Author's Notes and Disclaimer: Bonnie Rockwaller is boyfriend-less for her Senior year of high school and the Gods of Animation (yours truly being one of them) conspire to make that problem go away... well maybe. There are plenty of lemons so this is rated M for a reason. I don't own the rights to the series Kim Possible. The Walt Disney Company owns all those legal things so I receive nothing for my toils here. This is strictly a hobby of mine.

Bon Bon and the Food Chain

Chapter 2

Bonnie opened the front door and saw Ron standing there with a pleasant little bouquet of flowers and a fairly large, unmarked box in his hands. He held them out to her. "A peace offering Bonnie, to get our report off on the right foot."

"Wha...?" Bonnie took a half step back in surprise before she shakily accepted the gifts and slowly smiled for the first time in a long time at him. "T-thank you Ron, that was most thoughtful of you." She brought the bouquet to her face and deeply inhaled. "How did you know I love primrose?"

"I have my sources," Ron said with a smirk, not moving from outside the door. "My sources also said you love chocolate covered cherries."

"Is that what's in the box?" Bonnie looked at the container which seemed to be heavier than she thought it would be and was big enough to hold five or six dozen cherry confections. Her mouth began to water in anticipation. "Your sources are right again. Well, are you gonna stand there or what?"

"I haven't been invited in yet," Ron calmly stated, folded his hands behind his back and bounced on his heels.

"So you do know how to act like a gentleman," Bonnie said in slight amusement. "Well, come on in then." She stepped aside and allowed Ron to enter before she kicked the door shut with a bare foot since both of her hands were otherwise occupied with the gifts.

"Yes, I do know how to act around the ladies," Ron responded with a small laugh. "And being a gentleman today I also left Rufus at home since you don't seem to like him very much."

Bonnie was jolted back another half step in shock. "Why, thank you Ron. That must be a real sacrifice, as close as you are to that rodent."

"It's no big," Ron nonchalanted with a dismissive wave of the hand. "He may be a naked mole rat but he's very clean and can be a gentleman himself, except when we're around you I'm sorry to say. He's an animal and as you know they can sense negative emotions better than we can." Ron blanched a bit. "Not that I'm saying he can sense your hostility towards me and KP... if there is any hostility there... which I'm not saying there is any... there."

Bonnie stared at Ron for a few seconds as his statement bounced around inside her brain and failed to connect with the correct receptors. "I-I'm not sure what to say to that."

"You don't need to respond," Ron chuckled. "All I'm saying is you'd probably like Rufus a lot more if you ever took the time to talk to him. He can be an annoying chatterbox sometimes but he kinda grows on you."

"Yeah. What? Maybe," Bonnie stammered as she was totally floored by how their study session had started. She backed up toward the kitchen. "Let me, ah, let me put these flowers in some water." She quickly spun and raced to the kitchen laying the box of candy down on the hallway table as she went. When Bonnie came out of the kitchen with the flowers in a vase she noticed Ron was still standing inside the door. "Well?"

"They're beautiful Bonnie, I like the vase."

"No, I mean are you coming in to work on our report or not?"

"You invited me in the front door," Ron stated flatly, "I haven't been asked into any of the rooms yet. Where would you like to work on the project?" He unslung his backpack, still rooted to small two foot square area he had stepped into just inside the front door.

"I usually do my homework up in my room," Bonnie said as she pointed over her shoulder and up the staircase.

Ron froze in mid search of his backpack. "I don't know if I'd be comfortable in your room let alone if you'd want me to see your most private, inner lair. Especially with the subject matter we'll be working on."

"Yes well, you have a point there," Bonnie ceded as she set the vase down on the hall table, snatched up the box of chocolates and opened it up. "We have the whole house to ourselves since Connie and Lonnie are at college and mom and dad are at another... convention." Bonnie picked out two of the milk chocolate covered cherries and popped them both in her mouth. "Oh Ron," she groaned in ecstasy as she looked over the plain brown packing box with no designs on it, "these are pure Heaven! Where did you buy these?"

"Er," Ron blushed and looked at his shoestrings making sure they were tied as he bounced and fidgeted a bit.

"You made them?" Bonnie almost choked on the next two she inhaled.

"Yeah," Ron laughed lightly as he leaned back against the door. "I wanted to leave the stems on to make them easier to handle but it was hard to pit the cherries that way. I'm not sure if my dad will appreciate me using his good brandy to soak em in either."

"When did you have time to make them?" Bonnie begged in astonishment, balancing the box in one hand in front of her face and sneaking another confection into her mouth. "You were still out on the practice field when I left school a half hour ago." She nervously tugged the hem of her cheer sweater down in front and smoothed the pleats of the skirt. "I stopped to watch for a few minutes."

