Hey Ho! Hope all are well. This one is for campy and Zaratan.
Zaratan, thanks for the shout out, way cool dude! Everyone check out 'Bonnies Curse' by this guy. It's extra bon-diggity; a good character study on Bonnie. Good ideas too. Great Read. As soon you read this, leave a review, then go directly to his page and read! Or, I'll give Mr. Barkin your home addy.
campy, I don't know if this is what you were expecting, but it's what came out of my head. Please, enjoy. campy has two growing girls of his own, so everybody give him a golf clap. (golf calp)
THANKS! to all, you guys make my day. Peace and Love.
Later that day…
Kim was on her bed, atop her Ron, his peace filling her. Her neck was bent back sharply, her back arched; a silent scream of release masked her face. She had just received the full impact of the Mystical Monkey Power from her lover, for the third time today. It felt so wonderful when he passed the Power to her, his body relaxing under hers, spent, his fantastic energy coursing into her mind and body, the complete satisfaction they shared was the stuff of legends. She held on for mere seconds, and then felt Ron begin to pull the Power back to his body. White-blue light surrounded the two bodies, his hands gripping her hips roughly as he uttered a grunt as the energy returned to him.
Her head whipped forward, her beautiful crimson tresses styled by a days worth of youthful love making.
"…ohmygodronnyohmygodohmygod…" she growled, looking in his eyes, multiple waves still shuddering throughout her person, her body slowly grinding against him. Her own hands grabbed her bosom, pushing upwards on the soft flesh.
Ron grinned devilishly, enjoying the show, watching her form twitch and shiver, assisting her motion with gentle bumps from his center.
Finally she collapsed on top of him, her arms splayed limply by her sides, panting. He reached up, digging his fingers into her thick hair, and planted little kisses on her neck and ear. She gained control of her arms again, and pushed herself up to look at Ron.
"Honey, I… that was, is… I… you stud. Stud. STUD." She said, eyes wide. "That feels too damn good, excuse my French."
"Yeah, I pretty sure its illegal in some countries, feeling that good…" he beamed, he ego doing cartwheels. "Back atcha, KP. Right back atcha."
"I can't even feel my… everything is just numb. Spankin', but numb." Kim smiled. She slid off him, sliding down next to him, watching his body pulse as he calmed. "It's not just the Power, either, Ronny. My goodness…"
"True that, KP. You're magic all by yourself" he replied, wrapping his arm around her. "I just think of the Power as… a marital aide. Like those movies Brick has."
Kim looked up at him. "Brick has movies?" she asked, arching an eyebrow.
Ron's eyes began to dart, his free hand reaching up to scratch his face. "No. No, he does not. Who said Brick has movies? Brick? Movies? Nawww."
"Hmph." Kim smirked, giving him a 'nasty boy' look. "We'll let that go, seeing as how you have pleased your Princess very well today, Mr. Stoppable."
"How about those Broncos… heh-heh. Pre-season football, oh yeah…" Ron stuttered, at a loss for words.
(BEEP BEEP BE-DEEP)
"Oh hinky, it's five o'clock Ronny! My Mom will be home any minute! Put your shirt on and talk to Wade, while I make the bed. And make sure Wade can't see me… like this." Kim cried, pushing him out of bed. Ron slowly shut down the Power while dressing, causing a quiet "yyyyahhhh" to come from Kim.
Ron checked the mirror to see if his own hair was messed up.
'As if…' he thought. It looked same as always.
"Hey-o Wade. Whassup man?"
"Hey Ron. Kim asked me to beep if… anyway, her Mom's a block away. What's been going on?" Wade slyly smiled.
"Nuttin'." Ron quickly touched his face again. "Any luck with Drako and Sheggan?"
"No…" Wade giggled, "… not yet. He must be blocking me somehow. But, I'm running ten different scans, so sooner or later, they'll turn up. Where's Kim?"
"Nowhere. In her bedro- ah, house." Ron stumbled. "Nothing happened."
"Ron! Just hang up!" Kim hissed, pulling her shorts on.
