Snippets of Forever:
So Not... Wasting a Minute: Part II
-x-
Kim's grip on the steering wheel of the Sloth was awfully tight when she finally pulled up in front of Bonnie's house later that same night. But still, as she took a sneaky glance at Ron out of the corner of her eye, she forced her wary feelings down to the pit of her stomach.
It was well after that evening's football game, and the Mad Dogs were riding high after yet another victory. The celebrations had quickly moved from the field to Bonnie's house, but Kim and Ron were not exactly as on time as she might have typically preferred. Not only had it been left to Kim and Ron to deliver the tweebs home after their Pep Puppy mascot duties, but once they had arrived, her parents had been quick to tempt the young couple into staying for dinner, as well.
Not that it ever took much to goad Ron into a free meal, of course.
And now, the time had finally come. It was close to eight p.m. which meant that left Kim with roughly two hours of partying, two hours or dodging any taunts from Bonnie, and two hours of making sure Ron didn't do anything to embarrass himself too severely.
She huffed out very quietly under her breath, but jumped with subtle surprise when she felt her boyfriend's hand on her arm. Kim glanced up and across to passenger seat, immediately mirroring the smile Ron was directing her way.
"Ready?"
She resisted a roll of her eyes, "As I'll ever be."
The pumping of the music was getting louder, as were the obnoxious sounds of singing and shouting from their teammates as Kim, Ron and Rufus crept closer and closer to Bonnie's front door. Ron's hand was soon on Kim again, but this time he laced it together with her own.
The blonde boy shot another side-eye at his girlfriend. He tried not to gawk at her too obviously. She was still wearing her cheer uniform, as was tradition for Bonnie's parties, and God was purple ever her colour. His own purple jersey clung loosely to his torso, as well.
They certainly looked the part. And after overhearing Kim's conversation with Monique earlier that afternoon, Ron was determined to act the part, too. The part that he knew Kim would be proud of.
There was no need to knock as the front door was already ajar. And, man, there was no easing into the festivities.
Kim almost had to consciously tell herself not to grip Ron's hand even tighter at what they saw as they stepped into Bonnie's living room. The music was even louder than either of them first thought, the flashing of strobe lights was almost blinding, and the stale smell of alcohol in the air was unmistakable. There were about a dozen or so faces Kim and Ron spotted that were instantly recognisable, but many others that were less so. That wasn't to say that the other party guests were unknown to the teen heroes, but they were definitely not footballers or cheerleaders.
Kim raised a suspicious eyebrow, "Not exactly the guest list I was expecting."
Ron simply shrugged his shoulders, "Well - "
"Stoppable!"
The sudden shouts of Henry and a couple of his other teammates made Ron and Kim whirl around on the spot in surprise. The welcoming grins on the guys' faces gave Ron a warm feeling in his chest as he offered his friends a wave.
At the very last second before their approach, Ron glanced back down at Kim. He kept a gentle hold on her hand, almost pulling her a step closer - a move that was not lost on the redhead. Kim's heart skipped a beat as she stared right back at Ron, pausing for a second and opening her mouth to speak until her boyfriend's attention was re-directed back to Henry.
"Nice of you guys to finally show up," Henry joked.
Ron chuckled in response, "Well, hey, no need to fret, my friends - the Ronman is here and now this par-tay can officially begin."
Rufus echoed Ron's enthusiasm with a hearty squeak as he pumped his tiny, pink fist in the air and jumped off his human's shoulder. He quickly scurried away, looking for some form of his own fun, no doubt, and leaving Ron and Kim with their friends.
One of the other footballers standing alongside Henry spoke up then, holding out a blue coloured can, "Party can't begin until you throw back one of these."
Kim cringed. A beer. Already. That didn't take long, she told herself.
She watched the cold condensation roll down the side of the can as she held her breath. If she was going to have to police her boyfriend on his quest for the full Mad Dog experience this early in the party, it was sure going to be one long night.
But when Ron spoke up, Kim's worried thoughts came to a halt.
"Mm, thanks, but can't," he admitted firmly, "Need to focus on the whole 'save the world' thing. Can't really mix that with the whole 'under the influence' thing, ya' know?"
Kim was frozen, looking at Ron with her bottom lip slightly dropped. And then, a smile crossed her mouth.
"You sure?" Henry asked, patting Ron supportively on the shoulder when the blonde nodded his head, "Good for you, man. More for the rest of us, I guess."
With that being said, Henry snatched away the can from their other teammate, cracking it open for himself and disappearing back into the crowded party. Kim instantly swivelled around in her place, facing Ron front-on and shooting her smile his way.
"That was a very adult decision of you," she complimented sweetly.
"Eh, what can I say? Your main man's all about making the mature choices."
Kim came to another standstill as she narrowed her eyes at him. She wasn't quite sure who this Ron was and what he had done with her real boyfriend... but she was certainly starting to think she had judged him way too quickly and harshly the day before.
"Come on, let's go find something to drink that wouldn't stop us from answering a beep and totally crushing Drakken."
As they ushered themselves through the party towards the kitchen, Kim finally started to spot the familiar expressions of her girlfriends and cheer mates, sharing some hugs and cheerful words with them. Some were definitely more lucid than others, and the theme only continued through to the next room when just as many teenagers were letting loose in Bonnie's kitchen. Kim initially approached the punch bowl, but Ron's hand on her waist stopped her as he offered her an unopen can of soda instead.
