Where You Hang Your Hat Chapter 7: Part VII, a kim possible fanfic

Where You Hang Your Hat: Part VII

"Um…okay." Ron was sitting beside Kim on the long main couch in the family room. The place was oddly quiet, considering the couple had been left alone in the house hours earlier when James and Anne left for their weekend Bed & Breakfast getaway. By oddly quiet, that meant things were not happening as he expected they would when the older couple announced their plans the day before. Even the weather seemed to cooperate with him, the skies turning dark and dreary, with scattered light rain, with more threatening. It was perfect weather for staying indoors and enjoying indoor activities…activities that were more enjoyable in complete privacy.

Kim flipped through the overly glossy, perfume scented pages of her woman's magazine. Ron never quite got what she saw in the things. She may have been a fairly petite woman, but the models who graced those pages were even thinner still. Then there was the fashions they were supposed to be representing. Kim liked to dress nicely, but she remained very practical in her choice of clothing, as well as being somewhat conservative. He couldn't conceive of her wearing the vast majority of what was displayed in those things.

"What's that, Ronnie." She held a finger on her page and let if flap closed, looking at him with a sort of half smile.

Figuring actions spoke louder than words, he leaned over toward her, putting his hand on the back of her head, pulling her in for a kiss. Before their lips could meet, however, a slender finger came to rest on his. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves."

"Aw, come on, KP. It's getting nastier outside by the moment, there isn't anything on TV and we've got the whole house to ourselves."

Still smiling, she opened the magazine back up on her lap. The words 'time and place' almost sprung to her lips, but she let them die there. She had a long talk with her mother the day before and was under no illusions why her parents had abandoned the house to them for the weekend and did plan on taking full advantage of it herself, but the last thing she wanted to do was spend every waking moment doing what her fiancé was thinking about doing. They may have been twenty, full of youthful vigor, but if they got too carried away too fast, they would end up spending most of their time sleeping. Well, being a male, he would.

"Maybe we should go to the mall." She winced, knowing that was not exactly his favorite pass-time. As much as they liked to do things together, they usually parted company there. She would shop, trying on clothes, sampling make up and fragrances, while he would pretty much camp out at Victoria's Circuits, staring at GWA matches or playing with the latest computer gadgets, even though Wade could reproduce every single one of them for a fraction of the cost.

A kiss wouldn't hurt, though. She wanted what he wanted just as much, but she wanted something more. She wanted some romance to go along with it. His hand was still on her neck, so she let him draw her in, their lips meeting. There was one thing she had discovered, way back when their relationship had been transformed from life-long best friends into so much more. Ron knew how to kiss. It was a natural talent of his, considering she was his first. From that moment on the dance floor of their Junior Prom, it was something she craved. Before him, there had only been that utter disaster with Walter and a quick, almost chaste peck from Josh. Kissing was not something she did lightly, though with Ron she could do it all day.

Her resolve almost wavered. She found herself leaning back, his body melting against hers. There was power in that kiss, the kind that lit a fire in her. That fire had been there from the first moment their lips had met, though for several months she buried its flame in her subconscious, not willing to believe it was true or even possible. That fire had almost consumed her when she finally gave into it. It was surprising how, even with the love they felt for each other that there was so much physical desire right along with it. She loved him and she wanted him. It filled her with joy that she could experience lust without guilt, knowing that the feelings were right and true, and that they were returned in equal measure.

Her eyes closed, she leaned back, giving in to their mutual desires. Instead, Ron broke the kiss, sitting back once more. "Okay, so, let's go shopping. What are you looking for?"

Kim opened her eyes and blinked. "Uh…what?"

"You said you wanted to go shopping. What kinda stuff do you want?"

Taken momentarily aback, Kim just stared at him. Moments before she had been expecting to either be carried upstairs or at the very least be well on her way to spending some quality time there in the family room. Normally, it was one of her father's rules that 'bedroom' activities stayed in the bedroom, but her mother had whispered that while they were away, the reasons for those rules didn't really apply. In the past they had spent many hours making out on that very couch and some nice, dirty thoughts were crossing her mind.

"Uh, Ron, that's not exactly the point to shopping. You should know that by now."

"Well, you go to the store 'cause you want something, you go in, check it out and buy it."