"Right. Gotta go Wade-o, talk to ya later, alligator. Peace out!" Ron pressed the off button, but swore he could still he his tech guru laughing.
"That went well…" Ron moaned, shaking his head.
"Ronny, calm down. You can't be like that in front of my parents." Kim said.
"Right. Calm. Cool. Feel the flow, ride the bull. Ron Factor in effect. Got it, KP" Ron shook himself to relax. "It's all good."
They heard the door open downstairs.
"Kimmie, I'm home!" her Mom called. "Come down, I need you to get the groceries from the car."
"Coming Mom!" Kim cried, turning to Ron. "Do I look ok?"
"Better that OK, KP. Great." He smiled honestly, assuring. She looked super to him.
They headed down through the trap door, into the kitchen. Mrs. Dr. Possible turned to them as the came in.
"Hey, Ronald, good to see you…" she stopped, taking in her daughter. More so her daughters hair style, which was still very messy, as if…
'Oh my…' she thought, her face going blank. "Um, Ron, can you get the groceries for me? I have to talk with Kim a sec."
The pair shared a quick glance, which didn't go unnoticed.
"Ah, sure thing, Mrs. Dr. P… I'm on it…" Ron said, moving toward the door to the garage. Mrs. Dr. Possible watched him walk out, waiting for the door to shut. She turned to her only daughter.
"Kimmie…" she softly said, her look maternal.
"What? Mom, what are you looking at?" Kim chirped, her fear growing.
Anne Possible smiled very, very slightly. She remembered falling in love with James, not much older than Kim. She recalled much in vivid detail, memories she would always remember. Forever.
"Kimberly, go fix your hair before your Father and the boys get home…" she advised sagely.
Kim's eyes grew impossibly wide. How could she have forgotten her hair! Well, she knew how, but… was her Mom sorta… smiling?
"Oh-k…" Kim quietly said, turning to go to her bathroom.
"Kimberly…" Her Mom asked, tone a bit edgy. Kim turned back, her face imploring.
"You… have been taking your… meds, every morning, haven't you?" she asked, calmly meeting her daughter eye to eye, serious face on.
Kim's eyes grew impossibly wider. "…yes… Yes, I have Mom. Everyday, I promise."
Kim's Mom did smile, relived. "Good. That's very important, you know."
"Yes, I know Mom. I won't… forget." Kim promised. "Mom…"
They heard Ron coming in the door, grunting, most likely carrying too many bags at once.
"We'll talk later, Kimmie. Now go fix your hair." Her Mom really did smile this time.
Kim gave her Mother an incredulous look. 'She knows! She knows and it's OK!'
"I love you Mom." Kim gulped.
"Go! Your Father will be home any second!" Her Mom chided, going to open the door for Ron. Kim sprinted up the stairs.
"Ah, thanks, Mrs. Dr. P. I got 'em all. Want I should help you put them away?" Ron asked, his manner guarded. He put the bags on the counter.
"Sure, Ron. Thanks." Anne Possible replied, feeling his tension. "Ronald… I, I know the answer to this, but tell me once more. You do love my daughter, don't you?"
Ron looked down at his feet, blush rising under his freckles. "It's not what you think, Mrs. Possible –
"Ron, you don't have any idea what I think. Do you love my Kimberly?" she demanded.
Ron's serious face appeared, and he looked at Anne, his eyes deep glossy brown pools. "Yes, Mrs. Possible, I love Kim. Very much. I always will. I always have."
Anne Possible studied the young man standing truthfully before her. His gaze didn't waver, but she saw sweat pop up on his brow. Years of play dates, school projects, and scraped knees passed through her mind. She noticed a picture on the kitchen wall behind him; Ron, Kim, and the twins, a couple of years back. Ron sat with the boys in front of the sofa, a game controller in his hands, the twins mirroring him on either side. His mouth was open in surprise, as Kim had covered his eyes with her hands, sitting above him. She was laughing merrily at his shock.
Anne smiled at Ron, pulling him into a motherly embrace. She didn't say anything, as everything had just been said. She just held the boy for a second.
