Author's Note: A big thanks to Kgs-wy for beta reading this chapter. As always, sorry for taking so long updating.


Chapter 10: Flood On The Dance Floor

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The bell rang with the effect of a starting pistol, a signal for the class to clear out like they were going for Olympic gold.

The only people left behind were Kim and Bonnie.

"So, Bonnie, are you going to the dance?" Kim asked.

"Yeah, I'm going with Brick," she replied.

"Brick?" Kim asked, aghast.

"You can't expect someone of my status to go stag?"

Kim didn't really know what she expected. She knew they wouldn't be going together, but she couldn't help but feel a little... disappointed? Jealous?

"Look, Kim," Bonnie said in a surprisingly understanding tone. She glanced over at the teacher's desk where Ms. Graph was still gathering up her supplies. As the teacher was focused on her task, Bonnie dared a gentle hold on Kim's shoulder. "I'm only going with Brick to keep up appearances. We can still hook up afterwards. Okay?"

"Okay," Kim replied, disheartened. She sighed. "I'd probably skip the dance but I promised Ron I'd be there."

"Isn't he going with Tara?"

"Yeah, but he was worried he might mess it up so I'll be there to hold his hand."

"Don't hold on too tight," Bonnie grinned. "Tara just might bite yours off at the wrist."

Kim smiled. "I'll be careful."

Bonnie cupped Kim's cheek. "I'll see you tonight, okay?" she said.

"O-" Kim was able to say before Bonnie kissed her on the lips.

"Later," the brunette said as she walked out, leaving Kim standing there. As Kim turned around, she noticed Ms. Graph staring at her.

"We're really good friends," Kim said.

"A-ha," the teacher drawled dubiously.

Kim walked out redder than Utah.

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The day of the dance had finally arrived. By some small miracle Ron had made it without falling apart. In the end, seeing Tara every day in school had taken some of the edge off of taking the popular cheerleader to a dance.

Now, Ron was sitting on Kim's bed in her room. Kim had put up a privacy screen while she got dressed and prettied up.

While some might have found a boy and a girl preparing for a dance together when they weren't going with each other and not even related odd, with these two no one thought anything of it. Dating or no, the two were joined at the hip, and anyone wanting to date either of them had to accept that. So far Tara hadn't given Ron any indication of having a problem with his relationship with Kim. Sometimes he still worried.

"Are you still nervous about the dance?" Kim asked.

"Most definitely. I feel better knowing you'll be there, though."

"Ron, all you have to do is relax and be yourself. Tara likes you. You don't have to impress her, you already have. Just have a good time."

"It's easier said than-"

Kim stepped out from behind the screen, and Ron's mouth just stopped. So used to seeing Kim in everyday clothes and mission gear, usually with messy hair and dirt on her face, Ron was struck by how beautiful she was cleaned up and in a dress.

"How do I look?"

Ron had trouble forming words. Rufus let out a wolf whistle.

"Wow. You're... You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

Kim blushed. "You're just saying that."

"No. You're gorgeous."

Kim glowed and gave Ron a mischievous grin. "Save some of that for Tara and there's no way you won't get lucky."

Ron snickered nervously tugging on his collar and swallowed.

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Tara preened in front of her mirror, meticulously going over her attire. She twisted and turned to see every angle, looking for awkward draping or lint.

"Relax, sweetie, you look fine."

Tara's father, Harvey, stood at her door observing the ritual.

"I don't want to look fine, I want his eyes to melt," Tara said, still staring at her reflection.

"Trust me, when you walk in that gym it'll be like they just opened the Ark of the Covenant."

"The what?"

Harvey sighed. "I feel so old and geeky right now."

"Oh, dad. You're not old," Tara smiled.

Harvey returned the smile. He entered the room and sat down on the bed, patting the empty space next to him. Tara came over and sat down, careful not to wrinkle her dress.

"I take it you really like this guy?"

"I do. He's cute. He's funny. A bit of a goofball, but I like that about him."

"He sounds nice. But he's still a boy. So, don't let him get any weird ideas."

"But he's all about weird."

"You know what I mean."

"I don't think I do," Tara said in that special way her father couldn't tell if she was being obtuse or if she was messing with him. It drove him crazy.

"Uh... Just ask your mother."

"So, did you get some 'weird' ideas?"

Now Harvey was pretty sure she was messing with him. He cleared his throat. "So, have a good time. And please be responsible. For me."

Tara turned to him. "I will," she said and hugged him.

"I love you, Tara."

"I love you, too, Daddy."

As a parent, Harvey knew you sometimes had to take a ton of crap, put in an inconceivable amount of effort, and hope for your child to turn out right. But those words made it all worth it.

