Author's Note: Shout out to my betas, kgs-wy and Neo the Saiyan Angel. Also, reading back a few chapters I realized my timeline's a little wonky. I'll fix that as soon as I can.


Chapter 13: Friday Night Fever

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Popcorn spilled on the floor and the two teens' laps as Tara plunged her hand greedily into the giant box of popcorn between her and Ron.

"I don't know why KP and BonBon didn't come see the movie with us," Ron said, spraying white particles from his mouth full of popcorn.

"Oh, please," Tara said, casting an amused glance at Ron. "Didn't you notice how they were all over each other, the get-a-roominess of them?"

Ron looked at her wide-eyed. "You don't think...?"

"Oh, yeah," Tara grinned.

Ron turned back to the screen. His hand full of popcorn stopped just shy of his mouth, and stayed there.

Tara's eyes narrowed. "You're picturing it, aren't you?"

"What? Noo," Ron said, his attempt at looking innocent failing completely.

Tara's countenance returned to neutral and she turned back to the screen. "Can't say I blame you. Kim and Bonnie are very attractive," she said nonchalantly. "And, boy, can they kiss."

Ron nearly choked.

"How do you know?"

"Experience," Tara said, popping a few popcorns.

"What? But- when? How?" Ron tried to get a grasp of the situation.

Tara sighed longingly. "That was some slumber party."

Out of the corner of her eye Tara saw Ron gasping like a fish on dry land. She wiped the self-satisfied smile off her face before she turned to him.

"We could keep talking about it- or we could just kiss," she said, smiling seductively.

"Well," Ron rubbed the back of his head, a goofy smile on his face, "since you put it like that..."

Tara reached out and grabbed Ron's collar, pulling him to her until their lips touched.

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"Would you look at this place!"

The fancy hotel room made Bonnie gasp and spin around in amazement. This was no five star hotel, but it was still a great deal nicer than anything she had experienced. Squealing with delight, she ran around the room feeling every surface and fabric she could, and even took a moment to admire her dark reflection on a wall of smoked glass, which she thought was an odd design choice. She finally ended up on the king size bed, playing with the remote that controlled the TV cabinet at the end of the bed. With a push of a button the TV rose up from inside the cabinet. Another push would retract the TV, hiding it inside like it was never there. Bonnie kept raising and lowering the hidden appliance.

"Enjoying yourself?" Kim asked with a hint of amusement, leaning on the wall next to the door.

"So much," Bonnie said and turned on the tv. "How in the heck did you swing this room? Can't imagine your parents putting you up like this."

The image came on and Bonnie started flipping through channels.

"Like I said, the hotel manager owed me a favor."

Bonnie set aside the remote and crossed her legs, aiming a mischievous grin at Kim. "Did you bring me here to go all the way?"

The generous amount of leg Bonnie's short, dark red dress showed her did make Kim revisit some of the fantasies and perhaps even desired goals for the evening. Not wanting to give away too much up front she downplayed her intentions.

"We've been through a lot in the past couple days, so I figured I treat us to a getaway."

"So you're not gonna seduce me and have your way with me?" Bonnie pouted.

"Well, if you play your cards right," Kim smiled coyly, not being able to resist giving up at least some suggestive hints. "I just wanted us to have some real alone time. And, well, if things should happen..." she glanced at Bonnie from under her brow.

"Oh, I'll make them happen," Bonnie said with determination. Her face suddenly lit up. "Ooh, we should get room service!"

The childlike enthusiasm Bonnie exhibited reminded Kim of Ron, making her smile.

"Sure, why not. Mr. Essy said we were comped – within reason, of course." She grabbed the room phone. "What should we get?"

"Strawberries! With whipped cream. And champagne!"

"So pretty much every cliché in the book?"

"You call it cliché, I call it glamorous."

"Regardless, we're not glamorously old enough to order champagne."

"Killjoy. Fine, make it sparkle juice."

Kim dialed room service. "Hi, it's Kim Possible from 1208. Could you bring us some strawberries with whipped cream, and sparkly apple juice. Oh, and could you put it in one of those ice buckets you serve champagne in, and two champagne glasses. Please and thank you!"