"Just to be safe," he said, speaking a little louder over the music.
Kim laughed as she took the drink from him and popped it open with a manicured fingernail, "Good call."
She took a small sip, passing it back to Ron and watching him do the same. Her heart was still pitter-pattering in her chest, and she tucked a loose strand of red hair behind her ear as she cleared her throat to speak again.
"So, do you see your first Mad Dog party living up to all your mad expectations?"
"Mm, we only just got here, jury's still out. The best part so far is being here with you."
"Well, don't let me hold you back from any guy time."
"'Sha, as if," Ron immediately fired back, "The height of my footballer bro-ness is dating the beautilicious cheer captain, I'm totally not leaving your side."
"Oh, so I'm just your eye candy?" Kim teased sarcastically. She jabbed him lightly in the arm, giggling to herself as Ron blocked her second attempt and tugged her closer to him.
The temptation to swap her playful punches for a cosy kiss was creeping up on her all too quickly, but before she even had the chance to lean in towards him, Kim was suddenly interrupted by a very unfavourable voice cackling from across the room.
"Well, if it isn't team loser," Bonnie announced a little too proudly, "You'd think for someone who was so desperateto come to my party that you would have had the decency to show up on time."
Kim frowned at Bonnie, taking note of the half-empty plastic glass of champagne in her hand, "Looks like you have plenty of other guests to keep you entertained, B. What happened to your totally flawed exclusivity clause?"
"Oh, please, K - you know I'm not one to do things at half-measures. If it's a party that your little sidekick wanted, then I was more than happy to oblige."
Ignoring her spiteful snipe, Kim rolled her eyes, "Aren't you missing one guest in particular? What does Junior think about his precious Bon-Bon throwing such a wild party unsupervised?"
"Busy, Milan, you can imagine how it is. He promised for my next soiree that he'd fly me and all my guests out to his and his father's private island."
"Well, you can count us off that guest list."
"No duh - you're lucky to even be at this party."
With a very superficial flick of her hair, Bonnie attempted a slightly intimidating step towards her foe and prodded Ron just once in the chest. Kim bristled, near enough lunging forward and snapping off the insulting finger right from Bonnie's hand.
"And you may be star of the football team, but you are not going to be the star of my party, got it?"
Ron cocked a daring eyebrow, "Is that not up to the people to decide?" He quickly backtracked with a sly smirk at the sound of Bonnie's growl, "Or, not! Hey, like you said, it's your party."
Kim might have been withholding her laughter at the annoyed grimace on Bonnie's face, but still, she couldn't help but curl her fist up into a ball at her sheer audacity once she had sauntered away.
"Have I mentioned lately how much I can't stand her?"
"Sounds familiar," Ron sympathised, "Seriously, though, just ignore her. She's only trying to get under your skin."
"But she's so unnaturally good at it. And she's purposely trying to embarrass the both of us - why else do you think she invited all these extra people?"
"She's only embarrassing us because you're letting her," he argued gently, "You can't have her win like that, KP. Let's just have fun, hang out with our actual friends, and have the most bon-diggiest time at her expense that we can."
The music might still have been blasting at an insane level, but Kim could hear Ron's adoring words loud and clear. Maybe she was caught up in the moment, but without a word of warning, Kim was suddenly experiencing a party that she hadn't expected with a Ron that she hadn't expected. He was cool, calm, collected... and he was being awfully mature.
When he took another sip of their shared can of soda, Kim watched him raise the metal to his lips, feeling the butterflies turn over in her tummy. She leaned up on her toes, pressing one quick kiss to his mouth.
"So, where do you want to start?"
The next however many minutes of their wild celebrations were almost a blur to Kim and Ron. They ate, they danced, they gossiped, and they hung out with their closest friends. And what she first thought might have been an innocent attempt at flirting turned out to be cold, hard fact - Ron simply refused to leave Kim's side. Even as he was often swept away for some bantering chatter with the other boys on his team, he kept Kim within his reach. The teen hero merely watched on, enthralled and rather impressed with just how well Ron was fitting in.
He really could lend himself to being one of the guys when he wanted to.
And it was kind of... alluring to see.
It had to have been about half an hour later when Kim abruptly jumped in surprise at the sound of Bonnie calling her name again.
She and Ron were strolling back through the living room after taking respective visits to the bathroom, and were startled to hear the brunette's voice resounding from the couch. She had a fresh cup of champagne and was lounged out casually in the centre of the room with about six or seven other girls and guys gathered around her in other chairs and on the floor.
And Queen B still had humiliation on her mind.
"Oh, Kim?" she sang with faux innocence, "Truth or dare?"
Kim's arms instantly folded across her chest in a slouch, "I'm sorry, are we in middle school?"
"What a surprise - too much of a prude to participate with your teammates?"
The instant weight that reluctantly collapsed on Kim's chest at Bonnie's snipe was a fairly heavy one. Was she a rule follower? She tried to be. Was she responsible? Definitely. But a prude? Well, the guy standing by her side knew the exact answer to that.
With one confident step into the living room, Kim planted herself in the free seat at the opposite end of the couch.
"Truth."
Bonnie's pearly white teeth snarled in a slurring smile. Game on.
"Okay. Tell us all who is the better kisser. Josh Mankey, or your current BF?"
