Snippets of Forever:

So Not... Sticking to the Plan.

-x-

Ron wiped his brow and blew out a totally spent breath as he dragged the final box out from beside the couch. He fell back, taking a seat on the floor and leaning onto the heels of his hands.

When he gazed around at the four strongly constructed walls of the old treehouse, Ron grinned from ear to ear.

The space cramped in between the wooden slats didn't feel as big as it did when he was a kid, but the memories created there were huge enough to fill his heart to the absolute brink. His private, little getaway had certainly evolved over the years. The boxes filled with balls and racquets and other equipment from all the sports he had tried (and failed) in elementary school were complimented by the Steel Toe wrestling posters on the walls he had hung when he was older, in seventh and eighth grade.

In fact, there was only one feature of the treehouse that had been a steadfast constant.

As he glanced over at the picture of he and Kim pinned to the wall above the entryway, Ron's heart began to beat a little faster in his chest. She was so adorable. Kim had always been the prettiest little girl, and she had always been right by Ron's side despite the overly freckled cheeks and awkwardly big ears he had flaunted as a kid.

It was one of Ron's favourite photos of the two of them, but it wasn't the only one that had been stored in the treehouse all these years. Ron quickly went back to work, searching his way through the last of the old boxes for any other remnants of his and Kim's childhood. It was the first step in his plan for that night to sweep her off her feet, as Felix had so eloquently put it at school that morning.

A little stroll down memory lane, a romantic night in with a pizza and a movie while his parents were away, and the perfect opportunity for him to tell her how much he loved her. Yes, Ron had a definite plan. And it was one he was going to stick to.

In the very next second, the chiming of a text message rang out loud from Ron's cell phone. The sound startled Rufus where he had burrowed himself into a snack-sized bag of corn chips. The pink mole rat squeaked in surprise, pushing the phone over towards his human as Ron flipped it open. At the sight of the name that glowed back at him from the small screen, Ron could only smile. That was until he read the contents of the message and was suddenly resisting the urge to kick himself.

KP, 6:32 P.M.
Not answering your front door, why?

Cringing at this latest case of his absent-mindedness, Ron muttered under his breath to himself as he typed a quick reply to his girlfriend.

Msg TO: KP, 6:32 P.M.
Sorry! In the treehouse, come on up

It was only a minute later when Ron heard the first creak from the wooden ladder that was nailed to the tall tree in his backyard. And when Kim's beautiful head of red hair appeared through the floor, she raised a sarcastic eyebrow at her BFBF.

"Are you sure I'm actually allowed up here?"

Ron instantly rolled his eyes, returning Kim's teasing tone, "That was so junior year. Let it go, KP."

Shooting a sweet smile between he and Rufus, Kim lifted herself into the treehouse, walking over towards the blue coloured couch, "What are you doing, anyway?"

"Oh, you know, just a bit of a clean out," he replied, rolling straight into his next sentence before she could take a seat, "And just checking that snowstorm last night didn't do any major damage. The blanket is pretty damp but the couch is okay."

Her little smirk beamed with something more appreciative when Ron reached over to move the green, striped blanket that covered the couch, but still, Kim chose to sit on the ground beside him instead, leaning up on her knees.

"Any other casualties to report?"

Ron held up his old slingshot which was snapped on one side, "I mean, my slingshot has seen better days. Unrelated incident."

"I'm sure Arnie Custer will be thrilled," she said with a laugh.

The joyful sound was music to Ron's ears. Every giggle that ever left her had him totally hypnotised. But as she scooted closer to him to look through the cardboard box for herself, it wasn't just Ron's sense of hearing that had suddenly taken him back under Kim's spell. The very last red and orange rays of that evening's sunset pouring in through the window of the treehouse were radiating off her porcelain skin, and her hair smelled of her strawberry flavoured shampoo that drove him crazy.

Ron swallowed a lump in his throat.

Stick to the plan.

"So, uh, how are you feeling? Ya' know, now that all your memories are back? Your brain must be running low on fuel."

"I'm actually doing okay. I think filling all the gaps one piece at a time ended up helping more than I thought it would," Kim said with a shrug. She stopped to hesitate then, looking back up at Ron, "Not that the order of those pieces couldn't have been adjusted to make an even better puzzle."

Ron's cheeks burned with a deep shade of crimson.

Stick. To. The. Plan.

"What have you even been looking for?"