The receiver was barely back in its cradle when Bonnie appeared beside Kim, grabbed her arm, and pulled her towards the bed, eliciting a yelp from the redhead. The two fell on the bed, with Bonnie pulling Kim on top of her.

"That was so hot!" Bonnie said, grabbing Kim's rear tightly.

"Ordering room service?"

"It was like right out of a movie," Bonnie said. She spread her arms wide. "Ravish me, Ms. Bond!"

"Keep your panties on, Ms. Moneypenny," Kim giggled. She slid over to her side. "You seem awfully cheerful," she smiled. "I've never seen you like this," she said, stroking the side of the brunette's head.

"It's just that for the first time in so long, I feel like I'm actually happy. I reacquainted with my dad, got to pull one over my sisters, and I'm dating the second cutest girl in school."

"Second cutest?" Kim frowned. "Who's cuter than me?"

"I am, silly."

"Have you seen my nose? It's adorably perky."

"Your boobs are adorably perky, your nose is cute."

"Just cute?"

"Very cute."

Just as the girls were about to kiss, there was a knock on the door. The room service had arrived. Kim answered the door, finding not only the waiter who rolled in an elegant cart with everything she had ordered – including rose petals sprinkled all over the table cloth covering the cart – but also the manager of the hotel, Kurt Essy. He was impeccably dressed in a tailored black suit, and shiny black shoes.

"Hello, Ms. Possible. I wanted to come by personally to check everything was in order."

"Mr. Essy, I really can't thank you enough. All this is really too much."

"Please, call me Kurt. And this is just a modest thank you for handling our," Mr. Essy lowered his voice, "mutant rat problem."

"Really, it was no big," Kim said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Except for the rats, they were pretty big."

"Indeed," Mr. Essy said, only slightest hint of distaste crossing his features. "Also, feel free to use the hot tub, that's what it's there for."

Bonnie perked up. "We have a hot tub?"

Mr. Essy walked over to the wall of smoked glass – and slid it aside, revealing a dimly lit alcove. He turned the dimmer switch and the lights reached their full brightness, unveiling the promised pool. The back wall of the alcove alternated between patches of colorful mosaic tiles and tall mirrors, with a tiled seat a foot deep filling the gap between the wall and the tub. The tub itself was relatively modest in size, but plenty roomy enough for two people – especially when the two people were in very close proximity.

"We are so gonna rock that tub," Bonnie blurted before catching herself.

Kim blushed. Bonnie blushed. The young waiter blushed. The manager did not bat an eye, his cool, professional conduct not slipping the slightest.

"Then we shall make our leave," Mr. Essy said, escorting the waiter out with him. "I shall hang the 'Do Not Disturb' sign for you. Have a pleasant evening, Ms. Possible."

As soon as the doors closed, Kim yelled in a whisper: "Bonnie!"

"Oops."

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James Timothy Possible poured himself a fresh cup of coffee. "You know, I never thought Kimmie for one to switch teams mid-season," he said as he returned the pot on the coffee maker. He turned around to look at his wife, Anne Possible. "She was always so boy-crazy. Guys who were hotties, golden, or whatever random adjective kids these days use."

Anne seemed to be lost in thought as she sat at the dinner table nursing her cup, staring into nothing.

"You have some experience with this."

"Huh?" Anne said, suddenly returning to the present.

"You told me you were seeing a woman before you met me."

"Yes, a long time ago."

"So did it give you some kind of sense about these things, did you have a feeling that Kimmie would be interested in-"

"Renee," Anne blurted out suddenly.

"What?" James frowned in confusion.

"The woman I was seeing. It was Renee."

"Renee who?" James asked, and after a few beats added: "Mrs. Williams?"

"Yes."

"Okay," James drawled, clearly digesting the information. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Anne sighed. "I didn't know until we met that day. It was the first time I've seen her in almost twenty years."

"So, why now? Why are you telling me this now?" James asked calmly.

"Because of Kim," Anne explained. "We were disappointed in her because she couldn't tell us what was going on," she said, staring at her hands as she wrung them. She stopped and looked at James. " I don't want to be a hypocrite, I don't want to disappoint you."

