Snippets of Forever:
So Not... Skipping Stolen Bases.
-x-
As Kim was quickly coming to discover - having sex for the second time was way harder than having sex for the first time.
It had been nine days. Well, it had been almost nine days. It had been eight days, twenty-one hours and twenty-nine minutes, to be exact. And with each additional second that ticked by since that magical evening together in Ron's treehouse the weekend before, Kim was only growing more and more impatient.
It was a bit of a strange feeling. Before they had actually slept together for the first time, Kim had obviously been anticipating everything that came along with that. Where would it happen, when would it happen, would it be awkward at all, how would they both feel together afterwards? But now that she had the answers to all those questions, Kim was nearing on the verge of desperate to experience with him again.
Because - for the record - no it wasn't awkward, and God did it ever feel amazing.
But now it was the following Sunday afternoon, and since that day over a week ago, Kim had been forced to endure a long week of school and missions and villains and teachers and her ever-hovering parents. And it was totally unfair that in that time, her usual sweet, funny dork of a boyfriend had suddenly become much more of a hottie than Kim ever could have imagined.
On Monday during their latest mission when Ron had taken on two or three of Dementor's goons all on his own, she had immediately wanted to throw him across the back seat of the Sloth once the drama had been taken care of. And then later on Thursday after football practice, when his (barely-there) muscles were tense and he was glistening with sweat and out of breath, it had taken every ounce of Kim's restraint not to follow him into the boys' locker room and pin him up against the wall. Even now as he was wrestling on the living room floor with her brothers between goofing off and playing video games with them, it was irresistible in its own bizarre, cheesy way.
The tweebs could often be a pair of little pests and had proven more than ever over the last couple of months just how much they could get under Ron's skin. But he had been in Jim and Tim's lives for quite literally their entire lives - and even if they wouldn't admit it, they obviously loved Ron in their own way. And it only made Kim love him so much more.
"Okay, boys, that's enough combat practice. How's about saving some of that energy for your field trip tomorrow?" James announced above the ruckus as he entered the living room. He shifted his vision over to his daughter's boyfriend, feigning some kind of sympathetic grin, "Besides, I believe Ronald's taken just about all he can handle. We do need him well-rested if he's to assist Kim on any upcoming missions."
Ron waved off the comment from James as he shook the one remaining tweeb from the end of his leg, "Hey, ain't no thang, Mr. Dr. P! I'm limbered up and ready to go all day and night as soon as Kim needs me to."
Kim instantly felt an ache in her abdomen and the harsh sting of a blush in her cheeks. As unintentional as it was, that had been a very particular choice of phrasing from her boyfriend.
Though, of course, James remained as oblivious as ever.
"Hm. I'll take your word for it."
As the twins eventually conceded and redirected their play-fighting towards one another, Ron took the opportunity to escape and collapse back onto the couch beside Kim. James, meanwhile, was busying himself with the small, carry-on sized suitcase he had rolled across the floor behind him. Doctor Possible was preparing for a short trip to Houston for work - the team at NASA were very interested in learning all about the latest reports James had to provide on the Kepler, Mark II rocket.
"Jim, Tim - now, please," James repeated, "Your bags are all packed - go upstairs and grab them and say goodbye to your mom so we can hit the road. I need to be at the airport in just over thirty minutes, and I am not going to let Chen and Ramesh swipe the first meal choices from the in-flight menu again."
Kim snorted, narrowing her eyes at her father, "Geez, Dad, I didn't realise they were lacking in suitable food options in business class."
James chuckled at the brash snipe from Kim, "Whether it's around the dinner table or thousands of feet in the air, everyone should know not to get between your old man and a nice, giant slice of bacon pizza, Kimmie-Cub."
James wasn't the only male in the Possible household who would be giving his wife and daughter a night of quiet reprieve. The tweebs were going on an aforementioned field trip the next day, and so they were spending the night with one of their school friends whose mother would be acting as a volunteer chaperone on the day's excursion. It had all sounded like a perfectly logical plan at the time - that was until James realised the very basis of it all hindered on him actually getting the boys out the front door on time.
"Boys?" he called up the stairs, allowing his impatience to simmer for now.
"We're coming, we're coming!" the boys yelled back in unison, bounding down the staircase with an endless fountain of energy.
Kim resisted the urge to stick a leg out and trip up the twin tornadoes on their way out the door as James subtly rolled his eyes. He directed his attention back to the two older teenagers lounged out on the couch, "Wish me luck. We still have to make it to their friend Bradley's house in one piece."
"Nothing you can't handle," Kim tried to reassure him with a snicker.
James crossed his fingers with one hand as he gathered his luggage in the other and leaned forward to quickly peck Kim on the crown of her head, "I'll be back on Wednesday night."
"Laters, Dr. P.!"
"Flay safe, Dad," Kim said, following on from Ron's goodbye, "Love you."
"Love you, Kimmie-Cub."
As James called out some final farewells and affections up the stairs to Ann and finally ushered himself and the boys outside, Kim turned her attention back to Ron, smirking up at him.
The blonde boy smiled right back, "You sure you don't want me and Rufus to bounce too so you and your mom can enjoy some girl time?"
Kim felt her stomach flutter with butterflies.
She could officially add her living room couch to the list of places where she had wanted to pounce on Ron and rip his clothes off that week.
With a coy sort of expression in her face, Kim simply craned her neck upwards and caught Ron's lips against hers in a rather innocent, but very purposeful kiss. Ron's eyes widened and Rufus squeaked out loud in equal surprise when the redhead finally pulled back, grinning at her clearly lovestruck BF.
"Uh-h, ha, okay, um, I'll take that as a no?" Ron asked with a small chuckle, "What was that for?"
"Do I really need a reason?"
Ron licked his bottom lip. He was sure he knew the answer to this one.
"Guess not..."
Her breath against his mouth tasted as sweet as ever when Ron leaned back in to capture Kim's kiss for a second time. The exchange remained gently chaste for the first two or three seconds, but as Ron impulsively felt his smile curl more deeply into Kim's, he temptingly brought a hand up to cup her jaw. That was until the front door to the house suddenly swung back open.
"Whoops! Can't get far without the car keys."
