Uh Oh… Looks like I've got the attention of a lot of the big hitters… Now I'm nervous! Like I said, this is my first foray into this style, so please go easy on me! Oh, sorry, never set up the time period. This is the first full weekend after StD…
Disclaimer: I do not claim to have any type of ownership of the characters in this story…
Chapter 2You know that feeling when you think someone is watching you? Ron had that feeling in spades at this point. He had his eyes closed as the song finished, and he was in sort of a rockers pose, utilizing the fire poker as a guitar. He was in the middle of saying something when this feeling had hit.
"Yahhhh… Thank-you, Middle… ton…" He didn't even want to open his eyes, so he slowly opened one. Sure enough, there was his new girlfriend, Kim Possible.
She stood there, mouth slightly open in shock, and an eyebrow so high, it disappeared into her bangs. She was wearing her white shirt with the pink heart, and pink pants. Oh no… he groaned inwardly.
It was then he realized his state of… undress, and promptly fell to the floor, wrapping the shirt around his torso, and scrambled behind the couch.
"KP! What are you doing here? How did you get in?"
Coming out of the shock of seeing her new boyfriend in this state of undress, Kim finally spoke. "What… were… you… doing, Ronald?"
"Ummm… just working on a few dance moves, that's all." His voice was slightly muffled as he had his face buried into a couch throw pillow to cover up the red in his cheeks. He slowly raised himself up from behind the couch, but only enough that Kim could see his head.
At first he thought Kim was angry, but he could tell she was trying very hard not to laugh. The corner of her mouth quivered, as she was holding back. After a short while, she couldn't hold back anymore, and fell backwards into the kitchen clutching her sides laughing.
"Kiiimmm… Don't laugh… I thought I was quite good. Seriously!" All he heard in response was even louder laughter from the kitchen. He then grabbed his pants off the floor, threw them on, and quickly buttoned up the shirt (not evenly I might add).
He cautiously looked around the corner that led into the kitchen, and didn't see anyone at first, and the laughing had stopped. "Kim? You in here?"
Stepping in a little further, he suddenly found himself in a bear hug from behind! "Gahh! Kim…! You scared me!"
"I'm sorry, 'Guitar Boy'. he he> " She quickly gave him a kiss on the neck, and released him from the hug. Ron whirled around, and found himself looking nose to nose with her. Their faces were only inches apart.
Kim quickly took advantage of Ron's surprise, and swiftly put her hands just under his shirt and began to mercilessly tickle him.
"Kim! …Stop… Please! Uncle, Uncle! UNCLE!" Ron found he had backed himself into the refrigerator, no where to go. Kim had stopped the tickle assault, and wrapped her arms around his waist, underneath the shirt. Her hands had begun to move up his back, and she now pressed herself fully onto him. Ron had no where to go. Not that he wanted to.
"Well, Rock Star," Kim said seductively, looking at him with her big green eyes. "What do you do for an encore?"
"Well, I… uhhhh…" Ron never felt so nervous in his life. This was Kim. KIM! His lifelong friend. Suddenly he had a vision of himself hurtling through a black hole, spinning out of control.
"Ron… open your eyes Ron." Slowly he opened them, and she was still there, still pressed against him. He could feel her breath on his face. She was so beautiful. He could get lost in those eyes.
The only thing Ron could think of to do was give a quirky smile. Then it happened, again. They kissed! Well, Kim initiated, but quickly it became mutual. His arms wrapped around her torso underneath Kim's arms, and he pulled her in even closer. Then he realized where they were.
Suddenly Ron broke the kiss. "Kim! We're in my mothers kitchen!"
"Yah, sooo…?"
"We eat in here Kim! I mean… my parents… we…"
"C'mon, Rock Star. Then let's go somewhere more comfortable."
She led Ron to the couch that he had been hiding behind earlier. They sat down together, and continued their make-out session. After about 15 minutes of kissing, cuddling, and what-not, a low rumbling sound was heard by both of them.