"Well, I'm glad you told me," James said, hoping to put the subject to bed. Figuratively. "I mean, it's gonna take a while to-"

"There's more."

James exhaled and frowned. "Please don't tell me you had sex in the bathroom."

"We didn't have sex in the bathroom."

"Good."

"We kissed in the bathroom."

"You... kissed?"

"And this was no peck on the cheek, I frenched her good and proper."

"I need to sit down," James said, supporting himself on a chair as he sat down.

"I want to tell you that it didn't mean anything. But I would be lying. For that moment I was right back in my dorm room, kissing the woman I was in love with."

James stared at the table, feeling like he was trying to solve the Teichmüller theory on a TI-82.

"Look, I'm not going to deny there are still feelings, strong feelings, between Renee and I, but it's because we never got to end it. One day she just stopped showing up, presumably when she met Harvey. We never got to say goodbye."

"Are you going to?" James asked, still staring at the table.

"Of course. But I can't help running into her altogether, her daughter is friends with Kim and her, well, girlfriend."

"You managed to do that up until now."

"I know, I mean what are the odds?"

Being a scientist, James could not help spending a moment pondering the admittedly high unlikelihood of the two women not meeting for all of junior high and high school when their daughters had gone to school together. In the end he dismissed it as 'just one of those things'.

"In any case, the barbecue is now obviously out of the question."

"James, we really ought to clear the air with them."

"Are you suggesting we tell Harvey his wife used to... make the beast with two backs with my wife over hotdogs? Renee biting into one should make for a deliciously uncomfortable metaphor."

"I'm trying to make this right. We've always believed honesty is the best policy, why should this be any different?"

"Okay, why don't you ask Renee to tell her husband about you two and see how he reacts. Then we can talk about clearing the air at a barbecue with sharp objects used to pierce flesh."

Anne rubbed her temples, the story of Pandora's Box crossing her mind for some reason.

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Bonnie opened her mouth as Kim fed her another whipped cream covered strawberry. After the tasty berry disappeared in the brunette's mouth Kim licked her fingers clean.

"I can't believe she actually agreed to wear that," Bonnie said.

She and Kim were watching a fashion show on TV with the latest line from Coco Banana, the chief designer for the Club Banana clothing stores. Kim was sitting on the bed, back against the headboard, with Bonnie in her lap, her head resting on Kim's chest. Not wanting to crease her new dress, Bonnie had taken it off, leaving her in a black lace camisole and panties, while Kim was still wearing her black capris and aquamarine long sleeved tee with a Bardot neckline.

"Come on, it's not that bad," Kim said.

"Oh, please - it looks like she ran through a Hobby Lobby in a track suit covered with glue."

Kim ran her hands along Bonnie's sides. "I bet you'd look cute in that:"

"I'd look cute in a burlap sack, but I still wouldn't wear one."

"Not even for me?" Kim intoned in a girlish plea, pulling her hands back, brushing against Bonnie's breasts as she did.

"Look, if you want to grab my tits," Bonnie said and grabbed Kim's hands and placed them on her breasts, "grab my tits."

"What are you doing?"

"You keep touching them trying to look like you didn't mean to. You should know by now that I don't mind you feeling me up."

"I- that was when we were... you know. I didn't want to do anything unsolicited."

"Oh, for... I'm in your lap half-naked, eating strawberries," Bonnie said. "What more do you need, a written invitation?" she threw her hands in the air, landing them on the bed, in the process taking her hands off Kim's.

There was an extended period of silence as Kim was at a loss for words.

Finally Bonnie broke the silence. "Your hands are still on my boobs."

"I know. It's really nice," Kim said. She began massaging her breasts. "They really are quite nice."

As Kim lowered her gaze their eyes met. In Bonnie's teal eyes she saw an anxious longing she recognized. Kim wanted this as much as Bonnie did. The brunette sat up and turned around, tucking her legs under her. She moved in calmly and kissed Kim, softly at first, slowly increasing in intensity.

