Loser
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I do not own Kim Possible or any of the characters used in this story. This story has mature content including violence, adult language, and possibly sexual content or situations.
Shego
I don't remember when I feel asleep. But I knew I was about to wake up. Trying to fight off the cold I pulled myself closer the only source of warmth. Finally my eyes began to open. I blinked a few times trying to get the sleep out of my eyes. After a moment I realized that I was pressing myself against Ron and that he had his arm around my shoulders. If I hadn't been so cold I doubt I would have pushed myself away. But as comfortable as Ron's shirt was it wasn't exactly warm. I had remembered the blanket that Ron had brought down and decided that it would be very warm.
The blanket had fallen on the floor next to the couch. I grabbed and started to wrap it around Ron and myself when I realized that sleeping while sitting up probably wasn't the best thing for Ron. I laid him down as gently as I could. After a couple of tries I came to the conclusion that I was going to have to lay him on his back. After I got him as comfortable as I could, I considered going to sleep in his bed. The bed however had lost its appeal. So I grabbed the blanket and placed my self between him and the back of the couch. As I was covering us with the blanket he instinctively wrapped his arm around me and placed his hand on my waist. The bed had definitely lost its appeal. Before I fell asleep I became aware of his sent. How odd, I thought he smells like vanilla.
Ron
It was a dream. It had to be. Things like this didn't happen to me. And if they did they ended badly. So badly, in fact I almost wanted this to be a dream. It wasn't. I knew that. I remembered everything from the day before. Even though the memories were vivid in my mind I couldn't help but doubt them. I could feel her in my arms, her head on my chest, and hear her breathing slowly. She had wrapped one of her legs around my mine. I could feel that and yet I still didn't believe it. All I had to do was open my eyes and I would know for sure. That was easier said than done. Sure the act of opening my eyes was simple. But I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I was too scared.
The idea that it had all been a dream was too much to bear. Sure it would just be like any other day but I didn't think I could live with that. Or maybe I didn't want to live with that. No. As bad as things had been and as bad as they could have become I decided that it was not in me to give up. It was not part of my Ronness. So I opened my eyes and there she was.
I can't express what I felt at that moment. It was beyond anything that I had ever dreamt of. I tried to take in all of her at once. From the color of her skin, to the scent of her hair, peppermint and the warmth of her body against mine. She was so beautiful it almost hurt to have her that close. I wanted to pull her closer. Hold her tighter. But I didn't think that was possible. Besides I didn't want to wake her. I wasn't sure what she was thinking. If maybe this was her giving me pity, which was the last thing I wanted. As much as I needed to push that thought away it was too strong. My heart was breaking more each second.
She stirred slightly. I held my breath hoping she wouldn't wake. Eventually I took a breath and knew she was still asleep. I craned my neck and looked at her face. She was smiling. And it was even more beautiful than I had thought. I wanted more than anything to have been the cause of that smile. Even if I wasn't, just seeing it was more than I thought I deserved. Those feelings that I had thought I had for her, well I finally knew what they where. I loved her. God, I loved her with all my heart.
Most people would revel in that moment. The moment when they realize love isn't just real but it's theirs. I'm not most people. Not now, not then. I wasn't scared either. No I was angry. Not at her but at myself. I would never have her. I knew that. There was no way it could happen. And it wasn't because I wouldn't have been good enough it was because she was too good for me. I know that doesn't make much sense but it was the way I saw things. I could have been the greatest guy ever and still not have been worthy of her. How could I?
I may not have accepted the "Loser" label that every one slapped on me, but I knew where I stood. At the end of the day I would be a good guy, a nice guy, which meant I would finish last. While she was the "List" come true. You know the "List" beautiful, smart, funny, strong, independent and caring. I always hoped that last one was true and I had found out it was. So as I said "How could I?"
