Our Place in the Food Chain: Part IX

"Hey, I'm gonna go ahead and change. See you in a few." Kim said, squeezing Ron's hand.

"'Kay, KP. Just hope they don't want me to wear that full body Mad Dog suit today."

"Uck! I just hope they washed it since it was put away last season."

"See, that's why I like basketball season, I just wear the head and a cheer uniform."

"I don't think you'll even need that today, this is just going to be sign ups for Freshman tryouts. I'm so not looking forward to is since half the squad graduated last year. Hey, I've got to scoot, all the returning girls have to suit up."

"Right behind you, KP." He said as he watched her walk away, appreciating the view. Kim had somehow squeezed into a pair of low-rider jeans and the view from behind was just as spectacular as her skin tight super suit. He shook his head as he went back to sorting his books and homework.

Funny thing about those super-suits. After Kim wore the first one he almost begged Wade to make him one. Actually, it took most of the summer for their tech guru to put together more of them, but once they were perfected he made quite a few. The original hadn't survived the fight. It looked like it was in one piece but all the technology built into it was destroyed when Synthodrone 901 knocked Kim out with a huge electrical discharge.

Then when they had gone after Drakken mid-month he got to wear one for the first time. He didn't think about it at the time, but when they got back from the mission he got a good look at it in the mirror and discovered that the qualities that made it look so badical on Kim were just plain embarrassing for him. He made his mind up then and there to wear his cargos over it the next time they suited up, even if Wade made good on his promise to change the color to black.

As Kim turned the corner it struck him how she had changed during the summer. Before, when she wasn't wearing a cheer uniform or her mission clothes she dressed like, well, a teenager. A young teenager. Sure she would show off a lot of skin with her crop tops during the warmer months, but she always wore pants that were a little behind the times and somewhat conservative to boot.

Yet today she was wearing the low-cut jeans and a camisole top. She looked absolutely astounding in the outfit. It left him grinning from ear to ear when he realized she was doing that for him. She even left it on all day long, waiting for the start of cheer practice to change into her uniform.

He was surprised with the direction the start of school had taken. Kim made it very clear was the new year approached that they would have to cool things down between the two of them, at least during the week. That was cool with him. He had been together with Kim for many years and only in the last few months had things gotten physical between them. He liked making out with her, holding hands, hugging, snuggling and all the other stuff that became part of their relationship, but he could live without them when it was appropriate.

The kiss before lunch yesterday had taken him completely by surprise. Not that he didn't enjoy it, but he wasn't expecting it would be Kim who broke down and started pushing the rules first. Then when they got home he could tell she was very eager to finish all their homework. She was almost giddy with the fact his math homework hadn't taken a third the time he thought it would. The concepts were coming to him quicker and quicker, so it was a matter of just doing the work, not just puzzling over it endlessly and writing down something clearly wrong in frustration.

Kim finished hers off with (from his perspective) no effort and they settled into the couch with her laying back on him, reading the first three chapters of an obscure British novel for English class. He was enjoying that kind of studying so much he actually started reading it over her shoulder, to the point he was a little anxious to continue the story when she finally put the book down after and hour of reading.

That's when she rolled over on him and started kissing him and it wasn't just their usual tender making out, she was hungry, almost wild. At one point she actually started lightly sucking on his tongue, biting down ever so gently. He was getting into it, to the point he realized his hand was up the back of her shirt, under her strap.

"Hey, KP, how would you like one of those backrubs?"

"Rowr." She purred, getting up off the couch and literally pulling him to his feet. She made him wait a few minutes outside his room as she got partially undressed. She lay on her stomach, giving him full access to her back. He loved doing this for her as much as he loved getting it in turn. He started off with tender caresses, barely touching her flesh, ending with much deeper kneading.

Unlike the times they had done this before, Kim sat up, clutching his covers to her chest as she kissed him again. He started to get the impression they might be getting ready to go further than they ever had before, but she finally let him go and sent him out so she could put her top back on. Still, he somehow knew that if he had pushed the matter more than just her top might have come off.

That thought was reinforced by all the little kisses she placed on his neck as she rubbed his back.

Later they got on his motorcycle and rode around town, stopping at Bueno Nacho just long enough to get some dinner before he took her home around nine-thirty. Waiting at the door was a stern-faced Anne Possible.

"Ron, I think the two of you could use a good night's sleep in your own beds, don't you?" As cool as her parents were with their relationship, there were limits to things. But, it was school night, he hadn't gotten a good quality night's sleep on the couch with Kim, so he knew she was right and was looking out for them.

"Sure thing, Doctor P." He said cheerfully. Kim, who had already gone inside, assuming Ron would come in with her turned and blew him a kiss. He grinned like and idiot and blew one back at her before heading for his bike.

Kim's mother was absolutely right. He was flat out exhausted. No sleep the night before classes, about seven hours on the Possible's couch, a full day of classes, homework (actually done and with confidence it was right!) and an impromptu 'hanging out' date with badical make outs all took their toll. He didn't even make it to the shower, basically crashing on his bed, out like a light until the alarm went off at six.

Then Kim was waiting for him with those new jeans on! Oh, what he would have given to be following behind them on his motorcycle this morning. The view would have been…spectacular!

"Hey, dude, what's up?"

Ron turned, not recognizing the voice. "Uh, not much." He said, not knowing what the stranger wanted him to say. He had seen the guy a couple times around school. He was obviously a new transfer since he was clearly too old to be a new Freshman. One look and Ron had him labeled 'blonde haired-pretty boy.'

"Hey, you're that guy who works with that crime fighting girl, aren't you. Ron something?"

"Yeah, Ron Stoppable. I'm Kim Possible's sidekick…er…boyfr..."

