OK, this disclaimer applies to the previous chapter as i forgot to place it there. I do not own Kim Possible, Ron Stoppable, or any other character associated with the Disney series, they are owned by Disney. Not me. Shame, really. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Not too long, and fairly similar to the previous one

Lord Welshi

It's been an interesting day Kim thought as she sat on her bed. Her back was propped against the headboard against the wall, and she looked down at the head that was resting on her lap. She smiled. Very interesting. She absently ran her delicate fingers through the blond hair that belonged to the boy who lay before her. She smiled further as she heard him sigh in content.

Ron lay there, incredibly comfortable with his current position. The mattress of the bed was soft, but not so much that his body sank into it to the point of irritation, and he currently had his head set firmly in Kim Possible's lap. As she ran her fingers through his hair, a slight tremor ran up his spine. He closed his eyes, the urge to fall asleep in such a comfortable position almost overriding his sense.

"Ron?" Kim said softly.

"Hmm?" he replied, having no wish to use the effort to speak.

Kim almost laughed as she noticed Ron was half asleep. "Comfy?" she said, mirth sifting sweetly through into her voice.

"Mmhmm," Ron replied, shifting very slightly, turning his head so it rested with his cheek pressed against Kim's thigh.

"Well you'll have to get up soon, Mom and Dad will be back in a few minutes to make dinner, and I have to make sure the tweebs haven't destroyed anything."

Ron groaned. "Just five more minutes!" he begged in the same tone of voice he used before waking up for school.

Kim laughed. "No, up!" she commanded.

Ron's eyes shot open. He twisted his face, looking directly up at Kim, gazing deep into her beautiful, emerald-green eyes. She bent down slightly as he raised up, lifting his head from the previous position of resting on the anatomical pillow. Their lips met in a soft kiss, one that lingered on Ron's lips even after Kim pulled away. He promptly dropped his head back onto her thighs, and closed his eyes, smiling.

"Oh no, you're getting up, mister!" Kim said, pushing him forwards. Ron sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his feet finding the floor as he did so.

He turned back to Kim, a small frown on his face. "But hoooneey," he said in a wheedling voice, "I was so comfortable!"

Kim frowned back, but failed in keeping the smile from her face. "Don't you 'but honey' me, Ron Stoppable!"

He couldn't resist grinning back at the stunning girl behind him. "You know, I never expected to call you 'honey' today."

"Sounds good to me, though, I like it," Kim said, looking away slightly and blushing.

Ron turned, crawling back towards her. He kissed her cheek, and looked into her eyes again. "Then maybe I should keep calling you that?"

She giggled. "Not on missions I hope, it would destroy our image in front of our arch foes."

Laughter poured from Ron as he nodded agreement. "I doubt they could take us seriously if we started making kissy-faces when we faced them."

"And what makes you think you'll be getting any more kisses from me?" Kim asked, crossing her arms and trying as hard as she could to put a glowering expression on his face.

"Yeah, like you could resist this?" Ron said as he raised his arms, flexing for the second time that day.

He was right, Kim couldn't resist. She reached out quickly and scratched at his sides. Ron gasped and laughed, instantly drawing his arms down by his sides and twisting left and right. He laughed as he fell backwards onto the bed, but Kim kept tickling.

"Kim, stop!" he begged, still twisting and laughing.

"No, it's too much fun!" she replied, grinning evilly.

Ron noticed that one of Kim's feet had entered range of his arms. Bearing the terrible torture of Kim's deft fingers, he reached out, latching onto the vulnerable foot. He wiggled his fingers against the sole. He was rewarded with a shrill scream from Kim, who tried to yank her foot from his grasp. She pulled back her arms from Ron's sides, giving him the advantage he needed. He rolled off the bed, pulled the end of Kim's leg with him, before sliding just slightly underneath it, still holding her foot, all the while tickling her.

Kim laughed harder. "Truce, truce!" she shrieked, finally managing in pulling her foot away from her fiendish boyfriend.

Ron's widely grinning face appeared, as he moved out from under the bed. "You started it," he said simply.

Kim's eyes narrowed. "That was low, Ronald Stoppable."

Ron grinned wider. "But you still started it!"

