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Chapter Five Honeymoons and Villains

"I now present you to you, for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Ronald Dean Stoppable." Rabbi Katz announced to the small group as the wedding ceremony ended. Kim and Ron were beaming, excited, worried, and happy all at once. It was now official, and they were going to begin their new life together. Both sets of parents were crying, and the rest of the family looked happy as they took the photos. (Which Ron's father was taking, handing the camera off to the Rabbi during times he needed to be in the shots.) Even if it wasn't big, and a bit 'ahead of schedule', the wedding was beautiful, and both Kim and Ron looked happy about it. Over the past two days, they had spent a lot of time just talking. Kim's mother's story had done a lot to ease her fears, and make her realize she really did love Ron…even if it was a bit strange, but what in their life wasn't? The reception was nice; they retired to a small, rented cabin near the chapel where Kim's mom and Mrs. Stoppable had cooked a meal for it (of which Rufus ate about one third.) After the meal, they talked for a while, and even got to dance a little to the small stereo system and MP3 player that Kim's uncle Slim had brought as a surprise. Then it was time for the new couple to leave.

"You know I'm going to get that bouquet, girl!" Monique sneered at Joss as the two lined up behind Kim for the bouquet tossing. They were the only two single girls there, and both were vying for the item.

"Nu-huh…Im'a gonna get it…I'm just like Kim; I can do anything!" Joss answered defiantly.

"Oh, don't you try and pull any of that chump, teen hero stuff with me, little girl…"

"Hey, you two...I'm tossing here!" Kim interrupted as she turned her back to the two. Kim reached down and gave the arrangement a high toss, making it come down between the two girls. Joss went immediately into action, pulling a 'Kim' and leaping over Monique's head with a flip and catching the descending bouquet, landing with two feet planted and a small bow. Everyone else cheered, and Monique just gave a 'harrumph'. Next was Ron's turn. Kim and he both turned red as he reached up and removed her garter. Felix, Wade, Jim, and Tim gathered reluctantly in the center while Ron stretched back to let the thing fly.

"Hick-a-bicka-boo?"

"Hoo-sha!" Jim and Tim communicated cryptically just as Ron was prepping to let go; they also gave a nod to Wade, who understood immediately. Just as Ron let the garter fly, Jim, Tim, and Wade took two large steps to either side and the back of Felix, leaving him the lone man out, directly in the path of the flying garter…which he had to catch.

"Now I see why Kim has always called you tweebs…" Felix grumbled as everyone else got a good laugh at their antics.

Under a hail of rice from their family and friends, Kim and Ron left the cabin en route to their new home at Load Labs / Team Possible HQ. The lab was on the other side of Mt. Middleton, about an hour and a half out of Middleton itself. They would spend the next week before Christmas there, and would vacation by visiting the slopes of Mt. Middleton; where they could relax and do some skiing and snowboarding without crazed henchmen on their tails. Once Christmas break was over, they would spend their remaining semester at Middleton High, staying at each of their parents' houses (alternating every so often for privacy from the tweebs, and to see both sets of parents.)

"Wow" Kim and Ron both said as they gazed into the open door of their apartment. Wade had really outdone himself. The place was immaculate, and all the furniture was brand new designer pieces. They had finally made it out to their new home, and had taken a minute to drive around for a small tour Wade conducted via the Kimmunicator. Wade was still only twelve, and while he was mature for his age, he still did not want to be around for the first couple of days of the honeymoon, so he was staying at his parents. With him was Rufus, who Ron had left with him for the same reason.

Ron stared at his wife as she peered into the apartment, thinking of how lucky he must have been to have become friends with her. He was roused from his staring when she reached for her bag and started to take a step into the apartment.

"Whoa…nuh, uh, uhh." Ron said as he grabbed her on the shoulder and held her back. Kim just looked at him puzzled as he got an evil grin. Ron then reached down and pinched her on the butt.

"Ron!" Kim screeched a little as she jumped from his surprising attack. She did just as Ron wanted, dropping the bag and allowing him to quickly snake an arm around her back and underneath her arms, quickly dipping her back down and picking her up underneath her legs. Ron then gave her a deep kiss as Kim wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Ron, what are you doing?" Kim asked, giggling a little as he positioned them to get through the door.

"Carrying my bride over the threshold, of course." Ron was straining a little as he carried her into the apartment. Kim was not 'heavy' by any means, and Ron was not as much of a skinny weakling as people thought, but Kim did know sixteen styles of martial arts, and fought villains on a weekly basis. The result was a well toned, voluptuous, yet muscular physique, and muscle is heavy. As Ron sat her down on the sofa, he gave her another passionate kiss, which Kim relished. It felt so good to kiss Ron. He was her husband now, so she felt no pressure to hold back as they both let their hands roam. 'Now this…this is magical!' Kim thought.