"Oh, um, nothing in particular, just, uh - "

"Oh, my God, look," Kim suddenly cut back in. She might have interrupted all of Ron's nervous ramblings, but Kim more or less skidded into silence for herself at what she found in the bottom of the old box of memories.

It was exactly what Ron had spent that evening searching for. It was two or three more photos of the childhood best friends, similar to the one that hung on the wall behind them. The photos had all been taken around the same time - either directly before or directly after Ron's summer away from Kim at Camp Wannaweep.

The young, blonde boy was hugging his best friend a little closer in the 'after' photos. God, he had missed her.

Stick to the plan!

"Did you know these were up here?"

Ron blinked, snapping himself out of his trance and finding his voice quickly enough to respond to Kim, "Well, yeah. I guess its kinda' what I was looking for."

"Really?"

"Mm-hm. Like, I started looking the other day, actually. I thought it might help with your memory," he explained, stopping to smile back at her, "Lucky I don't really need them anymore."

"But still nice to have," Kim sighed, fawning over the two young faces in the pictures.

Never once while growing up did Kim ever predict that the goofy, blonde, camp-hating, monkey-fearing, freckle-faced boy would mature to be the man of her dreams, but somehow, that's exactly what had happened. And yet, it wasn't even Ron's transformation over these last few years that had surprised Kim the most. It was her own.

Gone were the days where she would be consumed with constant concerns of her popularity, and the food chain, and whatever ammunition Bonnie might have had against her, and how the rest of her fellow classmates saw her. All that mattered to Kim now was what made her happy. And that was Ron.

The only thing that could have possibly made the ascension to all her revelations even sweeter would be if she had understood and accepted them even sooner.

Returning her focus to the photo in her hand, Kim felt her brow crinkle curiously, "I wonder if either of them even knew how amazing their life was going to be."

Kim concluded her comment with a chuckle, shaking her head to herself. But Ron immediately understood where she was coming from, "He definitely didn't."

Did the Ron of all those years ago ever imagine that he would get to travel the world while simultaneously saving it with his best friend? Did he think that they would have the most incredible adventures together? Did he think he would ever be lucky enough to have her fall for him the way she had?

Absolutely no chance.

Shit. Screw the plan.

"I love you."

The three tiny words were so quiet that Ron wasn't even sure he had heard them leave his own lips.

But when Kim instantly turned to look at him, her cheeks red and her eyes wide, Ron realised the exact gravity of what he had just spoken.

"What?"

Kim's response was a timid one, and it sent Ron's regular panicked ramblings into overdrive.

"Uh... uh, well, I didn't exactly say it back yesterday, even though I totally should have, and, li-like, I know you said you only think you feel that way, so I don't wanna' turn a thought into absolute fact, but, I just, uh - "

"Ron?"

Her interjection was accompanied by a soft, little laugh that immediately calmed all of Ron's nerves. He glanced back at her, his expression still slightly pale. Kim was staring into him just as deeply, a hopeful smile gracing the angelic features of her face.

His words came even easier at the sight.

"I love you, Kim."

The grin in her expression beamed brighter as Kim took a beat of silence to creep closer to Ron. He watched her do so, shuffling in just as eagerly when he realised she was leaning in towards him. Rufus cooed with an adoring 'aw' when his humans swapped the most meaningful of chaste kisses before Kim pulled back to peck at her boyfriend once more.

"I love you, too."

The heaviness in Ron's chest instantly deflated as an array of goosebumps exploded across his skin.

"Phew," he breathed out, still smiling like crazy, "You have no idea how good that finally feels to say out loud."

The oddly sweet nature of his compliment made Kim chuckle at him again, "Why? How long have you been wanting to say it?"

"Oh, heh heh, ya' know, just an embarrassingly long time."

"Well, ditto on that one. It feels like forever," Kim agreed. She stopped herself then, her green eyes narrowing when she noticed an immediate look of scepticism etch its way onto Ron's face, "What?"

"What do you mean 'what'?"

"I mean, what's with the look?" Kim shot back.

"What look? I don't have a look," Ron quickly argued, "There's just totally no way you had any feelings like that for me before I fell in love with you first. Like, at all. That's all."

Kim's scoffed in surprise, "Oh, really?"

"Mhm. No chance."

"Wanna' make a bet?"

"Pff, no."

As he lifted himself from the floor to take a seat on the couch, Kim whipped her neck around to stare right through him with a confused laugh, "Ron?"

"What? It wouldn't be fair for me to make a bet with you that I know I'm going to win."