"Oh yeah, Possible. I remember that now. Cool. Hey, I'm having a party at my place Friday night. Wanna come?"

"Um, I don't know. That's date-night…I'd need to check with my girlfriend."

"Cool, bring her along. We'll have tunes and stuff to eat. It'll be cool."

"Sure, why not. If KP's down with that I'd love to. Say, I didn't get your name."

"It's Cary. I just moved here over the summer, but I've already got lots of folks lined up for the get-together. Be a shame if you and your girl couldn't make it." He leaned closer, whispering conspiratorially. "My Mom's flying back to Go City Friday morning, you know, divorce stuff and all, so we'll have the run of the place, if you catch my meaning."

"Um, sure." Ron started rubbing the back of his neck. While he had never been invited to this sort of thing in the past, he knew quite well the sort of thing that went on when there were no parents to supervise that kind of gathering. "Listen, I've got to get to practice…where is it going to be?"

"I live on the corner of Buster Flats Road and Cherry Grove Lane. You won't be able to miss it, the place will be hoppin'!"

"Cool. Corner of Buster and Cherry, got it." Ron gave him a thumbs up as he walked away.

This is so cool! He thought to himself as he made his way to the gym. Before it took something out of the ordinary for him to even be considered for such an event, like the original Bueno Nacho money or that silly haircut Kim made him get a couple years ago. Now it was him, just him and to top it off, that Cary guy had known his name ahead of Kim's! That certainly never happened before!

He was feeling so good about himself he headed for the boy's locker room. Whether he needed to or not, he was going to change into his cheer squad uniform and put on the Mad Dog head and wow all the new potential recruits. Time to put on a show.

Yeah, those parties had a reputation for getting out of control. There would likely be beer and other alcohol (or worse!) and there would be people sneaking off to do…things, but it was a party and a Senior party as well! What a great way to cement his newfound position on the school's social hierarchy than to be seen at such a soiree. Perhaps it could even help enhance his standing! Ron Stoppable and his girlfriend Kim Possible on the party scene!

Booyah!

Kim was out on the gym floor in a few short minutes. The rest of the girls could take their time putting on their outfits and playing with their makeup if they wanted to. She was ready to get this started and head home with Ron to get their homework taken care of, hopefully leaving them some time to have fun like they did the day before. A little part of her felt guilty about throwing their 'save everything for Friday' mentality right out the window, but she knew when to stop and when to go. They were keeping up with their work for the time being so there was nothing wrong with a little innocent hanky-panky afterwards.

The door to the girl's locker room opened. Kim turned just in time to see Bonnie and Tara casually walking out onto the floor. Bonnie looked like she must have spent the summer tanning on a tropical beach somewhere. Kim clenched her teeth slightly, thinking it was likely the snarky…witch didn't have the same tan lines she was forced to live with. Kim had gotten a nasty sunburn down in Florida while wearing a bikini that was just about ten square inches away from being a thong. The burn was healed and her freckles had faded back to oblivion (on Ron she loved them, on her…well, if they hadn't faded she would have worn a lot more makeup than usual) but she couldn't quite shake the lines. She'd kept just a little tan after the burn was gone. Poor Ron, his skin had two states – burnt or pale.

"Oh, hi K." Bonnie said. "That glow looks lovely on you."

"Thanks, Bonnie." She blurted before suspicion crept in. "What glow?"

"Oh, don't play coy with us." She waved her hand dismissively. "The glow of womanhood, what else?"

"Glow of womanhood? What the heck are you on about." Kim narrowed her eyes at her, crossing her arms.

Tara just playfully grabbed Kim's arm. "Oh, you can tell us. How is he?"

"How is he what?" She shifted her eyes from Bonnie to her platinum blonde friend. Then it hit her. 'How is he?'…'glow of womanhood.' "Oh my God! No, it's not like that!"

Bonnie just harrumphed. "Come off it K. Everybody and their brother saw you go off into the wood with him at the Lake Middleton party last summer. Word has it you were in the back seat of that big ugly car of his more than once on Logging Camp Road. If you're trying to say he hasn't been banging your brains out all this time you're more full of it than usual."

"Come on, Kim. You can tell us. Is it true what they say about guys with big hands?" Tara asked.

Kim glared at her rival. Tara she could accept, she had obviously had her head filled with this crap from Bonnie. Not having any classes with the two this semester, Bonnie had probably been bending her ear for days now, perhaps more. She realized she had not seen either one of them for almost the entire summer.

"Listen, you two, even if I had slept with Ron, the last thing I would do would be to blab about something that…private."

"Kim, I call BS on you. Everyone saw that little show you put on yesterday at your locker. He almost had you right there in Senior Hall. No, let me correct that, you almost had him. Bet you even have him trained. Does he sit up and beg? Or does he loll his tongue and li…"

She grabbed Bonnie by the arms so fast neither her nor Tara saw her start to move. "Listen to me good, Bonnie! I love Ron and we do make out, but if I hear anything else about you spreading rumors that we're screwing I'm going to show you fifteen out of sixteen kinds of kung-fu. Do you understand me?"

"Let go of me Possible!" Bonnie growled back at her. "It's not like you've got such a stellar rep to protect any more. That was gone the moment you kissed that loser at the prom. You were a loser anyway, but you got a full dose of it once you hopped in the sack with him. When was it, prom night? Had to get some on the very first date you little slut?"

"Bonnie, what the hell?" Tara said, pulling Kim away from her. "If Kim said they haven't slept together then they haven't."

"That's bull-snap and you know it!" Bonnie snarled. "Then again, maybe it isn't. All you'd have to do is promise it to that loser and he'd follow you around all day like a little lost dog. Bet all he's done is hump your leg."

Ron entered the gym just in time to see Kim's fist connect with Bonnie's jaw.

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