It's Addictive: Chapter 8

I.

"Mother!" A shocked Kim managed, "that is sick and wrong!"

"What?' The lovely matriarch refocused, "Kimmie, what are you talking about?"

"I saw that, you were thinking about Ron."

"Don't be ridiculous, Kimmie, I'm almost old enough to be his mother." Anne answered coyly.

"Mom, he's mine, you've got yours." Kim stared at her flushed mother, "this sitch is getting weird enough without…"

Anne Possible tried her best to look offended, "Kimberly Anne Possible, how dare you think your own mother would…" She couldn't hold her expression and collapsed in giggles.

"Mom," Kim gave a long suffering sigh, "are you going to keep playing me, or can we get on with this?"

"Why, Kim, what makes you think I'm playing you? I mean, if you can only handle sixteen out of two hundred, maybe Ronald needs…"

"I'll have you know I handled twenty three…" Kim clapped her hands to her mouth. Her natural Kimpetiveness had done it to her again.

"You did?" Anne twinkled, "And just what were these twenty three?"

"I…I…I…" Kim stammered.

"Yes?"

Kim could feel her face blazing, "Mom, I…ah, I don't really …um…I…"

Anne fought to keep her grin manageable, "Kimmie, what don't you 'really'?" You don't want to tell me?"

Kim stared at her coffee, "Well, not really, I don't, but that's not it."

"All right, what is it?"

"I really don't remember." Kim mumbled.

"What?"

"I don't know what he did, all right?" Kim bounced her forehead on the table. "I don't remember, Mom, just that he started kissing my neck and…and…" her voice trailed off.

Looking at her daughter's dreamy eyes, Anne felt a twinge of jealousy. She could understand though, after what Jimmy did Friday night.Anne's body began to warm in memory…"Kim, what are you thinking of?"

Kim started, "Sorry, Mom. I can't help it. I never felt anything like what Ron did."

"And that's exactly what I want to know, what did Ron do?"

"Weelll, I think he was rubbing my back."

"Touching her back? Jimmy was rubbing my…no; it couldn't be, could it?"

"Kim did he by any chance…" The doorbell interrupted her, "Who could that be?"

"I'll get it," Kim exclaimed as she escaped.

II.

"Du? What…what…Du?" Ron stared at the ebony haired, olive skinned woman slowly walking toward him

"Anything you want, lover," the agent played with the zipper of her tunic, gradually widening the gap. "I know all about you Ron."

"Me?" Ron's voice tried to imitate Falsetto Jones, "What about me? Sidekick? Buffoon, y'know?"

"Oh, I know that's the game you play." Her voice was inviting, "but that's not the game I want to play."

Ron's eyes involuntarily followed the slender hand moving the zip slowly up and down, revealing and concealing. "How low can that…gah…no slings…man, that's some soft…FOCUS, Rondo… focus…round, soft…wrong focus!"

"You see, Ronnie, I got into a little trouble at GJ, got too personal on a mission, and for punishment I had to review and catalogue all the Ron factor files and tapes. I found out a few things the brain boys missed."

She had managed to back him against the upholstered side of the cabin. "See, they looked for something extraordinary, I looked for something subtle."

Ron felt her press her torso against his, the slight pressure causing her tunic to part like an opening curtain. "Wi…Wil…"

Her hand reached up to caress his cheek, palm flat, fingers tickling his neck. "Just call me Willy, love. Anyway, I decided to reactivate the surveillance we had left, and guess what? I couldn't see what you did to those girls, but I could see the effect. Now," Her caressing fingers tightened, her other arm coming up to pull his face down, "I need a more…hands on approach." Her full soft, lips pressed to Ron's.

Ron's brain and body erupted in hormone melt down as her tickling tongue sought entrance. His flailing arms wrapping around the cuddlesome package.

"Ummmmmmm."

III.

"Amelia?"

"Morning, Kim, may I come in?"

"Ah…sure, come on in. What can I do for you, Amelia?"

"We need to talk, in private."

"About what?"

"Do you know what's been happening with Ron?"

Kim began to panic, "Ron? What's wrong with Ron? Is he in trouble?"

"I think you could say that, yes."

"C'mon." Kim grasped Amelia's arm, jerking her through the door and pulling her towards the stairs. Her mother intercepted her.

"Kim, who was…hello? Kim?"

"Mom, this is...this is Amelia. She goes to school with Ron and me."

Anne's eyes twinkled, "I see school isn't all you share." She nodded at the pin on Amelia's breast. Both teen's blushed "I heard Ron's name mentioned, so I think you two young ladies and I need to talk."

"Mom, I…"

"Mrs. Possible, we…"

"In the kitchen, now."

IV.

Bonnie marched toward her front door, followed determinedly by her four co-conspirators, wherever Ron was, Kim would know or be able to find out. After Monique's revelations, they were more determined than ever to explore this new Ron. Throwing open the door Bonnie halted abruptly, causing a small pileup. On her doorstep, glaring at her, were the six remaining members of the cheer squad.

"All right, Bonnie, you've got Ron, and we want him. Either bring him out or we're coming in."

"Yeah," snarled Hope, "you five have had your fun, now get out of the way."

"But we don't have him!" Melody shouted.

"Uh-huh, like we'd believe a bunch that didn't tell anybody else what they were doing. What happened to the 'sisterhood'? Our sorority?" growled Tara...

Hope pushed forward, "Out of our way."

Bonnie pushed back, "You are not coming in here."

Marcella's small fist missed as Bonnie ducked. Unfortunately that left Little Mary's generous cushions open.

"Owwwwww…. You little…."

The door shut behind the last of the six charging cheerleaders.

V.

Ron finally regained enough wits to pull away from the soft lips consuming his. "Ag…agent…"

"Just call me Willy, love."

Ron dodged her seeking lips, "O…okay, Willy, what are you talking about? I know GJ…stop that!" Ron grabbed her wrists. "I have enough trouble keeping my pants on without…wait, that didn't…"

"Ahhh, just a little peek?" Her hand cupped him, "After all, I've seen the tapes."

"I, I, d-don't do that."

BEEEP, the monitor on the wall came on. "Agent Du two, what are you doing?"

Willy rested her head on Ron's chest before turning, "Dr. Director, what a pleasant surprise. Can I help you?"

Deciding this was no time to faint from relief, Ron placed his hands on Willy's shoulders, easing her toward the monitor. Getting her close, he eyed the side door on the plane. How quick could he open it and escape? He began easing over towards it. His movement attracted the director's notice. "Ron? What are you doing to my agent?"

"To her?" Ron squawked in disbelief.

"Ron, you do understand that you are breaking a number of fraternization regulations. Not to mention what Miss Possible will say when she finds out how you conduct yourself."

"Willy! Tell her…" Ron stared at the agent's innocent face.

"Tell her what, Ron?"

"Agent Du two, can you return to headquarters?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Ron, I am very disappointed in you. We'll discuss this further when you and Agent Du two return. Out." The monitor shut off.

Ron turned to Willy, "How could you?"

"I saw you eyeing that escape hatch, Ronnie," Willy purred as she pressed forward, "and it is up to you what we tell Dr. Director."

"Huh?"

Her hands gently clasped his cheeks, pulling him toward her lips, "If you help me with my 'research', that's what I tell the director. If you don't want to help, then…"

"Then you accuse me of assault?"

"Ronnie," she whispered against his mouth, "I would never do that. I promise I won't say a word."

"But, if you don't…she'll think…oh, man."

"Now, don't be shy, just show me what you got, and everything will be just fine."

"KP, sidekick really in trouble."