"Oh, c'mon," Kim pleaded, drawing out the last word. She followed her boyfriend's lead, placing herself on the arm of the couch and turning to face him, "You won't even give me a little hint?"

"Nope."

"Was it in Austria? Or back at Junior Prom? Before Junior Prom?"

"Kim - "

"I'll tell you mine first? My moment when I knew I loved you?" she emphasised with the deepest affection, "And then you tell me yours?"

Despite all the tricks and tactics she was clearly trying to pull, Ron remained adamant, "There is no way I'm committing to that."

"Will you at least tell me if yours came before or after mine?"

With a teasing roll of his eyes, Ron finally nodded his head, "Okay, fine."

"Okay," Kim echoed him, shuffling a little further up the arm of the couch. She drew in a breath, wandering her fingers up his arm with a flirtatious smirk. Kim immediately knew her answer.

"It was that very first night you ever snuck into my room. A couple of weeks after summer ended. We had that stupid disagreement when my dad said we couldn't hang out after curfew anymore. But you couldn't stand the thought of us going to sleep upset with each other, so you snuck in through my bedroom window and then we made up and made out," she added cheekily, "That's when I knew."

Oh, yes, the memories of that night instantly flashed back across Ron's mind. He remembered how worried he had been that he had hurt Kim's feelings, and the immediate relief that had filled him when she had crashed her lips into his.

He remembered the taste of her kiss, and the smell of her hair, and the sight of her toned tummy when he had pulled her pyjama shirt over her head.

But still - Ron spat out one, loud laugh.

"Oh, yeah - I've got you beat by a mile."

The whimsy in Kim's expression fell from her face and collapsed into a sour frown, "Are you seriously going to make me beg?"

"Well..."

"Ronnnnn - "

"Okay, okay."

Ron might have finally conceded, but still, his next words didn't exactly flow so eagerly. As much as he knew he and his girlfriend were just messing around with one another, a part of him really was just the teeniest bit embarrassed to reveal exactly how long he had been harbouring these feelings for her.

He was almost certain his BFGF would swoon over his answer and find it adoring and flattering. But on the off chance she logically considered it amongst the context of their friendship at the time, Ron just hoped it didn't all come across as sort of... pathetic.

The teenager swallowed back a nervous breath. And then, Ron simply shrugged his shoulders.

"Our first kiss."

Kim's expression was immediately blank as the cogs in her brain turned over on the three simple words from her boyfriend.

She tilted her head to one side as she spoke, "Okay... so, it was junior prom? Meaning you only beat me by three months, big deal - "

"No, Kim," Ron cut her off, "...First kiss."

The silence stretched on for one or two nerve wracking moments longer than Ron certainly would have like. But when the realisation finally struck her, Kim's heart skipped a beat.

Her emerald green eyes glistened and the corner of her lips curled up into a sweet smirk, "Moodulator?"

Ron nodded his head, his cheeks full with the faintest blush, "Mhm, yeah. Guess you can just call me a hopeless romantic... emphasis on 'hopeless'..."

Kim swivelled around in her place, facing Ron more fully as she firmly shook her head, "Don't say that. I was the hopeless one for not realising sooner that those feelings might have actually been real."

She took his hand in hers, and the spark of electricity between them was instantly reminiscent of the hypnotising kiss in front of Kim's locker all those months ago that had sent Ron falling for her so sharply and so deeply.

Kim could sense the relief he was feeling, and it made her smile at Ron more softly, "I'm just sorry I made you wait around for so long."

"'Sha, as if, KP," Ron said, instantly brushing off her apology, "You were so worth the wait."

Kim fell back to a timid quiet, suddenly not quite sure of what to say. Somehow, Ron always knew just how to surprise her. And, sure, his surprise from a day earlier when he failed to return her proclamation of love might not have been his best, but he always found a way to make these things up to her, even when he didn't realise it.

The blonde goofball was particularly oblivious in this moment, too. He couldn't hear how loudly Kim's heart was suddenly thumping in her chest, he couldn't see the goosebumps that had crawled up her arms under her sweater, and he couldn't feel how badly she wanted to lean into him and lock their lips together. Until she finally did.

Ron's brow wrinkled for a split second when Kim pressed her kiss to his, slow and sultry as she revelled in the taste before pulling back only an inch or two. The young couple were still incredibly close, their breath hot on each other's faces as Kim hesitated.

