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A Note From the Authoress: Okay, first off, I'm warning you that this chapter is almost completely fluff. I don't know what got into me. There's one piece that isn't. Also, I have fluff in here that's not Ron/Kim. It's a pairing that actually is in the series, but I've seen very few (if any) fan fics in support of them. So, for a little side story, I tried it out here. Enjoy that!
Another thing, although this chapter is Fluff Like Woah, come the next chapter, it's going to get extremely dark, and, because of this, I might bump the rating. It's going to start introducing new characters, and there's going to be a great deal of things dealing with the occult . . . so . . . watch out. ;) I don't know when the next chapter will be up, because I have exams for the next two weeks, but I might be able to swing it . . . we'll see . . .
captainkodak1: Thank you for your kind review. All of the things you've mentioned are going to play a big role in the rest of the story, so I hope you enjoy.
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And now, after that long rant, here's the next chapter!
Chapter Three
Mrs. Possible could not help but be shocked by the sight before her, but it was a . . . pleasant surprise, she concluded. Of course, she'd rather Kim and Ronald not show such physical affection out in the open, particularly on their living room couch when Mr. Possible was due home in a few hours. She, of course, could tell that very little, if anything had transpired between the two, quite easily displayed by the presence of two full sets of pajamas on both teens, the blanket firmly wrapped about the both of them, Pandaroo's little head peeking out over the edge, and the fact that she was not awoken the previous night by any 'loud' expressions of pleasure; but her husband might see things a tad differently.
Mr. Dr. Possible had called her when the storm had begun to strengthen, informing her that he and the twins had managed to adjust the engine of the car, allowing them to drive to a nearby hotel, where they were spending the night, camping inside as a substitute, and would be returning home around noon.
She smiled at them for a moment, warming her hands on her coffee cup, remembering when they'd spend sleepovers like this. Of course, then, it was less romance and more of a precious, childish affection that drove them to behave like this, but nonetheless, she could do nothing but clasp her hands together over her morning brew and sigh contentedly. Kim murmured something in her sleep, cuddling closer to Ron. It seemed a crime to wake them, but they'd thank them later, when Ron wasn't on some deep space probe.
"Ahem," she coughed. Immediately, Ron jolted awake to stare up at Kim's mother in what appeared to be unmasked fear. Kim simply moaned and rolled over to wrap an arm round Ron's neck, Pandaroo squished between them. "H-h-hey . . . Dr. P. . . . what's shakin'?" he stuttered, trying to be surreptitious about pulling Kim closer; he just couldn't resist.
She raised an eyebrow at him in mock severity.
"It isn't what it looks like, I swear, Mrs. Dr. P. I would never do that to Ki . . ."
She waved her hand dismissively in front of her. "I know, I know, Ron. But her father might not see it that way."
Struck by the realization, he quickly (not to mention a tad bit fearfully) moved to sit up, only to be held down by Kim's fierce embrace. Her mother chuckled in amusement.
"Five more minutes," she said seriously before walking off, sipping at her coffee.
Ron sighed in relief, looking down to see Kim clutching at his pajama top, as if he were a replacement for Pandaroo. Grinning, he gently lifted her chin to him, careful not to wake her, and pressed his lips softly against hers. Waking, she pulled him closer, arms round his neck, deepening the kiss. She suddenly felt lightheaded, as if the world were falling away from her, or perhaps she was falling through the rabbit hole, to a world where nothing was the same, but at once, more beautiful than anything she'd ever experienced. Down, down, down . . . She felt a weakness as he held her, pulled her close, sweetly, lovingly embracing her, his lips tenderly against hers. Dizzy, she could think only of him: Ron Stoppable, and how much she wished for this moment to last for a lifetime, and longer, to be suspended in ecstasy for eternity, only he and she, forever. Would the fall never come to an end?
He pulled away, smiling. "Good morning, Sleeping Beauty." Running his thumbs lovingly over her face, he leaned in once again to rub his nose against hers. It was funny, almost, she thought. She'd never seen Ron as much of a romantic, but since the Prom he'd become so charming (or had he been that way all along, and she too preoccupied to notice?), she thought herself the luckiest girl at Middleton High.
She giggled, pulling Pandaroo from between them. "Since when did you become so witty?"
"Since I've had that line in mind for the past ten minutes."
Kissing his cheek, she giggled and took his hand within both of hers, leaving Pandaroo on her chest, rising and falling with her breaths. "I wonder what my mom would say if she found us like this."