Even before they had advanced beyond kissing Kim knew this time was different. The entire mood of the moment was different. It was loaded. Loaded with anticipation, expectation, certainty, of what was to come.

She was ready.

Bonnie slid her hands up Kim's legs until they were at her sides. The brunette looked at her, the unasked question in her eyes. Without hesitation, the redhead nodded. A victorious, yet slightly nervous, smile rose on Bonnie's lips. She worked her fingers underneath Kim's top and began pulling it up past Kim's extended arms. She stopped short, however, just as the top had cleared Kim's mouth and nose, leaving the eyes covered. With Kim "blindfolded" and her arms bound with her own shirt, Bonnie brought her lips closer to Kim's. For a few moments, she hovered close, letting her breath tease Kim's lips. Finally Bonnie came in for a kiss, but as soon as they had made contact, she pulled back, leaving Kim to search the air. Bonnie repeated the move a couple times.

"Come on, stop teasing me, Bonnie," Kim complained.

"Oh, if I had a nickel every time I heard that," Bonnie smirked. She finally rewarded the frustrated redhead with a soft, yet tongue-filled, kiss.

The brunette finished removing Kim's top and pressed herself against the redhead, bringing their bodies and noses together. Bonnie wrapped her arms around Kim, bringing her fingers to the clasp of her bra. The confident appearance both of them had been trying to uphold cracked slightly as their eyes sought assurance in each other. The undergarment dropped between them as they slowly separated. Bonnie let her eyes drop, until her gaze settled on perky mounds of exposed flesh. She had seen them countless times before, in the school shower, but this was different, somehow.

"They look different," Bonnie commented aloud.

Kim frowned as she looked down. "Different? Is there something wrong with them?" she asked, looking from left to right.

"No, just... different," Bonnie said thoughtfully. She noticed Kim's worried expression and rolled her eyes. "Kim, there's nothing wrong with them. I like them," she said with a hint of exasperation. Sometimes Kim could be such a... girl.

"Really? You're not just saying that?"

"Have you ever known me to say something just to cheer someone up?"

"You have a point."

"Now let me show my appreciation," Bonnie said and pushed Kim on the bed, laying herself on top of her. As she hovered over the topless form of her rival-turned-lover, she couldn't help admiring her creamy white skin. While Kim wasn't quite as pale as some redheads – heck, her hair wasn't even that red, more of an auburn, really – her skin was still several shades lighter than Bonnie's. The contrast, while not exactly dramatic, struck her as a physical representation of their many differences.

"What are you looking at?" asked the not-quite-red-haired girl.

An uncharacteristically warm smile appeared on Bonnie's lips. "You," she said, lingering a moment in the beautiful green eyes looking back at her.

The tan brunette began kissing Kim's collarbone, soft sighs accompanying the slow but short trek down to her breasts. She lay wet kisses all around the beautiful peaks, eliciting fits of heavy breaths from the redhead under her. With a leading lick, she enclosed a pale red nipple in her mouth, sucking on it ever so gently.

Kim's breaths grew heavier as Bonnie abandoned her hills, heading to the valley below, leaving behind a trail of kisses. The kisses stopped as Bonnie reached her destination, and began unzipping Kim's pants. The redhead watched with tense anticipation her pants being removed. As the bottoms came off, Bonnie fell on her back. Kim moved in and helped the downed damsel out of her camisole, leaving them at a similar state of undress.

Kim slid over Bonnie, bringing them face to face, their bare breasts pressed together. After a quick kiss on the lips, Kim slid down so Bonnie's breasts were right in front of her face. Fascinated by the ample bosom, she kneaded the flesh softly, thumbing the erect nipples. Kim twirled her tongue around the nipple.

Bonnie covered her face. At first Kim thought it was because she was holding in a moan or a scream, but the twitching of her body revealed the truth.

"Are you laughing?" Kim asked, mortified and indignant.

"I'm sorry, Sweetie, but you looked like a lizard flicking its tongue."

Her smile faded instantly as she saw how absolutely offended Kim was. Kim grabbed her shirt, holding it against her chest to cover up, and moved to the edge of the bed. As soon as her feet touched the floor, Bonnie's arms wrapped around her, tightly.

