A/N: You know...I don't do Kim x Ron enough... But KNOW I love them so... In response to the "Walking In on Naked" prompt...here it goes.

Come In

Kim cringed at the loud thumping music. She could barely hear Wade over the volume as she looked for Ron. Global Justice had finished hauling off their latest criminal, Giggling Glen. Kim let out a deep sigh and shook her head. Ron was right; their new-age villains were both insane and losing their touch. Sophomore year of college and most of their missions as of late had been...as Monique and Ron called them...Millennial Villains—far more hostile and using a self-righteous noble platform for evil. Giggling Glen was more a cyber villain, trying to be a wannabe Joker from the comics. Attempting to counter...in his mind...government tracking of personal information...by hacking servers and tracking down agents to erase them.

Kim's argument about how he was apparently doing the same thing he felt so passionate about had earned her a Giggle Bomb in the face before she took him down. She looked at the glitter remnants on her front. The dye was thick and sticky. They were both lucky that bomb making wasn't Giggling Glen's forte and he'd forgotten any explosives to back it up.

She heard grumbling as she approached the men's room and saw Ron angrily coming out and trying to pry the sticky substance from his new favorite dark blue mission coat. Kim hoped it didn't come out if she was being honest. While Ron had faded out of the grunge look he'd been trying, there was something about his whole mad science inspired grunge motif that had bothered her.

"Who Kim? Who turns slime, glitter, and wax into a bomb... A crazy person that's who," grumbled Ron. "What happened to good old-fashioned robots, exploding golf balls, and heck...monkey ninjas. You might tear a few things, lose some pants...but nothing was sticky and smooth all at once... The texture makes me uncomfortable."

Kim laughed as her boyfriend pouted. He'd made it very clear over the last few years just how much he missed the old high school era villains. It wasn't that they didn't still stop them from time to time... But sometimes that felt more social than stopping evil if she was being honest.

"Come on. Global Justice booked us rooms locally this time," smiled Kim. "Did you pack a change of clothes or do we have to stop somewhere?"

"No, I packed some," sighed Ron as he grabbed her hand. "After that weekend I was stuck in the Turkish mountains...I learned my lesson."

"I still don't know how they set your coordinates that far off," Kim recalled. "But you did make new friends before I tracked you down."

"I did... I should call them," shrugged Ron as they left the loud club and headed towards their waiting ride.

A very big improvement now that they worked for Global Justice. They never had to rush from one place to another based on favors for rides. Most times they had their own vehicles, or on occasion...such as being in Japan...they had lifts to hostels, pods, or hotels. Kim hoped for an actual room this time. She wasn't keen on trying to change or shower in a tiny bathroom pod after their evening. She smelt of booze and sweat... The booze courtesy of where she'd been tossed into a liquor shelf at the club by one of Giggling Glen's lackeys.

Kim tossed her shirt in a bag and tied it shut. She had no idea if the stains would come out or not, but she knew she didn't want to smell it. She looked around the room as she dug clean clothes out from her travel bag and sighed. It was a massive room with a large bed, a couch, a small kitchen, and came with complimentary wine and chocolate. She wasn't really interested in either. She looked at the bed again and its massive size.

"We didn't need our own rooms," muttered Kim. She blushed at her own words as she headed towards the bathroom.

She'd be lying if she hadn't hoped they'd booked only one room this time. Though, the one time they had, she'd corrected it and gotten them two. It had been their first Global Justice assignment and Kim and Ron had barely started their Freshman year at college. Neither of them had felt comfortable with it as they hadn't discussed their relationship moving up a step. Kim rolled her eyes as she grabbed her bathroom bag. They still hadn't. Between going to two different schools across the world, missions, and vacations being more about spending time with the family...the only time Kim thought to talk about it was in situations like this. Yet, she felt awkward asking her boyfriend about it... It aggravated her actually. She and Ron always had and still did talk about everything...except that.

Kim opened the bathroom door and walked in, still in deep thought about how to approach the topic, when her mind went blank. She looked ahead of her and froze. She hadn't opened the bathroom door but the door to the attached room. Ron's room. She could have easily turned around and run back to her room, but that wasn't what she did.

Ron stood directly in her path clutching his clothes in front of him. Clearly he'd just come out of his shower by the dripping of moisture from his hair.

"Kim!" yelled Ron as he tried to cover himself. His eyes shot open and he turned quickly away only to hit the table.

The scene that transpired was the epitome of the moments she knew Ron hated and always found himself in—pant-less, knocking things over, and in an uncomfortable situation. Kim went to move forward to check on him, but it became blatantly clear why Ron had turned away so fast. She yelped as she realized she was only carrying her clothes and a bathroom bag. She'd left her soiled clothes in the bag to foil the smell. Her hand quickly grabbed the doorknob and she sprinted back into her room and closed the door, taking deep breaths. She felt the heat on her face start to settle down at the idea they had both been in the same predicament...and they were probably equally embarrassed.

Her back rested against the door as she thought about the scene. It took her a few more breaths for it to click that she had just seen Ron naked for the first time. The image of the shower water on his skin made her blush for a whole different reason. She shook her head and tried to clear her thoughts and focus on her own shower waiting for her.

It had ended up being a cold shower and Kim's mind still wasn't focusing on anything else but the brief awkward moment that had transpired. What was worse was the fact her mind was, against her will, running different scenarios of what might have played out had she had the nerve and the frame of mind to stay. They could have for sure had that conversation then. She covered her face with her pillow and groaned in frustration and annoyance. It figured that she, Kim Possible...outgoing, helpful, strong...for many young girls the image of confidence and self-assurance...couldn't even have a simple adult conversation with her boyfriend of four years. She tossed her pillow and looked at the ceiling fan spinning. They had known each other their whole lives, saved the world together countless times, shared the deepest and darkest parts of their soul with each other... Yet the idea of talking about sex was just...awkward?

Why is it awkward?

They were adults, in an adult relationship. It should be as easy as a simple sentence... Why was she feeling so unsure about such a simple thing? Except, it wasn't simple. It was a very big step in their life of taking big steps together. She smiled to herself for a second. Thinking about it that way...made it easy. She got up and knocked on the door connecting to Ron's room and waited. His voice responded in a split second and right outside the door.

"Kim?" he asked, and then, "Well that's stupid, I know it's you."

"Yeah, there's no one else in here so... It would be weird if it was someone else knocking," laughed Kim. She bit her lip in thought. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah," he said quickly and then, "Ohm, of course you can KP."

Kim paused and thought about it as her hand touched the handle. She looked at her pajamas and decided to test the waters.

"Before I do..." she said hesitantly, "what if...what if I haven't changed?"

"Why would you put on your dirty clothes...oh." Ron fell silent, and then, "Maybe I haven't either."

She blushed and then smirked playfully.

"So you did forget your overnight bag," she teased and heard him laugh.

"If I did?" he matched her amusement.

"Then I'd still want to come in." She turned the knob slowly.

"Then you should come in." She felt the knob turn the rest of the way.

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