Thanks to cpneb, CajunBear73, MidnightzStorm, daywalkr82, NeoNails, Molloy, Chaosengine, Pharaoh Rutin Tutin, laura1990, Joe Stoppinghem, Jezrianna2.0, daywalkr82, and Mr. Wizard for reading and reviewing. This turned out to be more fun the second time around. Be on the lookout for Season 4: Through the Cracks coming soon! And now the conclusion of Confessions of a Little Black Dress…
Kim, Ron, and all other characters within are owned by the Walt Disney Corporation.
Confessions of a Little Black Dress
Part III: Keep Your Pants On…
by Ultimate Naco Topping
Gulp.
Ron choked down his nervousness and mixed it with the dive-bombing butterflies in his stomach. The blonde haired teen hero now found himself alone in a randomly selected bedroom in the Flag family home. A perfectly made king sized bed loomed before him.
Click.
Kim locked the door behind them. If there was a volatile cocktail of emotions and hormones swirling through her system (which there was), she wasn't showing it. She leaned against the now secured door and watched Ron as he turned to face her. A second flood of emotions washed over her as she locked eyes with her best friend.
How dare Bonnie talk about Ron that way! Kim's mind screamed. The brunette had dumped on the boy before, but never in such a despicable fashion (or was it just the shift in the relationship between the hero and sidekick that made it feel that way?). At the point that Bonnie suggested that Ron wasn't even worthy of sympathy it, the fruit punch went flying. The same gears in her mind that were in control during mission mode took control of her. She had a point to prove.
"Well," Ron cracked. "We're, um, alone…"
"Yeah," Kim said as she began to stalk towards him. For a girl who had lost control mere moments before, it was an amazing display of focus. The redhead wanted to run away, scream, rip Ron's clothes off, and cry all at the same time. Yet, she remained committed to a more tempered approach to the sitch at hand.
The last time Ron had seen Kim move toward him with that kind of look in her eyes, she had a moodulator on the back of her neck. He instinctively moved backward. That of course meant that they got closer to the bed. Quickly he ran out of room and Kim caught up to him. Lingering in front of him for a brief moment, Kim wrapped her arms around his neck and drew her face closer to his until finally…
Every kiss the young couple had shared up until this point had been sweet, tender, and relatively chaste. This one was fully passionate and raw. Warning lights and alarms went off in Ron's head as whole new sets of sensations were set upon him. Is that…? Yep, that's Kim's tongue. Holy crap, that's her tongue. Wait a second; shouldn't I be doing something? As the sidekick turned boyfriend joined the action, his hands came to rest at the top of Kim's hips. The redhead took the opportunity to intensify her efforts pushing back with enough force to topple the two onto the bed.
Had it not been for the body's need for oxygen, the duo wouldn't have unsmacked lips any time soon. Kim pushed herself up a bit and looked back down at the blonde. Her panting did nothing to vent the anger that was radiating from her pores. She did her best to shield it from Ron not that he would notice. He was off in a better place. Kim decided she needed to regain her composure.
"Be right back," she said as she got off the bed. Ron popped up on his elbows to watch her as she sauntered over to the room's adjacent bathroom. Before going in, she gave the boy a little smile before slipping her heels off. As soon as she closed the door behind her, Ron fell back on to the bed with a deeply contented sigh while an army of hormones charged through his system.
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Kim slapped several splashes of cold water on her face. If her skin had been any hotter, it would have made steam. She shut off the water and dried her face before staring at herself in the mirror.
Get a grip Possible. Everything is all-right. This is right! You love Ron. Ron loves you. That makes it right. Then why does it feel… No! That's just Bonnie putting her voodoo on you. She can't stand to see you happy and she's just trying to get in your head. Well, I'm not going to let that happen.
"This is going to be perfect, damnit."
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Shells impacted the dark and dirty landscape throwing dirt and shrapnel into the air. Through the chaos, two figures hurriedly made their way to the opening of a fox hole and slipped down the ladder. Once inside, Love and Logic joined Conscience, who was already studying a map of Ron's brain.
"Okay, I know why you're here," Conscience said to Logic. "But why you?"
Love smirked a bit as she seemed hurt that Ron's moral compass would have to ask her that.
"Look, I may have been rooting for these two for a long time," she said calmly. "But even I know when the time isn't right."
"So does that mean you're in?" Conscience said not completely believing what he was hearing.
"Yes, but on one condition," she said. Conscience cringed as she continued. "When the time is right, you have to stay out of my way."