The teen hero thought back on what her boyfriend had said only one short minute ago - how she had been worth the wait. She felt exactly the same way. Every first date and hug and touch and caress and kiss she had ever shared with him had been so worth the wait.

And as Kim heard a quiet 'uh oh' from Rufus before he scampered out of the treehouse, she knew they were both so done waiting.

When she closed the gap between them for a third time, Ron met her with a heightened level of enthusiasm, cupping her left cheek with his large hand as he ran it back through her soft, red locks. Kim melted into the exchange, dropping her bottom lip open with a sigh which Ron immediately accepted the invitation for. His tongue lightly traced the edge of her lip, smiling at the glossy taste of mangoes and cream. It made Kim shiver, and as she returned the love struck grin, she stopped to think for just one more second.

With a quick swivel of her waist, Kim slipped off the arm of the couch and landed in Ron's lap, straddling his body with her own and facing him front-on. The two immediately wrapped each other in an affectionate embrace, with Kim's arms around Ron's neck and Ron's hands taking a firm grip of Kim's backside as he scooted her closer towards him.

Their lips were still sealed together, lapping at each other over and over again as they explored the familiar contours of each other's kiss. Kim straightened up in her position, almost hovering over Ron's lap for one moment before she placed herself back down with much more purpose. Ron gasped under his breath, meeting Kim with a similar motion as he thrusted upwards to meet his hips with hers again.

His hands travelled around to her front, following her lead as the two worked together to pull her sweater over her head, leaving behind her tiny, blue tank top underneath. Ron was instantly drawn to her newly exposed skin, allowing his kiss to wander away from her lips and down the slender trail of her neck. Kim closed her eyes, resisting a shiver as Ron peppered her ivory coloured skin with the gentlest kisses and licks and nibbles.

As her lower half continued to move against his, Kim licked her bottom lip, bringing her voice to a low murmur, "Are you sure the weight limit on the treehouse is going to hold?"

Ron was surprised to hear her speak as he cleared his throat and stuttered in response, "U-Uh, yeah? Why?"

Kim's mouth turned up in a seductive smirk. She reached for the wristband of her Kimmunicator, unclipping the latch and unceremoniously shoving it down in between the couch cushions.

"The world would have to be on the literal brink of complete and utter global destruction for me to even think about answering a beep right now."

Without speaking again, she pressed her mouth back to Ron's in a long, deep kiss while grabbing at her own shirt at the same time. Once she released him and pulled back, Ron's eyes bulged from their sockets at the sight of Kim before him with nothing clinging to her chest but a baby blue coloured lace bra. He immediately took his hands back to her body, one gripping at her waist and the other sitting in the small of her back when their make out session continued at full force.

The heat in their kiss was intense and their tongues tied together with an adoring sense of desperation as Ron's hand began to climb Kim's rib cage like a ladder. Her mind wandered back to the night she had mentioned less than five minutes ago - the night when Ron had snuck into her room after their fight and first dared to explore the skin beneath her clothing with the most timid sense of trepidation. They had come so far since then, and Ron was certainly not the nervous bundle of hormonal nerves he had once been.

Before he could reach his intended destination, Kim beat Ron to the punch and latched onto the hem of his red hockey jersey, pulling it over his head and dumping it to the floor of the treehouse. But her movements hadn't slowed Ron down, and in the next second, he reached behind Kim and unhooked the clip of her bra.

Kim raised an impressed eyebrow, taking her hands to Ron's bare shoulders, "Wow, one hand?"

Ron shrugged, an unexpected sort of blush in his cheeks as the lacy garment fell from Kim's chest to join the pile of clothes on the ground, "Eh, practice makes perfect, I guess."

She giggled at his response, pressing herself closer to him. Ron's hands stayed at her waist for a moment as he pecked at her lips more gently, bringing his voice to a whisper, "And, uh, this is all good, right?"

Kim's stomach swarmed with a whirlwind of butterflies. He was so freakin' adorable.

"Duh."

Finding his hand with her own, Kim led Ron around to the front of her torso, but the blonde boy was quick to accept his girlfriend's consent and follow all her commands as he took one breast in one hand and dipped his head down with a seductive kiss to the other.

Kim gasped in pleasant surprise, throwing her head back just slightly and giving Ron all the room he needed as he set to work with much more intent. He caressed his girlfriend's pillowy flesh as he rolled his thumb over her left nipple and ran his tongue around her right one. Kim squeaked with a high-pitched sigh, causing Ron's lips to curl into a sly smile against her skin. If there was one thing he loved more than the taste of Kim, it was the sounds he could draw out of her in these moments when she was all his.