The bellowing sound of James' voice echoing across the living room immediately made the two teenagers spring apart. Kim giggled quietly to herself, her soft blush deepening to a darker red when she spotted an equally flushed expression in Ron's face. He was so adorable.
Kim watched then as Ron awkwardly cleared his throat and offered a final, sheepish wave to her father as Doctor P. narrowed his eyes at what he was sure he had just caught the two of them doing on his couch. When the door clicked back into place, Kim scrunched her nose up at Ron and planted a tiny, quick peck on his lips.
"Wanna' go get dinner soon?"
Ron blinked at the sudden contact, smiling at his girlfriend with all the love in the world. If there was ever a more perfect distraction than the sudden offering of food, it was only when that offer came from Kim.
"Sounds perfect."
Kim could immediately detect the mother-sized hurricane tearing through her house when she returned from Bueno Nacho about an hour or so later.
The previously clean basket of laundry had been upturned on the living room couch, the day's dirty dishes were still stacked high in the sink, and Ann's briefcase and hospital scrubs were standing at attention by the front door.
The scene made Kim raise a curious eyebrow as she called out to her mother from the otherwise empty living room, "Mom?" Almost instantly, the Possible matriarch appeared at the top of the stairs, "Are you going to work? I thought you had the night off?"
With a quick glance at the face of her watch, Ann hurried down the stairs and brushed past her daughter, "I thought so, too, hon," she commented with a small shake of her head. Reaching down for her briefcase, Ann turned back to Kim. The older woman had barely even noticed her daughter's boyfriend lingering in the front door behind her.
"The team at the hospital called," she began to explain, "They've run into some complications with what they thought was going to be a fairly routine surgery, so they've asked me to run in and take over. I didn't get the chance to tidy the kitchen or anything, so, I'm sorry, Kimmie, but could you - "
"No, of course! So not the drama, Mom," Kim gently cut her mother off, "Don't worry about the kitchen or the rest of the house, leave it all to me."
Ann shot Kim an appreciative smile. She always could count on all the selfless support of her daughter, "I'll be gone for a few hours, but should be back around ten or so."
And suddenly, that's when the realisation hit her.
As her eyes shifted cautiously from her mother to her boyfriend, Kim sensed a very distinct shiver race up the length of her spine.
She and Ron were going to be alone.
In her house.
Until ten P.M.
The redhead pursed her lips, chewing down on the inside of her mouth as her current mission became instantly clear.
She needed to get her mother out of the house, and her boyfriend into her bed.
"Sure!" Kim exclaimed, trying her damnedest not to sound overly eager. She reached down for her mum's work supplies, all but shoving them directly into her grasp, "Well, don't even think twice about me tonight. Everything is completely under control, I can - "
"- We can totally manage all the Sunday Scaries for you, Mrs. Doctor P.!" Ron suddenly interjected, taking a long stride into the living room and throwing his arm around Kim's shoulders. The action from him, as irresistibly affectionate as it was, almost made Kim cringe. She could have sworn they had come so close to ushering Ann out the front door without drawing any unwanted attention to who exactly she was leaving behind.
Rufus took the moment of dumbfounded quiet to scurry up from his human's pants pocket and join the conversation with a supportive squeak from Ron's shoulder, "Hck! Scaries."
"Kim and I can take care of everything."
Ann took a very deliberate pause, studying the obliviously sweet smile on Ron's face, before her vision locked onto Kim. It was the much more blatant expression painted across her daughter's appearance that filled all the final gaps and told the full story. Boy, she was sure becoming a sneaky one.
Kim bravely mirrored her mother's glance as Ann stared down at her with narrowed, blue eyes. Kim's demeanour had certainly shifted, and her previous confidence was crumbling ever-so-slightly under the weight of a hopeful breath she was holding in. There was suddenly a hundred different thoughts running through Ann's mind. Was she suspicious of leaving Kim and Ron completely home alone with no threat of herself or James returning any time soon? More so than she might have been a month ago, or even a week ago? Definitely.
But did she trust her daughter to be responsible? Yes. Wholeheartedly.
The war her mother was internally waging with herself must have only lasted a mere moment or two, but it felt like a lifetime to Kim and nearly made her heart stop in her chest when Ann tentatively licked her bottom lip and turned her attention to Ron.
"Thank you, Ron," the older woman spoke gently. She hid a subtle smirk, eventually deciding it was time to let her Kimmie off the hook, "But you're still out of here by ten, whether I'm home by then or not, understand?"
Kim felt her lungs deflate with reprieve, settling more comfortably under her boyfriend's arm and gazing up at Ann with a grateful smile.
"You got it, Doctor P.," Ron carried right along, as innocently as ever, "Ten P.M. on the dot."
With a squeeze of his girlfriend's shoulder, Ron shot one final grin at both Possible women and then sauntered into the kitchen to get a start on the dishes. Kim tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, feigning the rosy shade of red in her cheeks as she opened the front door for Ann.
"Thanks, Mom," she sang sweetly, calling out to her again as Ann finally made it to her car, "Good luck with the surgery! You're amazing!"
Ann openly rolled her eyes, staring back at the teenager with an all-too-knowing smirk, "No need to butter me up, honey. I already said he could stay."
Kim's bottom lip dropped open, the colour draining from her pores as her mother simply giggled along at her expense, offering her a last wave goodbye before she reversed out of the driveway and took off up the street. Kim stayed frozen for half a second, but soon shook her head to herself, allowing her embarrassment to fade and the alluring sense of desire to return to her. It bubbled in the pit of her stomach as Kim softly closed the front door back in place and turned around to face the now empty living room. The game was so on.
Flattening out the pleats in her long capris, Kim followed her boyfriend's trail with a sway in her hips as she casually leaned up against kitchen counter opposite the sink, eyeing him up and down.
"Someone was quick to volunteer for dish duty," she teased.
"Well, 'sha, after all the hot meals your mom's ever cooked up for me, it's only fair I clean up after myself every once in a while."
Kim scrunched her brow at him with an adoring frown, "We didn't even eat here tonight."
"I know, but still. Anything to keep her a fan of the Rondo."