"I'm sorry-"

"Let me go!" Kim ordered, fighting against Bonnie's grip.

"Kim, stop. Just stop," Bonnie said softly, yet firmly, trying to hold on to the struggling redhead. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make fun of you."

"Sure as hell felt like it," Kim said angrily, the beginnings of a cry forming at her throat.

"Look, you know I can be... less than considerate. I try not to, especially with you."

"You should try harder," Kim said acidly.

Bonnie let go of Kim and threw her arms in the air. "Gimme a freaking break here. I'm not used to all this lovey-dovey relationship stuff. I've never been in love before. Yeah, I'm probably gonna screw up, like a lot, but I'm making a goddamn effort here."

Even having been released from Bonnie's grip, Kim stayed on the bed through the tirade.

With a frustrated groan, Bonnie dropped on her back. "Why does this have to be so hard?"

Kim sighed. "I'm sorry I got angry," she said quietly. "I'm not really mad at you, I was just so excited and nervous that I overreacted."

"You don't think I'm excited and nervous, too?"

"It's just that I've been planning this for a while now, and-"

"You planned this? So you did bring me here to go all the way."

Bonnie grinned as Kim blushed a deep red. She felt encouraged knowing Kim was just as horny for her as she was for Kim. If only they could get past all this awkwardness onto the good stuff. Still, she needed to let Kim know that she would be there for her every step (and misstep) of the way.

"We don't have to do this now," Bonnie said, trying to hide her disappointment and frustration. She was all revved up and ready to go, but at least this once she would back down if Kim did not feel ready to take this step.

"No, I want this," Kim said, the familiar desire and frustration evident to Bonnie, "I just need to relax and calm down."

"You know, we haven't tried out the hot tub yet, and we still have some of that sparkle juice left."

"But I don't have a bathing suit."

Bonnie gave Kim a look that said: 'Are you serious?'

"Oh, right," the redhead said sheepishly. She stood up, still holding onto her shirt, and walked over to the tub. She felt the water, testing out the temperature, and looked back at Bonnie, who was still lying on the bed, having turned on her stomach, looking at Kim. "Aren't you coming?"

"I just wanna watch for a bit."

"Excuse me?"

"Come on, Red, give me a little show."

Fighting her embarrassment, Kim sat on the edge of the tub. Slowly she gave up her cover, holding out the shirt in her right hand, extending her arm away from her. She dropped the shirt. Keeping her legs together, she slid off her panties, only moving her legs just enough to let the undergarment slip out from under her feet. She tossed the panties towards the bed, and Bonnie tried to catch them, but the throw fell short, making Bonnie pout.

Turning sideways, Kim lifted her legs into the tub, one leg at a time. Her feet safely in the warm water, she turned completely away from Bonnie, giving her a delicious view of her bare bottom spilling over the edge of the tub. To the brunette's slight dismay, Kim lowered herself into the pool. She moved to the far end and turned to face Bonnie, leaning her back on the wall of the tub.

"Not bad," Bonnie gave her a little golf clap, "but here's how it's done." She rose up on her calves, and with her hands on the waistband of her panties did a somersault on the bed. As she rose up from the bed, her panties hung from her left hand, and then dropped on the floor.

"Now there's a cheerleading move," Kim commented aloud.

With a hypnotically accentuated sway of her hips, Bonnie walked over to the tub. For the duration of the brief trek, Kim couldn't take her eyes off the naked woman, especially her lower regions. The brunette had trimmed her pubic hair to a neat landing strip, while Kim's own equally neat trim retained a more natural triangle shape.

Bonnie sat on the edge, and with a flourish threw her legs over it. With an affected moan, she lowered herself into the pool, opposite her captive audience. The space between was not much more than three feet.

"Like what you see?"

"You know I do," Kim said. At this point it was unclear if the red on her cheeks was from blushing or the warm water. "You're gorgeous."

Bonnie floated to Kim and extended her arms past her, laying her hands on the edge of the tub. "You're quite easy on the eyes, yourself," she said. She then turned over and seated herself firmly in Kim's lap. Having gotten comfortable, she took Kim's hands and pulled her arms around herself.

