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Chapter 5 Paris, Part 2
Kim's legs stated to buckle as she held tight to Ron's shoulders. The cascading hot water only exacerbated her dilemma. "OH, RON!" Kim shuddered and screamed. Ron's hands grabbed her wasp-thin waist for support. Kim's eyes shot open. "Don't stop," she whimpered.
Ron smiled and let the shower's stream wash over his face for a few seconds. His hand returned to the folds between her legs and went back to work. Kim leaned in and whispered in his ear, "If you ever leave me hanging like that again..." She let the threat linger as another wave overtook her. She bit into his shoulder to muffle her screaming orgasm as her legs gave way. Ron's other hand cupped Kim's butt and lent enough support to keep her from collapsing in the tub.
Kim, panting heavily, hugged Ron in a loving embrace. His hands slipped around her waist, pulling her close. He kissed her on the top of her head as she regained her composure and footing.
Kim looked into Ron's eyes as her pelvis ground into his. "I think something is on the rise... again." An evil, wanting grin arose. "You want me to take care of it?" She started to kiss her way down his torso.
Ron gently, but firmly grabbed Kim's arms and pulled her up. "If you do, I won't have enough energy to take you out on the town later," he slyly said. Their lips met. Ron, still fully into the kiss, reached around and turned off the water. He picked her up and, cradling her in his arms, stepped out of the tub. Their kiss never faltered. Ron reached out, found a towel, and began drying Kim's back. Only then did the buss end as Ron let Kim regain her footing.
Kim grabbed the towel from his hands and started on her hair. "I guess your right. Ah," her head popped out from beneath the fluffy piece of terrycloth, "I'm sorry about attacking your shoulder." She blushed beet red and returned her attention to her own assault on her wet red mane.
Ron grabbed another towel and looked in the bathroom mirror. "Eh, no big." His hand examined the bloody wound for a moment. A blue glow formed around his fingers and the imprint of teeth began to vanish. Ron grinned. "You didn't even leave a mark."
Kim's head shot from beneath the towel as she ran to him. She checked his shoulder, then the other. "No way! I still have the taste of blood in my mouth."
Ron took Kim's hand in his. "I'm a fast healer?" he sheepishly offered.
"Ron," Kim chided. "I bit you a minute ago and I still have some blood on my lips. I can see it in the mirror." Her hands went to his face. "We don't keep secrets from each other. What are you hiding?"
Ron blushed slightly. "I... I can heal little cuts and stuff with my MMP."
Kim smiled. "You can take care of wounds with your Mystical Monkey Powers?"
"Just little ones. So far. I didn't want to say anything til I found out what I could fully do." He turned away from her. "You know I'm still exploring my powers."
Kim hugged Ron from behind. "I know Ron, I know. But you can tell me anything. If you need to talk about the powers for any reason, you know you can confide in me."
A strange look overtook Kim's countenance. "Ah, Ron? Have you been using your MMP when we are... intimate?"
Ron broke from their embrace and spun to face her. "No Kim! I don't have that much control over them yet. I would never do that until I have full control and know what I'm doing." He quickly added, "And you want me to."
Kim looked puzzled. "Then all that in the shower was just buttons?"
Ron beamed. "Yep! That was all natural."
Kim threw her arms around his shoulders. "And how many buttons have you tried so far?"
"Only four so far," Ron blushed and kissed her on the nose.
"Only four? How many did our father's tell you about?" Kim asked out of curiosity.
Ron blush deepened again. He spun out of her arms and started drying his hair. "Ah, mumble, mumble." His face was buried in the towel.
"I didn't hear you."
Ron dropped the towel from his face and started to dry his arms. "I said eleven," he said shakily. "Our Dad's told me about eleven spots on a woman's body to try."
Kim squealed and hopped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Ohhh! A week in France and we're only a third of the way through the list?"
Ron groaned, "I think I've created a monster."
Kim woke and stretched in the king-sized bed. She spooned into the back of her partner and nibbled on his ear. "Wakey, wakey, Ron. The sun is setting and we have a town to explore." She got out of bed and, grabbing a robe, padded onto the balcony. Ron donned the other robe and followed.
It was a magnificent sunset behind the Eiffel Tower. The occasional kiss only added to the glorious experience. When the sun disappeared, they returned to the room and dressed.
"What would you like to do tonight?" Kim queried. "I'm hungry, so let's get something to eat first."
Ron smiled. "I know of a little bistro along the Left Bank. Then we can go to the Eiffel Tower and see the city. Mom, Dad and I went up there during the day, but I hear it's very romantic at night."
The stroll along the left bank, arm in arm, was perfect. They fed each other at the bistro, laughing and kissing between bites.
Only once, during a fit of guilt, did Kim pull out her Kimmunicator and check in with her Web Master. "Are you sure Wade?" Kim asked. We're not needed anywhere?"
"No Kim, all's quiet," Wade reassured her with a knowing grin. "And nothing more on our mysterious villain. Just enjoy yourself. Wade out."
Finally, they found themselves on the top viewer's platform of the Eiffel Tower. Kim laid her head on Ron's shoulder. "This is all too perfect," she sighed. "Being here, in Paris, with you," she kissed him softly, "my bestest friend and partner..."
"And no freaks to fight," Ron added.
"Only peace and quiet." Kim sighed again. "I think I could learn to like this."
As they got off the elevator a scream pierced the air. Kim saw that the woman who shrieked was also pointing at a man running away. She went into mission mode and sprung into action.
Kim ran at the guy, did a double cartwheel and flipped three times before landing in front of him. "I don't know what you did to the lady, but you aren't going anywhere until we figure it out."
The man, wheeling around to flee, ran headlong into Ron and fell to the ground. "Dude, the lady was talking to you. Why would you ignore such a beautiful woman. I thought you French guys were all about the ladies?"
The woman, with a Gendarme in tow, was jabbering in French as they approached. The policeman picked the guy off the ground and searched him. To no ones surprise he pulled the woman's purse out from under the crook's jacket. The Gendarme handed the purse to the woman and handcuffed the purse snatcher. A fellow officer came and, after a brief conversation with his associate, hauled the thief off. The woman followed.
The first officer turned to our heroes and said, "Thank you zo much for your assistance." He clicked his heals and tipped his hat. "You are Team Possible, No?"
Kim blushed, "Yes we are, and it was no big. How do you know us?"
"Oh, we have never met, but I was one of ze officers assigned to Francois the hairstylist, when all his Le Goop was stolen. May I ask why you are in Paree?"
Ron answered, "There's been a threat made against the Louvre and we've been asked to check it out."
"M'ai Oui, I have heard of the threat." The Gendarme thought for a moment. "I am pleazed you are here to help. Well," he tipped his hat and clicked his heels again, "Have a pleasant stay and best of luck." He turned and left.
Kim grabbed Ron's arm and started dragging him away. "Come on Ron. We need to get back to hotel."
"Wha? Kim, hold on," Ron protested. "What's the hurry. There's a lot more to see."
Kim spun and jumped into his arms, kissing him passionately. "Ron, that little fracas has got my motor running. I need a little more action." She ground her pelvis into his. "If you know what I mean," she purred.
Ron's eyes grew large and his jaw dropped a little. "You're an adrenaline junkie and that was..."
Kim's face was one big wicked smile. "Foreplay!" She planted a huge wet one on her fiancé/partner. "Race you back to the hotel!" she yelled as she took off, kicking up dust.
"I have created a monster!" Ron yelled as he chased the redhead across the park.
