Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible. If I did you would see my name on the episodes, and there would be a character called … well something, that would offer sage advice to the characters at a hang out for the characters.

Author's Notes: Chapter three has been changed just slightly. Mainly at the end adding a little more description to Ron and Amelia's conversation. I would like to thank Jez for pointing out Amelia's voice. I myself love the throaty torch singer voice. Yes, I saw Kathleen Turner in A Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, on Broadway, where she spent almost the entire first act in a slip. Happy memories… I also Remember Jennifer Connelly (sp?) in Career Opportunities riding the mechanical horse. (That scene alone should cure Ron of his fear of them.)

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Thursday was indeed an odd day for one Ron Stoppable. The night before Kim had wanted all the info about what he and Amelia had talked about. Now today between every class there was Amelia in the halls. She would just have a few words for him, or a slight touch. Nothing obvious to the throngs, but to those that knew, or knew of either it spoke volumes. Snippets of, "I'm looking forward to tomorrow night," and "I can't wait to see you again," were heard from Amelia. Her touches were soft, but instead of the arm or face, like most people would touch, she touched the back of his head and neck.

The few people that knew Ron, more than just knew of him, could tell that he was above and beyond one hundred percent smitten with the attention Amelia was giving him. The unembarrasable Ron Stoppable seemed to have a constant flush to his normal skin tone. The normal motor mouth of jokes seemed to be in idle when the leggy brunette came around. A blissful glow seemed to radiate out of a smile that would befit a cherub.

By the end of the day word had spread throughout the school that something was wrong with Amelia. There must have been someone that brainwashed her to like the outcast blond. These rumors were squashed in two ways. First was Monique Dubois's quick spreading gossip circle that let everyone know that it was Animology, not brainwashing. Secondly, Amelia's acquaintances made sure that everyone knew that Ron was a pink sloth, perhaps the only one in school, and that Amelia was pursuing him for that aspect to be her soul mate.

Ron found himself unneeded for cheer practice, so went to the Home Ec room to complete some more items for the bake sale the next day. Soon after he had started his chocolate cloud cake, Amelia quietly walked in and took the same seat in the front row to watch him. He smiled at her, but didn't attempt to make small talk. She in turn relaxed in the seat, as best she could, and was contently watching him. Soon Ron found himself in need of an ingredient that he forgot about, but couldn't stop beating his mixture. After casting a glance around he saw that Amelia had already stood and was moving toward him. He told her where the cinnamon should be; she found it and, with his help, measured it into the mixture. (Author's Observation: Yes, Cinnamon in Chocolate. It works, just not a lot of it. I also use minimal cinnamon in my chili, along with dark chocolate. The Aztecs used to use the two together.) Soon Ron gently coaxed the mixture into the cake pans and put them into bake.

Instead of taking the bowls to the sink like Amelia thought he would he put them on the worktable, pulled up two stools and motioned for her to sit next to him. When she sat down, he offered her a spoon, still covered with the chocolaty batter. "I will give you the first lick. I usually don't share… So please ignore any weird looks."

A mischievous look glinted in the senior's eye. "Who says that one of us has to go first?" She held the spoon between the two of them and stuck out her tongue.

For a moment, Ron was not only speechless, as he had been many times that day from her attention, but was in full mental lock up. His mind was keyed onto her long, slender, glistening tongue. Parts of his body decided that they didn't need the brain to function; they knew their job quite well, thank you very much.

Ron was snapped out of his stupor by the velvety voice of the vivacious vixen next to him, "On the count of three we lick." She saw Ron nod. "One," she extended her tongue fully, "Twwoo," she said around her exposed tongue, and saw Ron slide his tongue between his lips, "Thwee."

Slowly both tongues reached the top of the spoon; their tips touching slightly before they pulled the creamy substance back to their mouths. "Mmm, this is good." Amelia ran her index finger across the bowl and then licked the mixture off of it, before sticking it into her mouth and sucking it.

The only response that Ron could make was a soft, "Uh-huh," as he licked the spoon like a lollipop. He watched her bring another finger full of the mixture up from the bowl, but instead of her lips they were headed to his. He reached out his tongue and found the chocolaty concoction. He then licked it off of her finger, only to find her finger following his tongue to his lips and past.

Her finger has slipped past his teeth, and try as he might, they grazed her finger with them. The response was not what he had feared, but a slight moan deep from the throat of the beauty. His mouth slowly surrendered her finger, only to see it reloaded with the mixture and approach her mouth again. The finger's trajectory seemed to miss its mark as it smeared it above and below her lips. Her tongue darted out and moved in a circle collecting most, but not all of the batter.

She gave a pout, "It seems that I can't lick up all of it. Think you could lick it for me?" Ron nodded and started to reach for her face, but she stopped him. "I said lick it. Please," the last word came out as a breathless prayer.

Ron wasn't quite sure of what was going on, but he did know that he didn't want it to stop. He did still reach out, but not to wipe up the goal of his endeavor. He reached out and ran his fingers into her long, wavy luscious hair; getting a double handful he moved his face closer to hers. He extended his tongue and lightly licked at the remains of the bait. After the first few tentative licks, his ardor started to get the better of him. Before he could get to far, his tongue was intercepted by its counterpart and was directed to where it was wanted.

Slowly their tongues entwined and swirled together. Softly they explored the oral cavity of the other. Too soon there was a soft ding that elicited a not happy moan from the blond. Reluctantly he pulled from the soft, comfortable embrace of his brunette partner. "The cakes are ready. I need to take them out of the oven," he said in a breathless voice.

Amelia nodded and gave a shy smile as he turned and walked to the oven. As he took the cakes out of the oven he heard Amelia's cell phone go off. As he sat them down he saw her look at the number and answer the phone.

"Hi… Yes, I will be home shortly… Okay, okay. Love you, see you soon." She looked up sheepishly. "I need to go. Seems like Daddy is bringing home a business associate and his family, so I have to be there to present the Perfect Nuclear Family image."

Ron looked at her and crossed the distance to her. He took her hands. "Guess you have to be there for the perfect part of it, huh?"

Before this moment there were few, well none that would, or could ever think that Ron Stoppable, social misfit and full pink sloth, could ever make anyone emotionally melt. Amelia could personally vouch for him on that now. Unable to pull up any words to express her thoughts she kissed him soft and slow, and followed it by two quick slightly harder ones.

"See you tomorrow?" she questioned him as she turned to leave.

"Definitely. I just hope that your dad doesn't bring home anyone tomorrow night."

"Don't worry. If he does, then I will flake on it so bad it will make a blizzard envious." She winked at him and left him in the room with the cooling cakes.

After watching her leave Ron turned to making the frosting for the cakes and started humming his favorite O-Boys song.

Author's Notes: Okay, this is turning into a longer than expected story. The shorter chapters do tend to fit my writing better. The next chapter will be Friday and the date.