He left the room feeling hopeful for the future.

Later that evening, after Tara had left with Ron, a boy Harvey whole-heartedly approved of (the fact that the boy had saved his daughter's life was not an insignificant factor), the Williams were preparing for arrival of the Possibles.

Mr. Williams sat on the couch, legs streched out, flicking through channels on the TV. Every now and then he cast a bemused glance at his wife bustling about. She seemed unusually nervous, and couldn't stop checking every little thing about the house and herself.

"Honey, we're not entertaining the First Couple," Harvey said.

"I know," Renee replied, irritated. She then took a breath and said: "I just want to make a good first impression."

"They're scientists. They've probably been on an episode of 'How Clean Is Your House'."

As much as she wanted to defend the woman she believed to be the lover from her past, Renee bit her tongue. She was frantically formulating a response as the doorbell rang.

The Possibles were there.

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Kim Possible sighed.

She was sitting alone in the school gymnasium, at one of the long tables they had hauled in from the cafeteria. Almost everyone else was on the dancefloor, dancing to a preapproved pop song.

Even Ron was busting a move with Tara. While he was certainly lacking in grace, the fact that both were clearly enjoying each other's company more than made up for it.

She looked over at Bonnie dancing with Brick Flagg, the quarterback. Kim could tell Bonnie was merely feigning interest in the hulking athlete and the spastic flailing he called dancing. She would have given anything to take his place. Staring at the brunette's more graceful movement, Kim momentarily lost herself in the sight.

"Hey."

Kim looked up and saw Josh Mankey talking to her. Josh was the quiet artistic type - and a class A hottie. At one point he had been Kim's #1 crush.

"Is this seat taken?" he asked pointing to a seat next to her.

Kim took a look at the row of empty seats at the table. "I think you can squeeze in."

Mankey took a seat next to Kim.

"How come you're flying solo, Possible? Shouldn't you cheerleader types have a guy on each arm?"

Kim gave a brief rueful chuckle at the irony of Josh's question. "Let's just say the person I was interested in went with someone else. Didn't see the point in going with someone I wasn't into."

"Huh," Josh said contemplatively.

"What?"

"I never expected an honest answer."

"Yeah, I'm just full of surprises."

"I'll say. Never figured Bonnie was your type."

"Neither did I," Kim replied. A second later she caught her slip. "What? No, I'm not into Bonnie."

"You've been eyeing Brick and Bonnie all night, and I don't see you as the type to go for dumb jocks."

"Well maybe I just see past the exterior."

"You know, Kim, there's really nothing to be ashamed about liking-"

"Josh, I do not like girls, and I do not like Bonnie, period. Got it?"

"If you say so."

Kim couldn't take any more. She got up and making her way to the dancefloor, weaving through the couples until she got to Ron and Tara.

"Hey, Tara. Would you mind terribly if I cut in?" Kim asked, sheepishly as she was feeling a little guilty knowing how much the two blondes were enjoying themselves.

"Sure," Tara smiled. "I need to talk to Bonnie anyway."

"Seeya, Ronnie," she said and gave him a little peck on the cheek.

Ron rubbed the spot on his cheek, his gaze following the blonde as she walked away.

"I'm sorry," Kim said, clasping one hand on her forearm.

"Don't worry about it, KP."

The song changed into a slow one. Ron smiled at Kim. "May I?" he put out his hand.

Kim took his hand and placed the other on his hip. They began to dance in perfect sync.

"Something on your mind, KP?"

"I'm just feeling a little vulnerable right now. I don't have a date and I'm stuck sitting alone, watching you guys have fun."

"You can join in on us if you want. I'm sure Tara wouldn't mind."

"That's okay, I don't want to be a third wheel. I wouldn't really mind so much, but I hate having to watch Bonnie dance with Brick."

"You know that's just for show?"

"I know, but it still bugs me. Why can't I have a fake date?" Kim grumbled.

"Because you didn't ask anyone?"

Kim sighed. "Good point," she said and separated from Ron. "Maybe I'll just go ask Josh to dance, his dance card seems to have some vacancy."

"And it might even make Bonnie jealous. Bonus."

Kim gave Ron a grateful smile and walked off.

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The Possibles stepped inside and took turns shaking hands with the Williams. As Mrs. Possible turned to greet Mrs. Williams, she stopped. The cognitive dissonance caused by the familiar face in front of her had her face in a confused frown.

Renee reached out to take her hand that had frozen midway.

"Hello. It's good to finally meet you, Mrs. Possible," she said, a timid smile on her lips.

Mr. Possible noticed his wife's silence.

"Honey?"