I couldn't. But I could enjoy what little time I had. She said she would stay with me until my parents got back from their cruise. I wasn't sure if she meant it but even if she left that night I would make sure that I got all I could out of that time. And as enjoyable as sleeping with her was, and it was very enjoyable, this was not a time for sleep. This was a time for memories. I knew for all the things that I might not have been I was memorable. You may not like Ron Stoppable but you would remember him. Unless you were Drakken or some other people, okay so maybe I wasn't that memorable. But I had been known, on certain occasions, to leave my mark. And this was going to be one of those times.
I looked over at the clock and saw that it was just about 9:00 in the morning. Morning meant breakfast which I would make after a quick shower. This was the tricky part. I wanted to surprise Shego with breakfast so I had to work myself out from underneath her without waking her up. Which was difficult but not impossible, I had to move slowly and make sure to support her so she wouldn't suddenly fall into the couch. After a little work I had freed myself and watched as she curled herself up under the blanket. It took all I had to not try and work myself back under her.
A few minutes later I was in my room thinking about taking a shower. I wanted a shower but was worried about getting the dressing wet. If it did get wet, I would have had to have Rufus help put on a new bandage. He wouldn't like me waking him up but I was planning a big breakfast for all of us, so I knew he would forgive me. I grabbed a towel and went to my shower.
As I was getting the water ready I was running through ideas for breakfast. All throughout the shower while I tried to keep the dressing dry, my mind was running through my recipe collection. By the time I stepped out of the shower I had the perfect meal planned, and my dressing was relatively dry. I quickly dried myself off and changed into some clean house clothes. I grabbed Rufus and headed down to the kitchen being careful to make as little noise as possible.
I placed Rufus, who was still asleep, on the couch next to Shego. After a quick scan of the kitchen, to make sure I had all I needed, I got to work. The menu was simple but definitely a show stopper. Croissant French toast, with a caramel apple sauce, mascarpone whipped cream and apple smoked bacon. It was of my fancier recipes especially since I liked to bake my own fresh croissants.
I got right to work knowing I had to make everything perfect. The croissants went first. I made the dough from memory, as I made most things. After I got them in the oven, I started to peel some granny smith apples, which went quickly. I had started the caramel sauce when the croissants finished baking. I set them aside to cool as I continued to work the caramel sauce, adding the apples and letting them simmer. I took the few minutes that gave me to make the French toast batter. I was careful not to let the caramel apple sauce burn. When it was done I poured it into a thermos to keep it warm, while I made the bacon and French toast. I almost forgot to start the coffee maker but I remembered before it was too late. When the bacon and French toast was done I placed them in a warm oven to keep them hot. I had one last thing to do. It took a bit of time to whip the cream since I was using a whisk instead of my hand held mixer. This was a surprise and I had to be quit about it. Once I folded the mascarpone into the cream, to lighten it, I was done. Well done with the cooking now it was time for plating. I decided to add fresh strawberries and powdered sugar to the plate for garnish. I was pouring Shego a cup of coffee when I heard her mumbling something which was quickly followed by a loud "THUMP".
"OW!" She fell of the couch. Oh my god, Shego fell of the couch. I wanted to laugh so badly. You have no idea how hard it was to not laugh. It got easier when she stood up and I could see how mad she was. She looked at me and I could tell she was starting to become embarrassed. I smiled and called her over.
"Morning Shego. Breakfast is ready. I was going to serve it to you in bed, well in couch but I don't think you like the couch right now." The look that took over her face was quite possibly the scariest thing I had ever seen. She walked right up to me and looked right into my eyes. Before I could run and hide, which was what I had been planning, she saw the plate of food on the table and eyed it hungrily.
"I'll let that slide if that is as good as it looks." She sat at the table as I finally poured her that cup of coffee.
"How do you take your coffee?"
"Black. But with plenty of sugar." After I placed the mug next to her plate, I got the sugar from the cabinet and handed it to her. I poured myself a glass of orange juice and called Rufus. He was scurrying into kitchen before I could finish saying "Breakfast".
