Shalom, my friends. Well, I couldn't do it. I started tap, tap, tapping at my keyboard, andjust like that, this story went from'T' to 'M'. Oh well, let yer freak flag fly,I say. Did it just get really windy in here? Anyways, to clear things up, when Shego lifted the chemicals in last chappie, it was about three weeks after KP & RS had returned from Yamanouchi. Reading over my stuff, I felt the timeline was a little blurry. HopeI didn't confound anyone.
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Without further ado...
Don't Touch My Monkey - Chapter 4
The Possible Home...
(BEEP BEEP BE-DEEP)
"What's the sitch, Wade?" Kim asked, looking at her Kimmunicator.
"Just wanted to give you an update. I've pinpointed the region in Canada where the dirt sample came from, but I haven't located Drakken's hideout yet. I've got a couple of leads, but no lair." Wade replied.
"Thanks Wade. I'm sure you'll find it soon… Wade, can you beep me if anyone shows up at my house; ah, except Ron? Just until this afternoon?" she smiled.
"…Um, sure… why Kim? Expecting a package?" Wade asked.
"Um…hopefully." Kim cryptically replied.
"…KP?…" floated a familiar voice up thru her bedroom door.
"Gotta go Wade… you rock!" Kim hushed, hanging up. She ducked behind her desk, out of sight.
It was the day after they had gone to the crime scene, mid-morning. Her Mom was going to be at the hospital all day, and her Dad had taken her little brothers to work with him (They were actually quite handy, when given a task to complete, such as building a Mars probe, mixing up some J200, etc.).
She had called Ron and asked him to come over to hang out.
"Up here Ron!" she called back, hiding.
The blond came up the stairs looking around the room for his girl. "KP? Where are you?"
No answer. He smirked. This game of hide 'n' seek had been going on since Pre-K.
"Kimilia, come out-come out, my little flower… I have some candy for you, little girl…"
Rufus stuck his head out of his pocket, looking directly at her, 'through' the desk, almost like he had x-ray vision. He waved his little paw secretly at Kim, grinning. He jumped out, running to his little bed on her windowsill, where he could sleep in the sun. He had slept all night, but could always use a couple more hours.
Kim held back a giggle, watching her boyfriend try and find her, listening to him try and get her to laugh out loud so he could find her easier. That had always been his forte.
Ron moved to the bed, crouching down to look underneath, one of Kim's favorite hiding spots.
"Mr. Tickle Hands is going to be very-very angry if it takes too long to find you, my little cuddle buddy… he may morph into Dr. Smacky Pants…"
As he stood back up, he was hit hard by a giggling red blur, and knocked onto the bed.
"Kim, what are you… mmm…" His lips and tongue were under attack.
She placed herself on top, straddling him, her hands around his wrists, pinning him down. His head was completely covered by her long locks.
"Help! It's Kimzilla!" he mocked when she broke the kiss. "What's this all about, not that I'm complainin' or anything…"
"This, Ronald Stoppable…" she replied, her voice husky, "… is because it's been weeks since we've been back from Japan, and you haven't been keeping up with your duties as a young warrior. Your warrior princess has an itch, darn it…"
"KP, what about your parents? And the tweebs?" Ron wondered. "I don't want to get you into any trouble."
"All gone for the day, and Wade is going to beep me if anyone shows up here unscheduled." She purred.
"You told Wade?" Ron gasped. "KP, have you gone mental?"
"No silly, I didn't tell Wade. I just asked him to watch my house. And I'm going to go mental; if I don't get some quality sharing time…" she grinned wickedly.
"Why Kimberlina A. Popsicle! You're downright randy, baby, yeah!" Ron teased, his eyes beginning to glow blue. "Grrr, baby, very grrr."
"Yes I am, Mr. Stoppable. I need some attention. Now where is Dr. Smacky Pants?" she snickered.
!SPANK!
Kim's eyes grew wide, little 'eeep!' escaping her lips.
"He's right behind you!" Ron cried, holding up his other hand, claw-like, having escaped her grasp faster than she could see. "And, oh no, Mr. Tickle Hands is here too! Oh the horror!"
"Oh, you think you're all that, Ron Stoppable…" her voice faded as the soft blue glow enveloped her. She closed her eyes, sighing, losing herself, his mind joining hers.