"What was that?" Kim asked, coming up for air from another lip-lock.
"I think it was my stomach. Sorry…" Ron grinned sheepishly.
"I take it you're hungry?" Kim already knew the answer to that question
"No doubt! Bueno Nacho? " He said, eyebrows raised in anticipation.
"Oh Kay." Kim said, silently wishing to herself that they would go eat somewhere else once in a while.
"Let me get Rufus and we'll go." He didn't move. "Uhh, Kim?"
"Hmmm?"
"Wanna let me up?" Kim was lying on top of Ron, and she wasn't moving. Her legs were straddling one of his, one thigh between his legs.
"But I'm comfortablllle…!" She said as she put her head on his chest, hugging him. Ron couldn't help but smile, and he gave her a squeeze back. Eat, or kiss Kim? Eat, or kiss Kim? DANG! I hate these hard decisions.
Quickly he turned over flipping Kim on her back causing her to squeek out an "eep...", and he ended up on top of her, his nose touching hers. Now they were in an exact opposite position as they were before. The move had surprised Kim, as she had always liked to be more in control. But this was a little different. Ron planted a kiss on her mouth. This might not be so bad after all. She thought.
Suddenly Ron jumped up, and bounded up the stairs to his bedroom. After a few seconds, he came back down carrying something about 6 inches long, pink and plump. It was Rufus. (Now get your minds out of the gutter!)
Rufus was sitting up in Ron's hand, stretching and yawning. "Lunch time?" He squeeked.
"You got it, buddy! OK, Kim, let's go." He tucked Rufus into his pocket, took Kim's hand, and they walked out the front door.
Kim didn't mind riding on the back of Ron's scooter. Too much. It was just a little beat up since the Diablo incident about a week and a half ago. It was fast, but kinda rickety. The rocket engine mounts had come loose, and she was sure the front wheel looked like it was ready to come off. But Ron liked it. So much so, he had given it a name.
Hitting the starter, it took a little bit for the gas engine to start. "C'mon, Bessy, you can do it…" Finally the engine started, and they began to sputter towards Bueno Nacho.
"What about the rocket engines, Ron?"
"Out of J-200, Kim. Sorry."
After the short ride to Bueno Nacho, the two teens stepped off the scooter in the parking lot. Ron took off his helmet, and turned towards Kim. She was just beginning to take her helmet off, and he continued to watch her has her hair spilled out. She gave her head a shake, and it all went back into place.
Dang she's pretty. Ron thought to himself again.
"Ron, what are you looking at?"
"Oh, nothing, really. Just the most Bon-Diggity Girlfriend ever!" He gave his trademark goof-ball grin.
"Ron Stoppable, do you ever tire giving compliments like that?" She said, smiling with a hint of blush in her cheeks.
Ron stepped up to her a little closer, and spoke in a lowered voice. "Never, KP. Not when they're the truth." Kim quickly gave him a peck on the mouth, and that's when they heard the last person they wanted to hear.
"Ugh! That is so sick!" Bonnie said as she stepped out of Bueno Nacho. "I never once thought that Kimmie would stoop so low as to start dating such a loser!" She grabbed her boyfriend Brick's hand, and tugged him towards her car. Brick just looked at Kim and Ron, mouthing the word 'Sorry' at them as he was dragged off balance away from them.
Right before Bonnie reached her car, a screeching sound cut through the air, and a red beam of energy hit the car, causing it to… implode! Instead of blowing out, like a conventional explosion, it crushed in on itself, ending up in a ball of twisted steel, rubber, and plastic!
"Hah! It works, it WORKS!" Drakken was pumping his fist triumphantly into the air from his hover car. He then trained the laser that was mounted underneath towards Kim and Ron. "And now for you two…" Commercial break!
Actually, just the end of the chapter… Well, good smuff? Bad smuff? Not enough smuff? (Hey, that rhymes) Let me know…