"Wow…" Kim said breathlessly as they broke apart, her eyes still closed. "That was great..." She whispered to Ron.

"Yeah…wow." Ron whispered back. They both just sat there for a minute, taking it all in. It was done; they were really married, and now here they were as husband and wife on their honeymoon. It was quite remarkable since they were only best friends not more than a week ago. Suddenly, they were interrupted by a loud groan coming from Ron's stomach. It had only been four hours since they ate the huge meal that their mothers had prepared for the reception, but Ron was already hungry again.

"He, he…sorry…just, you know me!" Ron said, grinning; sorry he had interrupted the 'moment'. Kim just laughed and patted him on the stomach.

"Well, you get to cook since I nearly burn down the kitchen every time I try. Why don't we take a look around the rest of the place, and then I'll unpack our things while you get dinner started, alright?"

"Sounds good to me." Ron said, hopping up to follow his wife while they explored their new home. The apartment had one spacious bed room, a small living room, bathroom, and small kitchen. It was located on the corner of the building so the living room had plenty of light with a window and a sliding glass door, which led out to the balcony that surrounded the whole apartment. The bedroom itself was furnished with a nice, king-sized bed, two bedside tables, a large dresser, and a desk in one corner. The closet was a nice, big, walk-in, which would provide enough space for both Kim's and Ron's clothes. Ron duly noted that the kitchen was fully stocked with both their favorite foods and ingredients, so he would have no problem cooking this week. Kim set about unpacking as Ron started whipping up a batch of spaghetti in the kitchen. Through dinner, they laughed, joked, and reminisced. Afterwards, they watched a short movie with Kim curled up in Ron's arms.

"You can do this." Kim said to herself as she looked in the mirror. It was around 11 o'clock, and she and Ron had just decided to head towards the bed….and they both knew what that normally meant during a honeymoon. Kim had quickly excused herself as Ron put the dishes away before he headed into the bedroom. She had locked herself in the bathroom and had been there for nearly twenty minutes. Kim did not have any aversions to having sex with Ron. She just did not know if she was ready for it; with anyone, not just Ron. She knew Ron would say it was alright, and that he could wait as long as she needed, but she felt like if she did that she would be letting him down; it was their wedding night after all.

Ron sat on the edge of their bed, thinking. He had everything ready. The bed was turned down; the lights were out, and candles were lit…but he was bothered. Was he ready to take this step with Kim? Was she? If he was not, would she be disappointed? It was all a little much for him. One part of him definitely wanted to; it was his wedding night, and he was 'a guy' after all. Part of him also was not so sure. They had just gotten married, and had never dated before; they were both kind of young (not that it stopped many other people) and…what if he could not satisfy her?

"Deep breath, then the plunge." Kim said as she unlocked the bathroom door and silently made her way into the bedroom. Ron was there, still in his pants and shirt, sitting on the edge of the bed, and to Kim's surprise, he looked worried. It did look romantic though. He had already turned down the bed and had the lights out except for a few lit candles. Ron looked up at Kim as she walked in; his eyes actually looked like they bulged and he sat there slack jawed for just a moment. Kim was standing in front of him wearing nothing but her pink underwear topped by a sheer pink negligee, Monique's wedding gift. Once Ron regained his composure, he got up to kiss her, but as he grasped her arms, he noticed that she was trembling.

"KP…are you alright?" Ron asked quietly, pulling her close and wrapping his arms around her.

"Yeah…I just…Ron, please don't be mad at me..." Kim started as she returned the hug.

"It's ok; I won't be mad…tell me what's the matter." Kim looked up at him, still trembling in his grasp; he'd never actually seen her scared like this before, and she had fought Shego for her life on regular occasions.

"Ron, I don't want you to think it's because it's you…it's just…I don't know if I'm ready for this. I mean, so much has happened in the last two weeks, and I just discovered that I'm in love with you…and…and…"

"Shhh…It's alright." Ron took her left hand and rolled her wedding band between his fingers as he looked back at her. "To tell the truth, I don't know if I'm ready either." Ron said, turning a little pink. "You're right about the last couple of weeks, I kind of feel like a deer caught in headlights, you know?" Kim relaxed when she heard this, and stopped trembling, pulling close to him.

"Yeah…So what do we do?"

"Well…we are married…so there is no reason to stop ourselves if we get carried away. Why don't we go as far as we feel comfortable going, and if it happens, it happens. If it doesn't, then it will when we are ready." Ron smiled as he looked down at Kim. She smiled back; it was so simple it might just work. She was already more 'in the mood' now that she was not so nervous. She reached up and pulled his head down into a gentle kiss, which slowly intensified in passion over the next few minutes. Somehow, they eventually found their way onto the bed.

