Disclaimer: No, I still don't own Kim Possible. I just enjoy using the character arch-types in stories.
"Bon-Bon, if your mom does find out? Do you think she will ever trust you to have someone else over? What if she won't let me in the house again?"
The tanned girl paled. "Ron-Ron," this was in a little girl voice that neither Kim nor Ron had heard from her before, "I'm sorry." Her head went to his chest and his arms went around her by instinct.
"It's okay, Bon-Bon. Just sometimes we need to go by the rules instead of pushing them in vagaries."
She looks up at him with big watery eyes, "Weally?"
Ron was in shock, there was in existence finally one face that could out do Kim's puppy dog moon eyes. The only response that he made was a nodding of the head.
"Okay, next time I will make sure," she replaced her head on his chest, her cheek nestling his pectorals.
"Bonnie? Are you okay?"
"I am right now. Ron-Ron is here. There can't be anything to bad if that is the case."
Kim looked at Ron and he flashed his 'What can I say?' look at her as he held the cheerleader. "Well, Mom may have said no making out in front of the door only. But this is MY room so keep it tame here. First person to make out in my room will be me."
"You mean you and Josh haven't made out?" queried the brunette.
"Not here. It's too likely for my dad to find out. I really don't want Josh launched into space. I don't think that he would enjoy it either."
"True."
Bonnie took a deep breath and stretched from Ron's embrace. "I probably need to start to head home. Want a lift, Ron-Ron?"
"Sure, that would be great. Kim, thank your mom for the cookies? And, if you could ask her not to tell my parents about the PDA?"
"Not a problem, Ron. You have covered for me enough. Give me a call tonight and we can go over the Latin homework."
"Sounds like a plan. You ready Bon-Bon?"
"Sure thing Ron-Ron, Kim, thank you for letting me come over. Don't forget that you Tara and I are going shopping tomorrow after practice."
"I won't, Bonnie."
Kim followed the two down the stairs and to the front door. In the living room Bonnie said good bye to Kim's dad and again to Kim when they went out the door. After shutting the door Kim put her back against it and slid to the floor. At the curious look of her father she gave him the answer, "This has been one of the weirdest weekends ever." He responded with a chuckle.
After they got into Bonnie's car, Ron turned to her, "Bon-Bon? Are you going to be okay to drive?"
"Yeah, Ron, I just got kind of emotional. That only happens… Let's see, today is the nineteenth, ah, yeah."
"What?"
"Had to do some counting, I am like clockwork. And IT is just on time."
Ron look puzzled at her, "It?"
"My 'friend'," still no sign of realization from her new beau, "my monthly visitor."
Confusion still reigned on his face. "Think health class. Think differences between boys and girls?"
Realization struck him like a thirty-eight ton anvil. "Oh, right…" Ron began to get very nervous. "So, do you need to go to the store, or something?"
"Relax, Ron-Ron, I have plenty at the house. And I wouldn't make you go to the store for that until we had been dating a while anyway."
Relief cascaded over Ron's face. Bonnie smiled to herself. There are some things that are common to all guys be they jock or freak. "Want to go to your home or my home?"
"Probably need to go to my place. I have homework to get finished and I don't want to do detention this week. I have a reason not to be in there."
"Home it is then."
The drive to his house was uneventful. Again they shared the quiet of the car. At various points they had sighed together and turned to look at each other grinning shyly. When they arrived, Bonnie turned off the car and leaned over to Ron. The two met, their lips touching as their hands lightly touched the others cheek. Small light kisses passed between them for what seemed to be seconds, until there was a tapping on the window.
Outside was Ron's father standing there just grinning at his son. Oh no, BUSTED. Ron gave Bonnie another quick, slightly harder kiss. "Talk to you later, Bon-Bon."
"Not if I talk to you first, Ron-Ron."
They smiled to each other as he slid out of the car. He closed the door and waved to her as she drove away. Sighing deeply he turned to his father.
"Ronald, son, I think we may need to have a talk."
Authors Notes: Sorry this is later than normal.