"Good." She smiled. "Put the can goods in the pantry Ron, I'll get the cold things in the fridge…" she said, letting him go.
Ron's body seemed to deflate, relief washing through him. "Sure, Mrs. Dr. P. …thanks, for always believing in me."
"I only want the best for all my family, Ron. Are you going to stay for dinner?" she replied.
"You know it! Want some help with the cookin'?" smiled Ron.
Kim stood leaning against the wall, just outside the kitchen entryway, her hair fixed, listening. She wiped a lone tear from her cheek, smiling joyously.
She was pretty sure she was the happiest, most loved girl in the universe.
Somewhere in the Great White North…"…no thank you, Amy. Yes, it was a pleasure talking to you, too. Hmmm? No, I haven't seen Monty Fisk lately; we don't really run in the same circles. No, no, I really must go, see you at the convention! Buh-bye!"
Drakken closed his cell phone, a disgruntled look across his blue face. "SHEGO!"
"Jeesh, I'm right here, Dr. D. Why are you so tweaked?" Shego smiled, standing behind him. She knew why; DNAmy had been no help to Drakken, she could tell that much from the side of the call she had heard.
"Nnnng, that woman spends more time baking and playing with dolls than…" he noticed the Ron-synthobot, sitting in the corner, trying to get the Rufus-synthobot to do tricks. The little imposter just stood there, blankly.
"What? Stoppable, why aren't you studying yourself? We don't have forever! Sooner of later that little techno geek Possible uses will find us! Arrg!" he screamed, hands in the air.
"I don't like studying. I WANT NACOS!" the clone cried, rolling into the fetal position.
"I think it's your best work ever, Dr. D." Shego smirked. "Ever."
"Shego, the idea behind this evil plan is wicki-wicki-whack, you said so yourself!" Drakken claim
"I didn't say it like that…" Shego deadpanned.
"err, I can't help it if I have faulty equipment, and no help!" he growled.
"Hey, I stole the goods. Took your list and got everything on it, just like you asked for, Drewbie." Shego mock purred.
"… nnng!" Drakken grimaced. "oh, whatever."
"Sha, whatever!" Shego replied.
"NACOS!" the Ron-bot wailed. The fake mole rat took a synthocrap on the floor, its expression never changing.
"Ah, Dr. D, maybe you made it a little too… real. As in, I'm not cleaning that up…" Shego stated, walking away.
"SEE! No help! None! Oh, I'm too good for this…"
Possible House, later…Dinner had been interesting, to say the least. Kim's Mom had been great, acting no different than normal. It was Kim and Ron who were skittish, still swallowing the fact that her Mom had been… understanding.
"Ron, are you going to get some more tonight?" she asked him.
"Huh?" Ron started, his head whipping to Mrs. Dr. P., his eyes open.
"More potatoes?" she wondered, smiling. "You seemed to enjoy them. Clean that bowl out, I think you are the only one still eating."
"Oh, yeah, Mrs. Dr. P., they were great. Thanks." he answered, Kim blushing profoundly next to him.
Later, as Drs. Possible cleared the table, the kids in the living room playing video games, Anne spoke up.
"Jimmy, I think it's time for you to have a talk with Ron. The talk." She said.
"Andie, maybe his own Dad should handle that?" James replied, rubbing his neck.
"Not that talk, dear. About Kim, and their relationship, and –
Mr. Possible stood straight up. "Deep space probe. Black hole. Already been over that with him. Scared the bejeebers outta the boy, heh."
"Really? Well, I think he got over it. I think maybe they got over it. Together."
James T. Possible sat down hard at the kitchen table. He looked like he had just taken a punch from George Workman. "Uhhhhhh…… together? My Kimmie-cub?"
Anne moved over to him, and began rubbing his shoulders. "Remember when we first…"
"They're to young! We were way older, way, way older." He growled.
"We were eighteen, Jimmy. Two years. That's not much older. Kim and Ron are much more responsible than we were." She replied, holding him in the chair.
"Ronald? Responsible?" James cried.
"Well, he may not seem that way, but you know he is. He does help save the world ever so often." Anne answered. "He loves our daughter, Jim. I think he loves all of us, like family. Tell, if you could hand-pick a boy for Kimmie, who it be?"
