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Ron sighed blissfully. His eyes were closed, and he was lying in bed; a warm silky, delightfully comfortable bed, sprawled out while she caressed him. Just who 'she' was wasn't exactly clear. Ron was pretty sure she was the young woman who played the part of Charity on Agony County. At least, that's who had undressed herself while he watched, and had slid into the bed next to him. But he had a funny feeling she had somehow...changed...since then. Still, given what she was doing, Ron wasn't going to worry about that.

He could feel her long hair tickling him as she covered him with gentle kisses. The warmth of her breath went well with the softness of her lips. It was all very...stimulating. Ron thought about opening his eyes to find out who she was, but was unable to do so. Instead, he tried to guess her identity by the way she used her hands and mouth to stimulate a certain body part.

"Oh! Yeah!" Ron murmured. "Keep that up, baby, and you'll have to wash your face in a minute," he chuckled quietly.

There was a muffled remark, sharply questioning in it's tone. Funny thing was, it seemed to come, not from the mystery girl at his waist, but from right beside him.

"Ron, it's my turn." There was something very familiar about the new voice.

Ron felt a knuckle jab at his ribs. He managed to crack an eye and peer to one side. Green eyes, burning with desire, looked at him from a face framed in auburn hair. Ron's own eyes flew wide open. "Kim?"

"Ron," she smiled and slid closer. As the covers moved Ron saw that Kim was utterly naked.

"Kim?" Ron repeated, as Kim straddled his waist. The other girl had vanished. Ron didn't know what to do. Part of him thought he should stop this, but an equal part of him was too entranced by Kim's gorgeous, naked flesh to care.

"Kim, what...why...?"

She leaned forward, her hips sliding back as she did so. "My fire needs stoking, Ron," she purred huskily, "and you're just the man for the job." Then, before he could utter a word of protest, she engulfed him...

"GAH!" Ron sat bolt upright. Cold darkness surrounded him.

"Ron?" Kim's voice. He turned, breathing heavily. She was sitting beside him, holding the blankets to her breast, looking at him anxiously.

"Huh? What?" he gasped.

Kim's expression went sympathetic. "You were deep asleep. I practically had to beat on you and yell in your ear to wake you up." Ron stared at her blankly.

"It's time to stoke the fire, and it's your turn," Kim explained.

"Oh, right!" Ron exclaimed as he woke up fully. Cold air could do that in a hurry. He started to turn to get out of the bed, then stopped.

"Uh, K.P., you might want to, uh, avert your eyes."

Kim gave him a puzzled look.

"I, uh, was having a dream, see, a fairly intense one and, uh..."

He blushed. Kim's eyes flicked down and noted the bulge beneath the blankets. Ron's ego thought it saw her eyes widen slightly before they returned to his face.

"Oh, one of those dreams, huh?" she asked, her own cheeks flushing slightly.

Ron nodded, and she turned away, laying back down with her face toward the wall.

"Thanks, K.P.," Ron said gratefully, then hurried about his business. There wasn't much to it. A quick check of the clothes showed they were all but dry. A quartered section of log went through the door of the stove's firebox onto a bed of glowing coals. Before Ron shut the door tongues of flame were already licking up the sides of the wood.

As Ron returned to the bed and slid beneath the blankets Kim rolled onto her back again.

"So," she asked, a playful smile dancing on her lips, "was she pretty?"

"Yes," Ron stammered. That was no lie. Even in her present state: sweaty; with a touch of b.o.; with hair that was starting to get oil matted, Kim was still gorgeous.

"Anyone I know?" Kim inquired solicitously.

"You could say that," Ron allowed.

"And...?" she asked with a wave of her hand.

"I'd rather not say," Ron said, which, of course, was as good as a confession: Kim knew him too well.

"It was me, wasn't it?" There was no heat in her words. If anything, she sounded amused.

"Yes," Ron allowed, his face glowing with embarrassment.

"And what, exactly, were we doing that got you so...worked up?"

"Kim! Please!"

"Ron, relax. I'm just teasing. I'm a psych major after all. I know how dreams work. They're just random images strung together. The fact that 'central casting', if you will, put me in a sex dream you were having doesn't mean anything," Kim said reassuringly. Ron started to relax when she spoke again.

"Who was on top?"

Ron glared at her.

"Me, huh?" Kim smirked.

"Why do you ask?" Ron demanded sarcastically.

"If you must know," Kim said loftily. "Dream interpretation (which is a crock, of course) would say that means you see me as the dominant half of our little duo."

"Oh really?" Ron said, his voice dangerous (mock, but dangerous none-the-less). "You realize there is another possibility, don't you?"

"And that would be...?"

"That I'm the dominant one: the master, if you will, receiving pleasure from his obediently submissive partner," Ron proclaimed smugly. Kim glowered.

"Obedient? Submissive?" Kim leaned toward him, teeth bared. "How'd you like me to come over there and show you who's submissive?"

Ron leaned toward her, until their noses were only inches apart. "Is that a threat, or a promise?" he sneered.

Kim froze, drew back slightly. "Ron, do you realize what we're doing?"

Ron frowned thoughtfully, then looked up at Kim. "We're flirting," he said softly.

"We've never done that before, have we?" Kim asked, sinking back down on the bed.

"Oh, maybe a little, a few times," Ron said, laying down as well.

"But never like this," Kim said.

"Nope," Ron confirmed.

There was a long silence.

"It's the situation," Kim said finally. "We're in a quintessential romantic circumstance, and it's affecting our behavior," she reasoned.

"I agree," Ron said. There was another pause. "You flirt very well, though," he said quietly.

"You do, too," Kim replied with a gentle smile.