Author's Note: I've been having big slump in my writing lately, and I'm REALLY sorry for the lateness, shortness, and crumminess of this chapter. I'll try to do better next time.
Again, thanks to cpneb for the beta (sure took his sweet time, though, the lazy sob :)
Chapter 2: A New Playing Field
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The pencil was no match for Kim. The poor writing utensil had been reduced to a toothpick between the troubled redhead's grinding teeth.
What the hell am I doing? Kim asked herself for the nth time. This is crazy. I'm crazy. How did I end up being involved with Bonnie?
Kim glanced over her shoulder to Bonnie, who was sitting in the next row, one seat back.
I'm a hero, a role model, and I'm smacking lips with the meanest girl in school. With that snarky, tanned, full-lipped- Get a grip, Kim!
"Kim Possible?"
Kim awoke from her musings. "What?"
"What's the answer?" asked Mr. Barkin, now substituting for their math teacher, Ms. Graph.
"Uh.. e to the power of x?" Kim ventured a guess.
"Correct. I guess you were paying attention."
Phew! she sighed of relief. Maybe Ron's dumb luck - or dumb skill, as Ron liked to call it - was rubbing off on her. Still, that didn't help her with her problem. She knew what she was doing had to be wrong, it just had to be. But why did it feel so right - no, not right... Good? When she was with Bonnie, Kim felt so alive. It was exciting, it was scary, it was... forbidden. Bonnie was a vice. She was chocolate - bad for you, but when it was right in front of you, you couldn't help stuffing your face.
Maybe that's what Kim needed to do: keep away from Bonnie, not expose herself to temptation. Kim knew it was easier said than done, especially when she wasn't even sure she wanted to stop. This was all new territory for her, and in spite of her hang-ups, she was eager to explore it. Just the thought of Bonnie's soft lips on hers, those skillful hands roaming her body...
Kim bit her lip.
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"Hey, Kim, wait up!" Ron called as he chased Kim after the class.
Kim didn't seem to hear him, and continued pushing through the crowd in a daze. When Ron caught up to her, she had her hand on the dial on her locker, but wasn't entering the combination.
"What's up, KP?" Ron asked.
"Huh? Sorry, I had something on my mind."
Even though Ron was pretty sure he knew what it was, he didn't let it show. "Let's go hang out at the caf."
"Sure, I-" Kim started, before she saw something behind Ron. For a moment, intense indecision marred Kim's face. It didn't go unnoticed by Ron, but before he was able to ask about it, Kim let out a resigned sigh. "Sorry, something came up," she said and walked past Ron.
Ron turned around just in time to see Bonnie ducking in one of the classrooms. It didn't take him long to figure out where his friend was headed.
"C'mon, you promised we'd hang out," he called out after her, knowing his pleads were in vain.
"I'm sorry, Ron. I'll make it up to you," Kim threw over her shoulder, without even slowing down.
"You'd better," Ron grumbled as he watched her disappear in the classroom Bonnie had gone in just moments before.
Ron sighed. Only a week ago he had thought he was the luckiest guy in the world. He had the occasional front row seat to watch two seriously hot cheerleaders make out - without them knowing, of course. But now he realized how much he missed spending time with KP. She was blowing him off more frequently and the whole girl-on-girl thing was starting to get old – something he would never admit to another man, not in a million years.
This was headed nowhere good, fast.
Ron's mood picked up a little during the remaining classes as he shared them with Kim, and she seemed to have filled her Bonnie-quota for the day.
With the day finally over, the best friends rendezvoused at their lockers.
"So, what's next, KP?" Ron asked as he stuffed his books in his locker, careless of the damage he might inflict.
"We have cheer practice, remember?" Kim said. She closed her locker and looked at Ron's mistreatment of school property in bemusement.
"Cool." Ron forced his locker shut. The door had a noticeable bulge. "Then it's off to Bueno Nacho."
The two headed down the hall towards the gym.
"I just hope Bonnie doesn't get on my case again," Kim said.