"She's not the only one," Kim spoke slyly. As the end of her sentence tapered off, the redhead glanced down at the clock on the screen of her Kimmunicator. Five forty-nine in the evening.
Looking over his shoulder at her with a smile, Ron pulled a pair of yellow, rubber dish gloves over his hands and up his arms, "Uh, not that I'd, like, ever try to tell you what to do," he started, nodding back towards the living room, "But if you want to tackle the basket of laundry now, we'll be done with everything a lot quicker. And then it'll just be you, me, and all the bad re-runs we can stand for the next four hours."
"Hey!"
"And our badical, little buddy, obviously," Ron finished, appeasing Rufus' annoyed squeaks.
Kim cocked a single eyebrow in her boyfriend's direction, keeping a subtly saucy tone in her voice, "Is that all you want to do together tonight?"
"Well, duh, of course not."
The immediacy of his answer seemed to pique Kim's intrigue as she sensed a rumbling in her core. But, naturally - Ron's thoughts were all a lot more sweetly naïve than what Kim might have had in mind.
"We totally skipped out on dessert at Bueno Nacho! Your dad always has plenty of double choc-chip ice cream on standby, right?"
Kim stifled a chuckle, rolling her eyes to herself as she leaned up to her guy and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. He really was such the cutie.
"Totally agree on the dessert front," she commented, her flirtatious nature daring to creep into overdrive, "I might even happen to have an extra sweet treat for you."
"...Sweeter and better than ice cream?"
"Mm, I think so."
"Ha," Ron chuckled, turning his attention back to the food stained plate in his hand, "Good luck with that, KP."
If she could have lunged at him and ripped his pants from his hips right then and there, she would have.
But as tempting as the daring thought may have been, Kim knew that Ron was right. She had literally just finished promising her mum that the chores would be done and the house would be tidy before she made it back home later that evening. And with how hardworking Ann was, Kim more than owed it to her to keep her promise.
She checked the time on the Kimmunicator once more. Six fifty-one.
"Okay, okay," she conceded, "Give me, like, fifteen minutes to run these clothes upstairs and put them away. Think you can handle yourself without flooding the kitchen in that time?"
"You know it! Captain Stoppable and First Mate Rufus, reporting for duty!" he announced as Rufus offered a salute with a happy chirp, "You can count on us."
Kim scrunched up her nose at him, trying her best to ignore the way her stomach was turning over itself as she took a reluctant step back towards the living room. She exhaled in a single, silent huff, blowing a few stray strands of red hair out of her face as she shook her head to herself.
The teen hero had waited this long to share the ultimate intimacy with her boyfriend again - surely a few more minutes wasn't going to kill her.
At least, Kim sure hoped it wouldn't.
By the time Kim had finished the last of her short list of evening chores, the intense sizzling in her stomach had actually started to subside. That was until she spotted the small, black shopping bag tucked away in the very back of her bottom drawer.
The teenager bit down on her bottom lip, placing the last two or three pairs of rolled up socks in the drawer as her eyes never left the sealed bag that had sat secretly stowed away from any prying eyes that dared to ever infiltrate the sanctity of her bedroom. The memories came racing back to her and caused her to hesitate for a second longer before she cautiously reached for the bag.
It had only been last week, mere days after their mission to the Bahamas to bust the Fashionistas, that Monique had dragged Kim to the mall for some serious one-on-one girl time. There had been plenty to catch up on, and Monique had been quick to cut straight to the chase when she started peppering Kim with all kinds of questions about she and Ron sleeping together for the very first time. Kim had been a little red in the face, reluctantly divulging any shy details that Monique was all but begging for - but her blush had deepened further still when her best girl friend suggested they steer away from their usual shopping routine and explore a completely different section of Club Banana's latest collection.
Despite the fact that Kim had been working at Club Banana most of that year and had shopped there ever since she started high school, she hadn't exactly dared to explore any of the more... intimate apparel the famous brand had to offer.
All of Monique's teasing encouragement had only continued to ring between her ears, but even so, Kim had barely heard any of it as she found herself being overwhelmed with the variety of colours and lace and silk the pair were swimming through in the back section of their favourite store.
Some of Monique's selections had been a little... risqué for Kim's current appetite, but she didn't want to be a total prude, either. She and Ron loved each other, and Kim so wanted to show him just how much she appreciated him stepping up that year, as a sidekick, a student, and a boyfriend. Where was the harm in picking out something even a little sexy?
With another short second of hesitation, Kim untied the ribbon of black bag as she turned back to face the mirror that hung on the inside of her opened closet door. She fell to a considered moment of quiet, directing her attention to the stairs as she carefully listened out to make sure Ron was still busying himself down in the kitchen. Once she was certain the coast was clear, Kim fished for the contents of the bag and lifted her cropped shirt over her head. She shimmied out of her pants next, taking a very purposeful second to study the current set of matching underwear that clung to her toned body.
They were cute, sure. And they were black, which was always an appealing choice. But they were nothing that Kim didn't wear every other day, and nothing that her BFBF hadn't seen before. Maybe mixing things up wasn't the worst idea Monique had ever come up with.
Smirking at herself in the mirror as she quickly completed her outfit change, Kim reached back for her capris pants, the excitement starting to surge within her all over again. But just as she managed to step one foot through the flowy material, a sudden clattering and the distinct sound of Ron's yelp made the teen hero jump in surprise.
Kim's eyes were wide as she spun around to glance over at the stairs that led down from her loft, "Ron?"
When she received no response, Kim kicked her pants off the end of her leg again, quickly reaching for one of Ron's oversized hooded sweatshirts instead. He had left it at her house a couple of weeks ago, and since then, Kim had been sleeping in it almost every night. It was so comfy and warm, and just happened to be long enough that it covered the whole lower half of her torso and stretched down to her mid-thigh.
When she flicked her hair out of the back of the hooded garment, Kim took for the stairs, padding her way back down to the kitchen. What she found upon her arrival was nowhere near as dramatic as Ron's shouting might have alluded to - but it was certainly no surprise.
Standing by the sink with a couple of saucepans at his feet, and a large, wet stain on the front of his shirt, and one damp, dripping naked mole rat sitting atop his shoulder - Ron definitely made for quite the sight. Kim had been stunned into silence for the first second before the bewilderment washed over her and she burst into an array of giggles.
