The Distraction: Chapter 5
I.
Today Kim occupied her usual chair beside Ron. He noticed she kept glancing at him from under her lashes; a little smile would quirk on her lips when she did. Ron didn't know what his love was thinking, so in one class he caught her eye and winked. Her blush was magnificent. Now his curiosity bump was really growing.
Sitting in his history class without a distracting beauty beside him, however, Ron began to worry. Something didn't feel right. Something was scratching seriously at his happiness. The mission, had to be. Why would Dementor strike this quickly? Usually, Team Possible got a little breather between hairy missions. Either the short megalomaniac thought he and Kim would be worn down by the Little Diablo fight, or Dementor was more supremely confident that ever. Possibly both.
"May I be excused, Mr. Barkin," Ron stood clutching his stomach, "I tried the veggie surprise at lunch and…"
"Go! Go now!" Barkin urged.
"Thanks, sir."
Ron made his trip to the boy's room, but on the way back opened Kim's locker.
The young tech genius appeared on the screen. "Kim, what's up…Ron? What are you doing in…?"
"Never mind that, Wade, is Kim's super suit good to go?"
"Well, not really, the speed, strength, and protection functions are only at about 85, bio scans are not really right, and the power gloves and blast functions are shot."
"Strength, speed, and protection should be enough. Make sure it's with our ride."
"Kim hasn't said any…"
"Note serious face," Ron interrupted, "have the suit on board, Wade. I'll worry about getting KP to wear it."
Wade had never seen the 'serious' face before. He capitulated. "S-sure, Ron, if it's that important, Ron."
"Thanks, buddy, didn't mean to harsh on you," Ron apologized, "but something doesn't feel right about this one. Do me a favor a dig as deep as you can, then go alittle deeper, please."
"Okay, Ron, I'll give it the deepest look I can." The still nervous genius replied.
"Thanks, Wade, you rock big time."
II.
"Mom, glad I caught you."
"Just heading out the door, Ronnie, what did you need?"
"Mom, we have a mission after school, I need you to make sure that the Club Banana set is the back pack, not the Smarty Mart set."
"Ron, are you sure?"
"Got a bad feeling, Mom, don't know why, but a very bad feeling."
"Ronnie…"
"When the Wade-bot gets there…"
"He'll get the right set, Ron, trust me. Ron, promise me…"
"I know, Mom, and I promise, only as an absolutely last choice, I promise."
"Ronnie, Ron, maybe you shouldn't…"
"I have to, Mother, Kim will go with me or without me. I have to be there."
"All right, Ronnie, I just wish…the Club Banana mission suit will be in the bag."
"Thanks, Mom, love you."
"I love you too, son, just please, please…"
"Ah, gotta go, Mom, that's the first bell, don't want detention. Bye."
III.
"I don't believe it." Kim surveyed her BF, "You actually bought mission clothes at Club Banana?"
"Gotta be stylin' for my KP." Ron preened. "And I had Wade put something in the bag for you to."
Kim watched curiously as Ron opened his backpack.
"I am not wearing that, it's too hot." She objected when the silver and blue suit emerged.
"KP."
"No, and that's final."
KP, it may be a little hot, but you look so hot in it."
"Flattery will get you a lot, Ronnie, but not that. You'll just have to be happy with my crop top."
"KP."
"No!" Kim crossed her arms and turned her back.
"Oh, well, if it was easy, it would take all the fun out of it." Ron reached around Kim splaying his fingers on her bare mid riff, pulling her into a tight hug. "And you do have the cutest little belly button." Ron breathed in her ear, playing one finger into her navel. Kim squirmed and grasped his arms. "How about if I promise a massage after the mission?"
"No, and…ahhh…quit that…soon." Kim giggle/moaned.
Ron kissed her nape. "How about I offer to wash your back." His spread hands held her as she tried to bolt. "I give bon-diggety back scrubs."
"Ron," Kim breathed heavily, "later, please, I just…Ronnie, it's just so hot."
He nibbled her ear lobe, gently licking. "For me, please?"
"Nooo,Ronnie…"
The nibble turned into a sharp nip, his caressing fingers began a light tickling.
Kim giggle/moaned, "Ok, Ok, I surrender, I'll wear it."
A soothing kiss was placed on her mistreated lobe. "Thanks KP." Ron whispered.
Kim turned in Ron's arms to place a light kiss on his lips. "I didn't say you could watch. Turn around, bad boy."