"Mmm, this is nice," Bonnie moaned.

It was hard, almost impossible, for Kim to believe that the woman in her arms was the same Bonnie Rockwaller who by her sheer personality pushed people away, never allowing anyone to get close. Before Kim, the only person who came even close was Tara. And now it seemed that the caustic lass couldn't get enough closeness. From going to sleep in different beds and waking up with Bonnie spooning her, to her implanting herself into Kim's lap, told Kim just how much the brunette truly yearned human contact and affection.

That made Kim wonder about something. Bonnie always seemed to be attaching herself to boys, never the same one for long. There had been some talk going around, but no one ever seemed to speak from personal experience.

Kim couldn't help herself; she had to ask the question: "Have you ever, you know, done it?"

"Done what?" Bonnie asked dreamily.

"It," Kim reiterated, fighting her natural modesty.

"Oh," Bonnie said, smiling at Kim's timidness. "Just once. Nothing worth mentioning, really. You?"

"No."

"Doesn't surprise me. But don't worry about it, it's not all it's cracked up to be."

"But you seem so eager for us to-"

"It's different. This isn't going to be some quick fumble and poke under the bleachers."

Kim fell silent for a moment. It was clear that Bonnie, too, had given some thought to the two of them having sex. But how much thought? The question made her tingle all over.

"Have you ever pictured us... you know?" Kim asked, blushing at her own forwardness.

"Sure," Bonnie replied, relaxed and matter-of-fact.

"I have, too," Kim said, trying to match Bonnie's tone, fighting back the nervous giggles.

The line of questioning aroused Bonnie as well as her curiosity. "Do you touch yourself?" she asked playfully.

"Sometimes..."

Emboldened by the reply, Bonnie decided to try push the boundaries of both Kim and their relationship. "Show me."

"What?"

Bonnie took Kim's hand and gently guided it between her legs. "Show me how you touch yourself."

"I can't," Kim said, resisting Bonnie, though almost purely for show. Her weak struggle was not enough to remove her hand from Bonnie's clutches.

"I want you to touch me," Bonnie pleaded, already feeling her passions rise just from Kim's hand barely touching her mound. "Don't make me beg."

Kim stopped resisting and, timidly at first, began to explore the area that was in a way very familiar, though as of yet untouched by her. Carefully she remedied the neglect, gaining with the new intimate knowledge courage to go further, deeper, to respond to her lover's reactions as she would her own.

Gradually as she became more comfortable giving pleasure so directly to someone who was not herself, she had Bonnie going from sighs to moans, to writhing her hips moaning uncontrollably in her lap.

Kim reached her left hand across Bonnie's chest and grabbed her breast. It was partly to hold down the wiggling brunette, but mostly just to grab the breast. As she squeezed the soft, warm flesh, Kim felt she was beginning to understand the obsession men had with that particular body part.

Her hands working high and low, Kim finally pushed Bonnie over the edge, and the brunette arced her back, her body twitching as she climaxed for what felt like forever. She dropped in Kim's lap, spent and panting. Slowly, Kim pulled out, with Bonnie still periodically squeezing around her fingers.

"Oh, my God," Bonnie panted. "That was so good."

With unhurried, languid movements, Kim let her hands wander on Bonnie's stomach and breasts. "It looked intense. I'm almost jealous."

"Don't be. I'll get you there."

"I didn't mean it like that-"

Bonnie turned over. She began kissing Kim passionately. She grabbed her rear and sat down, pulling the redhead into her lap. Water squirted out from between their breasts as their bodies rubbed together.

"You know, there's something I've been wanting to do," Bonnie said huskily into Kim's ear. She then took a firm hold of the redhead's backside and stood up with the other girl in her lap. She moved closer to the edge of the tub, and gently lowered Kim on it. As she got on her knees in front of her, Kim squeezed her legs together. Bonnie put her hands on the seated girl's knees, trying to pull the legs apart.

"What are you doing?" Kim asked, struggling to keep her legs together.

"Trust me," Bonnie said looking reassuringly into her eyes.