"I made em last night after KP and I got done studying," Ron blushed some more as he peered at Bonnie's adorable toes, wondering if she preferred to go barefoot. He liked the look of a cheerleader without shoes or socks and wondered if her undergarments had departed her body also. He mentally shook his head to clear it of that thought. "Our session lasted a little longer than usual last night and I didn't want to only get an hour or two of sleep so I stayed up and did a few things in the kitchen." He glanced around the entry hall. "Can we sit down somewhere? I'm kinda tired after practice and all. Kim knows how to power nap but I can't seem to get the hang of it."

"I wouldn't doubt your tired," Bonnie chuckled and turned toward the kitchen again. "Let's sit out by the pool." She led the way and asked, "What subject were you and Kim studying until the wee hours of the morning?"

"Oh we weren't studying anything that late," Ron said as he raced ahead to open and hold the back door for her. "We got done with our homework around midnight. It was our usual post study activity that ended at five-thirty."

"Which is what?" Bonnie slyly asked as she sat down at one of the patio tables. Of course Ron had pulled out the chair and held it for her.

"Playing around with the things we're suppose to be studying right now," Ron stated without missing a beat as he sat down opposite her at the table. "KP and I always make love after we finish our homework. Usually beforehand too."

"You and Kim..." Bonnie got out before her jaw dropped onto the table and her eyes grew to the size of dinner plates. "Why are you telling me this?"

"KP told me to tell the truth if you asked." Ron shrugged and saw Bonnie was still dazed. "Kim waited for me after practice and she knows what subject we're covering so she said if you asked I should tell you everything. KP said it's one thing she can hold over you, that it's one more thing you can't beat her at."

"That little redheaded bitch," Bonnie swore low, then looked at Ron. "So tell me everything. How long are your sessions and how often do you go at it?"

"Well," Ron leaned back in his chair and yawned, "we study every weeknight and usually go at it for an hour before we hit the books. When we're done doing our homework we'll make love for three or four more hours before Kim finally falls asleep and I head for home. Last night we spent extra time on our homework so the loving started later than normal and she didn't want to stop. She was simply insatiable."

"And her parents don't mind you go at it like bunny rabbits all night?" Bonnie asked incredulously.

"Not really," Ron flatly stated as he peered down at his hands folded on the table. Sadness filled his eyes and his fingers fidgeted a bit as he went on. "KP, well, Kim had her doctor tie her tubes when we became a couple cause she said she doesn't want kids to interfere with her missions. Her parents went along with it since they knew Kim would become sexually active anyway and there wasn't anything else they could do about it. You know how headstrong KP can get."

"And you had nothing to say in the matter?" Bonnie questioned. "Kim said you two are suppose to get married before you head off to college next year."

"Hey if it makes KP happy," Ron halfheartedly laughed and continued to stare at his hands. He suddenly perked up but Bonnie could still see tears welling in his eyes. "Besides, I don't plan on growing up too soon so why should I corrupt anyone's kids, especially my own. I'd probably spoil them rotten anyway and they'd turn out to be just like yo..." He cut himself off as his head sunk to his chest and he blushed. "I mean they'd probably turn out to be brats."

"You were going to say they'd turn out like me," Bonnie snapped out before she caught herself and saw a few tears streaming down his cheeks. She immediately regretted her outburst. "I'm sorry Ron," Bonnie apologized and reached across the patio table to lay her hand on his.

"No, I'm sorry," Ron choked out. "That's what I was gonna say and..." He straightened up and sniffled once. "...I apologize for my out-of-line comment. I guess I was channeling some past feelings against something you said or did to me in the distant past. You've been a lot nicer to me this year since I've been doing good in football."

"Or you might have some buried hostilities against Possible," Bonnie offered as she sat back in her chair. "It seems to me you might be sorry you agreed about not having children."

Ron was taken aback. "Why would I be hostile to Kim?"

"Because you really do want kids," Bonnie stated as a matter of fact.

"Well, that's neither here nor there," Ron muttered as he straightened up and plunked his backpack on the table in front of him. "We're here to study what to do with the male and female things so... what do you want me to do?" He deftly pulled a laptop out of the bag, fired it up and logged onto the Internet. "Give me something to Google."

"I left my notes and stuff upstairs," Bonnie said as she stood up and grabbed her box of chocolates, popping three spherical delectables into her mouth. "Why don't you see what you can pull up on reproduction and humans... and try to avoid the porn sites."

Bonnie calmly walked into the house then, when out of Ron's line of sight, dashed up to her room as fast as possible. She swiftly stripped out of her cheer uniform and put on her skimpiest swimsuit. It was a black bikini that could almost qualify as a micro-kini if it had a little more material and more string to hold it on. It was merely some very thin black yarn with three tiny patches of cloth to cover the barest essentials, a little creation of her own design that she loved to wear when she had to wear something. Bonnie donned her lavender bathrobe and got to the door before she snapped her fingers. "Almost forgot." She dashed to her desk and grabbed her books and notes. (And a couple more chocolate covered cherries which disappeared quickly.)

