Disclaimer: I own not Kim or Ron. They are possessed by the Almighty Disney. Nonetheless, I play with them for no monetary recompense. Now on to Paris.

Chapter 3 The Ride

"My name is Henri, I am your pilot. This," motioning to the young woman beside him, "is Marie. She will be your flight attendant. If you need anything, we are here to serve you." With that said, Henri disappeared into the cockpit.

"May I get you a drink or somezing to eat?" Marie said in an adorable French accent, smiling.

"Nothing right now, Marie," Kim said and, after looking at Ron who shook his head, added, "Thank you."

Marie frowned. "M'ai Oui, Mz. Possible. I will be in my seat, at ze front of ze cabin. If you would like zome real privacy, just go through zat door." She pointed to the rear of the cabin then turned and walked forward to her station.

"Real privacy?" Ron asked out loud. He got up and went to the door. When he opened it, shock hit him again. "Ka, Ka, KP, looky here!"

Kim followed Ron into the room. "Very nice," She purred as she shut the door behind them. "A private bedroom and office." She sat down on the bed and bounced. "I like!"

Kim patted the space on the bed beside her. "Ron, come here."

Ron sat and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her gently. When they broke their mutual osculation Kim smiled. "I like that. Wanna do more?" she asked coyly, cradling his face in her hands.

"Yes, yes I do," Ron spoke in a haze. Then he shook his head and got serious. "I would like nothing more than to cuddle with you for the rest of my life." He took her hands and pulled them down to her lap. "But I think we need to talk about what our parent laid on us just now."

"Your right, Ron." She patted his hands and, releasing them, folded hers into her lap. Ron pulled his hands away and did the same.

"Kim, the way I see it," Ron looked off into the unseen distance. "Our parents just gave us total control of our lives. I didn't expect it until... well I didn't think it would happen until they were on their deathbed."

Kim looked at her fidgeting fingers. "You're so right there. I never expected Daddy to let go of his Kimmie-Cub. Ever. We need to step back and look at this sitch clearly and rationally."

Both teens sat, looking at the other. After a minute a smile broke out over both faces. As if of one mind and in total sync, both stood up, reached over and started to undress the other.

Ron kicked off his shoes and Kim slid his shirt over his head. "Are you positive you're ready for this Kim?" Ron said lovingly.

Kim kicked off her white sneakers and raised her hands above her head, giving Ron a nod for him to remove her T-shirt. "I'm positive. I love you Ron and I want this so much." A wicked thought crossed her mind. "Have you heard of the Mile High Club?"

"Yes I have, and I believe we are just about to become members," Ron said with a grin. "Ah, Kim, you're still not wearing a bra? Do you even own one?"

"Ron!" Kim growled. "You know I'm a little sensitive about the size of my..." her voice trailed off as Ron started to fondle her tiny breast. "Oh, I am so sensitive!" Her growl turned into a purr.

Ron pulled her close and she put her arms around his waist. "I know, I know. I sorry. Just a slip of the tongue." His hands went to work on her Capri pants.

As her pants slide down her legs she went after his cargo pants. Kim cooed, "I don't mind a slippery tongue, if you know how to use it properly." Her face twisted with frustration. "Ah, Ron. I can't get your fly open."

Ron kissed her lips gently and took a step back. "You want me to loose my pants at a time like this?" he asked playfully.

"Ah, yes!" Kim hissed. "I'm standing here in only my panties, and they'll follow the rest of my clothes if you want them to."

Ron smiled and, raising his arms out to his side, dramatically declared, "Then let it be so!" His pants dropped to the floor as if by magic. He stepped out of them and lowered his arms.

"Ron, how did you do that? And, what's that design on your boxers?"

Ron's goofiest grin surfaced. "I'm not sure how I can drop my pants, but I've always be able to do it. Ever since we met in Pre-K. And the boxers? I had these specially made. It's the Team Possible logo I designed. You like?"

Kim stood, arms folded. Pondering, she raised one hand up and cupped her chin, her index finger tapped her lips. "I like the logo," an evil grin rose, "But you're gonna have to lose the boxers." She grabbed his wrists and held them over their heads. "Lose them now," she sneered hungrily.

Ron frowned, "Sorry KP. I've never been able to do that. I..." His boxers fell to the floor. "Until now. How did that happen?"

"Don't you realize," Kim said with a smirk. "You couldn't do it before because you had a mental block. You didn't want me to see everything so you were only able to drop your pants. Now you want me to see so the block is gone. Ergo, you're able to drop the boxers." She backed up a step. "Wait a minute. You could always drop your pants? Were you doing it on purpose during our missions?"

Ron's face turned as red as Kim's scarlet locks. "Ha Ha, you caught me. I was usually trying to add a little levity to a tense situation. Usually that is."

"Usually?" Kim queried.

"Yea," Ron frowned. "Sometimes it's beyond my control."

He snagged her wrists. "Now let's see if you can do it." He lifted her arms up.

"Ron, stop fooling around so we can't start... fooling around," she said sounding a little miffed.

Ron grinned. "No Kim, I mean it. Now clear your mind and concentrate."

Kim broke from his grip. "How can I concentrate if my mind is clear?"

Ron thought for a moment. "It's a Zen thing. Just try it, please?" He tried to put on his own version of the PDP.

Kim grabbed her sides and fell on the floor, rolling in a fit of laughter.

Puzzled, Ron asked, "Kim, what's so funny?"

Kim finally gained enough control to say between giggles, "Ron," giggle, snicker, "You're standing there naked," snicker, giggle, "trying to play me with my own Puppy Dog Pout?" She fell into another outburst of uproarious belly laughs.

"Harrumph!"

