Disclaimer: This story is based upon characters created by Bob Schooley and Mark McCorkle for Disney. If you recognize the characters, they aren't mine. I will never make any money from this.
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"So, how's Kim?" Zita asked with a smile on the way back to their room.
"Which one?" Ron jibed back. Then more seriously, "I explained everything, right?"
She nodded. "You did smokescreen things a bit at first."
"Oh?"
"You were trying to spare my feelings," she took his hand. "It's cool."
"Well, you will be happy to know that nothing happened."
Zita stopped in her tracks.
Ron then stopped and turned to face her, still holding her hand, "What?"
Zita turned a deep red and brought her free hand up to a crooked little smile, "I wish I could say the same."
Ron stared at his wife as his jaw dropped to the floor.
Zita remained sheepish, "When you - he?- finally told me that he'd chosen me over Kim," she looked down at the floor and lowered her voice, "I wanted to celebrate."
"Oh. My. God."
"It was you," she whined.
"He was Kim's husband!"
Zita threw down the hand that Ron had been holding, "You're more upset about Kim than you are about us?"
That startled Ron. "She's my best friend," he said softly.
Zita fumed. She let out a growl and fast walked into the elevator, which closed after her.
Ron was left alone in the first floor hallway.
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"So, how's Zita?" Kim asked with a smile on the way back to their room.
The question surprised Ron, "I explained everything then?"
"What I could understand," she nodded.
"Well, Zita was cool," Ron said cryptically before he took hold of Kim's hand, "But I'm glad to be home."
Kim leaned in and they kissed, slowly and passionately. "I am so glad we never broke up."
"Why would we do that?"
"That's what you - he? - told me. We - they broke up after high school when it made the missions too tough." She cocked her head sweetly, "I'm glad we're stronger than that."
Another short, lingering kiss.
"So was he a good kisser?" Ron asked jokingly.
"I never kissed him on the lips," Kim said reflectively. Then she bit her lip and blushed, "but I wanted to."
Ron smiled and went into his 'hip hop' routine, "It's cool! You know the ladies love the Rondog!"
Kim giggled. "So what about Zita?"
Ron went pale, "What about 'er?"
"Does she kiss nice?" Kim raised an eyebrow at Ron and leaned in with a touch of righteous menace.
"She." Ron wiped his face, "She kisses okay."
Kim giggled even harder. "It's fine, Ron. I'm just joshing you."
Ron sighed as the elevator door opened.
Kim walked in, "It's not like you slept with her or anything."
Ron stopped in his tracks.
Kim was walking so fast that his hand dropped out of hers. She looked back to see what was keeping him.
The guilt on his face said it all. He just stared at the floor as the door closed between them.
He did see the frozen look of complete devastation on Kim's face before she was gone.
Ron was left alone in the first floor hallway.
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Ron walked slowly out of the elevator and down the hall to his room. He unlocked the door with his card key. He was pleased to see that the ball latch was not attached.
He opened the door slowly and found Zita sitting on the bed, watching Rufus tumble around upon the spread in an obvious attempt to cheer her up.
It wasn't working. She was crying.
Ron walked in and stood behind her, not sure what to say.
After a moment, Zita spoke without turning around. "You think I'm some sort of tramp, don't you?"
"Z," Ron said softly.
"Well, it's true," she yelled. "I'm just a whore!"
"I'm sorry, Z."
She turned, "Huh?"
"I'm sorry I thought more about Kim than you." He spoke softly, forcefully. "I'm sorry that I put you in the position to do what you did."
Zita turned forward again and sobbed into her hands.
Ron sat down on the bed's bottom edge, just behind her, and placed a hand on her left shoulder. "You didn't know I'd be back. None of us did. You and he probably thought that things might stay that way forever."
When Zita didn't turn again, he leaned in and kissed her on the shoulder blade. "In this outfit, who could resist you?"
Zita only cried harder.
Rufus had stopped his tumbling about and was watching, "Awwww."
"Was that the wrong thing to say?"
"I seduced him," she sobbed again. "I'm a class A tramp!"
"He's as much your husband as I am," said Ron. "At least while he was here."
"You mean that?"
"Very much." Ron patted her shoulder, "Hey, if it had been someone besides Kim on my end, I might have done what he did. I just have experience resisting her wiles," he smiled.
Zita began to smile, despite herself. The tears didn't stop, but she managed a little giggle.
"There's my slave princess."
Zita turned around, facing him halfway, at the same time moving to allow him further onto the bed. She ran her hand along the bedspread a minute. "I probably would have killed you if you had," she paused, "with her."
"I know," Ron said simply. "That's probably another reason I didn't. I know how you must feel when I drop everything at Kim's call. I can now tell you from experience that even when Kim and I are thrust together, nothing will happen between us." He took hold of her chin, "I love you, Zita Stoppable. I know now, more than ever, you are the only woman for me."
He kissed her tear soaked lips. It became a passionate embrace. They stayed like that for some time, lying together as husband and wife. Finally, they fell asleep.
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I realize some of you now hate me for leaving Kim in the elevator while Zita went on.
This separation was due to both pacing and chapter length. You may not have to wait long.