Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, or the characters there of.
Author's note: Here is the next chapter. Work has been hell, so I can't write there. My grandmother's death has taken up much time. I am the sole descendant, sole heir, and executor of her will. Let's just say that fic writing has not been at the top of my to do list. If I had set down to do some serious writing over the past three plus months it would have been a 'He dies. She dies. Everyone dies.' endeavor. Now onto the continuing adventures of our intrepid characters.
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Ron rolled to his right to avoid the malicious sunbeam. Being unsuccessful, he reversed his direction and tried the left, only to be met with a solid object. His ears finally woke up and heard the rustling of pans in the kitchen. Groggily he sat up on the blanket that he had been sleeping on in the living room.
If one was there, the sound of his eyes blinking would be evident. The cogs of his brain trying to grind out what was going on was evident on his face. "Last night," he mumbled as memories of the bliss of his union with Bonnie came flooding back to him.
The sound of a pan banging in the kitchen startled him from his reverie. "Mom and Dad must have come home early!" he exclaimed as he dashed towards the kitchen while wrapping himself in the blanket that was under him.
As he rounded the corner to the kitchen, he saw a sight that nothing had prepared him for. "Hope you don't mind cheese omelettes for breakfast, baby," came the sultry voice of his love.
Relief washed over him in a wave as he relaxed. "That's fine."
"Good, it's the only think that I really can fix, besides toast. You look panicked, is there something wrong?"
Ron shook his head. "I freaked when I woke up. Then I remembered all that happened last night. Then I heard sounds in the kitchen and thought Mom was home and..."
"You didn't want her to find us like that," smirked Bonnie. "Well don't worry. The message on the machine says they will be an extra day. So we can do the same thing tonight. Well, after we ditch Kim and Britina."
Ron got one of his goofy grins. "You mean you want to do it again?"
Bonnie plated the omelettes and crossed the floor to him. He noticed that she was wearing one of his hockey jerseys. "Yes, last night was so wonderful. You were so tender to me. It was like I was doing it right for the first time." She stopped face to face with him and lightly kissed his lips. "Now sit down and eat your eggs."
Ron walked to the table in a daze and sat down. Bonnie placed a plate in front of him. Cheese oozed out of the sides of the omelet. He looked up at her and finally noticed that she was wearing one of his hockey jerseys. "You said that was an old style for me."
Bonnie blushed, "Well, yeah, but it was one all your own, and it is comfortable. Also it still smells like you." She sat down in front of her own plate. "Now eat, cold omelets are not that good."
Author's afterward: Yes, this is a short chapter. It seems that posting is easier to write than this fic. :( For those wanting the sex scene, sorry, I went with the 70's style, you know how good the sex was by the way she makes the eggs cliché.