She snapped out of her daze. "Uh, sorry. Nice to meet you- Mrs. Williams," she said. Still befuddled she turned to Harvey. "Uh, where's the bathroom, please?"

"Well, the downstairs bathroom is on the fritz," Mr. Williams said, and pointed up the stairs, "but the upstairs bathroom is the second door on the left."

"Thank you. Excuse me," Mrs. Possible excused herself and hurried up the stairs, desperately trying to keep her composure. Once inside she sat on the toilet, staring at the floortiles, her head spinning.

Was it really who she thought it was? Was she... Renee? Her Renee?

Downstairs, everyone had settled in the living room. Mrs. Williams told everyone she'd go and check if Mrs. Possible found the bathroom all right.

She walked upstairs, her head buzzing with the same questions Mrs. Possible was occupied with. She knocked softly on the bathroom door. "Mrs. Possible?"

Renee didn't get an answer, so she tried by the name she had come to call her: "Annie?"

Mrs. Possible's head shot up. There were only two people who called her Annie: her brother-in-law, Slim, and... her.

Click.

The door unlocked.

The door opened slowly. After nearly twenty years of not knowing, Mrs. Possible now watched everything she had pondered, imagined, and even fantasized about, gradually become flesh before her eyes.

"Hey, Annie," said the woman from her past, her tentative smile dragging out emotions long buried.

"Renee," the name left softly from her lips as her hand reached out to touch the woman's cheek, almost as if to see if she was real.

Renee's hand covered hers, and in silent agreement their bodies joined in sweet embrace, lost in the familiar warmth and scent they had once known so very well.

As the two women finally came apart, they had tears in their eyes.

"What kept you?" Anne asked, smiling through her tears.

Renee let out a sniffled chuckle. "Got married, had a kid."

"That old excuse."

After sharing a chuckle, they let their heads lean forward, bringing their foreheads together.

"I've missed you so much," Anne said.

"Me, too. I'm sorry I left like that, I just thought it was better for both of us."

"Maybe," Anne sighed, "maybe not."

A couple moments went by in silence.

"I know that we're both happily married, Annie," she started, and Anne's heart melted at the sound of her name coming from those lips, "But, would you mind terribly if I kissed you?" Renee asked with that smile on her face that left Anne totally conflicted.

"I don't know if-"

Renee pushed her lips on Anne's. Her conscious mind took a backseat as she instinctively responded to the kiss.

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Bonnie was bored out of her mind.

Listening to Brick's inane babbling all night was like Chinese water torture. Every word was like another drop of water falling on her forehead. And the drops just would not end. Only a few months back Bonnie would have endured it like a highly trained operative, but now it was more than she could bear.

The time she had spent with Kim and her goofy friend had somehow lead her to expect more from conversation. Even at his stupidest Ron was at least amusing to listen to. The same could not be said about Brick, as jovial as he was.

Just as Bonnie knew to expect the last slow dance to start playing soon, she parted with Brick to "powder her nose".

Bonnie looked around and saw Kim, Tara, and Ron gathered in a corner. Her mind numb from the bricking, she did not really care about appearances as she made a beeline through the dancefloor to the trio.

"Let's ditch this bore-fest," she announced to the group upon arriving.

"What are you talking about?" Ron asked, his shoulder and hand glued to Tara's. "We're having fun."

"Aren't you worried about being seen with us?" Kim asked. She had meant to be more sardonic, but came out sounding surprised – which she was.

"K," Bonnie grabbed both Kim's hands, "I just wanna go have some fun," she said, looking at Kim, an odd pleading in her voice and eyes.

Kim pulled her hands away and clasped them together behind her back.

"What did you have in mind?" she asked, trying to look casual avoiding eye contact with Bonnie.

Quick to adapt and hide her surprise and disappointment, Bonnie crossed her arms.

"I know a club."

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The Possibles stood just outside the door facing their hosts the Williams. The men shook hands with each other and the wives.

"We should do this again sometime," James said.

"Definitely," Harvey replied. "Maybe we could get together with some barbecue and cold ones."

"I have been waiting to try out my rocket fuel burners."

"Choice," Harvey grinned.

Hardly paying attention to their husbands' conversation, Renee and Anne hugged warmly.

"Keep in touch, you hear," Renee said, barely loud enough for the men to hear.

"I will," Anne said, reluctantly disengaging the hug, still looking deep into Renee's eyes.

Harvey and James exchanged glances, yet both contributing the unexpected display of affection to being a 'chick thing'.

Even as Harvey moved inside, Renee stood in the doorway watching as Anne walked away, climbed in her car, and held eye contact as the car drove off.