The thought drove Ron crazy in the best possible way, and as he felt the lump in his pants stiffen more and more with each kiss he left against Kim's body, he kept her hips pinned to his and moved up to meet her through their clothes in a more enticing rhythm. Kim coaxed his mouth away from her chest and brought it back to hers, murmuring his name between the clashing of their teeth and taking her hands down to unbuckle his belt.

Ron huffed out a sigh of slight disbelief, leaning back against the couch and slowly shaking his head.

"Is this actually happening right now?"

The raspy whisper in his voice made Kim chew down on the corner of her mouth as she shrugged her shoulders, "Do you want this to be actually happening right now?"

Their eyes were suddenly locked together, darting around to examine every inch of the other's darkened iris. The appearance in Ron's face shifted from being intense and sensual to something a little more soft and serious when he beamed at her.

"I do if you do."

Kim's heart melted. She couldn't be more in love with him if she tried.

Without saying anything in return, Kim simply wrapped her arms back around Ron's neck and pulled him along with her as she shifted her weight to the side and fell across the couch. She lay all the way back, allowing him to settle himself on top of her with one knee firmly between her legs.

The couch was still a little damp from the previous night's snow, but the sensation was immediately forgotten and replaced with an entirely different one when Ron picked right back up where he left off. He lunged towards Kim's opposite breast, taking it in his mouth and gently biting down. Kim moaned, running one hand through Ron's hair and reaching the other down to the fly of his pants. He was quick to join her in her efforts, and before they both knew it, Ron had kicked off his shoes and taken his pants down to join their other clothes on the floor.

The thin material of his red and white spotted boxers left little to the imagination, and Kim blew out a longing breath when he rubbed his growing erection against the front of her jeans. He left a trail of kisses all the way down her body, stopping at the delicate dip of her naval as he took the button of her own pants between his fingers. He paused in his tracks for a split second, looking back to her before taking the layer of denim clothing down the length of her silky, smooth legs.

Her panties were another shade of blue that matched her bra, and there was a thin layer of satin that covered the cotton fabric in the front. They hugged her figure perfectly, the soft colour blending into the lighter tones of her skin. Ron's fingers danced around the lace hem at her hips before he slipped a hand into the back of the garment and squeezed playfully at her butt. Every single muscle under every inch of her body was so toned and tight, and her tummy was no different as Ron's trail of kisses shifted into reverse and ran over her abs, past her ribs and back to her chest.

Kim felt a cool rush of fresh goosebumps wash over her when Ron's touch wandered around to her front and dipped back into her panties. He used one finger to glide up her wet slit, convincing him all too quickly to remove her underwear altogether. Kim wriggled her legs, doing everything she could to help him and drawing him back towards her as soon as she was completely naked. Her stomach sort of flipped when the thought struck her - she and Ron had obviously rounded plenty of bases during their six months of dating, but this was the first time she had lost every single piece of clothing in front of him all at once. But any shy nerves that might have consumed her instantly vanished when he slid a long digit into her sex and moved it around in the most pleasurable motion.

Kim sighed, bringing Ron's kiss back to hers. He echoed all her noises, revelling in the irresistibly warm and wet feeling of his girlfriend when he allowed a second finger to enter her. He curled his thumb around to her outer region, stimulating what he hoped was her more sensitive spot, and smiling when her sharp gasp confirmed it. Kim was beginning to get so lost in the feeling that she almost didn't hear Ron's low murmur in her ear.

"Should, um," he started, "Should I take off my underwear?"

Kim returned the same aroused grin she had felt Ron press into her neck just a moment ago, "Or, you could let me?"

Ron sensed Kim move the elastic waistband of his boxers seconds before she slid her hand in and wrapped it around his stiff cock. His jaw dropped with a noiseless breath when she slowly began to pump his length. But Kim suddenly felt him throb and shudder in a way she hadn't experienced before.

"Wait, wait," Ron said with a slightly embarrassed chuckle. He shot his hand down to join hers, bringing them both to a halt, "I don't think we should do that if we wanna' do... that..."

Kim's heart skipped an abrupt beat. There it was - a first direct acknowledgment of what they both knew they were steamrolling towards. But despite any natural trepidation that either of them were still feeling, Kim also knew that it was exactly what they both wanted. There was just one other small problem.

"Um, yeah, about that," she spoke gently, keeping her eyes locked with Ron's, "Having amnesia and remembering to take birth control doesn't exactly go hand in hand..."

