Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible, yadayadayadah . . .

A Note From the Authoress: Look! An update! I know it's a pretty short chapter, but I was going to add another scene onto the end, but it was entirely pointless, ruined the mood and would have been ridiculously short anyways, so, here you go! It's not going to be a pure fluff-fic, I swear, this is just exploring their relationship after the Prom. Yup, inspired by So the Drama. :-D And just a brief note: I just attended my Junior Prom last night. It was fun, but unfortunately I wasn't as lucky as Ron or Kim. Maybe next year, though. Oh, and I'll probably be moving this story over to my Carmen Rose account pretty soon, so keep a look-out!


Chapter One

Kim gazed up at the moon and stars, contemplating all that had happened in the past week. Everything Bonnie had said about the Food Chain was entirely untrue, in fact, everyone but Bonnie was congratulating them, giving Ron a pat on the back (at which he'd blush and tug nervously on his collar in the way that always made Kim laugh) and Kim a knowing smile. But it really didn't matter what they thought, anyways; lying here with Ron, the jungle gym platform hardly large enough for them both, their legs dangling off opposite ends, their fingers loosely intertwined, she felt everything had finally fallen into place. After years of longing and confusion, here they were, together at last.

"KP?" Ron asked, tightening his hold on her hand.

"Yeah?"

He hesitated. She glanced over at him questioningly. ". . . nothing," he said finally. "Isn't the view great tonight?"

"Ron," she said, sitting up, "What were you going to say?"

"It was nothing, really." He released her hand to fold both of his behind his head, looking up at her. "I've forgotten by now, anyways." He grinned broadly at her as she shifted beside him, curling up quietly at his side, resting her head on his chest. It seemed too perfect, to fall in love with him, that is. She'd always expected it, really, and she'd waited, but it had never happened . . . from what she could tell. But it had been happening all along, the change from friendly devotion to unconditional, unrestrained love. She closed her eyes.

"I love you, Ron," she murmured, pulling herself closer to him, shrugging his jacket further over her shoulders. She buried her face in his shirt, smiling broadly at the wonderful sensations his scent induced. She felt his arms loop around her and she sighed contentedly, nuzzling into his chest. She often wondered if they'd be here, like this, had she not lost all inhibitions, had she not let down her guard for that brief moment . . . taking his hand (oh, how hers fit so perfectly within his!) and guiding him with her gentle presence. That split second, that single action, that one touch had changed everything; a dance, a kiss, and here they were.

He smiled down at her. "I love you, too, KP." He stroked her hair a few times and kissed the top of her head. Soon, he began to laugh. "Ya know, that's actually what I was going to say."

She propped herself up on one elbow, looking down at him tenderly. "Then why didn't you just say so?"

He shrugged, grinning and tugging on a lock of her hair. "Why should I tell you?"

She slapped his arm playfully. "Because I'm your girlfriend, that's why!"

"My girlfriend," he pondered briefly, smiling, "I rather like the sound of that." He sat up, leaning in slowly, as if to kiss her. She closed her eyes, tilting her head, her breath quickening, mingling lovingly with his own. He closed the distance between them, just one more moment and . . .

He pinned her to the ground, poking her ribs and tickling her mercilessly. "Booyah!"

"Ron!" she wailed batting at his hands uselessly in an effort to stop him. She laughed and it was more than music to his ears; it was heavenly, so heavenly, in fact, he ceased tickling her for a short moment: just long enough for Kim to flip him over and start tickling him back.

"KP! Way not cool!" he cried, laughing. She was smiling at him. Goodness, how he loved that smile! The tickling soon became wild, pinning one another, poking one another, he squeezing her waist as she lay trapped beneath him. She'd flipped on top of him, full of mirth, and, in one final attempt, he moved with all his might to pin her, landing on top of her, holding onto her waist . . .

. . . right down the slide. They tumbled into a great, giggly heap in the grass. He rolled off of her, chuckling with amusement. "You're such a klutz," she noted, moving atop him. He smiled at her. This was what he'd always dreamt of: a person to love this way, a person in whom he could confide anything, a person he could rely on, a person to protect, and to be protected by. It had taken him mere moments to realize she'd been here all this time. But she'd never showed any signs of seeing him the way he saw her. And so she couldn't have been the one. What he sought could only be mutual . . . and so he'd hidden his feelings from her all this time. The emptiness he'd felt was only an illusion, simply a figment brought on by his doubt in her feelings. She'd always been there. He could see it now, shining, glistening in her eyes as she looked down at him, her smile softening, her laughter subsiding. Her hair, beautiful and shimmering in the moonlight, fell down to brush against his face. "This is the best date I've ever been on," she said softly.

"For real?"

"For real." He put his arms around her, warming her from the cool night's air, his jacket having fallen off her shoulders in their little wrestling match on the jungle gym. Bueno Nacho and a trip to the park, the best date ever? He thought it rather funny that Kim, a cheerleader, should find this even remotely romantic, but she wasn't like the rest. Maybe that's why he loved her so much? He tightened his embrace as she leaned in closer, her eyes drifting closed. His hand moved upwards, to the back of her neck, lightly running up and down her skin there, sending shivers down her spine. Closer she bent down, capturing his lips in a romantic embrace. She smiled against him, kissing him again, whispering sweet 'I love you's into his breath. This was heaven.