"Ronald. But that doesn't give him the right to –
"No, it doesn't. But, it also isn't our decision, it's Kim's. Kim and Ron."
"Not until she's eighteen it isn't!" James demanded.
"By law, yes…" Anne stated, moving around to sit in her husbands lap. His hands involuntarily held her waist. "… but that's not the point. Is it, Jimmy?"
"She's my baby girl…" James sighed. "She grew up to fast! Sure, my heart bursts with pride every time she saves someone, or helps someone, and she makes good choices, nine times out of ten, but…"
"But?" Anne arched her eyebrows.
"Kimmie-cub. She used to have pigtails…" he looked at his best friend, fear and stubbornness on his face. "He can't take her away from me."
"I really don't think he intends to Jimmy… did you want to take me away from my father?"
James looked in her eyes for a minute. Finally, he sighed. "No. Dang it, I had to fall in love with a brain doctor, didn't I?"
"You had no choice…." She smiled, kissing him on the nose. "I didn't give you one. I wouldn't be surprised if Kim did the same. She did take Ron to the prom, remember? After all was said and done?"
"Hmm. Do you think he'll ever hurt her?" James asked.
"Would you hurt her?" laughed Anne.
"No, but she's my Kimberly, I love her – oh, I see. Point taken, smarty pants."
Anne smiled. "You said it, not me. Go ask him to take a walk or something. Talk to him. He's a good young man, Jim. I think he'd like to have your blessing, or at least know how you feel. He loves her as much as we do. Maybe more, sometimes…"
"That, Anne Margaret Possible, is impossible." James stated, helping his wife up. He stood up himself.
"Ronald!" he called to the living room.
"What's up Mr. Dr. P?" Ron said, running in.
"Help me take out the trash, son, there's something I want to talk to you about…"
Ron stood straight up, eyes open with fear. 'Deep space probe. Black hole.'
He followed Mr. Possible to the garbage bins, dragging his feet like a convict headed to the electric chair. Grabbing a bag of trash, he tailed his girlfriend's father out the garage door.
They walked to the curb in silence. Depositing the bags into the big green trash can, Mr. Possible spoke.
"How about we take a little walk, Ron?" he didn't really ask.
"Ok…" the boy gulped. "…nice night and all… sure, we'll just take a walk."
They started down the street. "You and Kim seem to be getting along great together lately…" James said.
"Yeah… we have. She's great. You have a great girl, Mr. Dr. P." Ron replied, felling very complementary.
"She loves you, Ron. Do you know that?" Mr. Possible continued.
"Yes sir. I… love her too. She's everything to me." Ron said quietly.
"Hmm. Good. Remember the talk we had the very first time you and Kimmie went out?"
"Mr. Possible…" Ron said, stopping, his face going serious. "I… think I know what this is… about. If you want me to stop seeing KP, I will, because I respect you…"
"Wha? No I don't want –
"But when Kim and I turn eighteen, I'll come back, if she still wants me. I want you to be alright with it Mr. Possible, but if I have to choose, I choose Kim. It doesn't have to be that way though. I don't want it to be." Ron finished. He looked like he was about to fall over in fright. But there was a determined spark in his eye also.
"Whoa, Ronald. You gonna be ok?" James asked.
Ron let out a long deep breath. "Yeah, I guess. Sorry, Mr. Possible."
"It's… okay, Ron. That took a lot of moxie. Did you mean it?" he sternly asked.
"Yes sir, I do. I love your daughter. Even inside a black hole, I would still love her." He honestly replied.
"Hmm. Well." Mr. Possible thought for a second. "One promise, Ronald."
"Anything."
"No lying, no cheating, and never hurt her. Understand?"
"I feel the same way, Mr. Possible."
"Promise, Ronald. I want to hear it."
Ron looked at James. "I promise. I swear. You have my word, Mr. Possible."
"Good. Cause Ron, the black holes will always be out there…"
end - talk amongst yerselves, I'm a little emotional right now... THANKS!