As with every chapter before and to follow, Kim Possible and all related characters (other than those of my own creation for the purpose of this story) are the property of The Walt Disney Company. Everything else is all mine.
Maybe it was the movie. Maybe it was the soothing, comforting sheltered feeling she always experienced whenever she snuggled in Ron's arms. Or, maybe it was that she was just plain tuckered out. Whatever the reason(s), about a half hour into the film, Kim's eyelids got heavier and heavier until, at last, she fell fast asleep on Ron's shoulder.
Normally, Ron would have welcomed this turn of events. He cherished the times when he could hold Kim close to him while she rested or slept, feeling her heartbeat, hearing her calm, measured breathing, sensing just how much she loved him and how much he loved her as well.
There was one slight problem: he had already downed his large soda, and was sensing a rapidly growing need to pay a visit to the Men's Room.
"Oh, man. Between the soda I drank at dinner and the one here, my bladder is about to burst. What am I going to do? I really don't want to wake Kim, not until the movie is over, anyway."
"Okay, Ron, think! Treat this like a mission. What are your options? Use my soda cup? That might have been tolerated when I was a toddler, but I seriously doubt theater management, not to mention the folks sitting around us, would be so understanding now that I'm eighteen."
"I could try and hold it until the end of the movie. Yeah, right, Ron. You're about ready to explode now. Imagine what you'll be like in another hour or so."
"That leaves me with only one option. Somehow, I've got to slide my arm out from behind Kim while slowly easing her upright in her seat, all while not waking her up. Piece of cake."
"Well, here we go…"
Ever so slowly, Ron leaned to his right, causing Kim's neck to straighten. Twisting his waist, Ron continued to lean his upper torso to the right, which in turn resulted in Kim sitting straight up in her seat.
"So far, so good. Like I said, a piece of cake."
Just as Ron was thinking this, Kim stirred, mumbling something in her sleep. Ron froze in position, hoping that if he held still she would not awaken. It took a few minutes, but Kim's body gradually relaxed once again and her breathing became measured.
"Whew! Way to go, Ron. You almost blew it."
"Hmm… I wonder what she's dreaming about right now."
Ron craned his neck to see Kim's face. It had a very peaceful look, with the hint of a smile.
"Well, whatever it is she's dreaming about, it must be something good. I sure hope I'm the one causing her to smile."
Returning to the task at hand, Ron slowly leaned further to his right. Meanwhile, he ever so carefully began to ease his right arm out from behind Kim's shoulders and neck. When his arm was about half way out, he paused, then slid his hand up behind Kim's head and gently turned it a little to the right. Finally, he pulled out his hand.
"Mission accomplished. Ron, you are "The Man"!"
Ron had little time to celebrate. The dam was about to burst. He quickly jumped up, shuffled his way to the left down the aisle of seats, up the stairs, then down the ramp, out the door and down the hallway.
Moments later, a loud reverberating "Ahhh….!" could be heard from the Men's Room.