When she opened them, she was floating four feet above her mattress, prone, looking down at Ron, still on the bed. She felt a gentle tug pull her arms up above her head. She looked down at him, questioning. He gave her a bad boy grin.
The bottom of her T-shirt began to rise up, slowly, as if someone was taking it off of her. Someone was.
It rose up, over her head, sliding off of her outstretched arms, flinging itself to the floor.
"Ron…" she started, blushing lightly. "So I just have to float here while you take off all my clothes?"
"Yup. Can't expect me too just perform without some enticement, can you? I not some kinda sex machine, contrary to popular opinion." He joshed.
Kim smirked. "Right. Ron, you're sixteen. You're a guy. You'd start 'working' if all I did was say the word nipple."
Two things happened simultaneously. The snake in Ron's trousers jumped obviously, and the clasp of her bra popped open behind her. The undergarment slid slowly off her arms, joining the shirt on the floor, exposing her breasts to him. The body parts Kim had mentioned were already rock hard.
"Man, I will never get tired of looking at you, KP…" Ron whispered, his eyes dropping, molesting her with his eyes.
"You had better not, Ronny." Kim smiled, subconsciously arching her back slightly.
The button on her tennis shorts popped open, and the zipper began to inch its way down.
"I've redecorated…" Kim purred sexily, as the pants shimmied down, reveling pink cotton bikinis.
Ron got a mental image of someone picking up a small red throw rug off of a smooth hardwood floor.
"Well, bon-diggity…" he giggled in his throat.
The panties came off rather quickly. Ron eyes dropped even lower, and he gulped loudly, taking in the smooth sight, as the trouser snake erected a rather high ceilinged tent in his cargos. His pants unbuttoned, the zipper rolling down.
The captive snake gave Kim a jumping salute, thanking her immensely for his freedom.
Kim's body lowered back down to the bed after a few moments of mutual ogling. Ron kicked his shoes off as Kim hurriedly tugged his pants off. Ron pulled his jersey off, and then pulled his love on top of him. He was ready to make a love connection.
"Oh, no, I want you on top…" Kim stopped, shaking her head at him.
"Oh… I thought you liked…" Ron said, giving her a look.
"I do, sometimes, but not today, at least not this time. Say…" Kim snarled, rubbing his chest. "…is the mean old monkey inside there? Can he come out to play?"
Meanwhile, at the Middleton Space Center…
"Jim, that ion mod clutch doesn't go there… you know better that." James Possible stated.
"But Dad, if we put the I.M.C. before the trans-fusion drive, it gives a mega-boost to the retro-thrusters on take off." Jim said, looking at his Dad like he was being silly.
"Yeah, we figured that out years ago, Dad. You're so stone-age!" Tim's look mirrored his brothers. Literally.
James Possible did the math in his head. "By Gosh, you boys are right! Why didn't I see that? …Wait, since when have you two had a trans-fusion drive?"
"Duh, Dad…" Jim said.
"…since last Christmas!" Tim stated.
"We took apart the…" shot Jim.
"…old microwave." Smiled Tim.
"Your sister took that to the recycling center…" Dr. Possible remembered.
"Not before we got what we needed…" boasted Tim.
"She basically took the shell…" laughed Jim; "We put sand in it to make it feel heavy."
Dr. Possible smiled in spite of himself. "Boys…" he shook his head.
"We were careful! We didn't split any atoms until we made a smashing chamber!" Jim yelped.
"Yeah, it was safe, I mean, were still here, aren't we?" Tim piped.
"Well, be that as it may, I think I'll take a look at it tonight after dinner." Dr. Possible smiled. "Now, let's hook up that ion clutch…"
James T. Possible was as proud of his boys as a father could be. His sons were definitely showing signs of genius. Their mechanical aptitude was already off the charts, he had tested them himself. Their problem solving skills were improving everyday. And their creativity, well, that had been there since day one… sometimes they were a little too creative, but that was to be expected when you combined genius with youthful abandon.
He watched them install the high tech part; there four hands working together in determined silence, twin tongues out in concentration. Jim grabbed a long handled torque wrench, but before he even attempted to pull the bolt loose, Tim turned, placing his hands on the handle above his brother's, pushing. A normal ten-year-old boy would never be able to loosen the toggle nut on an ion mod clutch, but with two working in twin determination, the big wrench slowly began to move. Jim continued to turn the bolt, as Tim went back to coating the fusion-thrusters transport hitch with organic super-lube. The boys slid the parts into place perfectly, using the lab table clamps to hold them in place, as they joined forces again, retightening the toggle nut. They grabbed shop towels and wiped off the excess lube. Not that there was much.