"What's up with that? You've been smacking lips with her for almost-"
"Shut up, Ron!" Kim shushed him, and looked around if anyone heard. "Do you want everyone to know?"
"Sorry, KP."
"Try to be more careful. Do you have any idea what would happen if people found out?"
"Well," Ron scratched his head, "umm, no, not really."
"Well... I don't either, but I'm sure it would be bad."
"Okay."
"Let's just get going."
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Kim stormed into the locker room after Bonnie. The redhead was so furious the room was a throw of water away from turning into a sauna.
"What the hell's your problem?!" she shouted, causing Bonnie to turn and face her, the look of disdain never leaving her face. Hope and Jessica, the only girls still in the locker room, ducked out quickly, lest they get in the middle of the impending death match.
"What're you getting so worked up about? I only said what everyone was thinking," Bonnie said, arms crossed.
"If you have a problem with the routine," Kim fumed, now toe-to-toe with Bonnie, "bring it up in private, not in front of the squad!"
"I wouldn't have to bring it up at all if you'd stop trying to kill us with those dare-devil stunts you call a routine!" the brunette shot back angrily, her arms now at her sides, hands clenched into fists.
"Just because you can't step up to the challenge, don't ruin it for the rest of us!"
"What's that supposed to mean?!"
"Oh," Kim said, bringing her hand up to her mouth in a mock apologetic gesture, "should I have used small words a simpleton like you can understand?"
Bonnie raised her hand in an obvious attempt to slap Kim, but the redhead was faster and grabbed the brunette's wrist and slammed her against the lockers.
"If you want to keep that hand, you won't try that again," Kim snarled. Bonnie growled and pushed off the lockers, pushing both of them across the aisle, slamming into the other row of lockers, leaving a sizable dent.
Bonnie grinned. "What's the matter Possible," she mocked, "the big hero can't handle little old m-" Her words were captured in Kim's mouth as the redhead reached out her hand and grabbed Bonnie by the back of the head, forcing the brunette's lips on hers. Bonnie tried to pull back, more on reflex than actual desire to separate. Kim's hold stayed fast, and the two stumbled back to the other side, making another dent on the sheet metal doors.
Once again they pushed off, now veering slightly, ending up in the showers. Their struggle caused one of the showers to turn on. Any semblance of fighting washed away with the rain of tepid water, leaving only desire. Pure. Hungry. Passionate.
The physical response their bodies exhibited was clearly visible through their soaking wet tops.
"Is it cold in here, or are you just happy to see me?" Bonnie grinned.
Kim turned away for a moment, blushing slightly. "Probably both."
Kim gasped sharply and bit her lip to suppress the moan as Bonnie cupped her breast and brushed the erect nipple with her finger.
"Bonnie," she sighed.
"We've been doing this for, what, two weeks now," Bonnie said. "Maybe we should try going to the next level."
"What do you-" Kim began, but stopped as Bonnie lowered herself to her knees, sliding her hands along Kim's sides until they reached her hips.
"I've always liked that bare midriff of yours," the kneeling brunette said before she began planting kisses around Kim's exposed navel. Kim's hands landed on her shoulders, resisting weakly. No longer pushing her away, Kim suddenly squeezed when Bonnie kissed her bellybutton, darting her tongue into it. The resulting wetness had nothing to do with the falling water.
For a moment she seemed to surrender. Encouraged, Bonnie slid her hands up to the bottom of Kim's top, and started lifting it as she stood up. Before the garment had risen high enough to release its contents, Kim's resolve returned and she stopped Bonnie from advancing any further.
"Bonnie," she began, looking the clearly disappointed brunette in the eye. "I don't think I'm ready for that. And when I am, I don't want it to be here. I want to be somewhere safe and private."
"Like where? This is about as private as we can get without sneaking into a motel."
Bonnie was right. Every hideout and closet had become old hat to them in their search for privacy. Even Barkin's office had lost its thrill. It's not that they were craving for more excitement, they simply wanted a place where to continue their activies, unseen, after school hours.