The moral guide to the sidekick extraordinaire furrowed his brow. Time was short and he needed all the help he could get.
"Fine. Here's the plan," he said as all three went back to the map. "I'll hit him with a 'This isn't like Kim at all. Maybe something's not right.' Then, Love, you tell him something like 'You don't want your first time to be like this, do you?'"
"Guilt trip, I like it," Love approved. Logic looked back and forth between the plan and his two compatriots. Something didn't add up.
"Um, so where do I fit in?" he asked.
Conscience and Love looked sheepishly away from him neither one wanted to answer, but Conscience decided to speak up.
"Well, he never really listens to you so, we need you to be the distraction."
Logic scowled as he crossed his arms.
"Great, always the distraction…"
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Ron had repositioned himself more comfortably on the bed. He was surprised that he wasn't a shaking bundle of nerves. He was twiddling his thumbs, but that was more out of boredom. What was taking Kim so long?
As if on cue, Kim emerged from the bathroom. Ron sat up to take her in. His previous encounters with his best friend that evening suddenly seemed everyday and ordinary. Nothing was different about her appearance, it was just something about the moment, the here, the now. He had never seen her look so incredibly beautiful. And yet…
Kim was ready. She stood across the room from her best friend and had to suppress a laugh. He was fully entranced by her and not in a lusty or dirty way, but one of awe and love. Everything about their friendship that had kept them apart up until prom now became the perfect reason for them to come together. This is our moment… Right?
Kim moved forward as seductively as she dared. To a more 'experienced' observer it would have looked awkward at best. For the blonde, it was enough to unleash the nervousness that had so far been held at bay. The two gave each other very jittery smiles as Kim joined her boyfriend on the bed. As the redhead moved in on Ron, he thought for a brief second that there was something wrong in her eyes – as if they were saying something different than the rest of her.
But before he could voice his concern, Kim's lips merged with his blocking any words he may have tried to say. To say they picked up where they left off would be an understatement. The redheaded teen heroine pushed herself so hard against Ron that only the laws of physics kept her from driving a hole right through him. This time, the blonde wasted no time joining in. Hands belonging to both parties began to roam less restricted than either had dared before. As ferociously badical the new experiences felt, it wasn't without its awkweird moments. As they simultaneously thought is that his/my hand on my/her butt, they broke briefly and looked at each other. It was new territory for both of them and Ron feared that he may have crossed the line. But Kim, ever the aggressor, squelched that concern as she launched back into him with the force of a hungry lioness on its prey.
The cheerleader turned her attention to the side of his neck before reaching his rather largish ears. The sidekick had no choice but to give in to a very deeply repressed desire to let his hands take a better look at Kim's legs. With an almost frustrated growl, Kim returned her lips to his and for a brief moment, he saw an image of Bonnie covered in fruit punch. Ron tried to shake it off as Kim's fingers went to the buttons of his shirt like someone with nuclear bomb disarming experience (last year; in Russia; no big; to be exact). Just as he thought, I don't think something's right with Kim, Kim had his shirt off and him flat on his back. A new flurry of kisses and touches only briefly reengaged the boy before a final definitive thought crossed his mind. This isn't how it's supposed to be…
Kim could feel him start to slip away. His hands were the first to go quiet and soon he wasn't fully reciprocating her kisses. Oh no, you're losing him, Kim thought desperately. She threw herself harder into the moment but to no avail. She swatted back at the tears that tried to pool in her eyes. The redhead made one last desperate gambit as her hands went to Ron's belt and tried in vain to unlatch it. Of all times for this thing to actually work! she cursed in her head as the first tear broke her perimeter and trickled down her face.
"Kim…," Ron said – his voice gentle yet devastating at the same time. Kim's head tumbled onto his stomach in defeat. She was consumed with the fear that she may have just ruined everything. A few more tears escaped from her tightly shut eyes.
"K.P."
The use of his personal nickname for her ended any hopes she may have had about avoiding eye contact with him for the rest of her life. Slowly, Kim lifted her head to face the punishment her seemingly former boyfriend was about to dish out. Instead of the end of her existence as she knew it, she found only two loving yet concerned chocolate orbs staring back at her. And Kim Possible finally lost it.
As the flood gates finally opened, Ron quickly sat up and gathered the girl into himself letting her cry on his proverbial and now literal shoulder. As the flow of salty droplets falling off her cheeks and onto his chest subsided, Ron finally spoke.
"Kim, I got the feeling this is more about Bonnie than me," he said carefully. Kim winced at the suggestion mostly because it was true.