"Done." They twinned, smiling up at their father.
"That was fantastic!" came a cry from the observation balcony above them. One of Dr. Possible's colleagues, Dr. Nahani smiled incredulously.
"Do the boys have scars, James?" he asked, laughing.
"Scars? From what, Yoshi?" Dr. Possible smiled back.
"You had your wife open them up and set all their 'smart switches' to high, didn't you? She's good, I don't see any scarring at all." The scientist joked.
The four geniuses shared hardy gales of geekish laughter, Dr. Possible's proud hands tussling his sons' hair.
Somewhere in the Great White North…
"…nnnng, no-no, its 'BOO-YAH', you silly drone, say it right! Embrace the your inner buffoon when you say it! …" Drakken moaned, frustrated.
"Princess will see through that like a cheap motel room door peephole…" Shego deadpanned, lounging in a chair, reading the latest issue of 'Villainy Fair'. "Great idea, Duh-rew…"
"Shego! Why do you make your words hurt me so?" Drakken implored. "Try a little tenderness, won't you?"
"I don't do tender, Dr. D." Shego shot back snidely, smiling. "It's in my contract."
"Well, trying new things is the only way to grow. Now…" he said, turning to the Ron synthobot. "… let's try the serious face."
The clone made a halfhearted attempt at a Ron Stoppable serious face, and got close, but not close enough.
Shego watched, smirking. "Oh Hi, my lifelong friend, the boy I probably gave my virginity to. Oh wait, yer not Ron…" she sarcastically said, mimicking Kim.
"NNNG, err, Shego! Quiet! I'm working here. Don't you have a nail to file?" Drakken shouted.
"Dr. D, she'll be able to tell is all I'm saying. And what about the rodent? You made it from scratch; you didn't have its DNA. How are you going to train it?"
Drakken stopped, his brow peaking. "DNA! YES! Shego, where's my cell phone? Where?"
"In your pocket, I would guess." Shego answered, turning the pages in her magazine.
"Oh. Yes. So it is." He replied, pulling it out. He scrolled through his contacts list. "YES! Here we are…"
'Heidi ho, you've reached DNAmy, I must be sorting my cuddle buddy's; please leave a message at the beep. Have a cuddlishous day!'
"err. nnng, Amy, this is Drew Lipski, can you please call me back at your convenience? You have a … cuddlishous day also!" he said, smiling.
"What was that?" Shego perked, sitting up. Drakken rarely called other women.
Drakken smiled evilly. "Shego, if you're going to mess with DNA, don't mess until you consult with the best, I always say…"
Back at the Possible Home…"…my goodness, Ronny…" Kim breathed, flopping onto the mattress. "…that was outstanding!"
"Yeah, it's so was, wasn't it?" Ron sighed, the blue glow from her body lurching back into him.
"OH…" Kim gasped, "…give it back! … I wasn't ready!" Kim cried, puppy dog pouting.
Ron filled her with the power once again. It took no effort to give Kim his Power; he just sent it back without trying. Her body sucked up the glow hungrily, her face smiling contentedly.
"I'm gonna be so sore, I swear. God, Ronny, I love it when you're… inside. Really inside. I feel so… full. Of you." she laughed.
"I know, KP, me too." Ron said, pulling her close. "Damn. I can't believe I waited so long. I think I was worried back us getting caught."
'Even if we were caught, love, I'd do anything to make them see how right this is…' Kim thought. Their communication always flip-flopped between speech and telepathy after... wrestling.
'Yeah, me too. But it would be embarrassing for your 'rents, let alone the tweebs.' Ron replied in thought, sliding his hand up and down her bare hip.
He suddenly had a grave thought. 'KP, we have NOT been careful. What if you…'
'No worries. My Mom put me on B.C. as soon as we started going on real missions. …um, dangerous missions.' Kim returned.
'… eww, your Mom was worried about Drakken trying to…' Ron thought, grimacing. The ugly thought coursed through their minds.
"Uhg, Ronnnnny, you are so harshing my Ron/Monkey buzz. Just stop, please and thank you!" Kim groaned.
'Oh, right. So sorry, KP. Yeah, your Mom would do that. She's so smart.' Ron agreed, wiping his mind clean. Suddenly, he smiled.