"Oh," he began casually, "she already did."
Her eyes went wide.
"She said we had five more minutes," he continued. He absently twined a lock of Kim's hair around his finger. "But of course that was about four minutes ago. Your dad's coming home soon."
With a bit of difficulty (considering Ron's grip on her waist was quite firm), she rolled off the couch, taking Pandaroo and the blanket with her.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked, amused by her childish tendencies. He couldn't help but notice the familiarity in the way Pandaroo was balanced between her arm and her breast.
"No use wasting a perfectly good snow day!" she chirped. "Meet me outside in fifteen." And with that she bounded up to her room to change, clearly have forgotten any disagreement that may have occurred the night before.
"I'd thought I'd figured out Kim Possible's weakness," Drakken ranted, "Boys, the research said." He continued stalking about his newest lair, having had to move from Egypt following Kim's intervention. He stumbled into a box, glared at it menacingly (if not childishly), kicked it, and continued on pacing. "But!" he declared, pointing a finger upward in an overdramatic fashion, "It wasn't quite specific enough."
"Ya think?" came Shego's sarcastic remark. She was lounging on a nearby chair, filing her nails, rolling her eyes at every word that escaped Drakken's mouth.
"Quiet, Shego," he growled, then continuing on with his spiel. "The use of a syntho-drone to twist her feelings before snatching the object to which she directed them was genius, if I do say so myself. But there was a fatal flaw in my plan."
"Isn't there always?" she said, combing her fingers through her raven tresses.
He ignored her. "The feelings were as fake as he was. Had she never known who he really was, what he really was, she'd have gotten over it as soon as her affections were focused on a real person again. That was the one risk in the plan, and of course, its one downfall. She loved the buffoon the entire time."
Shego looked up from her primping and polishing. "Earth to Drakken? Everybody knew that!"
"They didn't!" he retorted defensively.
"Everyone but them," she grumbled. "Dr. D., just get to the point already."
He cleared his throat. "I, Dr. Drakken, have discovered Kim Possible's weakness!" He stopped his pacing and stood proudly, arms thrust outward, head thrown backward in a classic evil genius fashion.
She rolled her eyes and returned her attention to her fingernails. She pondered, as she often did, why she did this, as her fingers were always covered by her thick, black gloves. Concluding it was for effect, she turned to look at him. "Which is?" queried an anything but enthused Shego.
He looked at her, suddenly shrunk into himself, wringing his hands menacingly in front of his chest. "Ron. Stoppable."
Shego's jaw dropped. She blinked a few times, trying to determine whether Drakken had actually said what she thought he'd said. "Wha- wha- wha- wait. What?"
"Aha!" he exclaimed, throwing his hand victoriously in the air. "I figured it out before you did!" he sang, resisting the urge to dance for joy at his supremacy.
She quickly shook herself out of shock, waving her hands in front of her. "No, no, no, I could've told you that two years ago!" She began to laugh almost. "I'm surprised you're just now figuring it out!"
"Then why didn't you say so earlier!" he shouted, suddenly angry at the realization that his realization was really old news. "And why did you seem so shocked?" He quickly grew quiet, glaring at her, a quite less than threateningly.
"Well, to answer your first question, everybody knew." He grunted in disapproval. "And as for the second, I can't believe you actually remembered his name." She grinned mischievously.
He violently shook her chair by the arms before proceeding to continue his pacing and ranting, telling of how the capture of Ron Stoppable would lead to a trap for Kim Possible, but, so blinded by rage, she'd not be able to set her sidekick, nor herself free, or perhaps she'd be so devastated she'd not even attempt to come for him. Either way, he'd win. Shego stared in wonder as his plan was displayed before her; a plan that might actually work. No, it would work. She saw no flaw; he'd gone to every measure, faking the last laser that she'd been after in Egypt. It was a small plan, only thwarting two people, but they were the only two that could stop them. And from there? They could conquer the world. Naturally, Shego would take control as soon as the opportunity presented itself. But she'd let Drakken do the hard part: the destruction of Team Possible.
Little did Drakken and Shego know, they were not alone in their plotting. Hiding in the shadows, a dark figure crept. Cloaked and hooded, it moved slowly, deliberately, taking notes on words, actions, intentions . . . The Superior will be most pleased.
"Gotcha!" Ron cried, nailing Kim with a snowball. She giggled and threw two back in response with a silly little 'haha!' added for effect. "Hey! Shouldn't you have a handicap or something? Ya know, something about being a teen hero?"