Ron rolled his eyes, trying to ignore the annoyed grumbles coming from Rufus by his ear, "I couldn't properly wash out the bottom of all the pots and pans, so I used the extra long, tap, hose, thingy - "
"The faucet extender?" Kim asked with a chuckle.
" - Yeah. That. Only I turned the tap on too hard and too quick and it kinda' just... went... everywhere."
"Hck! Yep!" Rufus agreed, trying his best to shake off the last few, heavy drops of water as he leaped down from his place by Ron's side.
Kim watched, still amused, as their little, pink buddy scurried across the tiled floor towards the downstairs bathroom. Before long, the door shut behind him, and the unmistakeable sound of Kim's hair dryer quickly followed. She shook her head for a second longer, not quite expecting Ron's voice when he caught her attention with a sudden change of subject.
"Did you change your clothes?"
The question from her boyfriend made Kim's heart skip a longing beat. She couldn't believe she had almost completely forgotten about the task at hand. Turning back to face him, she lazily tugged on one drawstring of the hoodie as she took a flirtatious step forward in his direction. The game was officially back on.
"Oh, this? Yeah, I just wanted to slip into something a little more comfy."
"Ha, well, I hear ya'. I might have to join you on that front."
Kim raised an eyebrow, a little surprised, "Really?"
"Well, yeah," Ron shot back, "I was testing the hose thingy with the cold water first, it was freezing!"
The ongoing hysteria from her flustered boyfriend only made Kim smirk. His oblivious nature was so freakin' adorable.
"Think I can throw my shirt in the dryer for, like, fifteen minutes?"
As Kim finally found the opening she was willing to run with, she crept even closer to her boyfriend, tracing her palm down the splash of water on the front of his shirt before her fingers teasingly danced around the hem by his hip. The wait was very, nearly over, and the anticipation made Kim's voice drop to a low octave when she spoke next.
"I mean, you could. But I think I do have a much better idea to warm you back up," she said slyly, "We could go upstairs...?"
Ron blinked.
"Upstairs? Why?"
Kim bit down on her bottom lip, narrowing her expression at him with a rather obvious glisten in her green eyes.
And then, Ron's own eyes widened.
"Oh! Oh-h... really?"
Kim's hand stretched down to find Ron's as she squeezed in confirmation, nodding her head at him with a sultry whisper, "Aye, aye, Captain."
With her grip tight around his, the redhead started to lead her sidekick away from the kitchen. But Ron's head was suddenly a mess - aside from the fact that he was still trying to compute exactly what his gorgeous girlfriend had just suggested, his clothes were still damp, and there was still a cluttering of half-cleaned dishes in the sink and at his feet where they had dropped to the floor.
"B-but, but what about the dishes, Kim, I - "
"We'll tidy up everything after," she immediately shut him down, looking back over her shoulder at him with an all-too tempting smile, "Okay?"
Ron gulped at first, but the feeling was quickly starting to morph to anticipation in his own gut as he squeezed Kim's hand right back and obediently followed her lead, "You're the boss."
Each step he took shot another shiver up Ron's spine, and as they reached the staircase and started to climb towards Kim's room, he sensed an array of goosebumps pop up over his arms. Sure, the teenage boy had partaken in a countless number of make out sessions in his girlfriend's room (and then some) - but Ron knew what awaited him at the top of the stairs in Kim's loft was quite a lot more than the PG-thirteen rating he had been accustomed to before last weekend.
The thought began to cycle through Ron's mind more and more as the edge of Kim's carpeted floor became visible to them when they neared their ascent at the top level of the Possible family home. He sheepishly reached back to scratch the back of head, breaking the silence between them with another gulp and some rushed words.
"Heh, ya' know, it's funny - I guess, like, I spent so much time focusing on making our first time the best time, th-that I kinda' didn't stop to think that there would be a second time after that, and then a third time, and a fourth, and - "
Rather than letting his flustered ramblings take his count all the way to a million, Kim swiftly about-faced, turning back towards Ron. She dropped his hand to clutch tightly to his hip as she cut him off and fiercely pressed her kiss into his.
Ron's breath immediately caught in his throat. It was like the sudden, single moment had instantly transported him back to that magical evening high up in his childhood treehouse from the weekend before. The familiar sweetness of Kim's kiss made his knees wobble when he returned the sensation, lapping at her lips with every affection he could muster.
He stopped to take a much needed breath for a second as he chuckled between their kiss, "And, um - we're, like, definitely, totally all alone tonight, right?"
Kim smiled into him with a murmur of confirmation, "Mhm. Tweebs, sleepover. Mom, work. And Dad, probably about thirty-thousand feet over Colorado by now."
"Heh, okay, yeah - that one definitely makes me feel safest."
He leaned forward in an attempt to capture her kiss once more, but came up just short when Kim shuffled back towards her bed. She climbed aboard the mattress, standing up on her knees at the very end of the bed and inviting Ron to immediately meet her there. He stood opposite her, clutching at her waist and scrunching the material of her hooded sweater between his fingers when they locked eyes for a split second. But Kim was quick to close the gap again, leaning up to Ron and parting his lips with her own.
The heat in all their movements sizzled with anticipation in their stomachs as they settled into the all-too familiar taste of one another. Kim's flavoured lip gloss danced across Ron's tongue, and the sensation of Ron's skin under Kim's fingers shot a spark through her veins when she ran her hands under his damp hockey jersey.
"What was that before about getting more comfortable?" Kim tempted him, tugging on the bottom of his shirt.
Ron smirked down at her, selfishly stealing another kiss before he stopped to pull the jersey over his head and throw it to the floor. He subtly stepped out of his shoes at the same time, staring his girlfriend up and down where she was still perched on her knees on the bed in front of him.
"Is this gonna' be so much better than when we were both trying to cram onto that crappy, old couch in the treehouse?"
Kim raised a daring eyebrow in his direction, reaching for his arm and dragging Ron towards her, "Only one way to find out."
When she fell back into her pillows at the head of the bed and coaxed him down to curl up on top of her, the pull of their bodies came together like a pair of magnets. The shortest possible millisecond passed before they locked their kiss back onto one another's - needy, and lust-filled, and intense when their tongues tied together with a longing sigh.