"Ya know, if we have a boy, and we name him after our Fathers, he would be 'James Dean Stoppable'." Ron giggled.
"You're RIGHT!" Kim squealed. She turned solemn suddenly. 'Wait… If we have a boy?' she mused, hopeful, her mind searching.
"Yeah, after we get married, ya know, and settle; we'll start a family. I wanna have a boy first, to protect you if something happens to me, then all girls." Ron honestly said.
"All girls?" Kim asked, smiling wide.
"Yeah, at least two, two little red headed stunners, and I will be a total DADDY to them, I'm gonna give them whatever they need, just like I do you. My little Daddy's girls. Sorry, KP, but you're gonna have to be the 'bad cop' with our girls."
She snuggled into him, loving him more than ever. Mind and body. "Ok, Ron-daddy. What will our girls be named?" she dreamed.
"Well…" Ron began, 'My Mom really doesn't like her name, Abrama; she said it sounds like an unmentionable. I have to agree. So, our first should be Anne Kimberly Stoppable, after my two favorite women in the world, after my Mom that is. Your Mom is the bomb!' Ron thought.
'Can we call her Andie? My Dad calls my Mom that, sometimes, when their being frisky.' Kim wondered, riding along on Ron's fantasy thought.
"Sure, that's even cooler." Ron agreed. "And for our next, maybe our youngest… I don't wanna even imagine raising two of you at a time, especially with no me by their side; sorry KP…"
'Understood.' Kim whimmed. She couldn't imagine growing up without Ron either.
"… maybe something after Senseior Nooni, you seem to…like her. Ya think?" Ron stated, smiling.
"Yes! NooniStoppable is beautiful! But I don't think she'll be our last…" Kim replied.
'No?' Ron thought. 'What do you have in mind?'
"A late baby, after we have an empty nest. Maybe. I can't think of not wanting you to do… this… with you. And being parents with you..." Kim blushed.
"Ok, yeah, I get ya, KP…" Ron gushed, agreeing. "What will we name our last girl?"
"I don't know, something pretty, after our friends maybe. Oh, Ron, do you really want to be my husband?" Kim came forth, gushing.
"AS IF!" Ron cried. "Is that even a question?"
"No, I guess not. Man, wouldn't it be nice…" Kim mused. She hugged him tight. "You could… every night. Mmmm…"
"Am I just a unit, here to amuse you?" Ron giggled.
"Would you have it any other way?" she tittered, slyly.
"Nope. Na-da. No." He said. "Ronald Dean Unit. I like the sound of that."
They both noticed Ron's oncoming readiness. Ron just arched his eyebrow at Kim, smiling sheepishly.
She slowly began to move down his body. "… snackage…" she purred.
Across the ocean, at Yamanouchi
Sensei was at a loss; he had nuttin'. He sat in his dark dojo, deep in thought. Ron-san and Miss Possible had come to him about a dark dream she had, days before. Sensei had taken all of the details, and tried to interpret something from them, but nothing came to him. Perhaps it was just a nightmare, but dark forces were at work, he knew this to be certain. All he could say forsure was thatthe young Master and his new Princess were in for a test in the future.
"Here, you eat now. Stoppable-san favorite; cheeseburger." Nooni said, walking in with a tray in her hands. "You not eat all day. Not good for old man."
Sensei looked up at her, his eyes dull. She returned his look, kneeling before him, setting the tray down.
"He a good boy. She good girl. They face many dangers in past. My heart tell me they be OK." She stated. "You worry to much. It make wrinkles."
Sensei's mustache jumped, a slack grin coming over him.
"Thank you Nooni. I am quite hungry." He looked down at his plate. "Nooni, this is fish and vegetables…?"
"You have faith. If I say it a cheeseburger, then it a cheeseburger. If I say Warrior and Princess strong, they strong. Her Love willprotect him. His Peace willguide her. That just the way it is." She replied, nodding. "Now eat cheeseburger."
Sensei nodded back, taking his chopsticks and scooping a bite into his mouth. "Thank you, Nooni." He said, chewing. "Best cheeseburger I have ever had."
end - Is KP now considered a snake charmer? Are the Tweebs headed for greatness? Did Shego go all jel when Dr. D called DNAmy? Why didn't Sensei get fries with his cheeseburger? All this and more, next time on 'Don't Touch My Monkey'! THANKS!