Kim calmed down and Ron helped her up off the floor. "Sorry Ron. Only my Mom can pull the PDP on me." She pulled him in to a big slobbery wet one. "But thanks for trying." She grabbed his butt and squeezed playfully. "Now where were we before the clothes started moving on their own?"

Ron hugged and kissed Kim. "Let's see. I think it was something about me slipping you some tongue." His hands wandered down, the thumbs hooked into her panties and continued southward.

Kim let the last article of clothing fall to her ankles. She stepped out with one foot and kicked them away with the other. "So, start slipping."

The two teen heroes stood, kissing in their naked embrace. Suddenly Ron's head shot upright. "Uh Oh! One minute KP." Ron raced to the desk located on the far wall. He looked frantically around until, "Bingo!" Ron picked up the receiver of the phone and pushed one button.

"Ron, what are you doing? I'm over here." Kim folded her arms and stomped her foot in frustration.

"Hang on, just get into bed," Ron said holding up one finger. "I'll be right... Hi, Marie?" Ron spoke into the phone while Kim listened to his side of the conversation. "Ah, How long is the flight? Uh huh, eight hours. Well, Kim and I want to get a little shut eye. Could you please call and wake us in about six hours? Fine. Then we'll probably be hunger so we'll need something to eat. What's that? I don't know. What cha got? A completely stocked kitchen?" Ron grinned. "Do you mind if I whip something up? Oh, you've had passengers do their own cooking before? What? My reputation precedes me? You know about my cooking abilities? Well then, wake us in five hours and you and Henri can join us for dinner. But until then, the do not disturb sign is out." He paused. " No, thank you!"

Ron hung up the phone and ran to the bed. He did a somersault with a half twist, landing next to Kim. He crawled under the covers and cuddled up to her. "Did you hear that?" He asked excitedly.

"Yes," Kim purred. "They know about your Mad Dog skills in the kitchen and we now have five hours of alone time." Kim was kissing him every third or fourth word.

Ron broke from the kissing and hugged her tight. He nuzzled into her neck and licked and nibbled her earlobe. Kim's body went rigid and then fell limp.

Kim pushed Ron away and held him at arms length. "Where did you learn that?"

Ron grimaced. "That's what our Dad's were talking to me about." He buried his head in his pillow.

"About... Oh, the talk with our Dad's! What was it about?" Kim asked.

"About... buttons." Ron's last word was barely audible through the pillow.

"What did you say? Did you say buttons?"

Ron pulled his head off the pillow. "Buttons."

"Buttons." Kim said in disbelief.

Yes, buttons," Ron said firmly.

"What kind of buttons?"

"Womanly buttons." His voice barely audible again as his face lowered onto the pillow again.

Kim propped herself on one elbow. "Ron, look at me and please explain."

Ron rolled to face her and propped himself onto an elbow. He took a deep breath to gather his thoughts. "Well, that's what my Dad called them. Womanly buttons. You know buttons to push and turn a woman on? I think your Dad called them erroneous zones?"

Kim giggled. "You mean Erogenous Zones. You've already hit two of them."

Ron looked puzzled. "Two? What two?"

Kim smiled. "That's right, you were out sick that week when Home Economics class covered Sex Education. I brought you your homework. Didn't you read it?"

"Well," Ron looked away, scratched his nose and started to breath funny. "I tried to, but it was just so... awk-weird."

Kim looked surprised. "But that's the only A+ you've ever got in a class. How?"

Ron hesitantly laughed, "Funny thing. I just... it was a multiple choice test so I just started checking boxes. I don't have a clue how I got them all right. Maybe I just got very lucky... or maybe Eros or Cupid were channeling through me, or..."

"Or maybe," Kim ventured, "You knew all the answers instinctively. Anywho, the Erogenous Zones are places on the body that, when stimulated, can really turn that person on. You've hit two of mine. My earlobe and my... tits. Where else did our Dad's tell you to try?"

A lecherous leer crossed his face. "Let me show you."

FIVE HOURS LATER

"I don't believe it. That's just incredible." Ron rolled over and looked at the ceiling.

Kim snuggled into Ron's one armed embrace. "I know! It was so unreal!" She frowned. "Do you mind if we didn't actually get around to doing... it?"

"No. No, no, no,no, No! Definitely not! I throughly enjoyed all the cuddling and kissing and touching and... Well, let me just say, THIRD BASE ROCKS!" He frowned and turned to her. "Do you mind if we didn't get to it?"

Kim kissed him on the cheek. "No, Ron." She thought for a moment. "I thought I was totally ready to do it. I was psyched to do it. But when it came time, welllllll, it wasn't that important. Just spending the time fooling around and cuddling with you was more than enough." She kissed him again the giggled. "Especially with your list of buttons."

Ron smiled. "You know, that's how I feel too." They kissed passionately.

The phone rang. "I'll get it," Ron said as he got out of bed and walked to the desk.

Kim rose in the bed and, using the mattress as a springboard, did a triple somersault to the phone. "No, I'll get it."

"Hey, no fair!" Ron howled. "Using your cheer skills is so cheating!" He ran and wrapped his arms around her waist as she picked up the phone.

"Live with it lover," Kim cooed, placing a peck on his nose while holding a hand over the receiver.

Ron returned the quick little buss. "For the rest of my life."

Kim turned her attention to the phone. "Hi, Marie. Yes, we're up and will be out shortly. Thank you." She hung up the phone and wrapped her arms around her Ron. "I've worked up quite a appetite. What say you go dazzle our hosts with your culinary talents."

Ron beamed, "Anything for my KP."

A/N: Disappointed? Too bad. I think, just getting the go-ahead from their parents, they still might resist the urge to go all the way. Yes, despite raging hormones. Live with it, it's my story. I might let them do it later. Or I might make them wait until their honeymoon! I can be so evil sometimes.