Disclaimer: Kim and the gang are characters created and owned by a very imaginative team at Walt Disney. I borrow the characters and write my own stories for my own amusement, not monetary gain.

A/N: The final installment of my Kim Possible Alternate Universe arch. It's the summer after graduation and Kim and Ron are headed to Yamanouchi for some rest and training.

Chapter 2 The Ride

"It's so nice to have you aboard again Ma'am, Sir and Sir's Little Buddy," the robotic pilot said as he spun in his spot at the controls and addressed his three passengers. "Would you like some honey roasted nuts?"

"Nuts!" Rufus cheerfully chimed and looked to the ceiling for a packet to fall.

"No, not at this time," Ron sighed.

"Hey!"

"Oh, sorry Rufus," Ron said and turned to the pilot, "Rufus would like some nuts." A small panel opened above the little guys head and dispensed a small bag which clunked Rufus on the noggin.

"Miss Possible," the robot turned to Kim, "do you require anything?" Kim didn't look up from the book she was reading but curled further into her seat by pulling her legs up under her body. She raised one finger in the air, pointed downwards and swirled it around. "Of course," the pilot said sadly. "Turn around and keep my eyes on the flight path." The legless metal man returned his attention to his navigational assignment.

"KP, what's wrong," Ron asked. "You've been avoiding me and haven't said word one since we got on board. All you've done is sit there and read."

Kim closed her book and sighed. "I'm sorry Ron. It's just that..."

Ron cut her off as his goofy grin spread across his face. "The plane ride reminds you of your orgasmic addiction and you're worried you'll relapse into said addiction if we're alone and we get intimate?" Kim nodded weakly. Ron unlatched his seat belt and sat on the arm of her chair. "You know you did enjoy it at the beginning, before you got hooked." Ron blushed a little and added, "and I enjoyed it too. I don't mean what you did to me, although that was extremely nice. I mean..." He paused for a moment to gather his thoughts. Finally he gently placed a hand on hers. "I mean being able to bring you pleasure, to see you without a care in the world and truly happy, that made me happy too."

Kim laced her fingers with his. "BELCH!" Rufus let out a whopper.

"Excuse you!" Ron chided the offending pink mole rat.

Rufus held a paw over his mouth, "Sorry," he squeaked and shrugged.

"That's nice of you to say," Kim sighed and frowned, 'but I'm still worried I'll have a relapse."

"Kim, Kim Kim," Ron said and shook his head. "I don't think that will happen for two very good reasons. One, you are a very strong willed person and, now that you know what might happen, you won't allow it. And two," his continence fell and he looked at the deck of the plane, "I won't let it happen. Even if it means never touching you ever again."

Kim put her book aside, undid the seat restraint and stood. She led Ron by the hand out of the cockpit saying, "Autopilot, we need to talk in the back and don't want to be disturbed. Give Rufus a bag of whatever he desires, but only at twenty minutes intervals. We don't want him to get too fat."

"Yes Miss Possible." The metal aviator flipped a couple of switches and a clock on the instrument panel started to count down from twenty minutes. "Remaining flight time is eight hours, twenty eight minutes."

Kim and Ron walked through the staging area in the middle of the plane to a rear door. When Kim opened it she was floored. "Ron, when did you remodel the bunk area?"

"After we got back from our little globe trotting adventure chasing Wade's fake villain. I took elements from the other planes we flew in and combined them into this. I call it the multi room. Let me show you around." He led Kim to the back wall of the cabin. "Over here we have the communications area. There's a direct satellite link to Global Justice and a few other agencies, pulse and short wave radio, plus a GPS system. The two computer terminals are independent so we can work separately when we're on a mission or just doing some research for a college project. Each has it's own printer/scanner/fax machine etcetera. There's a shelf of reference books and empty shelves for our text books and any other thing we need to store. There's a large screen TV with DVD and satellite reception too. There are plenty of video games too, ah, for your brothers."