But there was one thing Kim wouldn't go for.
"No motels," she said.
"At least we agree on something," Bonnie replied. "Let's just wash up and think about this later."
"Yeah, about that... You should go first."
"Getting bashful all of a sudden?"
"It's just a little too weird for me right now."
"Fine," Bonnie said, disappointed. Her own discomfort didn't make it past the front she'd been cultivating for years.
For the next two days they tried getting some afternoon delight in Kim's room, but it was far from private. If it wasn't the Tweebs planting booby traps or leering at Bonnie, one of Kim's parents was sticking their head in, asking if the girls needed anything. Bonnie was starting to get frustrated.
"This is unacceptable. We need a place with some privacy," Bonnie complained, sitting on Kim's bed.
"How about your house?" Kim asked. She was sitting backwards on her desk chair, leaning on its back support.
"Nah, Mom works from home, she's always around. And I don't want to risk running into my sisters."
"What about Ron's tree house?"
"No way I'm swapping spit in some dingy hut in a tree."
"The tree house is not dingy."
"Whatever." Bonnie let out a frustrated groan and threw herself on the bed. "Isn't there anywhere we can go?"
"Well, there is one place..," Kim said hesitantly.
"Where?"
"Ron's parents work long hours, and I have the keys to his house."
"What about Ron?"
"When he's not with me, he's usually at the arcade."
Bonnie sat up, grinning lasciviously. "So, what are we waiting for?" she said and got up from the bed.
Kim stood up and followed the brunette. Before they reached the ladder, Bonnie was stopped by Kim's hand. After a quick glance to make sure no one, especially her brothers, was in sight, Kim gave the brunette a toe-curling kiss.
"Just to tide me over," she replied with her Kim-smirk to the quizzical look directed at her.
"Come on, you little minx," Bonnie grinned and stepped on the ladder.
As Kim prepared to follow, she couldn't shake the feeling this was a very bad idea.
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"So this is the loser's lair," Bonnie scoffed, looking around in Ron's room.
"I told you not to call him a loser," Kim defended her friend.
"A lava lamp?" the brunette motioned towards the decoration, popular in a decade long since passed, that stood on a bureau.
"What? I think it's soothing."
"It's tacky."
"So? It's quaint. Gives the room a personal touch."
"I'll show you a personal touch," Bonnie said and planted her hands on Kim's rear, pulling her against herself.
They kissed.
"Mmm.. I'm all about getting up close and personal," Kim said after the kiss. "But no more mocking Ron. Okay, B?"
"Whatever you say, K," Bonnie agreed half-heartedly as she began planting kisses up and down Kim's neck.
"I'm serious. He's my best friend and means the world to me."
"Mmhmm," Bonnie sounded in between kisses.
"Promise me you won't make fun of him anymore?"
Bonnie came up and cupped Kim's cheeks. "I promise. Now stop talking and start kissing."
She didn't need to be told twice.
With short, jerky steps, they moved towards the bed, while trying to maintain lip contact. Bonnie's calves hit the edge of the bed, and she sat down, leaning back. Then Kim pulled away, much to the other girl's displeasure, turning to the bureau. "Just a sec."
"What's the hold-up? Get your cute butt here already."
"I'm just putting on a little music."
Kim browsed through the small stack of cd's next to the radio and pulled one out.
"Does the lo-, Ron, even have anything worth listening to?"
Kim popped in the cd and pressed play. Soon the room was enveloped in the hypnotic, relaxing beats of Warm Sound, setting the perfect atmosphere for some quality togetherness.
"This isn't half bad," Bonnie said as Kim sat down next to her.
"I burned Ron a Zero 7 compilation so we could listen to it while doing our homework."
"Are you sure you two aren't dating?" Bonnie asked, semi-seriously.
"Do you want to talk about Ron or do you want to make out?"
Her question was answered with lips pressing against hers. No further thoughts made it through the fog created of slow beats and the thirst for touch.
To be continued...