"Oh," Ron responded, brushing off her concern, "No, I mean... I was gonna', like... wear a condom, anyway."

The word sounded a little awkward leaving his mouth. Ron tried to shake off the tinge of red he could feel filling his cheeks as Kim glanced up at him curiously. He hadn't exactly been prepared for a coherent level of discussion once this moment finally came, but as he considered everything for just a second longer, Ron soon cleared his throat, sucking in a deep breath. He knew he needed to push past any awk-weirdness and be the mature guy Kim deserved.

"'Cause that's supposed to make it easier for it to, um... go in, right? And maybe, also, like, not hurt? As much?"

Kim's mouth parted as her chest raced at the caring tone laced between each of Ron's words. Who knew the bare minimum could ever be so sexy?

"Um... yeah. If that's okay."

Ron almost frowned at her, an obvious expression silently materialising on his face as he kissed her again and gently rolled his body off of hers, not needing to say anything more.

Kim looked on just as adoringly, watching him cross the small space of the treehouse and reach for his backpack that was on the ground. The redhead was relieved - she knew Ron had bought condoms a couple of weeks ago (from a drug store two towns over from Middleton, mind you - he absolutely could not risk being spotted and having word of his purchasing habits making their way back to Mr. Dr. Possible), but she wasn't aware he had been keeping them in his backpack. Thank God they didn't have to press pause on the utterly magical moment to relocate to his bedroom.

Her mind was certainly wandering with a level of logical thinking she hasn't considered until now, and before she could reach for Ron's hand to drag him back over to her, Kim suddenly noticed something about the rectangular, plastic box.

"Is that..." she started, trailing off as she pointed to the box of condoms, "Is the box already open?"

Ron froze, his face turning red as he sheepishly nodded his head, "Ye-yes, yeah, it is. But only because I wanted to, uh... practice. To make sure I know how to put it on. Properly."

"Oh, right. Duh. Sorry."

"No, no, it's cool. Um," he stuttered, coming to another pause. Ron took one condom from the packet, subtly peeking out the window of the treehouse as he did. The winter sky had darkened by now, shielding the wooden structure in the evening shadow, far away from both the Possibles' house and Ron's opposite neighbours. The two of them were truly alone, and finally with no interruptions or distractions.

Ron cleared his throat, returning to the couch and gesturing back to the hem of his boxers as he reiterated a previous thought, "Um, do you want me to... ya' know, underwear?"

Kim rolled her eyes, giggling at him again and projecting her hand forward, "Come here, doofus."

The spark between them was still electric when Ron took Kim's hand in his and crept towards her. He stepped out of his boxers without much of a show, climbing back on top of her and peering down, examining her body from head to toe. She was so gorgeous. Everything about her from the crown of her red head of hair all the way down to the soles of her feet and everything in between was absolutely perfect to Ron.

Kim was keeping a close, loving eye on him, as well. But she was more focused on one certain appendage that had finally sprung free from his underwear. She was simply far too tempted when she distracted him with another kiss and reached down for his hardened rod to massage it with her hand. She pumped slowly and sensually from his base to his tip two or three times, and Ron seemed to be relaxing into her grasp for a moment. But soon enough, he shivered all over again, playfully swatting her away.

"KP," he hissed with a teasing chuckle, "Seriously, you're gonna' totally kill me."

Kim laughed right back, completely hypnotised by the masculine burst of strength he had shown in stopping her movements. It was irresistible. He was irresistible. And they were both finally done resisting what they couldn't wait for any longer.

The sound of the plastic tearing open broke any silence that had filled the treehouse, and Kim watched as Ron carefully rolled the rubber down his length. He repositioned himself above her, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. The two stared at each other, smiles full of both love and nervous anticipation. They brought their lips back together, this time with a slow level of innocence and subdued passion. Ron stopped for a moment, dropping his forehead to Kim's collarbone as he chuckled in disbelief.

"This is so - "

" - Crazy?"

He glanced back to his girlfriend as she finished his sentence for him.

"You feel it, too?"

Kim shrugged her shoulders, "You. Me. In the place we used to play as kids. And now we're doing... this."

There was a teasing smirk in her voice as she continued to echo all of Ron's thoughts. But as he slowly licked his bottom lip and cleared his throat, Ron basked in one more second of considered quiet.

"But, like, you're sure this is what you want?"

Kim's heart fluttered.