She laughed as another snowball came her way, barely missing her. "You missed!" In response, he trudged through the foot or so of snow over to her, promptly pushing her, very gently, down to the ground, kissing her forehead as he did so. She sighed dreamily, allowing him to do this, to gather her in his arms and simply hold her, cherish her. "Ron?" she murmured.
"Yeah?" he mumbled into her hair.
"You're crushing me," she said with a bit difficulty, and a bit more humor.
He rolled off of her, only to pull her on top instead. She smiled as he wrapped his arms tenderly round her waist. "Hi."
"Hi." She chuckled slightly, running her fingers through his now wet, snowy hair. "You're weird," she stated absently. "But that's why you're my best friend."
He made a face of mock indignation. "What ever happened to boyfriend?"
"Boyfriend, too," she confirmed, resting her head on his chest. She sighed as he reached his hand up to stroke her hair. They sat like that through several moments of silence until the sound of the slamming of a car door jarred them back to reality. "Looks like my dad's home," she whispered, unmoving. Ron tried to move, but found Kim was permanently latched onto him.
"Uh . . . Kim? I really don't like the idea of deep space probes and black holes . . ."
Before she could respond, her younger brothers came racing round the house, carrying pieces of scrap metal, presumably found on their little excursion and no doubt to be used on some form of invention that would have the fire marshal over at the Possible Residence banning them from yet another unexpected activity. They grimaced at the sight of Kim lying on top of Ron so, but ran off all the same with a 'hick-a-bick-a-boo' and a 'hoo-shaw.' "Tweebs," she grumbled halfheartedly.
Following them, scampered a thoroughly excited Rufus, who, upon seeing Ron, immediately leapt up, landing on Kim's back, causing her to laugh uncontrollably. He wobbled for a moment, before deciding to simply crawl down to Ron's pant pocket, sneaking inside and settling down for a nap.
Kim closed her eyes, tired of the interruptions, only wanting to stay in Ron's arms forever, safe within his protective (clumsy as he, himself, was) embrace. To her relief, he'd not mentioned their argument the previous day, and planned to keep it that way, despite the incessant way it tugged at her mind. Still, she whispered, probably too quiet for Ron to hear, "I'm sorry." She heard footsteps.
"Kimmie Cub . . ." came the familiar voice of her father. They both immediately sat bolt upright, Kim beginning to allow her lower lip to protrude forward, Ron staring in terror, his arms still around her, seeing only deep space probes and black holes.
"Hi, Daddy!" she enthused, quite a trick in combination with the beginnings of her patented Puppy Dog Pout. She watched him set down some more scrap metal and their camping tent.
He seemed as if to chastise her, but found himself no match for his daughter's lower lip. His stern expression soon gave way to a smile, before returning to warn, "Ronald, remember: Black. Hole. Deep." He grinned, saying something along the lines of 'have fun', not realizing the two teens were more occupied with one another to hear him, before heading inside.
With her father gone, Kim smiled and leaned in for a kiss.
Sneaking inside, Dr. James Timothy Possible closed the door quietly behind himself. He smiled at seeing his wife, undisturbed and apparently unknowing of his entrance, turned away from him, pouring herself a cup of coffee. He tip-toed up behind her, grinning ear to ear, before slipping his arms gently round her waist, tenderly kissing the back of her neck.
She smiled and set her coffee on the counter. "Welcome home, hon," she murmured, leaning back against him. "Have fun with the boys?"
"Mhm," he began, wrapping his arms more tightly about her, before continuing huskily, "Would have had more fun with you, though." He saw her blush and smiled, bending forward to brush his lips lightly against her cheek. "You and Kimmie have a girls' night out or anything?" He began rocking her side to side. She pressed further against him and closed her eyes.
"Oh, no, Ron stayed the night." She sighed and turned her head a bit, seeking his shoulder.
He stopped suddenly. "Ronald stayed the night?" he said suspiciously, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, James," she said, a bit exasperated, "Ron slept on the couch. It's not like they're going to do anything." His eyebrow lifted a bit farther. "Especially not with me around." Seeing the truth in this, he gave up on his overprotective father role and concentrated elsewhere.
"So," he started, a seductive hint in his voice, "Do anything interesting without me?"
"Hmmm, let's see," she teased, leaving her coffee abandoned on the counter. "I was really lonely. I couldn't help dreaming about this guy . . ."
"Oh? What sort of guy is he?"
