I know I hinted this would be the last chapter, but I'm having too much fun, sorry. Again thanks for the reviews, and I hope all who read this enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it. Have fun. If I have to mention it Kim Possible and all show related items belong to Disney.

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Chapter 3

I.

James Possible leaned against the doorway, trying to be unobtrusive while he enjoyed his daughter's party and her friends. His Kimmie cub seemed a little uncomfortable as she sat opening presents, though. She was probably just nervous with all the attention; after all, he and his wife had raised her to be a modest young lady. The blush that flamed in Kim's cheeks, coupled with her dropped jaw, jerked him forward in alarm. Why in the world would a six inch long present cause that reaction?

Six inches? Rectangular? James flushed and immediately decided someone was going on a very long journey. Reaching Kim's chair he looked at the box held in her paralyzed hands. Soothing balm? Why would a simple relief for soreness cause that response? His wife appeared beside him, glanced at the present, turned red, shoved her fist in her mouth and dashed toward their bedroom. James realized he didn't understand women, but this? He followed his wife.

Anne Possible lay on their bed, curled in a fetal position, with the lights out.

"Andy? Andy, are you all right?" She heard her husband's concerned question.

"Shut the door." She choked.

James closed the door gently, and then walked to sit on the bed, beside his distraught wife. He reached to comfort her just as his shaking love burst into loud, uncontrolled, guffaws.

James shifted his reach to turn on the bedside lamp, 'For this I need light', he thought. In the sudden illumination, he saw the tears streaming down his wife's cheeks as she struggled to control her laughter.

'I know I'll never understand but…' "Andy, what is it about soothing balm?" he asked plaintively, provoking a renewed storm of hilarity.

II.

"All right, girlfriend, I covered your butt, so spill." Monique demanded from Kim's bed.

Kim looked imploringly at her friend, "Monique, could you please not use that word?"

"You would prefer backside?" Monique grinned.

"How about simply my back?" Kim blushed.

As annoyed at her friend as she was for the teasing, Kim admitted to herself that Monique had helped defuse a potentially embarrassing situation. Other than a few expected semi risqué remarks from Bonnie, between them they had managed to calm a storm of questions without satisfying anyone's curiosity, until all but Monique had left.

"Ok, SBF…"

"SBF?"

"Second best friend, Ron will always be my first best friend. Do you want to hear this or not?"

"Chill, girlfriend, and spill."

"This goes no farther?"

"Promise."

"OK", and for the second time, Kim began her morning's story.

"BWAHAHAHA"

"It's not funny!"

"Oh, yeah, GF." Monique managed between snorts, "Yeah, it is."

"Monique! It was so embarrassing. No one has ever…and a complete stranger…"

"You mean it wouldn't have been embarrassing if it hadn't been a stranger? If it had been someone you know, someone like, say, Ron?" Monique pounced.

"I thought you stayed for a sleepover? So sleep, already."

"Not gonna answer, huh."

"So not even going there."

"Ok, Kim, be that way. As the quest I get to pick, soooo, I'll sleep on the floor. I think you need the bed more than I do."

"Thanks, Moni, I appreciate it. You want to get the light?"

"Don't you want some help putting on your present first?"

"MONIQUE!"

III.

Ron Stoppable was convinced that the drug police would be waiting for him as he deplaned in Tokyo. The stewardesses had been giving him strange looks whenever he noticed them. Not that he really blamed them. Other than when he was sleeping, he had spent the entire trip to Japan grinning from ear to ear. Of course, his occasional bursts of laughter hadn't helped, either.

He really owed his buddy, Wade. The contacts, the recording, the wiping of the security tapes, and the risk of KP figuring out what they had done. Of course, since Team Possible had no idea where their tech genius lived, Wade's physical danger was minimal. In his own case, Ron thought the game worth the risk. Besides, he was pretty sure his Kim wouldn't do him permanent injury, and he was one of the fastest healers around.

"Wade, buddy, how did the party go?" Ron asked the boy in his Kimmunicator screen.

"Excellent, Ron, had a great time. You should have been there."

"Wish I could have been, but, could you stream me the video?"

"Not on the Kimmunicator, Ron, what if Kim…"

"Oh, right, right, guess I'll see it when I get home. Did Kim get my 'surprise'?"

"Yeah," Wade chortled, "and if she doesn't hurt you for the first she certainly will for the second."

"I didn't think it would be that bad." Ron whined.

"It wasn't as bad as it could have been, between Monique and her. You did know Monique spent the night?"

"What! That means Monique knows what happened. Oh, man, I am twice dead."

"Yeah, I wouldn't start any new RPGs when you get back, if I were you."

"Oh, well, it was worth…whoops, there's Yori, call you if I get a break or in two weeks, when I head home."

"Right, I'm out."

IV.

The teenage friends sat at the kitchen table staring into the depths of their respective coffee cups.

"I know Ron's not a morning person," Kim broke the silence, "but whenever you've slept over before, you've been up and at 'em, Mo?"

Monique raised her eyes to offer a sleepy glare.

"The floor couldn't have been that bad, you had my sleeping bag and ground pad."

"As if you don't know."

"What? I couldn't have been snoring; I was sleeping on my," Kim's cheeks pinked, "on my stomach."

"Just leave it at I didn't sleep well, all right."

"No, c'mon, Moni, you know my curiosity, did you have bad dreams?"

"Girlfriend, do you remember your dreams?"

"Sometimes, why?" Kim puzzled

"Do the words," Monique's voice went sultry;"'Oh, Ronnie, I've been a bad girl', raise any memories?"

V.

She was standing in front of her seated love, wearing only a black velvet ribbon around her neck, and a transparent black baby doll nightgown. With downcast eyes, her index finger at her pouting lower lip she confessed softly, "Ronnie, I've been a bad girl."

She raised contrite, hopeful emerald eyes to meet her lover's sternly adoring chocolate brown gaze. At his commanding gesture, she went to him with timid, baby steps, reaching a soft, pleading hand to him. His firm, gentle grasp pulled her over his lap and released her. She could feel his large hands stroking her back and bottom readying her for her….

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

"What?" Her dream dazed eyes recognized her love in the small screen, and her voice went smoky, "Ronnie, you bad, bad….RON! What are you…do you know what time…"
"Amp down, KP, I'm sorry I woke you, but this is the first chance I've had to call in a week and I don't have long. I just wanted to tell you how much I miss you, and how much more I love you."

"I'm sorry I snapped at you, baby, if it helps, I was just having a beautiful dream about you."

Ron's goofy grin appeared, his eyebrows waggling, "and it sounded like some dream, care to tell me about it?"

"NO, uh, no, not over the kimmunicator, Maybe sometime when you're home alone, in bed."

Ron's jaw went slack. "Oh, man and I've got another week here. KP, you wouldn't consider, say, little hint?"

"Kim giggled, "No, bad boy, you'll have to wait."

"Ah, Man." Ron mock whined.

"No way. So, have you been kicking ninja butt?

"Well, slappin' it, maybe."

"What?"

"Uh, I've gotta go, but Kimmie…" his voice went soft and intimate.

"Yes, baby?" Kim questioned softly.

"I just wanted you to know, life with you has always been spankin'."