"Why do I let her do this to me?" Kim choked out burying her head deeper against him. "I mean, I guess if you'd heard what she said about you…"
"Shh," Ron interrupted. "Maybe it was best if I didn't know." After all, there was no way he was going to tell her about the incident with the boys earlier though she was sure to hear the abridged version from Monique.
"Ron, I'm…, I'm sorry. I guess there's been so much talk about us lately that I thought I needed to prove something to everybody."
"K.P., I know I'm prone to fits of insecurity from time to time, but I also know that we've always done things on our terms. I mean, you're the girl who can do anything and I'm positively not normal. Why should this be any different?"
"You're right. It shouldn't," Kim said as she finally started to feel that her world wasn't coming to an end. She had heard almost everything she needed to hear from her best friend. There was just one more thing.
"But I still need you to say that…," the redhead said turning away from the boy.
"That what…?"
"That you forgive me."
Ron wasted no time in turning Kim's face back to him with a finger under her chin and giving her a gentle but much more meaningful kiss.
"Of course I forgive you," he said almost whispering as their lips broke apart. Kim finally wrapped her arms around him and nuzzled into the side of his face. The couple stayed locked in the embrace for what seemed like a very long time.
"Okay," Kim finally said breaking the silence. "You're the responsible one all of a sudden. What do we do now?"
Ron usually didn't try to find deeper meanings in things at first reflection. However, whether it was because of the gravity of the moment or just his natural dumb luck (no, no, no, dumb skill), he knew what had just happened. He had just been handed the keys to their relationship. Thankfully, he knew just what to do.
"Well, for starters, let's get out of here…"
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The glow of a full summer's moon softly bounced off of one of the many greenbelts that ran between the neighborhoods of Middleton. Kim walked barefoot as the grass was still cool and soft - the full heat of the summer had not yet arrived. Ron held her hand tightly as she leaned against him. Though they were in no hurry, Ron was still beside himself.
After quickly retreating from the party, it had been decided that they would change at Ron's house since his parent's decidedly hands off approach to parenting would make it easy to sneak in and then back out. Kim had plenty of spare clothing in Ron's room left after a quick change for a mission. But while the blonde ducked into the bathroom to change himself, Kim saw something that gave her an idea.
Ron couldn't figure out how, but Kim in a ragity old pair of cargos and wearing his favorite beat up red jersey tied off just above her midriff was substantially hotter than the little black dress she had on earlier. He almost made the mistake of thinking that it was impossible, but a quick check of his girlfriend's name cleared that right up. The two teen heroes finally reached their destination and stopped.
"Ladies first," Ron smoothly voiced motioning for Kim to take the ladder to the tree house.
"I don't think so," Kim objected. "I believe you've already gotten to see that show tonight."
With a shove, Kim pushed Ron ahead of her. The blonde obediently began to climb up. For a moment, Kim could have sworn he was trying to 'spice it up' for her. At least it was cute. The redhead finally made her way up after him before they shut themselves off from the rest of the world. They wouldn't be doing anything tonight, but whatever they did, it would be on their own terms just like everything else they had ever done as friends, heroes, and, one day, lovers.
The End.
Wait, not the end! Bonus end credits scene!
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"Okay, my turn!" Jim Possible said as his brother hopped off his shoulders. His twin brother, Tim, handed him a crumpled black wad as they switched places. Jim took the wad over his head and let it fall over them. Looking in Kim's full-length mirror, the young genius made a mocking kissy face.
"I'm Kim Possible and all I want to do is smooch with my sidekick, I mean boyfriend, Ron Stoppable, all day long!"
The monstrosity that was Kim's twin brothers wearing her little black dress turned itself so it could continue modeling its mockery. As it did so, the top half spotted something that caused it to freeze in abject horror. With his muscles no longer helping his precarious balance, Jim toppled to the floor in a crump uncovering his brother beneath him. Tim looked around confused before catching site of the horror himself.
Dr. James Timothy Possible was frozen in place half way into his daughter's loft. He had just lifted the trap door to see if she was going to be home for dinner. What he found instead left him shocked and speechless. Neither side made a sound or moved a muscle for what seemed like a very long time. Finally, James broke the silence.
"Okay," his voice scratched. "I'm just going to slowly go back down the stairs and we're going to pretend this never happened."
The rocket scientist didn't move until his two sons weakly nodded their heads. The three didn't lose eye contact with each other until the Possible patriarch slipped completely down the ladder leaving the two boys to examine the very deep mental scars they had just opened up…