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WWLAOS: Not offended at all. Upon reflection, I think I broke my own rule and rushed through the chapter. It wasn't my best work.
jen: Whether or not something is arousing depends on circumstances and your own frame of mind. At least that's what I find.
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Ron opened his eyes. He blinked a few times, then frowned slightly. Something was wrong. He glanced around the small room. Everything seemed in order. So what was bugging him? He thought about it for a moment, then it hit him.
It was quiet.
The wind no longer roared like a banshee just outside the walls. Getting out of the bed Ron crossed to one of the windows and looked out. The sky was overcast, and it was snowing, but the snow was light, and the clouds were thin. Enough sunlight was getting through that Ron could see the opposite wall of the valley.
Snatching up his Kimmunicator Ron punched the call button. There was a brief delay, then a bleary eyed, pajama clad Wade appeared on the small screen.
"Hey, Ron," Wade said sleepily. "What's up?"
"Storm seems to have broken, Wade. The wind has died down and the snow's basically stopped."
Even in his present state Wade understood the significance of that.
"Let me call the resort and see if they're ready to come get you," he muttered. "Hold on a sec..."
While Wade turned his attention to the telephone, Ron went to the bed and gently shook Kim.
"Huh?" she murmured. "Ron, get back in bed. I'm cold," she added grumpily. Ron grinned despite himself.
"No can do, K.P." he said cheerfully. "You have to get up. The storm's over. That Sno-Cat will be coming for us soon."
Kim sat up, stretching and yawning. Ron watched, enjoying the way the fabric of her long underwear shirt moved over her torso. She gave him a penetrating look.
"What? Never seen anyone stretch before, Ron?" she asked, yawning again.
"Nope," Ron denied instantly. Kim gave him a warm smile
"Just what I need first thing in the morning...a comedian," she said as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed. She reached for her shirt and made a face. She sniffed a few times, grimacing as she did so.
"God, I stink," she complained. "I so need a hot shower." Her fingers scratched at her oily hair. "I feel so funky," she added with a slight grin.
"Tell me about it," Ron nodded, scratching his own head. "Four days is way too long to go without a bath, or brushing your teeth."
The Kimmunicator beeped. Kim took it from Ron.
"Go Wade."
"Morning, Kim," Wade greeted her. "I just got off the phone with the resort. Their head of trail grooming is warming up the Cat as we speak. He expects to head out in ten minutes, and to be at the cabin in no more than twenty."
"Great, Wade," Kim smiled. "We'll keep an eye out and let you know when we're safe and sound back at the hotel."
The time passed quickly. While they waited Kim and Ron tidied up as best they could. By the time they had finished and Ron had relocked the back door, the rumble of a diesel engine could be clearly heard coming up the trail.
Ron snapped the padlock shut on the front door and headed for the Sno-Cat. Kim was already inside, gazing out the window at the cabin with a sort of wistful expression on her face.
The Sno-Cat was one of the larger models, with an interior that was roomier than Ron expected. There was seating for seven people in addition to the driver. When Ron asked, the driver explained that this particular Cat was used to haul cross country skiers into the back country, as well as for grooming trails. Ron took a seat next to Kim, who smiled at him before returning her gaze to the cabin. The Sno-Cat started to move, and Ron found himself craning his own neck to look at it as it receded. His thoughts were jumbled. So much, and yet so little, had happened there. He glanced at Kim, grateful that her eyes were still fixed on the cabin.
'God, I love her.'
'Really? Or do you just want to bone her?'
'Would you shut up?'
'Not gonna happen Ronnie.'
Ron almost snarled at his inner voice. 'Look, I love Kim. I really do. And I want to have sex with her. Is that all right with you?'
There was a moment of silence. 'Well, I suppose,' the voice allowed, 'that if you really do love her, you could have sex with her.' Another pause. 'So, are you gonna do something about it, or just sit there like an idiot?'
Ron looked at Kim, then turned away quickly as her gaze shifted to straight ahead. 'Sure I'm gonna do something about it. Right after we get back and get cleaned up.'
The Sno-Cat dropped them off in front of the resort's hotel. To Kim's great relief only one reporter was waiting for them, and he represented a local paper, not a national media outlet.
"Ms. Possible, Mr. Stoppable, Luke Barrows, Grantsville Gazette, can I have a moment of your time, please?"
Kim smiled tolerantly. "Mr. Barrows...Luke, Ron and I are tired, hungry and in desperate need of a bath. Can this wait until later? Maybe tomorrow morning?"
"Of course," Barrows nodded. "If I could get a brief comment, though, I'd greatly appreciate it."
"Well, there isn't much to tell. The storm came up, Ron and I took shelter in one of the resort's summer cabins and waited it out. Not very exciting, I'm afraid. Still, it's good to be back in civilization. Will that do?"
Barrows looked up from his notepad. "Glad for the comforts of civilization, got it," he said. "I'll be back tomorrow after breakfast, how's that sound?"
"That'll be great," Kim murmured.
Kim luxuriated in the feel of hot water pouring over her as she scrubbed at her hair. She was on her second lathering, after a thorough and vigorous scouring of her body. It felt so good to be clean again. And to be warm. All that her current circumstance needed to be perfect was for Ron to join her so he could wash her back.
Kim took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She really had to stop thinking about Ron that way. Thinking about him gazing gently into her eyes as he lay atop her, his rigid length buried deep inside...stroking...