The first thing Kim noticed as she slowly gained consciousness was how warm and comfortable she felt. Slowly, she opened her eyes to a bright light coming from behind her that glinted off a thin band of gold that surrounded the third finger on her left hand, which was just a few inches from her face. The light also softly illuminated the bare chest her head and hand rested on. It was the chest of her husband, Ron, who had been her best friend for more than fourteen years, and who was now her lover and partner. It made him almost look like an angel, softly illuminating his skin and golden hair in the morning light. He had been so gentle, so understanding last night. It was wonderful, and felt so right. It was almost natural for them, an extension of their friendship in a way. Kim decided that he just might be an angel as she wrapped her bare body around him a little tighter and dozed back to sleep.

A few hours later, she awoke again, this time alone, but was greeted by the smell of breakfast cooking. She rolled around to see the freshly fallen snow from last night covering the ground in a blanket of cool white.

"Mmmh…that smells wonderful, dear." Kim said as she entered the kitchen dressed in one of Ron's red jerseys. Ron was standing in his pajama pants at the stove finishing up the eggs for their breakfast.

"Sleep well?" Ron asked as she walked up behind him, and ran a hand down his back, leaning into him.

"Well, I don't recall us doing much sleeping…but yes, I slept wonderfully." Kim smiled, as Ron gave a little chuckle and turned around to give her a quick kiss as he prepared their plates.

"Ahhhhhhhhh…KP!" Ron screamed as he flew past Kim on his snowboard down one of Mt. Middleton's double black diamond slopes. Ron was not a bad snowboarder, and enjoyed skiing and snowboarding the most out of all the 'extreme' sports he and Kim had participated in over the years. Yet Ron had a thing about heights, and while he had nearly gotten over his fear of parachuting, he never did much like rappelling or hanging on his grappling hook. This was the reason he had never gone above a single black diamond slope while skiing or snowboarding, but Kim had somehow convinced him (after a morning of practice and begging) that he should come with her on this run. He had done fine the first hundred yards, but lost control and was now flying down the slope.

"Ron! Just fall down!" Kim yelled, following him down. Just then Ron hit a small mogul, flew up in the air, and landed face down two foot deep in the snow. Kim approached after him, but couldn't help giggling at the sight of her husband face down in the snow spread eagle…his pants around his ankles.

"Yeah…yeah, very funny, KP." Ron said as he turned over and she helped him up.

"You know, Ron, it's not KP anymore." Kim said, giving him a peck on the cheek after he had regained his footing.

"Yeah, I know, but KS just doesn't sound right…besides you kept 'Possible' as another middle name, so it's still relevant."

"True…but I kind of like Kim Stoppable too…anyway, why don't we head down to the lodge? We can change and head home. I'm tired…and we need to keep our energy up for later." Kim ended with a playful smile and a wink. Ron turned a little red and chuckled.

"Race ya!" Kim yelled as she leapt into action, flying as fast as she could down the slope on her snowboard, hitting every mogul she could, doing flips and jumps off some. Ron raced after her, avoiding everything he could.

Beep, Beep, Beep-Beep. The Team Possible 'alarm' sounded, jostling Kim from sleep around ten in the morning on Tuesday. The Kimmunicator rang loudly again, and with a grunt and a sigh Kim pulled the covers up around her and hit the button to activate it. She would have used the view screen / TV / computer built into the wall across from their bed, but Kim thought Wade might appreciate it if he did not get an eyeful of them in bed together.

"What's the sich, Wade?"

"Hey, Kim, sorry to bother you, but this mission is urgent." Wade said, eyeing her. "Why are you so sleepy? It's ten in the morning, and you're usually up by eight." Wade said questioningly. Kim was usually up early and very punctual, however today she sounded groggy and agitated when she had answered the Kimmunicator. When she and Ron had awoken yesterday, it was snowing heavily, so they decided to stay indoors…and in bed… all day. And they were still there, after having only gotten to sleep a few hours before. Ron could have sworn he had awoken something primal in Kim. Instead of him, the guy, wanting to have sex all the time, it was her. She had just grinned and said it was because she had been deprived 'til now.

"I thought we agreed no missions." Ron said, whining as he rolled over and snaked a hand around his wife, spooning against her back. If Wade could have turned red, he would have.

"Uh…ahh…sorry about that, I thought…ah…" Wade started to sputter as Kim herself turned red and laughed weakly.