Kim kept her hands glued to Ron's bare shoulders, while he let his own grip linger at her hip for a second before sliding further down her body. The gorgeous teen hero had her legs parted, allowing her boyfriend to lean into her, but also giving him all the leeway to brush his hand over her bare thigh where his old sweatshirt had gathered above her knees and rode up her body. Her skin was silky smooth when a first, large hand grasped at her flesh, slowly creeping up, and up, and up even further.
As he reached the curve of her butt, and he squeezed ever-so-cheekily at one of his favourite parts of his girlfriend's body, Ron's eyes quickly widened in realisation. He couldn't exactly detect the usual layer of fabric covering Kim's lower half.
"Wh-what," Ron stuttered quietly, clearing his throat, "What are you wearing...? Like. Under the sweater?"
The smirk that instantly graced Kim's face was an unholy level of teasing.
She stopped for a quick second, hesitating as she opened her mouth before suddenly closing it again. Ron watched as his girlfriend chewed down on her bottom lip, clearly still mulling over her answer to his question - a question that seemed simple enough, he had thought.
But Kim's answer was a fairly simple one, too. So much so, that she didn't quite see the point in telling him when, instead, she could show him.
Drawing him back in for another long, deep kiss, Kim took a beat and gently pushed Ron away from her. She shuffled up a little, further towards the head of the bed so she was sort of half-sitting up. She reached for the hooded sweater of her boyfriend's that had been covering her toned frame, and then with a second, sly smile, she wriggled her way out of the warm fabric.
What Ron saw next very, nearly put a rather premature end to all of their current antics.
As Kim reached over to her right to drop the interfering piece of clothing to the carpeted floor of her room, Ron's vision hadn't dared left her body the entire time. His eyes were protruding from his head, his mouth was agape, and there was a sudden lump in his throat - not dissimilar to one rapidly forming inside of his cargo pants.
Where Kim lay in front of him with the evening sunset from the open curtains dancing on her skin like a thousand brilliant diamonds, she was clad in a deep, sea-blue coloured bra and pair of panties. But they were nothing like any other bra and panties he had ever seen her wear before.
The blue lace was printed with the most delicate, floral pattern. There was a glittery, silver charm dangling from the centre of the bra between her breasts, and a second attached with a bow at the hem of her panties. And most notably of all, the lacy fabric was completely sheer, with each of Kim's most sensitive areas covered with minimal modesty right before Ron's eyes.
The sidekick's mouth had gone completely dry, to the point that he couldn't quite find any words to speak. It all made Kim wonder whether she had maybe pushed the envelope a little too far in what was still a very new element of their relationship.
She swallowed, remaining cool, calm and collected.
"So... what do you think?"
Ron blinked again, shaking himself from his daze as he frowned slightly, "What do I...?"
He scoffed out loud then, making Kim jump when he firmly leaned down with one elbow by her head so he could take his opposite hand to cup the soft pocket of flesh under her right breast.
"I think you are without any doubt the bon-diggiest, hottest babe in the entire freakin' universe."
The instant blush in her cheeks barely had time to settle when Ron fiercely planted his kiss right back on Kim's. He massaged her mouth with his own for another two or three sizzling seconds, before he started to redirect his course further down her body.
The next kiss he left by her ear on a trail down the skin of her neck was met with a shallow gasp from Kim. His left hand was busy at work fondling her breast through the barely-there material of her bra, and his lips soon found themselves wandering down the centre of her chest. She heard his teeth clink against the silver charm, giggling to herself with a flushed, giddy nature as they did. Ron pulled back, smiling down at her and more closely examining the intimate clothing clinging to the upper portion of her torso.
Every tiny, fair hair on her chest was pricked with goosebumps, and the pink nubs of her nipples were stood at attention begging for contact from him. Ron leaned back down to her, daring to lightly run his tongue over the centre of the sheer material. Kim immediately shivered, and Ron shifted the lace cup out of the way so he could kiss and suck and lick at her with much more purpose, grinding his lower half against hers at the same time.
Kim felt sort of stunned. To have Ron hovering above her with such a domineering sense of control was not something she was necessarily used to, or had even been expecting that evening. But despite how subdued his own passions had seemed compared to the fire blazing in Kim's belly over the last week, that certainly wasn't the case anymore. Ron was suddenly being reminded of every magical, intense feeling that had filled him when he had last been with Kim, and he had every intention of replicating each and every one of those feelings right then and there.
Leaving the upper portion of her torso momentarily behind, Ron continued on his journey downwards, peppering Kim's ivory skin with a hundred tiny, loving kisses. Her delicate, laced panties were leaving little to the imagination - not only were they as sheer as her bra, but the fact that it was a thong was leaving her particularly exposed. Ron's hands were already greedily kneading at the curves of her skin when his kiss made its way to the top of her thigh, on the inside of her right leg.
Kim sucked in a sharp breath at the contact. She shot forward slightly, leaning up on her elbows and finding Ron's expression with her own.
They were both suddenly asking each other the same, silent question - their eyes wide and their hearts racing as Ron's vision flicked back down to Kim's lace-covered centre. The teenage boy was being plagued by one all-consuming, intrusive thought as he stared at her, and he only hoped that somehow Kim was on the same page as he was. Less he risk her bringing one leg back and hitting him square in the face with a swift kick.
But her sudden, soft whisper instantly erased all those worries from his mind.
"Ron...?"
Locking his eyes back onto hers, the heavy pounding of Ron's heart began to subside when he realised Kim was smiling at him and nodding her head.
"Mhm," she murmured again, casting her vision downwards in a subtle gesture to what her boyfriend had just been staring at. Ron's face instantly heated with a red blush, but it didn't slow either of them in their movements when they quickly came back together.
Their lips returned to one another's with a loud smack and a needy breath as Ron felt Kim's hands join his in assistance where we he was ripping her panties away from her body. The redhead sighed into her boyfriend's mouth the very moment she felt his index and middle fingers run up her slick centre. He wandered closer to her most sensitive area, teasing her relentlessly in preparation for what they both knew they wanted to do next.
