Disclaimer: I own nothing of Kim Possible all belongs to Disney. This story is just for my enjoyment of writing.
The tension continued to build up as every moment got hotter by the second. The blonde teen found it harder to muster up the words for each relived moment was more intense than the last. What was he to do? His parents stood across from him arms crossed waiting for an answer. Everything? How was he supposed to relive those moments again- especially in front of his parents. He tried very hard not to sweat but the pressure continued to grow. The anxiety showed clearly across his face. Pressing further back against the couch Ronald's life would surely changed today when his tale will be finished. Good or Bad? It didn't matter. It was going to happen and there was nothing he could do to change it.
Prepared or not the blonde readied to continue with the story.
Sighing a little Ron straighten his posture ready to continue, "After what Wade told us that our ride wasn't going to be there until tomorrow that's when…"
"…we decided to stay the night at Drakken's lair." Kim's parents listened intensively. Mad or not the story was a fairly interesting and good one and curiosity had gotten the better of them. At least for Ann. James just wanted to know how Ronald got his precious Kimmie-cub.
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Ron returned the embrace with a warm smile, "Kim don't worry it will take a lot more than a slash through the chest for me to go down." He could feel Kim loosen a bit from his encouraging words, "Besides imagine you trying to find a new best friend. I don't want to sound mean, but you're kinda bossy KP." The blonde happily remarked.
No matter how hard she tried Kim couldn't fight back the small smile, "I'm not that 'sniff' bossy." She tried to argue but the words were muffled in Ron's shoulder as the tears lessened a bit.
He closed in- leaning beside her ear, "Of course you're not…" The blonde kindly whispered making Kim calm down faster, but not fully.
She continued to embrace him for a few more minutes and Ron didn't argue. Besides he doubted with the loss of blood he could stand properly anyways. Enjoying the comfort Kim relished in her thoughts about her best friend. Her best friend who swooped her away from death twice in one day and in less than one hour, her best friend who's always been there for her since the beginning, never once letting her down, and her best friend that she literally done everything with- together.
Every thought about Ron made her feel all warm inside. Kim liked that feeling…very much.
Finally she felt like she could let go and not tear up. Slowly breaking off the embrace Kim found it harder and harder to do, but it had to be done. Ron was injured and she needed to check the damage. Apart Kim finally saw Ron. And she almost broke upon seeing his appearance.
"Oh Ron…" She cupped her mouth upon seeing the damage. His mission shirt was torn being held dangling by a few threads. There were dried blood stains on his shirt, cargo pants, and skin. And finally the clean cut slash across his chest that went from his stomach towards his upper abdominals almost reaching his neck. Ron was in no shape to move in the dangerous jungle.
Seeing Kim's reaction Ron felt a little nervous, "C'mon KP it can't be that bad..."
"Not that bad!" She interrupted him, "Ron you look like a mess! You have blood stains, a torn outfit, and a large cut across your chest!" The auburn girl already felt back for raising her voice.
The blonde raised an eyebrow, "Um KP I'm not the only one with all that." Ron could see the confused expression on Kim's face, "You also don't look 100%." He remarked as he pointed at her.
Kim looked down to be shocked with a surprise. Her mission outfit was in disarray. There were tears on her cargo pants and on her mission shirt- some revealing some skin. The blood from Ron's wound was splattered everywhere and she had some cuts from Shego's claws. Overall Kim was only slightly better off than Ron.
She looked back at Ron, "I guess neither of us could leave then?"
Ron smiled, "Yea…" He rubbed the back of neck before he suddenly crouched down with his hands planted on his chest. Ron looked to be pain.
Upon seeing Ron's painful attitude change Kim panicked, "Ron!" The auburn girl ran over to him helping him up with her arm across his shoulder, "Are you ok?"
The blonde breathed in slow and deep for moment before releasing himself from her grasp, "Yea I'll be ok. Just need to be careful that's all KP." He gave off a weak smile and Kim could easily see he was still in pain.
