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I've decided, after some reflection, to change Moods 2 just a bit. What I had earlier posted as an alternate ending will now become a regular chapter. The old chapter 12 will become chapter 13.

Ron approached the school with something very like dread gnawing at his guts. Yesterday afternoon one of the most amazing things in his entire life (to date) had happened, something he'd been dreaming about ever since he hit puberty and found out what the word 'fellatio' meant. It had been as wonderful as he'd ever imagined, maybe even better, and the fact that it was Kim that had done it to him should have been the icing on the cake.

At the time, it seemed like it was. Even after Ron left for his own house, he'd been on a cloud. His euphoria had lasted all the way until bed time, and then it had ended. Not a crash and burn end. Nor was it a mere return to normal levels of emotion. Instead, some kind of barely perceptible, nameless feeling had started nibbling at the edges of his mind. He'd found himself unable to sleep, his thoughts whirling out of control as he wrestled with whatever it was that was bothering him.

Finally, in the wee hours of the morning, between fitful bouts of nightmare haunted sleep, Ron had put a name to what was bothering him.

He was afraid. Of exactly what, and why, he hadn't been sure at first. Then, as the sky outside his window began to lighten, Ron had finally put his finger on just what it was that terrified him so. What he and Kim had done had been a step across a line than couldn't be taken back. They had done something that would alter the fundamental nature of their relationship forever, had altered it forever, and only now was Ron realizing the enormity of what they had done.

Ron saw Kim waiting for him, saw her smile and wave when she caught sight of him. Part of him wanted to run away and hide. Another part wanted to ignore her, or pretend somehow that what had happened yesterday hadn't really happened at all. Just why that was, he couldn't really say. He loved Kim. He had said so, and meant every word of it. So why should the physical act of love be more daunting to him than the expression of the emotion?

Ron waved back and returned the smile, then took Kim in his arms and hugged her. She clung to him, snuggling close. Ron inhaled deeply. She smelled wonderful, as usual, and her scent temporarily settled his thoughts.

"I love you," Ron whispered fiercely. "I love you."

Kim looked up at him, a puzzled expression on her face.

"Is something wrong?" she asked.

"No," Ron lied, then changed his mind. "Yes. I'm all mixed up inside, Kim."

"About us?" Kim asked.

"Yes," Ron confessed, his heart wincing at the stricken look that flashed across Kim's face.

"Well," Kim said, taking his hand, "Let's talk about it. I'm sure we can work it out." She led him toward a bench near the flagpole. Hedges screened it somewhat. It wasn't private, by any means, but it was out of the way. Kim took a seat, and Ron planted himself beside her.

"Now," she invited, "tell me how you're feeling."

Ron began to talk. He would later admit that he didn't give a very coherent explanation, but Kim didn't seem to mind. She sat, listening patiently, while Ron poured out his troubles. Finally he wrapped up by saying, "I guess I didn't realize until yesterday just how much our relationship has changed, K.P., and it sort of took me by surprise. Scared me, too."

Kim didn't say anything at first, just leaned in and laid her head on Ron's shoulder. Then, after a long silence, she said, "I know exactly how you feel."

"You do?"

"Yeah. Remember what happened in The Chair? I couldn't tell you that I loved you, because I was afraid of all the baggage that went along with admitting how I felt."

Ron nodded slowly. He would never forget the shattering events of that wonderful night.

"I was afraid, and you helped me. Now you're afraid, and I'll help you. I'm not sure how, just yet, but we'll find a way."

Ron stared at Kim, amazed by the calm resolution in her voice. He shouldn't have been, he reminded himself. Kim Possible wasn't one to back down from a challenge.

Kim relaxed immensely as Ron bared his soul to her. She'd been half expecting him to say that what had happened had been a mistake, that they should just stay friends. Kim didn't know, didn't even want to think about how she would have reacted if Ron had said that. It was too devastating to contemplate. Thankfully he hadn't said anything of the sort. Instead, Ron explained how awkward he felt.

"I mean, think about it, K.P. Here we are, best friends having a before school chat, just like we've done thousands of times before, but today it's different. It feels different, at least to me because, well, for Pete's sake, sixteen hours ago..." Ron paused, as if working up his nerve, a kind of wild eyed look of disbelief on his face. "Sixteen hours ago you had my..." Ron blushed, unable to bring himself to say the word. "You know...in your mouth!" He said it quietly, but in a tone that made it clear he still had trouble believing it had actually happened.

"I know," Kim agreed. "I can't quite believe it either, even though I'm the one who started the whole thing. Looking back, it almost seems like it was someone else doing it."

Kim felt Ron's arm go around her. He seemed to take comfort from touching her, and she gave him a reassuring smile.

"You know what I think?" she asked.

Ron shook his head.

"I think part of our problem is that we're (ahem) 'blowing things out of proportion'," Kim said, giggling as Ron blushed.

"What do you mean?" he inquired.

"I mean, what happened yesterday was the closest either of us has ever come to, you know, having intercourse. I won't say that isn't a big step forward for us, or that we shouldn't think of it as a special event, but we need to put it in perspective too. I think that right now, we're giving it more weight than it deserves, simply because for the time being it's a unique experience." Kim paused and looked up at Ron, who was regarding her thoughtfully.

"Does that make any sense?" Kim asked him.

Ron seemed to think about it for a while. "Yeah, I guess it does," he allowed at last. He glanced at her, and his expression grew sly. "If we're making more of what happened than we should, I think the only solution is to take steps to make it a not-so-unique event. Don't you agree?"

Kim blushed rosily and lowered her eyes demurely.

"Why, Ron, what an audacious thing for you to say."

Ron just grinned. "Well, I never did get to return the favor after all, so I sort of owe you."

"Yes," Kim agreed. "You owe me two orgasms, Ronald Stoppable, and I mean to collect on your debt."

"When?"

Kim considered briefly. "How about Saturday? The Tweebs have a double header soccer game in Upperton, and Mom has a couple of appointments at the hospital. That should give us three or four hours, at least, for you to pay me what you owe." Kim's voice went sultry. She ran a hand along the inside of Ron's thigh and added, "And who knows? Maybe we'll have time for more than that."