When his kiss left her lips and began to travel back down her body, Kim lost Ron's eyes with her own. Instead, she tipped her head back, arching into her pillow without quite realising how tightly she was gripping at her sheets between her fingers. The anticipation was overwhelming - it made her heart race, it made her pores sweat, and it made her breath heavy in her lungs.
That was until her breathing stopped altogether when she sensed Ron's mouth on her sex.
A distinct shiver immediately shot up her spine as about a dozen different thoughts flew across Kim's mind. Was it supposed to feel this good? This quickly? She hoped that Ron was enjoying himself as much as she was. And thank God she had very recently attended to a little self-grooming...
A second lightning bolt suddenly coursed through her and brought all her other thoughts to a standstill as Kim felt Ron's tongue glide upwards, parting her wet folds with unexpected precision. The lips of his mouth engulfed the more sensitive equivalent between her legs as Ron lapped at Kim's glistening skin like his life depended on it.
Kim bit down on her bottom lip, closing her eyes and concentrating on the feeling that was beginning to fill her and buzz with pleasure in her abdomen. A pleased sounding moan was stuck in the back of her throat. She could taste it sitting there - stubbornly staying put and refusing to tiptoe to the edge of her lips. But that rapidly changed when she felt all of Ron's motions morph to a very purposeful, teasing, sucking nibble at her very core.
The end of his tongue circled around the sensitive nub of Kim's clit as she instantly whimpered and whined out loud.
But, of course - her ever-loving, caring, sweet goofball of a boyfriend only took the noise as an assumption that he had somehow managed to hurt her.
"Are you okay?" he asked, panicked as he suddenly halted in all his movements to glance back up at her.
Kim swallowed back her tweaking frustrations, checking her tone before she quickly answered him, "Yes," she breathed out, "Yes, dumbie, it feels good, keep going."
Immediately doing as he was told, Ron took a moment to cock a smug smile before he dived head-first back into Kim.
The teen hero found herself arching all the way back again, her mind suddenly plagued with images of the irresistible sight she had just bared witness to. The snapshot of her knees up at sharp right-angles, and Ron's large hands firmly gripping either side of her butt, and his head buried between her parted limbs was only adding to the insane levels of pleasure she could feel building up inside her.
Ron was equally floating on cloud nine - soaking in every indulgent sensation of what was quickly becoming his favourite new taste. He was moving with such intense fervour, pressing closer into Kim and making harsher movements with his tongue as he did. He had to remind himself not to stop when he eventually heard the same timid whimper leave her mouth. Instead, it only encouraged him further.
Kim's lips parted in a mute gasp. Her whimper turned to a low moan, and then to a murmured cry, and finally to a strangled breath that carried his name as Kim felt a burning fire light in the depths of her core.
"Ron..." she sighed, her pitch at an all-time and her vision speckled with dark spots, "Yes... ffff... oh, my God, yes..."
The ultimate surge of wonderous release that Kim had been lacking to that point finally crashed over her like a tidal wave. Her core tightened and her knuckles turned white at how furiously she was gripping the sheets of her bed as she cried out loud at the sensation of her first, real climax. It shot her above the stars and sent a radiant glow across her whole body. It felt unbelievable.
Ron's eyes were wide when the same realisation hit him. He could feel how tightly Kim's muscles had clamped around his tongue and his fingers, and he was suddenly tasting much more than the wetness of his own saliva. A stunned sort of smile crossed him when he eventually sensed his girlfriend loosen and relax around him as she collapsed back into her mattress.
Holy. Crap. Just when he thought there was no way in hell she could get anymore beautiful.
"Um..."
His tiny smirk did change back to something a little more shy as he cleared his throat.
"...You don't have to kiss me again. If you don't want - "
Before the ridiculous suggestion had even completely left his mouth, Kim sprung forward in the bed and lunged towards Ron, latching her kiss around his. It certainly tasted a little different than what she was used to, but Kim only figured after how he had just made her feel, it was the least of what her boyfriend deserved in return.
In fact, the teen hero was suddenly all too eager to repay her sweet, stud of a sidekick with the exact same gesture.
Ron shivered at just how easily Kim infiltrated the re-enforced titanium of his belt as she undid the clasp and began to wriggle his cargo pants down his thighs. An unmistakable bulge had definitely formed inside of his boxers over the course of their exploits as Kim's chest sped up in anticipation.
She took her hands to Ron's hips, coaxing him back slightly and up fully on his knees at the end of her bed, so she was able to sit at eye-level with her very next mission. Ron gulped - very much enthralled with the thought of what was to come next, but admittedly still a little reluctant. He gently took Kim's hands in his own, stopping her for a second just as she had laced her fingers inside the waistband of his underwear.
His voice dropped to an adoring whisper, locking his eyes with hers when she glanced up at him.
"You know I only want you to do this if you really want to do this, right?"
Her sultry exterior cracked with the slither of a sweet smile at her boyfriend's words. He always was such the gentleman.
"Well, luckily the only thing I want right now is you."
Ron wasn't sure which sensation felt stronger. The delicate skipping of his heart in his chest, or the distinct twitch of his cock in his underwear when Kim punctuated her sentence with a kiss against his hip bone as she pulled his boxers down to his knees.
The blonde boy chuckled under his breath in disbelief, settling into the feeling of his girlfriend slowly pumping his length back and forth as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back slightly. If he was being completely honest, the whole moment was causing some level of internal conflict within him. Ron loved Kim. He treasured her, cherished her, and always did everything he could to treat her with the upmost level of respect.
But the thought of her being only seconds away from wrapping her pink lips around the end of his throbbing shaft?
Oh, that was so hot.
This was Kim freakin' Possible he was talking about. Not only was she his beautiful best friend, but she was the smartest, most outgoing, hottest babe at Middleton High, and she was all his. Ron would be lying to himself if he said it didn't all play into some cliché, masculine fantasy he had built up in his head over the past three or four months since they had started taking their physical relationship two or three steps further.
But suddenly, the fantasy was over, and Ron was living the real thing when he shuddered at the contact Kim's mouth made with his hardened dick.