"He's handsome, smart, and witty . . . he's a rocket scientist, you know." She moved her coffee away from the edge of the counter, so as not to be accidentally knocked off by anything that might transpire between them in the near future.
"I actually didn't know that." He sighed slightly, bending to bury his face in her neck. "What else?"
"Oh, I don't know." She turned round to face him, looping her arms around his neck. "He is just about the most handsome man I've ever met, the kindest, the most intelligent . . . a bit on the quirky side, but that's why I love him." She pressed her body closer to his, smiling up at him happily if not a bit seductively.
"Oh, you do?" he questioned, leaning in towards her, tilting his head to the side, quirking an eyebrow temptingly. He moved one hand up to the back of her neck, barely brushing his fingertips against her soft skin, feeling her short hair brushing against his fingers.
Losing herself in his eyes, she breathed, "More than anything." Pulling his hand flush across her skin, he pulled her in for a kiss. They broke away quickly. "Not now," she whispered fiercely, "the kids."
"Don't worry," he said. "They're all busy." He pulled her against him once more, savoring the feeling of her body so close to his. "We've got ten more minutes, at least." She gasped as he captured her lips with his again, pressing her back against the countertop slightly, holding her both fiercely and gently at once.
They'd not have stopped there had not the familiar voice of Jim (or was it Tim? In that situation, it could have been Kim and they'd not have known the difference) cried out in a disgusted tone, "Agh, ick! Not you, too! They're everywhere!" And with that, he ran out the way he'd come in, slamming the door behind himself.
Both Drs. Possible looked first at each other, then the door, and back to each other once more before bursting out laughing.
Thirty minutes following Jim's outburst (something about his parents having gone insane and mushy), Kim and Ron were sitting inside the snow cave they'd made after finding an incredibly deep snowdrift. Kim sighed, resting a hand on Ron's knee. She sensed something happening, some sort of dwindling between good and evil, as if something were about to occur, something terrible. Everything seemed too perfect: a loving best friend and boyfriend, they were about to graduate, they'd been accepted to Upperton University just a week prior (Kim for her grades and Ron sliding by on a cooking scholarship), and now a snow day. She shifted her head within his lap, turning it to better feel the constant pressure of his hand on her hair, petting, stroking there.
"Something wrong, KP?" he asked, his voice full of concern.
She shook her head. "It's nothing, Ron, really," she said. "I've just been thinking a lot lately, and . . ." She looked up to see his face wrought with worry and sudden dread. "What?"
"Are you . . . breaking up with me?"
She sat up, shocked at the very idea. "No!"
He gave her a confused look. "Then what have you been thinking about?"
She smiled at him, wrapping her arms a bit awkwardly around his neck. "I've been thinking about how perfectly happy I am with you." She gave him a mostly convincing smile before leaning in and pressing her lips to his cheek.
He gave a goofy grin, a bit of a dazed look on his face before wrapping his arms around her.
Beep beep beep-beep!
Pulling away from him, Kim searched through her pockets for the Kimmunicator.
Beep beep beep-beep!
"Where is it?" she grumbled, clearly annoyed at having misplaced it, especially seeing as how it was nearby.
Beep beep beep-beep!
"Looking for this?" Ron grinned, holding the Kimmunicator up for her to see, backing away slightly. She stared at him with mock indignation, slowly creeping towards him.
Beep beep beep-beep!
She immediately pounced him with an enthusiastic "Ron!" landing on top of his chest. She plucked the Kimmunicator from his hand and pressed the button. "Wade, what's the sitch?"
Wade smiled at the screen, having thought she'd lost or left the Kimmunicator somewhere, considering it rang four times before she picked up. But, upon seeing Kim apparently lying on top of Ron, alone, surrounded by snow, he grimaced slightly, considering making a smart comment on the situation, but instead settling for an "I'm not even going to ask."
Kim rolled her eyes jokingly. "The sitch? What is it?"
Wade began typing away at his computer. "Looks like an old occult relic has been stolen from the Middleton Museum."
A bit surprised at the mention of the occult, Kim considered all the usual suspects: Drakken, Shego, Monkey Fist . . . but none of them seemed the type to want anything dark and magical, unless it involved Mystical Monkey Power, of course. "Any leads?"
"Yeah. Looks like you're going undercover. Upperton." He smiled at her. "Remember when black was the new pink?"
"Yeah." She looked over at Ron, who was apparently readying a stock of snowball ammo to use against her.
"Better raid your closet."
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