Ron gifted her with an abandoned puppy look before turning his back.
"And don't give me that kicked puppy look." She hugged him from behind, pressing herself hard against him. "Some day, Ronnie, soon."
Even from behind Kim could tell his grin went ear to ear. "Promises, promises." Ron whined before turning serious. "Your call, Kim, always has been."
Kim hesitated, her shirt half off, "Is it a problem, Ronnie, really?"
Ron's back muscles tensed as he kept himself from turning. "KP, it's your call, I have no problem with that. What I do have a problem with…"
Kim was worried, "What, what problem?"
"You not teasing me like you always have. I told you KP, you can't drive me away."
Kim hugged him tightly, and then released him to swiftly disrobe and don the battle suit. She then pushed him into a chair, seating herself in his lap, laying her head on his shoulder.
"Thanks, Ronnie; I don't know why I'm so nervous."
"Relax, Kim," Ron stroked her bright hair, "just because we're in love doesn't mean we have to lose everything else. We're still best friends forever. Teen hero and sidekick, Mutt and Jeff…"
Kim placed her fingers over his lips. "That's enough of that sidekick crap," She scowled, "partners, remember?" She jerked her fingers away when he lightly licked them.
"Yum, Kimmie candy, tastes great."
Blushing Kim leaned back, "Ron Stoppable, when did you become such a flirt?"
"Flirt? Me?" Ron grinned at her, "I don't flirt, I just tell the truth. I can do that now, since the loveliest girl in the world told me she loved me."
"Exaggerate much?" Kim stroked his cheek.
Before Ron could answer, Rufus popped out of his pocket. "Hink..finished?"
Ron grinned at his little pal. "Kim, I think we embarrass Rufus."
Reaching to pet the naked mole rat, Kim cooed, "Aw, sorry, Rufie."
"No…nic…big, Kim-Kim."
Ron winked at his bud. Rufus nodded. "Kim-Kim get cold."
"Not in this suit, Rufie."
"Yeah, but KP," Ron began, " Demetor's lair is way up in the alps. Snow, ice, all the cold things."
Puzzled, Kim questioned, "And your point is?"
"Put your mission clothes on over the super suit." Ron dug in his pack. "See, since that beautiful B-button is covered anyway, I brought you a full length shirt."
"All right, Ron, what's going on?" Her look told Ron fun time was over, mission time was on.
"KP, I have a really bad feeling about this one. Hide the battle suit under the mission clothes. If Dementor doesn't know you're protected, it may give you an edge."
"Ron."
"Really, KP, I don't know why, but I really don't like this one."
"What I started to ask was what about you?"
"What about me?" Ron was puzzled.
"If it gets as bad as you think, you don't have a battle suit, you don't have any protection. What if…"
"Kim, Kim, Kim, Dementor doesn't even remember my name. To him I'm just the clown who keeps losing his pants."
Kim stared into his chocolate pools with worried eyes. "Ronnie, are you sure."
"Sure I'm sure, KP, besides, I'll have you to protect me, right? Now, what's the plan?"
"OK, if you're certain, here's what we'll do…"
IV.
Two large henchmen frog marched a bloody lipped, bruised Ron to the main lair. A limping henchman brought up the rear. The mission had been a trap. The entrance had been too easy. No guards, no alerts. Not even a sniff of giant wiener dogs. Knowing they were expected, Kim had still insisted the plan was good. She split off to retrieve the gravitic imploder, while Ron went to cause a distraction in the main computer room. He grinned painfully, still smelling the frying circuitry and automatic foam. Now if Kim had done her usual badical job on the henchmen and retrieved the device, they could leave.
Dr. Dementor stepped from behind his henchmen as Ron was half carried into the main lair.
"Zo, the fool has managed to keep his pantz on. You vill not distract me zis time, boy. I shall rule supreme."
"Heard it before," Ron yawned. "Kim will stop you, shorty."
"I don't think zo, fool. In five minutes, when the recharge is complete, I shall demonstrate the awzome power of my gravitic imploder on your hero."
The henchmen parted as Ron was pushed forward.
Lying prone on the lair floor was a limp Kim Possible. Her mission clothes almost destroyed, revealing the blue and silver battle suit. Her flippy hair hid her face.
A bright red trickle dribbled between the strands, contrasting badly with the auburn softness of her hair.