I put the plate I had made him on the counter in his usual spot. He smiled at me as he dove straight into the food.
"Stoppable."
"Huh?" As soon as had looked back at her I realized that she was waiting for me. I sat down at the table and smiled at her.
"You didn't have to wait." She had a funny look on her face.
"You didn't have to make breakfast. Actually you shouldn't have made breakfast at all. You need rest, Doctor's orders."
"Sorry Shego but orders or not, you are my guest and this is the least I could do. Besides I'm felling better already." I smiled at her and began to eat.
"How much better?" She asked between bites.
"Well, let's say that I don't think I'll be making us any lunch. After this I'm pretty much spent." She was about take a bite of bacon when she looked at it and then at me.
"Aren't you Jewish?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"Bacon." She motion at the bacon on my plate with the piece in her hand.
"Well, my family isn't kosher." We spent the rest of the meal in quiet. Except for the sounds that Shego made as she ate. She wasn't a noisy eater but really seemed to like the food. Every yummy food sound she made brought a smile to my face. Halfway through the meal I just watched her eat. Even though she had a case of bed head and a drop of caramel on her chin she was beautiful. I knew I had it bad when, I caught myself thinking about licking that drop of caramel from her chin.
I must have zoned because before I knew it we had both finished our breakfast. I snapped out of it and offered her another cup of coffee.
"No thanks. I should get ready to go." She said it so nonchalantly as if each of those words wouldn't kill me a little inside. Have you ever felt your heart whiter? I have. What made it worse was that she had filled my heart with so much hope. I had told myself that it would happen. I had made a promise to myself not to breakdown and beg her to stay.
"Oh…..You're leaving? I kinda guessed you wouldn't stay the whole two weeks. I had hoped to spend more time with you. But I guess one day or night of "Ronness" is more than most people can bear." I didn't look at her as I said that. I didn't want to see her face. I should say I didn't want to see pity or disgust on her face.
Shego
I couldn't speak. It was like I had just kicked a puppy in the face. The pain and hurt that emanated from his body made me want to go to him and hold him. But it did something else it pissed me off. I told him I would stay and I meant it. And what was that whole "night of Ronness" bit.
"Stoppable." Oh he is not ignoring me. I know for his sake he better not me ignoring me.
"Stoppable! Look at me!" There we go.
"I am leaving. I wasn't sure if I was going to stay." I could see him shrink with every word making me madder and sadder at the same time.
"So I didn't bring certain essentials that I would need for a prolonged stay. And while you shirt is very comfortable I'll be needing some other items." He was looking at me now. I could see that he wanted to smile but was fighting it. He was waiting to make sure I was saying what he thought I was.
"You won't be getting rid of me that easily. One night of "Ronness" Was not more than I can bear. Hell I dealt with years of Dr. D. and he never made me felt as nice as you do."
Ron
My face hurt. I was smiling so wide and with such bliss that it was causing me pain. I didn't care she said she was going to stay. She said I made her feel nice. The angel I had fallen in love with said I made her feel nice. I could've died right there and have had no regrets. Well I would've regretted that whole pants falling down repeatedly thing. And not having kissed her yet. But I knew I could prevent one of those. I don't remember walking over to her. I don't remember putting my hand on the back of her head. I don't remember leaning forward. But I do remember the sensation of my lips lightly touching her forehead and the slight blush that rose through her cheeks.
"Don't take too long." It was all I could get out before my legs whisked me out of the room. The next few minutes went by in a blur, but I distinctly remember the sound of the door closing behind her. As much as tried not to my heart still sank a little. Part me a part I couldn't control expected her not to return. But I trusted her. I had to. I loved her.
To be continued.
I must admit this took me quite a bit longer than the first chapter. I was planning to go a lot farther in this chapter but I really wanted to put something up. It may take a while but I while continue this story. I want to apologize for the time it took for this to be posted and for the briefness of this chapter. There will be more. I promise. I would love to hear any more feed back positive or negative. Kagerous.