Immediately, Kim cringed. She shouldn't have expected anything less than the lowest of low blows from her arch rival. As she shot a quick glance at Ron where he had planted himself on the arm of the couch beside her, Kim flashed her boyfriend the quickest slither of a supportive smile.
If Bonnie wanted to play dirty, Kim was prepared to hurl just as much mud as she was.
"Josh and I were fifteen. It was barely a kiss," she retorted in an instant, "But couldn't you just as easily give your own rating on Ron? You were the one kissing a guy already in a relationship right before you met Junior."
The oohs and aahs from Rufus and the other party goers were so intense that they even drowned out the sounds of the continuous, awful music still bouncing off the walls of the house. The distant memory of Bonnie actually planting one on him may have made Ron shudder, but he couldn't help but echo a subtle laugh at just how quickly Kim had managed to turn the tables on her.
With a huffing scoff from between her embarrassed, crimson cheeks, Bonnie abruptly redirected her attention to one of the other girls sitting at her feet. The smug grin remained on Kim's face, and she was soon shooting it up at Ron when she felt his hand on her shoulder.
But it wasn't long before the next few questions in the game had cycled back around the the teen couple.
"Stoppable?"
Ron almost jumped at the sound of his name from one of the other guys on his team. And he didn't stop to think before he answered all too quickly.
"...Dare?"
The other jock raised an eyebrow, immediately holding out his hand the was clasped around a cold can of beer.
"Are you finally going to have one of these?"
Kim's mind had been racing with all kinds of brutish dares the guys might have tried to coax Ron into. But when he was offered a drink for a second time and her green eyes quickly found the brown on his, the redhead could see the answer in her boyfriend's face all too clearly.
Despite the sounds of jibing encouragement that were already echoing all around them, Kim could see that Ron was going to turn his friends down again.
And so, something inside of her suddenly snapped.
"Uh, guys, I don't really know - "
"Or just, like, half?"
The shy squeak or a comment from her made Ron frown as he glanced down at Kim.
"Um... what?"
"Like, half each," she repeated more clearly, "We could share one? If you want?"
Ron had skidded into a sharp pause as he simply continued to stare right through Kim. Was she being serious? Was this some kind of test? Was she really starting to get into the swing of the party for herself, or was she just trying to please her boyfriend?
As he swallowed a lump in his throat, Ron chose to go with the safest response he could think of, "But don't we have to drive home?"
"The Sloth does have autopilot."
"Yeah, but, Kim - "
"Come on, big dog," his teammate cut back in, "Possible just gave you a green light to sprint through."
Ignoring the less than chivalrous undertones in the jock's words, Ron's dare was ultimately punctuated by a beer can being thrust into Kim's grasp. He watched as she took it in one hand, and leaned forward to the coffee table to snatch up a red, plastic cup in the other. With her bottom lip confidently curled inwards and just a slight shake in her hand, Kim poured half of the frothed beverage into the cup, which she kept for herself.
The rest of the group had quickly lost interest and moved on to the next turn in the game by the time she held the now half-empty can out to her boyfriend. He shot his eyes upwards again, searching for Kim's before they locked back onto one another.
"Are you sure about this?"
Kim's brow crinkled curiously, "Why do you keep asking?"
Ron quickly backpedalled. The last thing he wanted Kim to know was that he has been eavesdropping on another one of her conversations with Monique.
"N-No reason, not really," he said, "You're just always the smart, responsible, brilliant one, and I don't want you to feel like you have to change all that for one night just for me."
Kim's smile was soft when she paused for a second. And then, she leaned in closer to Ron.
"No offence, but you're not always the cool, level-headed, mature guy you have been tonight, either."
Her tone was ever-so-teasing when Ron grinned right back at her and watched her hold her drink out towards his.
"I think a little change for each of us for one night won't hurt."
His heart thumped in his chest in time with Kim tapping her cup against his can in a 'cheers'. It almost made Ron's cheeks flush a deeper shade of red than the alcohol itself when both teens finally raised the beverage to their lips with an innocent laugh.
The taste wasn't wholly unfamiliar to them. Kim had indulged in the absolute tiniest of tiny sips of champagne the last New Years or two with her mother, not to mention the times she and Ron had found themselves backed into a corner when undercover on a mission here or there. But none of that necessarily detracted from the gravity of what Kim knew she was doing.
It might have only been a short few hours ago when the teen hero was convinced in herself that even the slightest ounce of irresponsibility from her sidekick would result in her swiftly putting her foot down... but so far that night, Ron had been showing anything but. And even if he didn't realise it, he was making Kim absolutely melt.
His eyes fell away from hers for a moment as his lips wrapped around the opening of the can and he took another sip.
Kim felt her heart skip a beat when she bit down on the corner of her own lip.
Scratch that - the teen girl wasn't just melting. Kim suddenly felt like her abdomen was on fire.
"Yo, Stoppable, make some room for the rest of us!"
Ron almost coughed up his beer, spinning around in surprise to find another purple-clad jock barrelling his way right towards him. With an unintentionally harsh nudge, his teammate bumped Ron right off the arm of the couch to take the makeshift seat for himself. Ron grunted, finding himself and Rufus suddenly crammed in between Kim and the edge of the sofa.
And, boy, did Kim's insides flutter.
"Here," she murmured gently, shuffling over an inch or two to try and give her BF more room. Ron obliged, attempting to balance both himself and his drink as he placed a hand on Kim's shoulder to keep stable. It certainly was a tight squeeze, and the uncomfortable groans from one of the girls sitting on Kim's opposite side were not exactly subtle.