Ron turned to one of the side walls, pushed a couple of buttons and a few doors opened. "This wall is for storage. There are walk in closets for both of us and plenty of drawers already filled with our clothing and mission gear." He pushed another button and a portion of the wall folded back. "In this corner is a work bench to cobble together or fix any of our gear."

"Over on this wall," Ron walked to the opposite side of the room, "is the galley." He depressed a switch and the wall slid back to reveal a complete kitchen. "Fridge and freezer, oven, stove top and pantry all ready at the push of a button. I've made arrangements with a couple of suppliers that can stock the refrigerator with fresh meat, fruits and veggies in less than a half hour."

"And I would guess the final wall has the bed?" Kim asked.

"Beds," Ron chimed, "pluralized." He pressed a button on the wall and a super-sized bed arose from the floor. "You have the Ultra Maximum King Sized mattress like this." He pushed the button and the bed descended back into the floor. Ron pushed another button and two sets of bunk bed extended from the wall. "Or you can sleep multiple people in this configuration. You know, if the parents and the twins come alone for the ride. We might want to use the plane for vacations and such. There's a full sized bathroom behind the wall. Just enter through this door here." He opened the door to one side of the beds. Kim looked in and saw a full sized tub, double sink and toilet.

"It's all very nice," Kim said, siting on one of the bunks, "but we need to talk about... us."

Ron sat on the floor in front of her. "No Kim, we need to talk about you. You had the addiction and I was there for you, for what ever you needed. I'm here for you now too. If you don't want to have sex of any kind, that's fine with me." He looked down at the carpeted floor. "If you want to start again with the list, well, that's up to you. I got your back either way."

Kim knelt down beside Ron, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. "Ron, you're the best. I don't know what I've done to deserve you. You're loving, loyal, understanding, kind..."

Ron cut in. "Yeah yeah. I'm thrifty, brave, clean and reverent too. I'm a real boy scout," he chided her.

Kim pushed him back onto the floor. "And sometimes you can be a real pain in the butt!" She pinned Ron's hands to the floor above his head. "You still don't understand girls, do you?"

"Not really," Ron shook his head and smiled. "There's only one girl I'd like to fully understand and that'll probably take the rest of my life."

"That sounds like a proposal to me." Kim sat up on Ron's chest. She folded her hands and closed her eyes. The crop top tee she was wearing slowly rolled up from the bottom and slid over her head.

"Are you sure, KP?" Ron asked tentative.

"Yes, I'm sure Ron." She slid her hands under his shirt and smiled wickedly. "Now get with the program."

"Yes Ma'am!" he said, saluting and smiling his goofiest. Ron closed his eyes and his clothes flew off his body. "Any thing else you'd like me to do?"

Kim stood and pressed a couple of buttons on the wall. The bunk beds receded into their hiding place and the master bed rose from the floor. "How about some appropriate music and lights, please and thank you," she purred as she slunk towards the bed shedding her Club Banana Capri pants and stepping out of her white sneakers on the way.

Ron stood and walked to the bed. He hit two buttons on the night stand that had folded out from the wall. The lights dimmed and soft music filtered from hidden speakers.

Kim dove onto the huge mattress and rolled herself up in the sheets. "Oooooh, satin," she squealed. "It feels so sexy against my bare skin."

Ron stopped at the foot of the bed. "KP, don't take this the wrong way, but I must ask again." He paused long enough for Kim to stop rolling in the sheets and sit up.

"Yes Ron, I'm sure I want to," Kim said sullenly. "If we don't do this now I'm not sure if I'd be able to do it ever again. I'm sure I won't relapse, but I gotta know for sure." She smiled wickedly. "As they say, when you fall off the horse you need to get right back on."

"Is that's your final answer?" Ron said in his best Regis Philbin imitation. Kim smiled and nodded. "Then," he preformed a one and a quarter flip landing beside her, "I love you Kimberly Ann Possible."