The red head grunted. "Fine," she said, turning her head away, purely to hide the smile spreading across her lips.

Ron got up from the floor, wrapping his arms around Kim, hugging her tightly. "Sorry," he said, and Kim could tell he genuinely meant it.

Oh no, he doesn't think I'm really angry with him, does he? She turned, pecking him on the cheek. "I don't mind," she said, gently nuzzling his neck. "I'm not really upset with you."

"Well that's a relief. I thought I might have overdone it," Ron said. "I have tickled you quite a bit today."

Kim smiled, looking at him. "Yes, you have."

"And it got rid of your hiccups this afternoon."

"Uh, no it didn't"

"Uh, yes it did. You stopped hiccupping as soon as I started tickling you," Ron said, his face completely serious. This is priceless!

Kim hated to admit it, but Ron was right. "Ok, I'll give you that, but that doesn't give you an excuse to tickle me again!" she admonished.

Ron got off the bed, and pulled on his shoes. "Well, I better get going, KP." He walked back over to her, and kissed her forehead. "You want to do something tomorrow?" he asked, moving towards the entrance to Kim's room as she followed him.

"Sure, as long as we don't spend the whole day in Bueno Nacho. Movie?"

"Movie," Ron agreed.

They entered the kitchen. Kim slid open the back door and yelled. "Jim, Tim, in! Now!"

Ron got to the door, and felt a pair of hands on his shoulders. He turned around, and was pulled into a deep kiss. He could feel himself melting into it, before it ended all too quickly.

"Pick me up at ten tomorrow morning?" Kim asked.

"Sure," Ron replied, his voice becoming muffled as he pulled on his helmet. Suddenly, he reached toward Kim and, before she could react, poked her sides. Kim squeaked and jumped. Ron turned and ran for his scooter, Kim only a few seconds behind. Ron leaped onto his transport, started the engine and gunned it, pulling away just before Kim could grab him.

"Ron Stoppable, get back here!" she shouted at him.

"Can't hear you. Later, KP!" came the trailing reply as Ron sped off, passing Mr. Possible as he pulled into the driveway.

Dr. Possible got out of his car and looked at his daughter, standing barefoot outside the front door of the house, her fists clenched at her sides. He watched as she breathed deeply and stalked back into the house. This can't be good he thought, following her inside.

"Kimmie-cub?" he said, following her into the lounge. "Are you ok?"

Kim sat on one of the large sofas. "Yeah, I'm fine dad," she said, her voice surprisingly light.

Uh-oh. "Are you sure? I just passed Ronald, and it looked like you were shouting at him. Did you two have an argument?"

Kim looked her father in the eyes, smiling as she said, "No daddy, actually me and Ron just started dating!"

Mrs. Possible was surprised to find a shell-shocked husband on her sofa when she returned.

"Oh, that's wonderful news, honey!" Mrs. Possible said as she sat on the end of Kim's bed. "I always thought you and Ron would be together."

Kim looked at her mother questioningly. "Really?"

"Yes. You two have been friends for most of your lives, it was only natural this would happen between you two eventually," Kim's mother said. "You're both such great friends, and relationships are based on the best friendships."

Kim smiled. Her mom was, of course, right. Kim had thought about a deeper relationship with Ron for the last few months. No, she thought, more like a year. Ron's always been there for me, through thick and thin. And she had strongly felt how badly she missed his presence during a solo mission last June: of course, it was only a minor task she had to complete (Signor Senior Junior had stolen a vast amount of hair-gel: he returned it when Kim threatened to cut his hair off with a rusty pair of scissors), but she had sorely missed him for the entire day that they were apart.

The phone rang. "I'll let you have some peace to talk to Ron," Mrs. Possible said, leaving the room.

Kim answered her phone. "This is Kim."

"Oh, hey Kim," came Ron's voice.

"Hey Ron!" There was a quiet sniff from the other end of the line, barely audible, but there nonetheless. "Ron, what's wrong?" Kim asked, suddenly worried.

"It's…it's…" Ron suddenly burst out sobbing, his wails of anguish stabbing into Kim's heart like a knife. "Oh God, Kim, he took my parents! Monkey Fist took my parents!"