"Totally, completely, one hundred per cent sure."

She punctuated the end of her sentence with another long kiss as she shifted her hips in line with his. They both murmured at the contact of Ron's erection brushing against the inside of Kim's thigh. He reached a hand down, sliding two fingers around her entry to find she was still wet. And then he replaced his hand with cock, pressing the very end of his tip inside of her.

Kim released a shallow gasp almost immediately, with Ron close to mimicking the same sound. He could feel how tense she suddenly was beneath him, and the half an inch of movement they had achieved just seconds ago was now at a standstill.

Ron swallowed, his heart racing as fast as the nervous cogs in his brain were. He swallowed, hesitating as quickly as he could before crawling his hand between where their bodies were sandwiched together. He stroked Kim softly at her centre, dancing around her sweet spot and rubbing his tip up and down her glistening, pink folds as he whispered in her ear.

"Maybe, just, like, try to relax a little bit," he eased her gently.

The combination of his hand on her damp skin and his breath by her neck made Kim shiver. Each of the muscles in her abdomen seemed to loosen, and before they both knew it, Ron slipped completely inside of her. They both breathed out hard, slightly surprised, but not at all discomforted by the contact.

Ron took in another couple of quick breaths, daring to move slightly on top of Kim and pulling back out of her a little, "Just, um, let me know if anything does hurt."

Kim was lost in her own trance, concentrating on the feeling for herself and not responding to Ron straight away as he checked with her again.

"Okay?"

"Mhm, yep."

The motion was smooth, and slick, and holy crap, it was so wet that Ron thought he might already explode as he moved out and slowly plummeted back into Kim again. His cheeks were flushed red when he smiled down at her, his expression a mix of disbelief and the deepest sense of love. Kim beamed right back at him, her hand wandering down to sit in the dip of his lower back as she refocused on him, encouraging all of his movements.

Ron was careful as he tensed all the muscles in his thighs and thrust forward with a little more authority, grunting as he did. Kim sunk back into the cushion of the couch, tilting her hips up ever so slightly. The sensation was overwhelming, but before she could get too lost in the full feeling of him inside of her, Kim's face scrunched up at a sudden, sharp pinch that ricocheted across her core. She let out a low hiss of near inaudible pain, but Ron immediately sensed her freeze beneath him when he pierced through her virginity.

"You okay?"

"Ye-yeah."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No," Kim answered immediately before pausing to shake her head, "I mean, maybe just for one second."

"Okay," Ron whispered. When he ran a hand back through Kim's red hair and dropped a kiss to the middle of her forehead, she instantly felt every slim, minute, trivial ache within her melt away to nothing. His weight suddenly felt as light as a feather on top her and a sense of pure longing consumed her as she took one last breath before shifting against him again.

"Okay," she said, mimicking his same whispers, "Okay, I'm okay."

"Okay," Ron replied, chuckling at the sweetly awkward repetitiveness of their words. He stopped for one second longer, moving his kiss from her forehead, down the bridge of her nose, and then back to her lips, "You're so beautiful."

Kim giggled right back at him, but her laughter morphed into another sigh when Ron went straight back to moving in and out of her. The motion ploughed her down into the couch as Kim surrendered to each new feeling that filled her and sent tingles shooting across her whole body. Ron focused on finding what he hoped was a good rhythm. He started out slow at first, and already he suspected it was more than enough to tip him over the edge. But he made sure to concentrate on Kim, listening to each of the mewling little gasps of pleasure that left her lips.

The reality of the moment wasn't totally lost on him, though. The feeling was indescribable, both physically and emotionally. The thought of his best friend being the one with all four of her limbs lovingly wrapped around him made his head spin. It was like he had just told her - she was beautiful. Kim was beautiful and intoxicating and so goddamned babelicious, and the thought drove him crazy as he began to pump into her that little bit quicker.

Kim closed her eyes, honing in on her strength and flexibility to match her boyfriend's pace. Ron moaned a shallow moan, almost stumbling in his movements, but picking them right back up when he felt Kim try to tilt her hips up towards his again. He leaned into each of her subtle changes, taking advantage of the deeper entrance and grinding into her firmer, harder and faster still. The friction was insane, and it made Kim let out a near-silent squeak.

"Ron..."

He murmured her own name right back to her, slipping further into the passionate haze between them when he dipped his head back down to her chest and latched his kiss around her breast, his tongue ravishing the tender nub that stood at attention. His pace was beginning to fall just a little out of sync at the multiple sensations that swirled all around them, but it was still hitting Kim in just the right place as a rush of heat exploded across her whole body.