Nervous Kim grabbed Ron's arm, "C'mon let's go see if we could find somewhere to rest…" Ron didn't argue. Resting sounded very good at the moment.
Slowly walking away from the room where it all started. Kim and Ron began to search the lair checking each room, but with each turning up short- nothing. Each time it turned up short the determination inside them died a little. Nothing was inside the abandoned rooms nothing…except for a few stashed of water and a lone bed. Every other room basically was wasted space. Sighing the troubled teens entered the lone bed room.
Noticing the one bed the blonde automatically turned to Kim already knowing what to say in this sitch, "KP you can take the bed I'll just sleep on…"
"Oh no you don't Ron!" Ron didn't expect her to interrupt him, "You need it more than me…" A small smile escaped her, "After everything you did today there's no way I'm going to let you sleep on the floor. I'm pretty sure that would make me crueler than any super villain." She joked in a somewhat serious manner.
The blonde looked confused, "But KP I can't let you sleep on the floor. It's not right I'm a guy and you're a girl. And the guy has to let the girl get the bed in a situation like this. Those are the rules." Ron reminded Kim about the so called 'Rules'.
Kim rolled her eyes, "Ron there are no rules…" The blonde raised a finger ready to argue, but Kim stopped him halfway by cupping his mouth, "And beside last time I checked I'm a pretty bossy best friend…" She smiled, "…so get on the bed. I have to check that wound of yours anyways." The blonde sighed sometimes there was no way of beating Kim.
Doing as he was told Ron walked over to bed laying in it. Kim then walked over checking the wound close up seeing it closed up meaning he wasn't in any more danger, but he would most definitely get a scar there. The thought of Ron getting a scar for her carelessness almost made the auburn girl choke up. Scars never go away. They're just a constant bad memory that could never be forgotten. And now he has one for protecting her. Kim felt very guilty and didn't know how she could ever make it up to him for saving her twice.
Running her hands on his chest to check the wound Ron flinched from her touch. He tried to hide it but Kim already notice.
"Oh Ron I'm sorry!" She quickly retreated her hand away from his chest, "I didn't know!" Kim came closer to Ron, "Does it hurt a lot?" She quickly asked.
Ron nodded slowly, "Yea it still hurts a bit…sorry KP for scaring you I didn't expect it to still hurt." The blonde tried to apologize.
Kim shook her head with tears starting to form, "Ron you have nothing to be sorry for…" Grabbing his hand firmly Kim never looked away from him, "If there's anything I could do to make you feel better just say the word." She meant it sincerely.
He thought for a moment remembering his past. A thought came up making the blonde blushed, "There is one thing you could…" Already rethinking Ron looked away, "…no never mind it's stupid." The hold Kim had on his hand suddenly tightened.
Looking back at Kim, "Ron whatever it is tell me…please." The softness of her voice embraced the blonde and the fire in her eyes drew him in.
He bit his lip- nervous, "It's just…just…ok I know this is going to sound stupid, but whenever I got a cut that hurt real bad my mom…my mom would always kiss to make it feel better. Hahaha stupid I know right KP!" He quickly joked not looking her way, "Ha-ha-ha…"
The auburn girl paused for a moment taking in the words spoken by the blonde. Kim didn't think the idea was stupid. She remembered as well whenever she hurt herself her dad was always kissed the spot to make it feel better- it always did. Those spots always hurt a lot. And with no antibiotics to dull the pain right now Ron's must be killing him. The way Ron cringes made her feel worthless. He was only here because Ron took a deadly slash for her and now he is lying on a bed...in pain.
Kim bit her lip. It wasn't a big deal just a small kiss nothing to it.
"Ha-ha-ha…Kim?" Ron stopped laughing as he saw Kim slowly moving her lips over his wound, "KP? What are you doing?" He asked very slowly and softly.