Kim shook her head. He was prone to flashes of brilliance at times, but most of the time he could be so infuriatingly clueless. Maybe that was why she was fine with turning him loose in an electronics store, even if the communications device built into his watch had more functionality than most of the gadgets on display in there. "No, that's going out to Smarty Mart and picking up something. Shopping's different. You go and look at things you didn't know even existed." She leaned a little closer to him. "We can also go into Alexandria's Confession and maybe find something I can wear…like tonight."

That got his attention. Of course, she could have his attention with any one given bit of her lingerie, including the plain, everyday stuff. His male mind was easy to please most of the time. In the past, the naught negligee store was one place he would stop at the entrance of. It was the place she would go into with her girlfriends, emerging later with knowing smiles with little treats that could be unveiled at a later time. The night of their Senior Prom she modeled a silk nightie from there that he still liked, and that had been extremely tame compared to some of the other things available there.

Then she finally forced him to go in with her, ostensibly for him to pick out something for one of their weekend getaways. His eyes nearly popped out of his head. There was stuff there that not only left little to the imagination, it left absolutely nothing. To her pleasant surprise she learned he didn't really like that sort of thing. If he wanted naked, he could have naked. For him, the purpose of such attire was to hint, to tease, to build upon what his fertile mind could dream about. That was all fine with her. The 'fancy' stuff was a bit on the scratchy side anyway.

He leaned back and crossed his arms. "Okay, if that's so, how come we end up spending more money when we go 'shopping' than when we're actually after something."

She just grinned and looked at him through hooded eyes. "Why, that's a woman's prerogative."

"Okay, but there's one condition."

"Oh? What's that? We stop and fill up on Nacos first?"

"No. Well, yeah, that goes without saying. Gotta have some badical snackage to give us energy while you drag me all over the mall. What I was getting at, instead of the Middleton Mall, why don't we go someplace different?"

Kim wrinkled her nose. "Ron, the Upperton Galleria is so snooty. Plus they jack their prices to pay for the higher rent there."

"Nah. I don't like that place too much myself. I was thinking about Lowerton Mills."

If her nose was turned up before, it almost sucked back into her face. "That's…an outlet mall."

Ron raised an eyebrow. "Same stuff, lower price."

"Yeah, but people burn more gas getting down there than they save, and it's so…outletty."

"Pretty sure that's not a word, KP, but that place stadium rocks, and it's bigger than Middleton Mall and the Galleria combined. Hey, it's that or we could take the flyer to the Mall of America."

That really got her to shaking her head. "No, when we went there last year you got lost for two hours, and then I almost had to have Wade track you when I heard you getting sick on one of the rides. Ron, come on, Middleton Mall is fine, and we don't have to spend forty five minutes in the car both ways." She walked her fingers up his leg. "Besides, if I do find something…special to wear, I wouldn't want to waste a bunch of time getting back here so I can try it on." She scooted right up to him, kissing his neck, her fingers walking a little higher.

He craned his head back slightly. "Keep that up and we'll never even get there."

"I thought that's what you wanted." She draped one leg over his, nibbling on his neck.

"Now you've got me interested in some bon-diggity think made of silk, hanging in all the right places." His hand drifted to one of those places, making her purr slightly.

"So, lover boy, what's it gonna be? We brave the rain and go get me something that only you get to see me in, or we run right upstairs and I put on something that only you get to see me in?"

He put his finger to his chin. "Let me see. We can go outside, where it's looking like it's about to rain cats and dogs, find a parking place…hope I can stand up straight when I get out of the car." He fidgeted as her teeth raked his neck a little harder. "or we can stay in and pretend we're staying in our own version of a bed and breakfast."

Kim slid off of him and looked him straight in the eye. "What did you say?"

"Huh? Something wrong?"

"No, no, no. What you said about us pretending we're at a place like Mom and Dad went."

"Oh! Yeah, I was just thinking how badical it would be for us to go to a place like that. No cell phones, no computers, no Kimmunicators. Just the two of us in our own private little room. Only difference is here I've got to be the one who does the cooking at breakfast and Rufus is around somewhere."

She put a hand on his inner thigh, nuzzling his shoulder. "You know, I love you so much. That's the perfect idea, and we don't have to drive anywhere or sleep in a strange bed."

Ron reached over to the coffee table and picked up the brochure Kim's parents had been looking at. "Really, the only thing they're getting we won't is a really big tub." He pointed out the photograph of the bathroom, with its large claw-foot tub.

"You've got this thing for 'good clean fun' don't you, Ronnie?"