Kim shuddered and fought off the urge to 'tickle the taco'. She desperately wanted release, but resolved to wait until George could grant her the satisfaction she needed so badly. George. It was hard to think of him. Every time Kim tried to call his image to mind, Ron stepped up in his place. Sighing, she rinsed her hair, then sat down on the edge of the shower/tub and began to shave her legs and armpits.
'You don't even know if Ron is interested in you that way,' she chided herself. 'Although...' A sly smile touched Kim's lips. 'There are ways to find out.'
Ron was waiting rather impatiently for Kim to finish her shower. He'd let her have the first go, and was a bit surprised when she took more than half an hour to manage the affair.
'I shouldn't be surprised,' Ron told himself. 'Leaving aside the fact that she's a girl, how do you know you won't take thirty minutes?' He chuckled sourly. At least the room (suite, actually) they shared had a very fancy bathroom, one where the shower was in a separate room from the sink. So he'd been able to brush his teeth and shave while he waited. The latch on the shower room door clicked.
"All yours," Kim said with a cheerful smile as she emerged. Ron's jaw dropped. The suite came with two fancy terrycloth bath robes. Kim was wearing neither of them. Instead, she was clad only in a towel, wrapped around her torso and barely long enough to satisfy the needs of propriety. The upper edge of the towel, he noted, passed across her breasts, gathering them together, accentuating her modest cleavage. If said edge had been any lower...
The bottom edge, meanwhile... If Kim shifted her posture ever so slightly, Ron was sure he'd see everything.
"What?" Kim asked, moving to the sink as Ron's eyes followed. "Haven't you ever seen a girl wear a towel?" she asked, a hint of...something...in her voice.
Ron blinked, realized what he was doing. "Yes," he stammered. "Yes, I have. I've just never seen you wear a towel, that's all."
"And now you have," Kim said lightly, stepping up to the sink herself, while Ron gaped at her. After a moment she frowned slightly, and sniffed theatrically.
"Ron, you stink. Hit the shower, ok?"
Reddening with embarrassment Ron complied.
Ron felt a thousand times better after his shower. When he had dried himself off he reached for one of the robes hanging beneath the towel rack. He was lifting it off its hook when a thought popped into his head. Kim could have worn a robe, but she had come out in a towel. More interestingly, when he had stared like an idiot, she hadn't gotten mad. In fact, on reflection, everything about her behavior suggested that she was...pleased that he'd been staring. Was it possible Kim was attracted to him? And was offering subtle hints to that regard? Or was she teasing him? Ron pondered. Teasing wasn't out of the question, but his gut told him that Kim wasn't leading him on. But it was also possible that there was no hidden motivation: that Kim had simply decided to wear a towel for no reason at all. The question now was how to find out without being too direct about it.
'Turn about is fair play, they say,' Ron mused. Grinning a slightly evil grin Ron replaced the robe, took down a clean towel and wrapped it around his waist. He adjusted it so it rode across the tops of his hips, then opened the door and walked into the sink room.
Kim wasn't there. Not completely unexpected. She'd probably gotten dressed while she waited. A moment later he learned the truth of that, when she poked her head into the bathroom.
"About time," she smiled. As Ron busied himself at the sink, Kim lounged against the vanity next to him.
"I'm sure you're as hungry as I am," she began. Ron nodded silently, not turning his head. He seemed focused on his reflection, but he was actually watching Kim. He noted, with surprise and pleasure, that she was looking at him with an almost dreamy expression on her face. "The only question then is where do we want to eat?" It was a good question. The resort had two restaurants and a bar that also served simple meals. Given the extent of his appetite, Ron knew where he'd prefer to go.
"How about the one with the buffet?" he suggested.
"Works for me," Kim agreed. "Also, the resort manager dropped by while you were in the shower. He said he felt responsible for what happened to us, so our entire stay is 'on the house', including meals."
"It wasn't his fault," Ron protested.
"I told him that, but he insisted."
Ron grinned. "Well, if he insisted, I won't argue. I'll also be ordering filet mignon for dinner tonight."
Kim smiled again. She shifted her weight several times, as if she was going to lean forward but decided not to. Her hands twitched more than once, as well. Ron decided to probe a little. He glanced sideways at her.
"What?"
Kim blushed. She lowered her eyes briefly, then raised them again. She straightened.
"I was just admiring your physique," she offered boldly.
"My physique?"
"Yes." Her hand did reach out this time, settling between his shoulder blades and tracing down the length of his spine. She moved to stand behind him and brought both hands into play, exploring up his flanks.
"You have nice muscles, Ron," she said softly.
"Thank you, Kim, I've worked hard to get them," Ron returned, his tone light, but sincere at the same time. Kim responded by sliding her arms around him and resting her chin on his shoulder.
"They're very...sexy," she added, her eyes meeting his in the mirror. Ron's answer was a subtle shift in his expression, a slight quirking of lips and eyebrows. Kim reacted by closing her eyes, squeezing him tightly and pressing herself against him. Ron felt his heart flutter, and...
His stomach rumbled.
Loudly.
Kim's followed suit almost instantly.
"Food?" she asked, smiling weakly.
"Food," Ron nodded emphatically. "I'll get dressed and we can be on our way." He started for the main room, paused and looked back at Kim. "Would you mind waiting here?" he asked.
Kim surprised him by pouting, then grinning impishly.
"Do I have to?"