This was so not working, she told herself. So, instead, she drew in a breath. She took another sip of her beer. And then, Kim smiled.
"Here," she repeated, directing a much more sultry tone at her boyfriend when she lifted herself from the couch cushion.
The blonde boy was confused for the first second. But when he felt Kim tow him away from the corner and he watched her lower herself back down towards him - Ron's face flushed the purest shade of red.
His arm was immediately around her waist when Kim placed herself down in his lap. She sat down sideways, both of her legs sitting at a right-angle to his own as she shuffled a little closer to him. The major public display of affection was making her heart race a little, but with their friends sufficiently distracted with the game still at hand, and their own drinks, and all the loud music and chatter - luckily, no one was paying too much attention to Kim and Ron. Well, no one except for Rufus, at least.
Their little pink friend stuck his tongue out with some teasing, grossed out sounds before scampering back to the kitchen, no doubt in search of more food. Kim and Ron could only laugh as they both took another small sip of their drinks. Ron's hand dropped down to Kim's hip, the pigments in her expression still slightly pink at the contact. She brushed the delicate pad of her thumb across his cheek for a split second before sweeping her fingers through the short, blonde locks behind his ear.
"So," she breathed out softly, "Enjoying yourself a little more now?"
Ron could barely find the words as he nodded his head with a squeaking 'mm-hm'.
"Are you?"
Kim pondered the question for a moment until a genuine grin crossed her, "Yeah, I am, actually - believe it or not."
"And you're not just saying that?"
"Of course not," she answered, noting the uncertain frown in Ron's face, "Ron, what is it?"
Her sidekick squirmed slightly with a shrug of his shoulders, "I dunno'. I mean, I know a party at Bonnie's doesn't exactly top your list of extra curriculars."
"To put it lightly," Kim inserted sarcastically, "But, seriously. It's all good. And it's ferociously worth it to see you this happy."
"Well, yeah, but like anyone else here had anything to do with that..."
His sweet inkling of a compliment was not lost on Kim as she paused with an adoring smirk, "One more time?"
A sheepish feeling washed over Ron as he took another drink of his beer. The sensation still tingled a little strangely on his tastebuds. Splitting the can between them had definitely been the right call, and while he still had his complete wits about him, Ron wanted to ensure that he could clearly relay to Kim exactly what he was trying to say.
"I just mean, like," he began, "Okay, yeah, I was messing around a little yesterday, or whatever, but I really do appreciate how much you always take my side, and stand up for me, and do the dumb things I always wanna' do."
"Well, duh, check the job description, boyfriend."
"I know, I know, but still..."
A rather long sigh left him then as Kim felt Ron's body shift beneath her weight where she was still sitting in his lap. He swapped his can of drink from one hand to the other as he reached back to scratch behind his neck. He ceased in the bashful action after a moment to bring his grip back down to Kim's thigh. He held on gently, and his fingers almost had a mind of their own as the crawled up to sit at the purple hem of her cheer skirt.
And when his eyes locked back onto hers, Kim felt her heart stop.
"You're just... you're the best."
As the final word left him, the silence that Kim could swear she had been swallowed up by slowly began to fade away when she became conscience of the music and shouts and laughter still filling the room around her.
Her heart rate eventually began to creep back to normal. But with each goosebump she sensed pop up over her legs, her chest only thumped a little faster and a little harder.
Her eyes fell to his lips. She could see the frothed moisture from his last sip of beer still sitting on his mouth. It caused Kim to bite down on her own bottom lip. And then, for the first time since junior prom, the teenage girl was suddenly all-too tempted to lean in and capture her boyfriend's kiss in front of a room full of people.
That was until Bonnie snorted out loud from the other end of the couch.
"Okay, like, eww, give me a break, K!"
Kim blinked just once, swivelling away from Ron to glance across at her rival at the sounds of disgust that Bonnie had spat from between her lips.
"I'm sorry, something bothering you, B?"
"Um, yeah. Obviously," she slurred, taking another sip of her cheap wine as she gained the attention of the rest of their friends and classmates sitting all around them, "Would it kill you and your BF to stop making kissy face at each other? Seriously, get a room!"
Some slight snickers from a couple of people sitting by Bonnie started to rumble across the wider group. But still, Kim only scooted closer to Ron, speaking spitefully under her breath as she did.
"Please, any excuse to get away from you is a welcomed one - trust me."
In the next instant, a light bulb flashed on in Bonnie's mind.
"Well, what a fantastic idea! By me, of course, not you."
Kim scoffed a little louder then, "What the heck are you blabbering about?"
With a mischievous eyebrow cocked, Bonnie's arm projected out to the side, gesturing to the closet by the stairs, "Up for another dare?" she sang slyly, "Seven minutes in heaven."
As the words left Bonnie - and as much as it surprised the redhead herself - Kim was suddenly silent.
The intrigued mumblings throughout the group were growing louder, but even so, Ron simply rolled his eyes, shifting his vision back to Kim and waiting for her to speak.
Only, Kim remained quiet. Why wasn't she saying anything?
Nervously clearing his throat, Ron shook his head and turned to Bonnie, "So, Kim was right? This is a middle school party?"
Bonnie didn't let his sarcasm bother her, "Well, yeah, maybe the way you two play that game. What's the matter, Stoppable? Scared to stand too close to your girlfriend and hold her hand for seven minutes?"