"H-holy sh-"
The teenager cut himself short as his sentence trailed off with a grunt and a sigh, and he found Kim's sea of red hair with his hand. He tangled his fingers ever-so-gently through her flowing locks, being careful to simply hold her there and not encourage any sudden movement as she made herself more familiar with the taste and size of him.
Kim had her eyes firmly shut as she let her mouth and her tongue carry out all her exploration for her. She started at Ron's tip, swirling herself around the end of him before she dared to creep down even further.
She jumped slightly and almost opened her eyes when she heard a dull hiss from her boyfriend as her bottom row of teeth accidentally pinched at the underside of him. Right - noted, she told herself. Less teeth, much more tongue. As she opened her mouth wider and carefully took more of his length, she suddenly heard an entirely different sound from him. It was a sound that carried a hell of a lot more pleasure as Ron's fingers tightened gently in Kim's hair and he cursed under his breath again.
With an abrupt burst of confidence, Kim released a single, hard breath from her nose as she began to bob her head back and forth up and down Ron's shaft. Almost instantly, she had to stop herself from going too deep as her gag reflex unexpectedly made itself known to her. That would certainly cause one very un-sexy end to all their fun that evening.
With a quick adjustment of her right wrist, Kim concentrated on allowing her hand to work Ron's base while her mouth continued suck and lick at the rest of his still-hardening rod. And it all felt absolutely incredible to Ron.
"Oh, my God," he muttered, his forehead breaking out in a sweat, "Kim..."
The sensation was beyond anything he imagined it would be. Kim's mouth was so warm and wet, and the image itself was irresistible when he finally dared to glance down at his gorgeous girlfriend's head of fiery red hair bobbing back and forth with increasing speed on his cock. The mere sight of her was very, nearly enough to send him toppling over the edge...
...Oh
Oh... shit - Ron really couldn't selfishly stay in that position much longer and let that happen.
"Wait, wait," he suddenly panted, "Kim, Kim, stop."
With gentle ease, Ron moved his hand from Kim's head to her shoulder as he encouraged all her movements to come to an end. Her lips left the end of him with a wet sounding smack as she finally reopened her eyes and glanced up at him.
For a second, she was confused, trying to hide any hurt from her deep, green pools.
"Not good?"
Ron rolled his own eyes, shaking his head with a soft chuckle.
"Too good," he reassured her, "Seriously - I love you, and that was one of the hottest things that has ever happened to me, but there's no way I can let you keep going and finish me like that."
A very soft blush fell into Kim's cheeks at Ron's words, but it deepened to a much darker shade of red when he playfully shoved her back into her cushions and stood from his place on her bed. He wriggled out of his pants and underwear the rest of the way, letting them drop to his ankles as he stepped out of them. Climbing back aboard her mattress, he kept his eyes absolutely glued to her - lovestruck, and smiley, and goofy as his heart began to race all over again.
"You bought condoms now, too, right?"
Kim eagerly nodded her head, flicking her vision over to her right, "Bottom drawer."
Ron moved as quickly as he ever had upon escaping a super villain's lair as he leaned over to Kim's nightstand and reached down to the aforementioned drawer. In what seemed like only half a second, he ripped open the box, tore away at the plastic, and soon found himself rolling the stretchy rubber down his shaft, giving himself an additional pump or two as he glanced back down to Kim. Her chest was pounding, and her core was still ablaze when she reached behind herself to undo the clip of her bra. Ron wasted no time joining her, assisting her with her very last piece of clothing and taking some additional time to grace each breast with his attentions as he kissed and nibbled at her again.
Kim still felt like she was floating above the heavens, and the last few words Ron had lovingly murmured to her before asking her about protection rang sweetly in her ears as she kept his head close to hers and whispered to him softly, "I love you, too."
Ron's heart fluttered, and he moved his affectionate kiss to her cheek, "So much."
As they came closer together and the young couple both shivered at the feeling of Ron's erection brushing up against Kim's entrance, the blonde boy took a second to line himself up properly, "You still good?"
"Majorly good."
The comment from Kim trailed off with a sigh when she sensed her slick folds part easily for her boyfriend as Ron slid all the way inside her. He was still for the first moment, but after an instant to allow Kim to settle and adjust to the meshing of the curves of their bodies, Ron began to grind his hips against Kim's before slowly moving in and out of her.
"Holy crap..." he groaned, the two bringing their lips together for an intense kiss as they continued to move with one another.
Kim could feel the bubbling pleasure building up within her all over again. She flexed the muscles in her stomach and her hips and lifted herself from the bed as much as she could to meet all of Ron's movements with equal vigour. They were breathing together as one, soaking in every incredible feeling from every loving, slow-paced movement as Ron kissed her neck and held in a reluctant whimper.
"I don't, um," he started, his voice shaky, "I don't really know how long I'm gonna' - "
"It's okay, it's okay," Kim promised him, "Everything's perfect."
Her words were peppered with a number of sighs and moans in between, and it only turned Ron on even more as he began to move with a more purposeful pace, pulling in and out of Kim faster still, and biting down on his bottom lip as he did.
The sound of their parting skin coming back together with rhythmic slaps echoed between the four walls of Kim's room as she caressed Ron's face and hugged him around his shoulders. Every thrust of his hips was hitting her in all the right places when she murmured his name for a third or fourth time and mewled with a high-pitched moan as he took a free moment to swirl his tongue around one of her nipples again.
She released a sound that was crossed between a sigh and a pleasured chuckle when Ron pulled back to stare at her, still grinding into her at the same time. The young couple absolutely beamed at one another, but when Ron faltered for a second and scrunched his brow between his eyes with a long swallow of his Adam's apple, Kim could tell he was getting close.
She was almost back there, too, and both Kim and Ron's cries began to match one another as the teen hero sensed herself tiptoe very, very close towards a second peak. It was almost within her reach, but what she felt first was the sensation of Ron suddenly twitching and pulsing inside of her as he breathed out an infatuated "KP..." and emptied himself into the condom with a long groan.
Kim could only smile, honestly still riding out her earlier orgasm as she kept up the pace of her hips and coaxed along the last of Ron's well-earned climax. When he finally came to a stop, basically collapsing on top of her, he huffed out an exhausted breath, "Wow..."
Kim laughed to herself again, "I was gonna' say boo-yah..."
