ron answered. Kim's smile changed from questioning to contented, and perhaps a trifle smug. She returned to her relaxed position and murmured, "Almost as much as I enjoy being with you, I'll bet."

Ron smiled to himself. Kim sounded a lot happier today. She'd been in kind of a weird mood after they'd got back from the Caribbean. Not gloomy, exactly. Pensive was more like it.

"I'm glad you've cheered up, too. You were in a bit of a funk yesterday," he commented. Kim sighed deeply, and Ron made a face. 'Maybe she isn't over whatever was bugging her,' he thought, regretting that he'd mentioned it. As if in answer to his thought Kim spoke.

"Do you think Drakken and Shego will make it? As a couple, I mean?" Ron sensed an undercurrent to her words, an unspoken 'Will we make it?'.

"I don't know, Kim. Nothing in life is guaranteed, you know. My folks always say that relationships don't happen by magic. They take constant work to maintain."

Kim turned to look at him again.

"I mean," Ron continued, "We've had to work at being friends, and we'll have to work at being a couple, too."

Kim blushed slightly, as if aware of her transparency, but smiled and laid a hand on Ron's cheek.

"When did you get so insightful?" she asked, her voice at once amused and curious.

"When I pay attention, I can read you like a book, Kim, just like you do to me," Ron responded gently.

"As for Drakken and Shego, no matter what happens between them, I doubt we've seen the last of them," he added.

Kim sighed again. "I suppose you're right. Old habits die hard, after all." That was true. Drakken hadn't been entirely honest about the stolen jewelry, for example. Most of it was where he'd said it would be, but some of it had been missing. "Still, if they do grow to love each other, they might find a new purpose for their lives."

"I won't hold my breath," Ron answered.

"Cynic," Kim accused, smiling.

"Realist," Ron retorted with a grin.

Kim got a peculiar look on her face, an almost conspiratorial one. She sat up and turned so she was facing him. The smile on her lips grew broader. She leaned forward and kissed him.

"There's something to be said for realism," she admitted in a provocative voice. She kissed him again and put a hand on Ron's leg. There was nothing new about that, except that the hand was on the inside of his leg, and was drifting upstream. Ron's blood started surging and his pulse quickened. When Kim's fingers drifted across the suddenly tight cloth covering his crotch Ron gasped. When they lingered there, massaging him gently, he thought he might have a heart attack right then. Kim ceased her kissing and drew back slightly, staring into his eyes. She said not a word, just smiled at him. It was a playfully sly smile, like she had a secret, and... Ron lost his train of thought when Kim's eyes fell to his crotch and her other hand joined the first in working at the fly of his jeans.

"Kim," he rasped. Her eyes returned briefly to his. "Shh," she shushed him. The button at his waist popped open, followed by the zipper being drawn down. In the back of his mind Ron welcomed the easing of the constriction. In the front of his mind he wondered if this was really happening, or if he was only dreaming. He fervently hoped it was the former.

Kim undid the snap on his boxers, spread the cloth, and smiled. A finger traced up and down his length. Kim looked up again. "Very nice," she commented, her fingers now encircling him and stroking gently. Ron gasped and tensed up as a wave of pleasure shot through him. Kim seemed to know just how to handle things to get the maximum effect, and Ron had an inkling of why that was. He let himself relax, sagging back against the couch, reveling in Kim's ministrations. This was nothing like doing it himself. It was far, far more intense, and as a result it didn't last. Ron held off as long as he could, but when Kim leaned forward again and breathed into his ear the words "Do it" he lost the battle, and erupted.

Kim couldn't help but giggle. The look on Ron's face when she had started in on him had been priceless, matched only by the sheer wonder she had felt as she watched his face while she touched him. Now Ron was slouched back in the couch, panting, utterly relaxed, his head tipped back and his eyes closed.

For her part, Kim gazed at the spectacle below her. Strands of glistening fluid streaked Ron's belly. Kim had never seen a man ejaculate before, even when she'd been experimenting in Ron's body. She had closed her eyes every one of the few times she'd been able to try it. It had been an interesting slight, to say the least. She hadn't realized the system had that much power, to throw the stuff as far as it had.

The stuff. Kim stared at it. She knew all kinds of rude terms for it, but didn't allow herself to think them. Nor did she admit the clinical term. For some reason she just didn't want to. Kim noted, with slight disappointment, that Ron was softening, even under the continued caress of her fingers. An idea as to how to fix that popped into her head. It would require something on her part that she wasn't sure she wanted to do, but...

She scooped up a dollop of it. Opinions among the girls at school were varied. Some claimed it was disgusting while others loved it. There was only one way to find out. Kim tasted it. She pondered the sensation. There wasn't really any flavor at all. Perhaps a touch of sweetness, but that was about it. She made up her mind, and scooped up a much larger glob. She cleared her throat. Ron opened his eyes. Kim showed him her finger, and what was on it. Then, quite deliberately, she licked it off. Ron's eyes widened.

"Essence of Ron," Kim purred, swallowing theatrically. "Delicious." She smiled as her fingers felt Ron grow hard again. It had worked! She leaned forward.

"Now, since you're 'up for it', what do you say to an encore performance?"

Ron grinned. "If this is dream, I'm gonna kill myself when I wake up," he proclaimed. "An encore would be great," he added in a more relaxed tone. "And then it'll be your turn!"

Kim smiled. "If we have enough time." That was an issue. It was only four thirty, so in theory they had an hour at least before Kim's parents and brothers got home.

"In the meantime," Kim said, "One encore, coming up." She giggled at the pun, then gave Ron a smoldering look. "Except this time, I think I'll use my mouth."