Ron resisted a knowing smirk. He did not want to dignify Bonnie's taunts with a response.
So, instead - Kim provided one of her own.
"Fine."
The single word echoed between Ron's ears. Fine? What did she mean, fine?
The teenage boy searched for his voice box, parting his lips to speak, but only sensed his jaw fall even further at the sight of Kim throwing back her plastic cup to chug the last couple of sips of her beer before coming to her feet. She turned back, stretching her hand down to reach for Ron's.
The curious cooing and muttering from the throngs of partying teenagers was a lot louder as Ron's brow creased just slightly in his girlfriend's direction. But still, he moved quite quickly, sliding his palm into hers and allowing her to pull him to his feet.
She shot him a confident smile and squeezed his hand, and then looked back to Bonnie.
"So, do you want to keep time, or should I?"
"Like it matters," Bonnie snapped back, "How about you just let me know when you get sick of breathing the same air as him?"
Ron barely heard this latest insult. The sounds of the other Mad Dogs cheekily cheering him on as he followed his girlfriend into the downstairs closet was all he could really think about, and it sort of made him gulp.
That was until the door finally shut behind him. And all of a sudden, Ron actually felt kind of peaceful.
The thumping of the trashy house music was a level quieter behind the wooden door, and Ron could finally hear the sound of his own heart pumping lightly when he glanced down at Kim. He breathed out softly, and took another small sip from the can of drink he was still holding onto.
The space where they were standing was quite cramped. Behind Ron was a clothing rack full of coats and long dresses, and neatly stacked behind Kim was a couple of large plastic tubs filled with old books, and shoes, and board games, and who knew what else. But still, Ron felt relaxed. Sharing an innocent level of personal space with his girlfriend could never make him uncomfortable. Even a few minutes to escape the chaos on the other side of the wall and simply decompress in some chatter with her was more than he could ask for.
"Is it weird that I almost wish Junior was here?" Ron asked hopelessly, "At least then him and Bonnie could spend all night styling each other's annoyingly perfect hair and leave us alone."
He slouched back a little then, his arms crossed over his chest. He could only imagine what kind of jokes and stories Bonnie was concocting about what he and Kim were certainly not doing behind the closest door.
As he rolled his eyes for a second time at this thought, Ron focused on they very quiet Kim a little more intently. She had her nose buried in the Kimmunicator on her wrist, not even paying attention to what Ron was saying. The blonde boy frowned again.
"What are you doing?"
Kim's answer was instant and firm.
"Setting a six minute timer."
"Six minutes?" Ron repeated, confused, "Why six?"
A flash of heat sizzled in Kim's abdomen. She hit a final button on the Kimmunicator - and then, she took a step closer to Ron.
"So that nobody catches us doing this."
There was no warning whatsoever as Kim leaned up on her toes and absolutely plummeted her lips onto Ron's.
The surprised sound that left him was adorable, but Kim didn't let the sweetness of it deter her course of action when she instantly pressed herself into him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Ron was in a state of shock, but after only three or four seconds of total bewilderment, he quickly began to kiss Kim back just as fiercely. He breathed out, heavily, and his hands fell to her waist as he dropped the last of his beer can clean to the ground.
His heart was abruptly racing, and his lungs felt near-empty as her kiss continued to lap against his. Her tongue dared to part his lips for only one second, but Ron finally had to pull away and catch his breath as he looked up to the ceiling in disbelief. Kim took the opportunity to shift her kiss down to his neck as he tried to find his voice.
"U-um... uh, okay, you are like the whole population of babetown right now, and n-not that I'm complaining," he whispered, already exhausted, "But, u-uh... what gives?"
Kim peppered another two or three kisses across Ron's neck as she spoke right back to him in the same hushed tone, "What gives, is you. You, and the front-row seat you've given me to 'Ron Stepuppable: The Sequel' tonight. And the only fun I can think about actually having right now is being here, with you, doing this, for the next five minutes and forty-one seconds."
Ron gulped again, feeling his Adam's apple bob against Kim's lips. She smirked into his skin.
"Any other questions?"
Her words were so quiet. And yet, Ron heard them as clear as day.
Without another single thought, Ron craned his neck back down to Kim and found her lips with his. He cradled her cheeks with his hands, and once he was certain he didn't give two craps about whoever could've opened the door in that moment, he parted Kim's mouth with his tongue and laced it together with hers in a heated dance. He could taste every flavour of every pore on her lips - a combination of fruity lip gloss, and dry beer, and her every-so-sultry smile. The tips of his fingers crawled away from her face, and instead found themselves swimming through her endless lengths of red hair. The sensation was almost beckoning for her, and when she took a step closer towards him, Ron only responded in kind.
With one hand falling down to her hip, Ron crept closer to Kim, too, meeting her in the middle where one of her legs was standing firmly between his own. His second hand quickly joined his first, and with the most gentle sense of seductive chivalry, he slipped both under her skirt and cupped her butt as he lifted her from the ground. Kim giggled and grunted out loud when Ron hoisted her up and placed her on top of the stacked tubs behind her and latched his kiss back around hers. His grip remained at her sides, but when she tempted him upwards to grasp at the area around her navel and the hem of her cropped shirt, Ron wasn't going to protest. Time was of the essence, after all.