Whatever was happening between them right now felt incredible. The moist goosebumps that speckled her outer layer of skin, the raw throbbing she felt on the inside - it was all building within her, steadily rising like the incline of a rollercoaster. Kim bit down on her bottom lip, holding in a high-pitched whimper as Ron pushed his full length into her two or three more times before he let out a deep groan from the very back of his throat.

Kim felt Ron shudder on top of her and pulse inside of her as the same reaction rattled in her own core. She silently rocked herself against him one more time, causing Ron to take his hands to her waist and slow her to a sudden stop as he emptied himself inside of the condom with a long, satisfied grunt and a last, hard thrust.

"KP..." he exclaimed breathlessly, "Holy crap..."

Kim only snickered in response - a light, flirty chuckle under her breath as she wrapped both her arms around Ron's back and kissed the point of his shoulder when he eventually came to a halt, remaining inside of her. They were both flushed and panting and sweating, even amongst the frosted, snowy air beyond the wooden walls of the treehouse. Kim squirmed beneath her boyfriend where he had collapsed on top of her and had his head burrowed in the crook of her neck, indulging in the fruity scent of her hair.

She wriggled a little more, thinking back over the pure intensity that had just filled her. She'd obviously never reached a real orgasm before, and she honestly wasn't sure if she'd quite got there on her first time - but man, oh, man, it didn't make the whole experience any less amazing.

Kim blinked then, finally catching her breath as Ron pulled back and glanced down at her. His happiness was immeasurable, and the clearest sense of love for his girlfriend was sparkling behind the chocolate colour of his brown orbs.

"Am I gonna' totally ruin this whole moment if I say the 'B' word?"

Kim laughed for real this time, giggling out loud and pecking at Ron's lips as she mumbled against them. She instantly knew what he was referring to, "You can say it. But only this one time."

Ron took the opportunity in less than half a second, returning Kim's kiss.

"Boo-yah."

Kim's heart skipped a beat. He was such a weirdo. But he was her weirdo. And after tonight, Kim knew without a doubt just how much that was true.

As she slowly craned her neck around to the right, Kim glanced down at the old, childhood photos of her and Ron that had been left scattered on the floor. She smiled. It was a full body smile that made her glow from head to toe. Never in an infinite number of years did the little girl in braces and pigtails imagine that she would fall head over heels in love with her dorky, freckled best friend.

But now that she had, Kim wouldn't change it for absolutely anything in the world.

"Hey?" Ron asked her gently, snapping her out of her daydream, "Was that okay? Everything good?"

Kim turned back to face him, leaning into his touch as he ran a hand along her jaw to cup her cheek.

"Good? Try amazing, incredible, absolutely perfect, the greatest thing ever, totally - "

"Okay, okay," Ron cut her off with a bashful chuckle, "Geez. You sure know how to boost a guy's confidence."

He spoke the last word against the corner of her mouth as he kissed her there, leaving a second peck on her cheek and a third at the shell of her ear. The butterflies that had been floating around in Kim's tummy soared into a backflip, and when Ron pulled back to gaze down at her, the two found their mirrored image in each other's eyes.

Kim simply adored him. Everything about this evening truly had been worth the wait. So much so that she couldn't help but remind him.

"I love you."

The grin on Ron's face grew even wider. There was no way in hell he was going to screw up his response this time.

"Love you, too, Kimila."


Well, well... trust me to drop off the face of the planet for six months right as things start getting hot and spicy.. :)

Hello everyone, and first of all thank you all so, SO much for the constant love and support on this fic, even in my absence. I really, truly appreciate all the loving, caring, positive words!

I have been keeping myself busy with general work and life, but other writing as well! Seriously, if anyone is interested in a 10k first chapter of a Spencer-centric iCarly fanfic, please feel free to click over to my page :)

In the meantime, my oh myyyy aren't Kim and Ron keeping themselves busy! I really, truly wanted to capture the perfect 'I love you' moment that Disney totally failed us on. Not to mention as soon as I started writing this fic more than two years ago(!) and I re-watched the movie 'So the Drama' I knewwww I couldn't not have them share some sexy, intimate moments in that treehouse ;)

I'm going to try so, super hard to not be so absent for so long ever again! For now, I'd love to hear any thoughts and read any reviews on this new chapter. I would really appreciate it!

Till next time,

Reneyyyyyy x