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Kim looked at the fresh stamp on her hand. Sure it was to keep her from boozing it up, but she still had to explain it to her folks. Her lax curfew applied to her villain fighting activities, not clubbing.

The group had settled at a vacant table, each sipping on a soda. While the others were content on surveying the scene from their stronghold, Bonnie was getting antsy; she didn't come here to sit and watch others dance.

"We didn't come here to sit on our butts. Let's dance already!" Bonnie said, grabbing Kim's hand. She dragged the reluctant redhead towards the dancefloor as Ron and Tara followed suit, both having eagerly waited for a go-ahead.

Kim and Bonnie began dancing a foot apart with each other, pretending to check out other people. While Bonnie was ready to give in and dance with Kim and Kim alone, the redhead herself was still a little reserved, keeping her distance and looking for interaction with Ron and Tara.

Tara seemed to be having a good time and turned to smile at them every now and then. Ron, on the other hand, was unreachable. He was completely and utterly entranced by Tara and her dancing. Kim could see he had it bad. She couldn't help but smile.

Kim turned to Bonnie, who had a different smile – one of desire. Despite herself, little by little, Kim dropped her guard. The two gave in to the pulsing rhythm, becoming one with the sea of gyrating flesh.

Kim pulled herself out of her stupor a few times to check on Ron and Tara, the couple being farther away at each glance. At the last glance, they were nowhere to be seen. After that, the only thing Kim saw was Bonnie, and vice-versa.

Surrounded by strangers and darkness, their inhibitions began to vanish. Their bodies pressed together. In the dark, the flashing lights and frantic beats controlled their bodies, driving them to bump and grind without a care. In the heat of the night, their skin glistened with a sheen of sweat.

They ended in a remote corner of the club, against a decorative column. With Kim's back against the column, Bonnie pushed her thigh between Kim's legs, trapping the redhead's thigh in between hers. Almost instinctively, Kim began to grind against the limb. Capturing Kim's lips in a hungry kiss, Bonnie followed suit. As they were immersed in their own little bubble, the rest of the club dissolved away, and their rhythm went independent from the music.

Both girls having passed the point of no return began picking up the pace as they rode the wave of passion towards the looming climax, heedless of the attention they might attract. Suddenly, Kim felt a familiar tension, and as the explosion of pleasure began to shake her body, she buried her teeth in Bonnie's shoulder, muffling the scream that inevitably escaped. The lovebite pushed Bonnie over the edge, and she erupted, moaning erratically in Kim's ear, giving her that little bit extra allowing her to extend her stay in O-town. Their bodies convulsed and twitched to a dance of ecstasy.

Slowly the world returned, as they gasped for air, trying to steady their breath. Two cloudy pairs of eyes gazed at each other, maintaining the contact in the waves of their heaving bodies. As the clouds slowly dispersed, Kim finally saw what she imagined was the real Bonnie. Her look was warm, loving, just a bit vulnerable. Before Bonnie was able to hide behind her wall, Kim ended the encounter with a kiss - slow, tender, relaxed, free from the baggage of unfulfilled desire. Sincere. It was sincere. Bonnie forgot herself enough to give in to it wholly, and even held Kim after it, for one moment forgetting the world outside the walls she had put up around her.

As soon as Kim had gotten her senses back, she grabbed Bonnie's hand and lead her to the ladies room.

"You're insatiable," Bonnie grinned.

"It's not that," Kim said, blushing furiously as grabbed a bunch of paper towels from the dispener by the sinks. She handed a stack of them to Bonnie pointing at her leg. The leg as well as the insides of Kim's thighs dripped and glistened with moisture not created by perspiration.

Kim was glowing red as she saw Bonnie's incredulous stare. She mumbled something about 'the heat of the moment' as she wiped herself clean, not daring to look the brunette in the eye.

Bonnie was fascinated. She couldn't help herself; before wiping off the last of the passion juices, she wet her finger and had a little taste of Kim. Now more than ever, she wanted her. She realized her craving went beyond the flesh; she wanted all of her. No matter if she had to be public to do so.

That thought in mind, she dragged Kim off, the two of them finally returning the group where they decided to call it a night.

As they got outside and into the light of the streetlamps, Tara noticed the bitemark on Bonnie's shoulder. "My, God! What happened to you, Bonnie?" she worried.

"I tripped and hit my teeth on it," Kim lied hastily. She saw a knowing grin on Ron's face and hit him on the shoulder.

"Ow! What was that for, KP?"

"Whatever it was, you probably deserved it!" Tara giggled before Kim could reply, Bonnie and Kim joining her. Ron tried to pout, but ended up joining in on the mirth.

As the group walked off into the night, two sets of eyes followed them, gleaming with satisfaction.


To be continued...