Kim shivered when Ron pulled her shirt up without a moment's hesitation and ripped it over her head. He threw it to the floor - it might have even landed in the small puddle of beer that had trickled out from his spilled can, but Kim didn't care. The bra clinging to her chest was plain and white and certainly wasn't the prettiest one she owned. After all, she had been cheering that night, and the garment was much more supportive than sexy, but Ron still knew his way around it when he pulled it down and over her chest and he sunk his kiss into her collarbone.
Kim sighed with a soft whistle under her breath as she felt Ron trace his way down her sternum and over her breast. He pecked at her porcelain skin with gentle nibbles as he went, and finally made it to the centre of her chest and slid his tongue around her nipple. Her legs clamped around his waist and she pressed himself into him a little closer as he sucked a little harder. His saliva ran over the most sensitive parts of her skin, and his teeth teased the tiny pink nub before he switched to the opposite breast, as well.
Kim arched her head back, so hypnotised by Ron's lips on her breasts that she didn't immediately notice where his hands were daring to creep toward. A slight pinch from his nails suddenly ricocheted through her core when his touch lingered back under her cheer skirt. He kept it in place for a moment, sitting just above her knee before he crawled up, and up, and up to the stitching of her underwear that sat at the very top of her thigh.
Her heart was racing. Her breath was in her throat. And when Ron's hand came into contact with the cotton of her thin panties, Kim nearly hissed out loud.
The teenage girl only encouraged her boyfriend further still, shuffling as close as she could to the end of her makeshift seat without falling over the edge. Ron's hand was reluctant, and albeit a little shaky when he bent one knuckle inwards and rubbed it against the front of her underwear.
Kim sighed into his mouth, and Ron almost melted in sheer nerves when he sensed the very slight dampness from the front of her panties that soaked into his index finger.
He pulled back from her kiss for a moment, whispering as quietly as he could.
"Is this okay?"
Kim perfectly matched his volume, "...So okay."
"Because, I can, like, slow things down if you - "
" - Ron."
"Okay, okay," he chuckled. Like he was in any position to argue with her.
A coolness washed over Kim in the next instant. She wasn't certain if it was from the slim sense of trepidation, or from her literal lack of clothing when Ron shifted her panties to one side - but whatever it was, she knew she didn't want it to stop.
Ron was drowning in a serious wave of concentration when his fingers wandered ever-so-delicately around Kim's centre. He hadn't been one hundred per cent certain what to expect, but the sensation was soft, and only very slightly wet, and man did it make him want to explode.
He kept his knuckle crooked and gently rubbed it up and down Kim's slit before he began to explore a little deeper. The teenage girl sucked in a sharp, high-pitched breath when her boyfriend dared to dance one finger along her parting skin before sinking it inside of her. He slowly moved back and forth, up and down, and admittedly in every other direction he could think of as he tried to decipher what exactly felt best for her.
Kim focused on the feeling, realistically trying to figure out for herself where her most sensitive spot was. But honestly - it was all so, incredibly overwhelming that anything and everything Ron was doing seemed perfect. She lingered her kiss away from his, and sighed out loud again as she whispered his name into his ear. The very moment she did, a second finger timidly dipped into her core, and she bit down on her lip to stop from making any noise above the music still reverberating from the other side of closet door.
Her breathy, groaning sighs were almost too much for Ron to handle. He brought his first finger out of her again and curled it back into the outer region of her vagina as he started to rub in a smooth circle. He did everything he could to move both fingers in the most satisfying motion, building the most friction he could and indulging in the wetness that was now definitely coating his touch.
Kim began to move her hips on her own, doing everything she could to make the feeling even more incredible. She heaved herself forward again, almost lifting herself from his place and riding out the buzzing vibrations she could feel building within her. She moaned, so intensely. He forced a firm kiss onto her to cover the sound.
And then - just as he felt an inviting twitch inside of his own pants... Ron heard the alarm on the Kimmunicator ring out loud.
The noise instantly snapped him out of his aroused trance.
"KP..." he murmured, almost caving the second Kim grabbed onto his hand to prevent him from pulling away from her.
"N-No, keep going," she whispered firmly with a shake of her head.
"No, Kim, what about Bonnie?"
Kim's eyes widened at the sound of Bonnie's name as she broke away from Ron and looked up at him. She blinked, doing some quick math in her head when reality suddenly slapped her harshly across the face.
With what she imagined was only thirty or forty seconds to spare, Kim quickly fixed her underwear, adjusted her bra on her chest and gestured down to the floor towards her shirt. Ron bent down in an instant, snatching it up and passing it to her as Kim pulled it back over her head. She took a moment to fix her hair while Ron reluctantly wiped his hand off on the inside of his jersey before offering his grasp to Kim to help her down.
She took his hand in hers with an adoring smile, and once her feet were back on the carpeted floor, she stepped into him and wrapped her arms around Ron's waist in a tight embrace.
Ron felt a wave of affection wash over him when he hugged Kim right back. They were both breathing a little heavily. They hadn't spoken another word just yet, and when Kim pulled back just slightly to gaze into Ron's eyes once more, the two absolutely beamed at one another.
Kim echoed a quiet giggle of disbelief and met her lips with Ron's when he leaned down to give her a gentle, innocent kiss. The moment was absolutely heavenly.
"Time's up, losers!"
The screeching sound of Bonnie's voice was unmistakable and it shattered the instant around them as the closet door suddenly flew open.