Chuckling into her hair where his head was nestled into the crook of her neck, Ron's laughter grew louder as he pulled back and cupped her cheek, kissing her passionately one last time. And then, in what felt like the blink of an eye, the moment was over and the two finally parted.
Kim felt a coolness rush over her when Ron rolled his body off of hers and fell onto the bed beside her. She stared up at the ceiling, panting loudly and giddy as all hell, but still grinning from ear to ear. She barely registered his next subtle movements as he removed the condom and tied it off at the end, placing it back into the ripped, plastic packet. He made a mental note to wrap it further in toilet paper later and stuff in way in the bottom of Kim's bathroom bin where no-one would ever find it.
But, again - there were no such thoughts on Kim's mind. All she could reminisce over was every intense feeling and loving word that had been shared between she and Ron that evening. She so appreciated how much he always showed that he loved her. His repeated declarations were in every touch he ever graced her with, every smile he ever shot her way, and every word he ever spoke.
Kim frowned then, suddenly remembering a few particular words Ron had shared with her only moments ago.
"One of the hottest things that's ever happened to you...?"
"Well, yeah," Ron instantly replied, struggling for a moment to catch his own breath, "The first time we had sex is up there as a strong favourite, too."
Kim snorted at his safe response, rolling her eyes at him and fishing down in between their two bodies to find his hand. She squeezed tightly, and Ron returned the loving gesture. A tiny crease fell into his brow as he cleared his throat.
"So, um, when did you..." he stuttered slightly, hesitating, "Where did the sexy underwear come from?"
Kim giggled a little again, grazing her thumb along the outside of Ron's hand, "It was Monique's idea."
"...She kinda' knows everything about our relationship, doesn't she?"
"Kinda'."
Ron's eyes remained fastened to the ceiling, just as Kim's still were, as he brushed off her teasing comment and settled back into the comfortable silence between them.
The goosebumps were fleeing from his skin and his heart rate was beginning to slow back to a normal speed in his chest, but Ron was still feeling as amazing as he was from the moment he first kissed Kim that evening and allowed her to pull him down on top of her on her bed. Nothing else about the moment was lost on him. He was ever so aware of her hand in his and her still-naked body lying beside him. He was so grateful for every tender, loving, sweet second he got to spend with her in times like this.
Wait... sweet?
"Wait a sec," Ron suddenly exclaimed, dropping Kim's hand and springing forward in the bed, "When you said you had a dessert that was even sweeter than ice cream... you were talking about you?"
Kim's eyes widened at the abrupt realisation from her goofball of a boyfriend as she burst into laughter all over again and rolled over between the messy sheets to stare up at him, bewildered.
"Nothing gets past you, does it, Monkey Master?"
"Eh, what can I say," Ron replied, matching his girlfriend's sarcasm, "Your main man always gets there in the end."
When his hand fell back to her bare hip and he leaned down towards her, Kim wrapped her arms around Ron's neck and brought him inwards for an adoring, devoted kiss.
It had been a long week - well, a long eight days, twenty-three hours and forty-nine minutes, but every second of that time was so, amazingly, incredibly worth it for Kim. That's not to say she ever necessarily wanted to go so long between encounters with her man ever again... but deep down, Kim knew that in the grand scheme of the rest of forever, these stretches of time really equated to no time at all. She and Ron still had a magical lifetime ahead of them, together.
When Ann Possible finally pulled back into her family's driveway later that night, she flicked off her headlights, turned off her car, and released a heavy sigh against the steering wheel.
A little under four hours in emergency brain surgery (a successful emergency brain surgery, mind you) and the doctor was more than ready to turn in for the night and curl up underneath her covers, even with her husband currently a two and a half hour flight away.
As she expelled a long yawn from the pit of chest, Ann rubbed at her weary eyes and reached across to the passenger seat for her briefcase. Just as she had been about to climb out of the car and take a first step towards the house, Ann blinked in surprise at the sound of the front door suddenly clicking open.
The doctor thought fast, shuffling down slightly in her seat and staying out of direct vision as her eyes narrowed at the sight of Kim and Ron.
The teens seemingly failed to notice the family sedan arrive back in the driveway when it had, and with her headlights now switched off, Ann was covered by the shadows of evening darkness. She remained as still as she could, her blue eyes carefully watching her daughter and her boyfriend as they said goodnight to one another.
There were a couple of distinct details that Ann immediately noticed. Kim happened to be wearing nothing but a long, hooded sweatshirt of Ron's. And Ron's hand placement was sitting fairly low at the top of Kim's backside as he kissed her goodnight. And the kiss in question seemed to be lingering for a few moments longer than Ann had ever been subject to between the two of them.
The doctor hummed quietly to herself, glancing at the clock in her car. Eight minutes past ten in the evening.
In the very next instant, though, Ron had taken his leave with Rufus in tow, and Kim watched on adoringly for another second or two before disappearing back into the house.
Ann was left in her place then, silently sitting in the driver's seat of her car as she hesitated to herself. The wildly brilliant Mrs. Dr. P. wasn't born yesterday - that was for sure - and while she didn't always agree with how much James could overreact to their Kimmie's relationship with Ron, it didn't mean she didn't see where her husband was coming from.
Was this particular moment in time something worth worrying over? Probably not. But was it something Ann would ensure to keep a very close eye on moving forward? Oh, definitely...
...A year? A YEAR?! I'm not quite how or why it's taken me just over a year to come back with a new instalment of our favourite teen heroes and all their cute, loving, sexy little exploits, but I'm so, SOO happy I finally have :')
For anyone who's still here and has been patiently waiting and continues to enjoy and appreciate my work, I really, really appreciate all of youuuuu and I can't wait to hear what you all thought here. Almost 11k words of sweet and sexy smut - how's that for a comeback, amirite? ;)
Rest assured I am still obsessed with thoughts of delivering many more future snippets in this story - and not ALL of them necessarily lemons (sex is not going to become the cornerstone of their relationship moving forward, FYI). Hopefully I can just do so in less than 365 days this time! But again, I super, duper appreciate everyone's kind words and patience in the meantime!
Hope everyone is keeping happy and healthy :)
Till next time,
Reneyyyyyy x