Kim didn't answer him but instead moved over to the bottom of his wound. She paused. Gently she then kissed right beside the cut and involuntary Ron shudder a breath before a small wave of relaxation hit him. She could see it his eyes that it helped a bit. Wanting Ron to feel better she laid another mark only just a little more higher above his wound again making him catch his breath. No words were being spoken between them- none were needed. Again the auburn girl trailed above his wound laying another kiss and again she could feel Ron relaxing.
There Ron felt better. So why wasn't she stopping?
Another…she did it again lightly trailing upwards drawing closer to his chest. The grip she had on his hand tightened as her body temperature rose. Ron laid there watching as she drew ever so closer to him not showing any signs of stopping. Once more she kissed his wound moving higher. Her position on the edge of the bed was making it difficult. Fixing the problem Kim's other hand pressed against Ron's chest as she moved onto the bed hovering above him. Neither of them argued. Her legs positioned on each corner as the grip on his hand grew firmer with each passing moment.
She didn't want to stop and he didn't either.
Yet again one more kiss one more move forward. Her hair draped across her shoulders resting on the blonde's exposed body. She lowered more as she continued to kiss his wound higher and higher never taking her eyes off his. Slowly she found herself at the height of his sore- their bodies touching with the heat radiating between them. Kissing the tip Ron trembled a little, but the pain was gone. He couldn't feel it- all he could feel was Kim's warm touch with his own, her eyes still not moving away from his. Her hand not wanting to let go of his as her arm traveled underneath his body grasping him. Fixated the blonde snaked his free hand around her petite waist holding her- never looking away.
The hold he had made her heart skip a beat. He was so gentle yet firm. This time she kissed the tip of his chest only a small distance away from his vulnerable lips…His breathing quickening a little as to hers. She lightly snuffled his smell gradually being intoxicated. Captured Kim wanted nothing more than to attack his lips claiming him. She knew he wanted as bad as her. No second thoughts no backing down Kim wanted to feel Ron and no one was there to stop there. Sliding against Ron's body the blonde felt a small wave of pleasure, before Kim's face hovered above his her hair carelessly falling on each side blocking everything else. Only her eyes were all he could see. Little by little she drew closer letting her eyes drop as to the blonde's.
Unexpected but wanted their lips found each other's savoring the moment. His lips sent jolts through her entire body making her want more. The blonde did to and so they met. Their tongues meeting for the first time embraced one another- tasting each other getting familiar with each part of their mouths. They wrestled but not for dominance but pleasure. The blonde won…claiming his prize- by feeling every part of her soft anatomy. Kim whimper a little as a soft moan escaped her- she tried to hold another back, but the action felt so natural that Kim found it simply impossible. The auburn girl was getting lost as her best friend tasted her. They wanted more.
Running his hand beneath her mission shirt Ron gently rubbed Kim's back increasing the volume of the redhead's moans. He attacked every sore spot massaging it and pushing Kim over the edge. Even in her mission outfit the cuts and tears made her able to feel Ron's body. The small feelings of bare skins touching enticed them. His mission outfit was already torn and Ron figured it wouldn't matter if he torn hers. Lightly he nudged the fabric trying to rip her shirt off. The blonde did it slowly in case the auburn girl didn't want it.
"Please…" What? Kim stopped her assault his lips to look him straight in the eyes. Her eyes were filled with desire and her chest continued to rise up and down against his, "Please…" Again Kim asked very tenderly, "Please Ron…" She attacked his neck, "…hurry and take me…please…I- I need you." And again she reattached herself with him again letting Ron finish what he started.
Wanting her more than ever the blonde pulled more firmly on the black fabric. The already made tears made it easier to rip and eventually he could hear the soft tearing happening and that only made him pull harder. Thread by thread inch by inch the fabric ripped becoming easier and easier to pull. All to long the strings snapped ripping the black top in half. Separated- the blonde pulled the dark top from Kim tossing it carelessly. Their bodies nor lips never separated but now they touched together bare-chested rubbing themselves on one another.
The blonde could immediately feel an intense heat break out. The feel of Kim's bare breasts sliding against him sent blood rushing through his whole body. As the feel of her warm stomach touching his and his wound made him groan. His groan drove Kim further. She wanted Ron! She wanted to be with him- and nothing more.