Bonnie raced back down the stairs into the kitchen and stopped to compose herself before she calmly stepped out onto the patio. "You don't mind if I do a little sunbathing while we study?" she begged as she dropped her books off at the table and headed over to the cabana. "I need to work on my tan for the coming winter months ahead."

"Whatever floats your boat," Ron off-handed as he concentrated on the computer screen.

"You can take you shirt and pants off too if you'd like to join me and work on your tan. I have a great Sun enhancer that will give you a great tan and block out the bad burning rays." Bonnie quickly added, "Would you like a soda?"

"Anything but diet," Ron yelled while pecking at the keyboard.

Bonnie set the can of cola down in front of Ron and casually brushed up against his arm. "Here you go."

"Thanks Bonnie," Ron stated and suddenly froze in place. "Wait. Did you just tell me to take off my clothes?"

"Sure. You always wear boxers under your pants, right?" Bonnie asked as she swayed her hips a bit more as she stepped around the table to her chair. "Boxers are just like swim trunks and I think you'd look a lot nicer with a tan. I love the look of a blond man with a healthy golden glow."

"Really? I never thought about it." Ron shifted his chair back and stood as he he took off his shirt, pants, shoes and socks. He accepted the bottle of Sun enhancer and slathered it on before he sat back down and tried to hand the bottle back to her.

Bonnie pretended to ignore him as she took off her robe and bent over, thrusting her tight, well-muscled butt in Ron's direction. She deliberately took her time as she arranged the robe across her chair before she stood back up. "Would you get my back first?" she queried in a slightly teasing voice. "I always have trouble reaching certain spots back there."

"B-B-Bonnie?" Ron stuttered and stared as he stood up, "wha-wha-what are you almost wearing?"

"I'm wearing my swimsuit silly," Bonnie giggled. "I don't like tan lines but I'm sure you don't want to see me completely naked like I usual am out here. The pool area is a CFZ; A clothing Free Zone. You would've know that if you came to any of the cheer parties when you were the Mad Dog."

"Your neighbors don't mind you're out here without any clothes on?" Ron begged incredulously as he looked at the high wooden walls around the yard, his hand still outstretched holding the bottle of enhancer for her to take.

"I never worry about the neighbors," Bonnie stated as she took advantage of the distraction and untied the top of the bikini. "They're usually not home until after dark and the fences between the properties are high enough." She let the barely there bra slip to the tabletop and turned her back as she looked over her shoulder. "Come on, enhance me. Then I'll get your back."

"This lends a whole new meaning to the phrase I got your back," Ron chuckled as he leaned on the table."But why are you doing this? I thought you didn't like me at all?"

Bonnie noticed the hand he was leaning on was shifting ever so slightly to be in front of his crotch. She looked away from him and lifted the little bit of hair that covered her neck. "You've always been an enigma to me and I don't like things that don't fit neatly into the normal categories." Bonnie melted a little as Ron started to smooth the enhancer on her back. "That feels good Ron. You have great hands."

"Thanks," Ron chuckled lightly. "KP likes a good massage after we get back from a particularly difficult mission. So you were saying I don't fit into the norm?"

"Yes," Bonnie groaned before she caught herself and regained her wits about her. "You didn't fit so I harshed on you and Kim to see if I could force you two to shape up and get in step with everyone else."

"I guess your plan didn't work." The bottle of enhancer suddenly appeared in front of her being held by what Bonnie realized was a slightly gnarled, lightly scarred hand. "You're all set Bonnie."

"Huh, oh yeah," Bonnie stammer and accepted the bottle. She turned around and audibly gasped as the bottle slipped from her fingers that were swiftly on their way to cover her mouth. "Oh Ron, what..." Bonnie barely squeaked, "what happened to your back?"

She reached out with a hand but didn't, couldn't touch the myriad of scars that mottled Ron's back. Most were small little healed over scrapes and cuts but there were a few deeper scars and bruises. One pattern stood out and took up half of his back. It looked like someone had deliberately cut four tic-tac-toe boards, one on top of the other but each offset by a few inches, into his back. There was also one other spot on the small of his back that appeared to be a burn mark. A circular, bubbly patch of skin approximately three inches in diameter.

"My back?" Ron pondered aloud and tried to look over his shoulder. "Oh that. It's nothing big."

"It looks like you were wresting a mountain lion... and lost big time!"

"Well," Ron thought for a second, "not really a mountain lion but I do get knocked around a little when I go up against all them henchmen. I'm still not as good a fighter as Kim is so I get tagged sometimes. Are you going to put that gunk on me?" he asked quizzically.