"Yeah. Showers are nice, but sometimes I'd like to just sit in some hot water with you until it gets too cool, then run some more hot water and start all over. We could light a bunch of candles, you know, romantical stuff and all."

"Want to know a secret?" She got up on her knees, one hand on his shoulder, the other on his chest.

"O…kay."

"Now, Mom made me promise not to breath a word of this, and it's not to ever happen again without her permission, but you know the one room in this house you've never seen?"

He gave her a funny look. "What? You're Dad's office upstairs? KP, that's…freaky."

"No, silly…you've never seen Daddy's office?"

"Not that I can think of. Kinda funny, it's right down the hall from our room and up a few steps, but I've never seen any more than you can from down there."

"Huh. Anyway…come on, let me show you." She took his hand and led him up the stairs, but instead of taking him up the black staircase, she led him down the hall to a room he had actually seen on several occasions, but had only rarely been in. That was another one of James Possible's rules he had to live by. The master bedroom was strictly off-limits unless they were invited. He had to wonder for a second if that had changed, or they had been given special permission.

The bed itself was massive and comfortable looking, but he couldn't bring himself to imagine them using it. Living in the home, one during the summer when they were about to turn eighteen, and for the last several months, he was pretty much aware that Kim's parents, while in their mid forties, were most definitely not old people and were quite affectionate, seemingly even more so as they became comfortable with him around and especially with the twins away. That was why he just couldn't see them…in that same bed.

The bedroom itself, while partially what he was modeling the one in their future home after, wasn't their destination. He realized then there was one particular room he had never even had a glimpse of. Kim opened the louvered pocket doors, revealing the tiled wonder beyond.

Kim's bathroom was nice. Before the addition had been built, she shared it with the whole family. As she got older, her brothers had migrated to the one downstairs, particularly not wanting to share with a teenaged sister. Then, when Kim was fourteen, the new bathroom was added onto the house, along with the room he once lived in right under it.

Where her bathroom was a pedestrian product of the era the home had been built in, the new private one was a marvel of comfort and modern sophistication. There were twin sinks, a separate water closet complete with bidet, a large shower stall and a very frilly dressing table with a lighted vanity mirror, but the centerpiece of the whole room was a faux marble semi-sunken bath tub that bordered on hot tub. It was easily four times larger than Kim's, with more than enough room for each of them to submerge up to their shoulders. There was a series of water jets in strategic locations, as well as a wand attached to a hose.

"It's not exactly that old fashioned tub you had your heart set on…"

His eyes were still bulging out of his head. "No, but this is like the bathroom of our dreams! I half expect to walk up to the big mirror and have it start acting like a view screen. It's like they took all the best parts of the master stateroom on that ship and put it in here."

"I thought you'd like it. Mom said we could use it while they're away." She sat down on the edge. "Lots of places for candles, if we're got any left from last weekend. What you think?"

He started jokingly pulling on his sneaker. "I think we're very dirty and need to get clean right away."

She got up and led him back out past the bedroom, into the hall. "I think it's only been three hours since we had a shower. Later on tonight, baby."

"I am so going to have a bathroom like that put in our house. Man, if there's anything we could do with our money…"

"Hey, don't be spending it all before we even get it." She gently pushed him against the wall, holding both his hands, leaning her body up against his. "Still think we're missing something at a bed and breakfast?" She rubbed the tip of her nose against his.

"You know, we still have to go out."

"What for?" She mock pouted. "I thought we could stay in and get a little dirty."

He smiled, enjoying the feeling of her against him like that. "Well, if you want the total bed and breakfast experience, we need to go to that gourmet grocery and get a few things, and while we're out that way, we can always hit the mall. You know, pick up some nice candles at Rebel Candle Company. Get you something nice at Alexandria's."

"But that won't be shopping. That'll be going in to pick up some things." She cooed, dragging a fingernail lightly across his chest.

He laughed out loud. "Yes it will be. I haven't ever seen you set foot in a mall that you didn't shop. We'll be shopping and picking up some stuff."

She stood up straight, still holding his hands. "I win."

"You win?"

"Yep. I wanted to go to the mall and do some shopping, and that's what we're going to do. Let me get my purse."

Ron almost slapped his forehead as she sprinted up the stairs to their room. Then he glanced back into the master bedroom, thinking about the massive tub in there.

Win-win situation there, Stoppable. Boo-yah!