"It's alright, Wade…so what's this mission." Kim asked, regaining her composure, pulling the sheet up a little more, and getting back to business.

"As you know today, I am going to be coming back out to the base to get back to work on my projects. Since the power outages and the riots are spreading, the space center thought it would be best to transfer some of their higher security projects, prototypes, and equipment out to the base. As they were loading the equipment on the truck, Drakken and Shego showed up and stole one of our fusion power cell prototypes. It's essential we get it back ASAP!"

"Got any leads on where they are headed?"

"Yeah, I have them pinpointed on a small island in the south pacific; your ride is on the way."

"Alright, thanks, Wade." Kim said as she cut off the Kimmunicator. She let out a sigh then made to get up, shaking Ron as she went. "Come on, honey, it's time to go to work." Kim said. Like Ron, she did not want to go on any missions this week, but duty calls.

"So it's not a take over the world thing?" Ron asked Dr. Drakken as they squared off together. Kim was in the process of fighting Shego while Ron's assignment was, instead of running the distraction, to retrieve the fuel cell, which was the size of a large computer and weighed nearly fifty pounds.

"How many times do I have to say this? To take over the world I need money and power, and have you seen my power bill lately! That fuel cell will provide me with as much power as I need, allowing me, DR. DRAKKEN, to power my latest Death Ray, which I will use to hold Europe hostage until all countries acknowledge me as supreme overlord!"

"Ya'huh, ya'huh, that's great and all, but I think we'll be taking this back." Ron said as he grabbed the cell and started running away from Drakken. Ron had eased over to the unit as Drakken had begun ranting and was now clumsily running with it.

"KP, let's go…" Ron yelled, tripping over a stair as he ran down towards where Kim and Shego were fighting. Ron went rolling down the stairs; the power cell flew from his hands and went sliding across the room, hitting the base's self destruct panel as it came to a stop.

"Five minutes until base detonation…" An automated voice sounded, alerting both parties to the impending destruction.

"Ron…" Kim groaned quickly, looking over to where Ron was pulling himself from the floor; he had been doing so well 'til now.

"Don't get distracted, Princess." Shego said as Kim turned to see her fist about to make contact with her face.

"Ahhhhhh…." Kim cried as she flew past Ron, landing in a heap just behind Ron. Shego came running after her, ready to inflict a final blow on her arch-rival.

"Nobody messes with Kim!" Ron said, jumping between Shego and Kim, ready to defend his prone wife.

"Oh, so the sidekick wants to fight me? Whatever…" Shego smirked then shrugged, immediately taking a swipe a Ron who ducked, and then flipped over her leg sweep. He did fairly well avoiding Shego's attack for a few moments, but then she landed a punch to his stomach and sent him sliding into a wall like Kim had.

"Come on, Shego! We'll just have to leave the power cell behind!" Drakken said, starting up his hover craft and blowing a hole in the ceiling with one of his numerous ray guns.

"Later, Kimmie." Shego taunted as she leaped to the hovercraft, giving a wave as they flew off. Kim was growled at where Shego had been, and then turned to Ron.

"Come on, Ron."

"One minute 'til self destruct." The base alarm sounded as Kim helped Ron to his feet; they retrieved the cell and quickly fled the lair.

"Look, all I'm saying is that you could be good at fighting if you just took some time to practice." Kim commented to her husband as they sat on a small plane headed back towards the Team Possible headquarters. Kim had seen how well Ron had done avoiding Shego's attacks, and of course she had seen him fight Monkey Fist and others before, but for some reason or another, Ron had always refused help with his fighting skills. Kim figured Ron just might be scared to let her help him. She had convinced him to spar with her a few times before, and had not gone easy on him. Drawing on past experiences of seeing him fight, she had gone full force at him, and got frustrated when he did not fight back. Each time they had ended in her giving up and yelling at him.

"Look, Kim, I just don't like fighting, ok." Ron said, getting his 'stubborn look' on his face.

"What if I make a deal with you? If you will agree to do one day a week of combat practice with me, then I'll let you teach me cooking one day of the week." This sparked Ron's interest. He had always wanted to get someone else to share his love of cooking, and if he had Kim there, willing or not, one day a week, he might just be able to get her decent at it.

"No complaining or questioning me?"

"Yep, you got it…just me willing to submit to your teaching. It'll be good for both of us…come on, honey, please?" Kim gave him her ultimate weapon, releasing the 'puppy dog pout' on her husband.

"Oh, alright. I'll do it." Ron replied defeated.

"Yeah!" Kim said, giving him a hug then a peck on the lips. Somehow, Ron knew he was going to regret this…especially after their first marital disagreement….knowing Kim, she'd take it to the mat.