Kim and Ron both jumped in surprise and looked towards the intrusive group of party goers who were staring at them with a typical high school level of crude curiosity.
"Oh, well isn't this sweet," Bonnie slurred with sarcasm, "The two little love birds finally had their second kiss!"
She punctuated her own bad joke with even worse laughter, but from where they were sitting way up on cloud nine, Kim and Ron simply ignored her. They had played along with her stupid, little game - to an extent that even Queen B couldn't imagine, mind you - and as far as the teen heroes were concerned, they didn't owe Bonnie a single thing for the rest of the night.
Well, except for maybe a very ironic 'thank you'.
The thought made Kim laugh under her breath again, before she was caught off guard by Ron taking her hand back in his. The pair sauntered back across the party between their friends with the highest level of calm subtlety. A swarm of butterflies was tumbling through Kim's tummy as she spotted one too many meddling eyes on Ron from his teammates, and her cheeks flushed red.
The image was yet to totally escape her mind.
A hundred different picturesque snapshots of Ron's mouth on her chest and his hands on her skin was almost too much for Kim to handle. She wriggled, in some kind of displeasure, as she fought off the temptations to push him back into a closet, or across the couch, or onto the damn floor as she seriously considered lunging at him all over again.
But she knew this wasn't exactly the time or place for any of that.
The only other thing Kim knew for certain, was that seven minutes had been far too few to spend alone together. And definitely far less than what Ron deserved to indulge in after this night, in particular.
He might have still had a long, long way to go... but Kim had been crazy to doubt Ron was ever capable of flexing his own certain level of blooming maturity.
It was a short while later when the only sounds echoing between them was the soft snores of Rufus and the strong humming of the Sloth as it rolled down the Middleton streets.
Kim was leaning back in the passenger seat and had one leg lazily crossed over the other. She glanced down at where Rufus was thoroughly partied out and snoozing away in her lap as she gently scratched his head. And then, she turned up to look at Ron. Her boyfriend was in the drivers seat, and had both hands on the wheel. Of course, Ron wasn't doing any actual driving. Despite the fact that the teenage boy had drunk much less than the one alcoholic beverage he had shared with his girlfriend, the two were still playing it safe, and the car was faultlessly cruising along in autopilot.
Kim felt a warm glow in her cheeks as she glanced across at Ron. The last two hours seemed like an absolute whirlwind. And as much as Kim wanted to dissect it all, the teen hero honestly didn't really know where to start.
"Okay - what was all that back there?"
Ron instantly looked to her with a sarcastic frown, "What was all what? You're the one who attacked me in that closet."
"I don't mean that," Kim countered with a roll of her eyes, "I mean, just... you. Last time we spoke you were all party mode and ready for the full Mad Dog experience, but instead you were full of suave and responsibility and - "
" - Maturity?"
As the word left him, Kim skidded into silence. That was until the penny finally dropped.
"You heard me yesterday? When I was talking to Monique at school?"
Ron suddenly panicked, "I wasn't eavesdropping. Not on purpose. I learned my lesson from that the first time, I was - "
"You were listening just enough to hear everything I said and then you let your imagination run away with you?"
"Kim, I didn't mean to - "
"Ron," Kim eventually cut him off, "It's okay. This one's on me. I should have given you more credit."
It felt unnatural for Ron to take a hand off the wheel while the car was moving, but still, he did so to sheepishly scratch the back of his neck.
"Eh, it's not like I've ever exactly given you a reason to."
"So not true," Kim sniped back sharply, "This last semester you've kept up with being one butt-kicking sidekick all while balancing star of the football team status."
A glint of something a little more devious twinkled in Kim's eyes then when she reached a hand out for Ron's.
"Not to mention being a total hottie of a boyfriend. And that's coming from the whole population of babetown."
Her teasing giggle was the sweetest music to his ears. It made Ron's chest race.
"You're so much more than just that. You're beautiful."
The moment settled silently between them as Kim's heart skipped a beat. Ron had swivelled around to face her front-on as the car hummed along automatically, but then he quickly cleared his throat, turning back to watch the road in front of them.
"So, um, what are you gonna' tell your parents if they ask you anything about the party?"
Tucking a strand of red hair behind her ear as he changed the subject, Kim blew out a soft sigh. She wasn't going to push him any further on the whole sex convo. Not just yet.
"Actually, I'm probably just going to tell the truth."
Ron's eyes were wide when he snapped back around to stare at her, "The truth? About everything?"
"Define 'everything'?"
"Seven minutes in heaven?"
"Whoa, so not. My dad does not need to hear about our laps around first and second base."
"But the drinks?"
"Drink, singular," Kim clarified. She shifted slightly in her seat, being careful not to wake Rufus, "Look, it might sound like the dumbest form of self-sabotage, but I know this is the right thing to do. At first when Dad started laying down the law in our relationship, I thought he was totally flawed. But I get it now."
Ron barely had the chance to respond when he suddenly noticed the Sloth was finally turning into Kim's driveway. She reached across again and touched his arm, bringing his attention back to her with a soft smile.
"I think all our parents are only trying to look out for both of us. And it's not like we want my dad not trusting us forever, right?"
Ron feigned the same smile, "'Sha, of course not. But that doesn't mean I'm still not secretly terrified of being shot into space."
Kim shook her head as she nudged Rufus awake and opened the passenger door, "Never gonna' let it happen, doofus."