Tracing her arm holding Ron she lightly trailed down until she reached her object of desire. His mission cargo pants. Ceasing their tongue play Kim looked Ron lustfully in the eyes. She thought of all the times Ron was there for her. All the times he stuck by her through thick and thin. All the times he consoled her when life was getting her down. And all the times he saved…her life. Kim had been so blind her whole life, but now she could see clearly.
Rubbing her cheek with his as a content smile appeared, "Ron?" Her voice was soft.
Ron rubbed back enjoying the closeness, "Yes KP?" He matched her tone.
She halfheartedly stopped rubbing against him to only touch foreheads- theirs noses touched as they stared deep into their eyes. The auburn girl rested her lips one thrust away from Ron's breathing ever so strongly.
"I love you…" Kim breathed slowly as her hot heavy breath matched with his.
Those words struck something deep inside Ron and he couldn't contain it, "I love you to…" Their lips met again for one of the many more times.
She tugged his mission pants and so did he with hers pulling them…
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"So what happened next?" Ann asked quite enthusiastically as she looked a little flushed. She was fanning herself a little with her own hands. The heated story had a strong effect on her. "Well?" She asked again wanting to hear more from her daughter Kimberly.
Kim was against the couch pulling her blanket over her entire body hiding her tremendous blushing face. Her whole body radiated heat as she hid beneath her blanket with only her face visible, "Mom! I don't think you need know anymore…gosh its embarrassing enough telling you about this..." Kim added while turning to look at her dad and then back to her mom, "…and besides I'm pretty sure you know what happened next." She finished with a deep red blush.
James Possible was at a loss for words at the moment. He didn't know whether to feel angry or very embarrassed. This is why he doesn't do girl talk. "I…ugh well?" He stopped looking at Kimmie, "That does explain everything. Ah well I guess I'll talk to Ronald tomorrow then." He then looked away, "I doubt I could face him anyways…" The rocket scientist mumbled before walking upstairs.
Ann blinked, "Well I gotta admit Kimberly…I'm shocked!" She said placing her hand on her chest with a gasp expression. Kim blushed deeply before a mischievous smile rose on Ann, "So you…"
"…love her?" Jean asked her son who was rubbing his hand with a blush matching Kim's. He was still pressed firmly against the couch, but Jean no longer held him still.
Ron nodded, "I do." He was confidence in his answer but still looked visibly flushed.
Jean and Dean looked at each other for a brief moment silently agreeing on something. Whatever the agreement the woman of the household grew a big glowing smile and the male a proud smile. The blonde was dumbstruck.
They turned around to meet their son one more time. Dean moved forward placing his hand on Ronald's shoulder, "Son I'm still disappointed in you…" Ron sighed, "…but I'm also unbelievably proud of you!" Ron suddenly raised his eyebrows. Dean moved in whispering, "I mean the whole world now knows my son is having relations with his best friend…hehe with Kimberly Ann Possible. What father wouldn't be proud?"
Ron eyes bulged out! He couldn't believe what he just heard coming out the mouth of his own dad. He could only imagine what his mother had to say…speaking of his mother.
Dean moved away from his son to allow Jean to speak up. She still had that glowing smile, "Ronald?"
Ron shivered a bit, "Yes mom?" That smiled couldn't possibly be good.
Jean leaned in, "I do expect grandchildren…"
"…eventually." Ann said before walking upstairs leaving Kim alone. She waited at the top of the stairs waiting for a sound. 3…2…1 she heard a thud and silently left to go back to sleep with a simple smile on her face.
Kim had fainted on the couch with a blush matching her own auburn hair.
A/N: I'm going to be honest writing that entire scene...you know which one took a lot of work. Also if you readers would like me to fully extend that scene then just ask me...I'll add more to this chapter, but if you like it just the way it is then by all means thanks.
Well I guess this story is done...never planned to write more than 3 chapters anyways.
Till eventually
-Yoshi/Johnny