"Oh," Bonnie was startled out of her stare. She picked up the bottle, squirted some of the liquid into a palm then rubbed her hands together. She started on his lower back. "What's this spot here? It looks like you were scalded by hot water."

"Hmmm?" Ron reached back and fingered the spot she indicated, "oh that one. It's the second scar I got, the first I got on a mission. The first scar I got is on my right knee. That happened when KP was teaching me how to ride a bike. This one's from a laser cannon." Ron looked over his shoulder at Bonnie and chuckled, "There's a sister to that one a little lower."

"How much lower?"

Bonnie could see Ron's face turn a light shade of pink as he swiftly turned away from her. His ears were a delightful shade of salmon. "Lets just say I'm glad I was running away from the laser cannon. Otherwise I'd be speaking falsetto... for the rest of my life."

"Ouch!" Bonnie winced. "How did you, ah, sit down to go to the bathroom?"

"Very carefully," Ron laughed out loud. "The most embarrassing part of that one was, well..." Ron paused in remembrance a bit too long for Bonnie.

"What? What?"

"Mrs. Dr. P always treats all our scrapes and cuts when we come home from a mission. I wouldn't of minded too much if it were a complete stranger that treated me but Kim's mom? Not to mention the fact that Mr. Dr. P had to put his two cents in."

"No!" Bonnie exhaled, completely enthralled with the story. "Really?"

"The good part is Jim and Tim only heard parts of the conversation and now they think I can fart lasers beams out of my butt." Ron laughed raucously. "If they give me or Kim too much grief all I gotta do is turn my back on em and take aim. They run for the hills!"

Bonnie laughed along with Ron for a few seconds before she playfully scraped her fingernails on the crisscross pattern and asked, "What about these interesting ones?"

Ron visibly winced and sucked in his breath as he took a swift step forward away from her. "Please don't touch that," he hissed and arched his back.

"I'm sorry Ron," Bonnie hissed back and cringed in on herself. "Are they fresh scars?"

"Nope, they're souvenirs from Shego's sharp claws." The tension in Ron's back subsided and he let out a huge breath in relief. "Kim's mom told us Shego's plasma powers affected the nerves in my back somehow and they'll be super sensitive forever."

"I thought Kim always takes care of Shego," Bonnie stated in mild confusion. "How come she was after you?"

"I'd already taken out the henchmen," Ron stated as he let Bonnie continue sun screening his back, "and had Drakken tied up like a Hanukkah gift so I thought I'd help Kim out with Shego. Just before I got there KP got distracted and knocked silly so I had to attack and distract until Kim could get back in the game. Man, I thought I could outrun that green she-demon that day!" He let out a small sigh, "and I really loved that shirt."

"Well," Bonnie chimed and patted his shoulder, "you're good to go for a while. You'll have to reapply again in fifteen minutes and you should put your shirt back on after a half hour. You're skin's too fair to be out in the sunshine for too long until you get a good base tan going."

"I know that already Bonnie," Ron whined. "I've been blond all my life and I got sunburned a few times when I was younger. I'm careful now."

"Good, then... show me what you've found."

The brunette pulled a patio chair up next to Ron and sat down. He started to show her the different websites he'd found during his search when he suddenly froze. "Bonnie, why do you have your hand on my thigh?"

"Oh!" Bonnie quickly yanked her hand away but not without brushing up against Ron's bulging boxer shorts, "I'm sorry Ron. That's how Brick and I used to study. Old habits..."

Ron chuckled as he leaned back in his chair to stretch and yawn. "It's no wonder Brick took seven years to graduate. You distracted him so much while he studied. Well, as Ian Anderson once told me and KP, 'Nobody knows what it's like to be thick as a Brick.'"

"Ian Anderson?" Bonnie questioned. "I thought Jethro Tull sang that song."

"I made that same mistake. Jethro Tull is the name of the group but Ian is the leader of the band. We helped them out last year."

"How did you help the band?"

Ron chuckled to himself at the many stories he could tell her. "Do you remember that big flu epidemic last year? Kim and I filled in for two of the band members when they played a gig in Miami. I even got to sing The Naked Mole Rap on stage during the show. Ian and the band loved it but after the first song they told the audio engineer to turn off Kim's mic."

"Really," Bonnie giggled at Kim's singing predicament and swiftly pointed to the illustration that was up on the computer screen to change the subject back to what they were there for. "I wish I could see this one up close. There's a lot of detail in the picture and we need that info if we want to make our own illustrations for the project."

Ron shifted his chair around to face Bonnie and laid his hands in his lap. "Okay Bonnie, why don't you just come out with it and ask?"

"Ask what?" she begged innocently.

"You touching me... Sitting there mostly naked... Looking at my..." Ron let out a quick breath. "I may be a bit slow on the uptake but you want to see my thing don't you?" Ron stood up and shoved his boxer shorts down to his knees. "There!" he said defiantly, "are you happy now?"