With a few more joking words swapped between them, Kim and Ron eventually made it to the front step of her family's home. Rufus jumped from Kim's shoulder to Ron's and quickly crawled down into his human's pocket with a yawn. Ron watched with an affectionate grin as he little, pink buddy burrowed himself downward. He looked back up then, shooting his eyes across to Kim's.
But before he could even think about leaning in and giving her a tender kiss goodnight, the red, wooden front door suddenly flew open.
Kim was surprised for a moment, and then, a suspicious frown fell into her face.
"Dad?"
"Not so fast, you two. No-one is saying good night until I've had the chance to interrogate both of you."
Ron's expression immediately drained of all colour, but Kim was still calmly sceptical, "Interrogate?"
"Did I say interrogate? What I meant to say was... conversate."
"So not a word, but whatever you say," Kim dared to retort.
As James ushered the two teens through the doorway and into the living room, Ann Possible was just emerging from the upper level of the house as she raised an eyebrow at her husband.
"Honey? You wouldn't be bombarding poor Kimmie and Ron with a million questions right after their party, now, would you?"
"Who, me? Of course not," the doctor answered with faux innocence. The charade did not last long.
"Now, back to this party," James recommenced, eyeing Kim and Ron where they stood side by side, "What exactly went on while you two were there?"
Kim shrugged her shoulders with a welcoming smirk, "What do you want to know?"
"Did Bonnie's animosity towards you boil over?"
"No."
"Any smoking?"
"No."
"Drugs?"
"Of course not."
"Inappropriate intimacy?"
"Dad..."
"Drinking?"
Kim fell to a temporary halt.
"...One."
"One?"
"We shared one," Ron suddenly cut in, "One beer. Between us."
At the sound of his voice bravely echoing all of her own honesty, Kim felt her stomach flip when she looked across to Ron. But reality soon set back in.
"And you drove?" Ann suddenly cut in from the bottom of the stairs.
"Autopilot in the Sloth," Kim quickly confirmed, "Which I know is still totally wrong, and we shouldn't have done it, even if we only had half a drink each."
Another pause lingered between them as Kim braced herself for however her parents might have chosen to react. But when she was lucky enough for them to offer her the chance to explain, the teenager drew in a short breath.
"We just know you weren't overly thrilled about us going to the party in the first place, so we at least wanted to be honest about everything that happened. And hopefully prove that you can trust us to not totally fly off the handle with these things."
With that being said, Kim added one final thought, with Ron instantly mimicking her, "And we're sorry."
"Super sorry."
James' head was spinning as he tried to process all the detail his daughter had just offloaded onto him. While he acknowledged that the events of that evening could have been much worse, a lot of what he had heard was still a very bitter pill for him to swallow.
Yes, Kim was growing up. And, yes, it sounded like she had been more responsible than not at Bonnie's party. And, yes, she had even had the guts to be honest with her father about what had gone on. But Kim was James' little girl. And with each new independent step she took in her life, James just felt like he was losing that little more control.
The doctor stopped himself then with a subtle shake of his head.
Like anyone other than Kim was truly in control of her own destiny.
"Right, ah, well," James murmured, still a little uncertain as he cleared his throat, "While I appreciate your honesty, you are right, you still shouldn't have had any alcohol or gotten behind the wheel. So..."
James almost seemed to be rambling, which caught the suspicious eye of Ann while she waited to see what her husband would say next. Ron was still resisting the urge to nervously twiddle his thumbs together, but Kim simply raised a second eyebrow.
"So... consider yourself grounded tomorrow. No leaving the house for the whole Saturday. Unless it's for your shift at Club Banana. Or a mission. Understood?"
As surprising as his orders may have been, Kim tried to hide her amused smile. She respected the hell out of her dad, but it had been a long time since he had needed to ground her. He was clearly out of practice.
"Sounds fair," the redhead conceded simply. There was a slim sense of relief in her expression that James proudly refused to ignore, but then Kim glanced up at Ron with an encouraging smirk, directing her next question back to her father, "Mind if I just step outside to say goodnight?"
James frowned, his bottom lip dropping open.
Man, she could really push it.
"If you make it quick."
"Thanks, Dad!"
"'Night, Doctors P.!"
And then as quickly as their discussion had began, the front door was closed again, and the whole ordeal was suddenly over. And James was sort of stunned. He knew he had literally just grounded Kim, but her level-headed reaction almost made it seem like he hadn't punished her at all. Had he?
Before he could get too lost in all his own second guessing, James jumped slightly when Ann snuck up behind him and took him by the arm. She leaned in to peck her husband on the cheek, reaching down to give his hand a reassuring squeeze at the same time.
"Nicely handled, sweetheart."
After a short moment, James responded with a small smile.
The line between trusting his daughter and being way too harsh was certainly a fine one he was slowly learning to tiptoe along, but it still wasn't exactly easy. It sure was nice to have the added assurance of Ann and all of her support in him - especially when he was trying everything he could to resist simply locking Kim up in her room until she was thirty. That might have worked ten years ago, but Kim wasn't so little anymore. And for the next however many weeks and months before she turned eighteen and left for college, there were only so many rules he rightfully enforce on his daughter and her boyfriend. And James accepted that.
The sound of the Kimmunicator calling her out on a mission and trumping his punishment first thing Saturday morning was a hopeless reminder of just how lenient their evolving reality truly was.
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