She felt the resistance going away, allowing her to pry the legs open, giving her a magnificent view of Kim in all her glory.

Kim was embarrassed. Being on display like this made her feel incredibly self-conscious and so... vulnerable. Blushing, she peered through her fingers as Bonnie began examining her nethers. The brunette stared at her wet folds with utter fascination, spreading the lips with her fingers.

Her discomfort began making way for more pleasant feelings as Bonnie's tongue began its exploration. The agile muscle plowed her flooding furrows, the sudden new pleasures forcing her to lean back against the wall, the tiles frigid against her skin at first, soon warmed by her body.

Even with her own lack of experience Kim could tell Bonnie was new to the act she was performing, the name of which she did not even know, but the new exciting sensations driven by the brunette's passionate empirical research was more than enough to push her to heights of ecstasy she had never experienced. Bonnie was indeed enthusiastic and a quick study, determined to return the favor and make her lover see stars.

With a roaring moan, Kim's body rocked with an explosive orgasm, leaving her twitching and panting in the wake of the extended climax. As she began regaining her senses, she opened her eyes, trying to focus her still-blurry vision on Bonnie. When she finally got a clear visual, she saw the brunette staring at her in absolute amazement, her face dripping wet.

"Did you take a dip?" Kim asked.

Bonnie licked her dripping lips. "This is all you, Honey," she smiled.

Kim's eyes grew wide and she buried her face in her hands. "This is so embarrassing."

"What are you talking about? It was amazing," Bonnie said, wiping her face.

"Really?" Kim said, peering through her fingers.

"Yeah."

Kim looked away. There was an awkward pause. "It's just that it makes... you know... self help, a little challenging because of the cleanup."

"You'll never hear me complain."

Her cheeks still flushed from the embarrassment – and the mind-blowing orgasm – Kim gave Bonnie a grateful smile. The brunette plunged into the water, washing away Kim's juices. After surfacing she slicked her hair back and reached out to Kim.

"C'mere."

Kim lowered herself into the tub, and into the waiting arms of her girlfriend.

Bonnie looked Kim straight in the eye. "This may be just the 'having gotten some' talking, so don't expect me to repeat it," she said and paused for emphasis. "Everything about you is amazing."

Bonnie saw Kim's eyes starting to well up, so she splashed the redhead's face with water, ending the sappy display and instigating a playful water fight. Eventually the girls settled next to each other in the tub, sipping sparkle juice and laughing.

They made love two more times - once in the tub, and once in the bed.

After the second time, while laying in bed still basking in post-coital bliss, Bonnie brought up something she'd been thinking about for the better part of the day.

"Today, when we were talking to your folks..."

"Yeah?"

"You said you were waiting for me to say... you know, the thing."

"That you loved me?" Kim teased, drawing out the word Bonnie still had trouble with.

"Yeah, that. But you never actually said it yourself, not before today."

"I know. Maybe I was just as afraid of putting it out there as you were."

"When did you first know?"

It didn't take long for Kim to answer. "Remember when we switched brains?"

"I try not to."

"Well, after we had switched back and went to see a movie-"

"Where you fell asleep," Bonnie interjected.

"And when I woke up holding your hand, with you looking over me... That's when I knew."

"Huh," Bonnie uttered.

"How about you?"

Bonnie fell silent, appearing to give the question real thought. "Camp Wannaweep," she finally said. "When we were stuck in that smelly gook, it really got me scared. Not just for myself, but the thought of never being to able to contact my dad. And... you. I don't think I've ever been so worried for another person in my life." Bonnie exhaled, as if in relief to having gotten all that out. "So, there."

Kim turned to Bonnie and kissed her. "I promise I'll never make you worry like that again," she said, smiling reassuringly.

Bonnie wanted to say something but settled to smiling back and saying it to herself: Don't make promises you can't keep, Kimmie.

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The house was mostly dark when Ron returned home. Shortly after he had stepped inside, his father appeared from his study.

"Working late?" Ron asked.

"Just running some last minute numbers," Mr. Stoppable said. "How was the movie?"

"Good, it was good."

"Really? How did it end?"

"I... don't know."

Mr. Stoppable put his arm over his son's shoulder and squeezed it. "That's my boy."

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From the edge of the covers, barely exposed, it stared at her. All pink and pointy, it dared her to nibble at it. She leaned over and kissed it.

Kim really did have the cutest nose.

Laying on the bed on their sides, face to face, Bonnie watched Kim sleep. There was no cartoon that would make the Saturday morning better. Still, wanting to up the show's rating, she pulled back the covers, exposing their naked bodies. She ran her finger up and down the redhead's lithe body, finally settling her hand on the lovely buttocks. She leaned in for another kiss.

Kim's eyes snapped open, staring sightlessly at Bonnie, almost like she was looking right through her. Bonnie had barely enough time to blink, and before her eyelids opened, she felt Kim move. Her hands shot out ending up overlapping behind Bonnie's neck. The brunette managed to utter but a surprised yelp as Kim twisted her torso, pulling Bonnie over her, to the other side of the bed. Using the momentum, Kim smoothly landed on Bonnie's stomach, just below her breasts, arm cocked back. With all her strength she threw a devastating punch-

"Kim!"

-landing her fist on the bed with a heavy thud, missing Bonnie's face by just a hair.

Kim blinked. "Oh, my God, Bonnie, I'm so sorry."

Timidly Bonnie opened her eyes. She was shaking. Kim climbed off her and leaned in, putting her hand on the rattled brunette's cheek.

"Sweetie, are you okay?" Kim asked, overwhelmed with guilt and worry.

"Hell, no I'm not okay!" Bonnie spat angrily, slapping away Kim's hand. She jumped out of bed. "Are you trying to kill me?!"

"I'm so sorry," Kim said desperately, sitting on her calves, hands crossed almost as if to pray.

"What's your fucking damage?" Bonnie shouted while gathering up her clothes.

"You don't understand, it's the missions-"

The door of the bathroom slammed shut as Bonnie locked herself in. Kim fell into utter hopelessness and despair. She forced back the tears that threatened to escape. She was not allowed to cry. Crying would only make her the victim.

Completely at a loss to what to do or remedy the situation, Kim did the only thing she could think of: she called Ron.

"Mhello?" Ron answered sleepily.

"It happened again," Kim said with a shaky voice.

"What happened again?" Ron asked before it suddenly hit him. He perked up immediately. "Is Bonnie okay?"

"No. I mean, she wasn't hurt, but I almost-"

"KP, it's going to be okay. We'll explain it to her."

"You should have seen the look on her face. She was so scared. Scared, Ron. Of me."

The bathroom door opened and Bonnie rushed out, fully clothed.

"Bonnie!" Kim yelled after her, but she kept going and left the room, slamming the door with such force it knocked down the framed emergency plan hung next to it.

"Ron, I gotta go, I have to catch her," Kim said, ending the call before Ron could reply. Hastily she began gathering her clothes strewn around the room. She found her panties next to the hot tub, wet from all the splashing she and Bonnie did last night. Hopping from one leg to another she put them on anyway. Her shirt and pants were on the floor next to bed. She sat down on the bed to put on her pants. She passed on her bra altogether and ran out the room, still pulling on her shirt.

People stared at her as she ran through the hallways barefoot, her hair a tangled mess. She reached the main atrium and looked around frantically. No sign of Bonnie. She went to the receptionist and asked he'd seen a pretty young brunette. He told Kim he had seen one running out of the hotel. Forgetting to offer her usual 'Please and Thank you' she ran outside.

The streets were busy, and she couldn't see any sign of Bonnie. She turned to the doorman and asked if he had seen her. He had, and had helped the distraught girl into a cab.

Despondent, she trudged back to her room. She looked around, seeing the empty bottle of sparkle juice, the bowl with a lone strawberry at the bottom, and the hot tub – remembrances of the night before, the happiest of her life, before she almost put her fist through Bonnie's head. On the bed she could even still see the indentation from her fist.

Kim grabbed a pillow and screamed into it as hard as she could, for as long as there was even an ounce of air in her lungs.


To be continued...