Kim Possible Porn Story: ilyiw Stranger Things Have Happened Chapter 1

Kim Possible Porn Story: ilyiw Stranger Things Have Happened Chapter 1

If
lovin you is wrong
:
Stranger Things Have Happened.

Disclaimer/Authors
Notes: Kim Possible and all the characters of the show are owned by
the Disney Company. The original lyrics to the songs referenced in
this story and the music are the property of the respective authors,
artists and labels. All other characters can be blamed on the author
(he, however, is not responsible for all of their actions at all
times, being barely responsible for himself most of the time).

This
is a strictly not-for-profit, just-for-fun work.

Enjoy! Thank
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A/N
Forward:

This
is a tale of two individuals: how their lives wound and unwound as
they twisted and turned, ending up togetherjust not the two people
youd expect.

Warning:
there is major character death, major happiness and issues that truly
reflect real life

Its a different type of tale
for me, but its another
entry in the if lovin you is wrong (ilyiw) multiverse.

Intro
1 – Gathering

Are
you ready, Sir? asked a decidedly feminine voice that came from
nowhere. Though the voice clearly had an Australian accent, the
voice sounded like someone was trying to perform a very bad
impersonation of a classic British butler from television, or the
movies.

But,
then, the voice lost its attempt at majesty when it broke out in a
fit of teen-age-girl boy-band-crazed half-muffled giggles.

Her
voice suddenly regained its composure and greeted the new arrival
with a gday, mate, just as the distinguished-looking
gentleman entered the gate that opened onto an open field. As he
closed it, the fit of giggling began again, a bit more subdues this
time. Once he made sure that the gate was shut and secured, he
rolled his eyes heavenward for just a second and then started out
onto the field.

Although
it was clear the Urban Camo that he wore was Global Justice
issue, it was also clear that it had been originally tailored to fit
him perfectly; it seemed, however, that even though the years had
been gentle to both him and the garment: neither showed their true
age. With each step he took, the light reflected off his boots that
had been polished to the point that they could have been used as
mirrors to redirect lasers. His black hair, which had more than a
few minor streaks of white, not only in his temples but, as much as
he hated to admit it, the rest of his head, as well. Even with the
fact that both his granddaughter and daughter-in-law liked to stand
behind him and pull out his white hairs, his hair still was neat and
looked to have been trimmed using a carpenters square and a
micrometer.

Ready?
The now-fully-professional female voice questioned the gentleman.

By
his second step into the area, he had noted and locked the position
of the four tables in his mind, the closest being what he guessed was
no more than 10 yards away. With a nod of his head, he answered the
unseen voice with I was born ready, Gillian. By the end of his
response, he had taken his fourth step into the area.

The
unseen female voice spoke again, now back to doing the butler
impression.

Very
good, Sir Then, without any warning:

PULL!
she spoke the single, deliberately enunciated, word with an intensity
of power that would have instilled instant fear into a common man. A
clay pigeon flew instantly up into the air from a hidden launcher to
his left, while the man, within mere moments, broke out into a full
run for the closest table.

When
he was three steps away from the table, he could clearly see the
crossbow with a quiver of bolts next to it. At the same time, he
heard the female voice call out again:

PULL!
This time, the force of her voice changed to determination as if the
unexpected was about to occur.

Instantly,
another target fired from a second hidden launcher, this time from
his right.

Reaching
out, he quickly grabbed the crossbow and placed the butt where his
right leg joined his torso as he came to a dead stop beside the
table. Placing both hands on the bowstring, he pulled hard and heard
the string lock into the cocking mechanism. He brought the butt up
to his shoulder with one hand and used the other to remove a bolt
from the quiver and place it into the shaft guide. Once that was
done, he took aim and fired: all the actions done with cat-like
quickness, precision, and with a grace that appeared almost eerie.
And, all was done in just heartbeats.

Without
looking at the table, he dropped the crossbow on it and sprinted off
toward the next closest table, another 10 yards away. Over his
shoulder, the silent bolt hit the clay pigeon dead center, and the
pigeon disappeared in a puff of dust as it reached its apex.

He
was barely a step away from the second table, this one with a
compound bow placed on it, when he heard Gillian call out a third
time:

PULL!
This time, the single word was filled with an I gotcha this time
lilt.

A
third target fired from a launcher somewhere in the middle.

Picking
up the compound bow in one hand, he again grabbed an arrow from the
bows attached quiver and quickly knocked it. In one fluid motion,
he brought the notched end of the arrow to his cheek and pushed the
bow away from him until it was in full draw. He tracked the second
target for a heartbeat and then released the arrow. Again,
everything happened in a movement that made it appear as if it was
all just done in a single one motion, and not the many steps that
occurred.

For
a second time, he dropped the bow back on the table and took off at a
full run for the next closest table without looking back at the one
he just left or at the clay target. The pigeon exploded in dust as
the arrow pierced it at the top of its flight.

As
he reached the third table, he could see it held a long bow that had
the bowstring attached to one end, but not the other. Beside it lay
a single arrow.

The
second he stopped, he picked up the bow in one hand and jammed the
end with the bowstring attached to it at the ground beside his boot.
Moving the hand holding the bow toward the end near where the string
would need to be, he bent the bow and brought up the string with the
other and slipped it into place. Quickly he reached for the arrow as
he used his foot to kick the bow up into the air and catch it.
Quickly, he again notched the arrow, traced the target and let the
arrow fly.

The
target was blown from its flight as the arrow nicked it, but hard
enough to shatter it.

He
never saw it as he had already dropped the bow and was running at the
fourth and last table as hard as he could, another 10-yard sprint.

He
was just half way when her piqued, yet single-minded accented voice,
called out again:

Pop-ups:
Friend or Foe, came out of the air with a sense f satisfaction in
her voice that would have led one to believe that she had
pre-determined the outcome.

Suddenly,
targets popped up out of nowhere. Red beams fired at him as they
began to move and change positions.

He
changed course quickly, moving to his right. After two steps, he
moved to his left, the beams crossing where he had been just
milliseconds beforehand. When he was less than two steps from the
last table, he dove at it. He had just moments before he reached it
to see the holstered gun laying on it. All the while, the targets
never stopped firing at him.

As
he flew over it, he reached out with one hand and grasped the pistol,
and with the other he latched on to the tables edge.

With
a small grunt, the only sound he had made since Gillian had yelled
the first pull, he pulled at the table with all of his strength
as he passed over it. The table started to turn on its side as his
grip on it changed the position of his body and forced it to come
down hard on the other side.

The
table started to flip over him.

Quickly,
he released the table and pulled the pistol out of the holster just
as the table landed, giving him a barrier between him and the pop-up
targets.

Thumbing
off the safety, he raised the pistol over the edge as he took a fast
look at the targets and their locations. Taking a two handed grip,
he fired six shots. His own pistol discharging a laser beam just
like the targets had been firing at him.

Course
on standby, Gillian said in a tone of voice that sounded amused,
yet happy and satisfied, it seemed.

At
those words, he slowly stood up and, without looking, clipped the
holster to his belt and then slid the pistol inside it.

Course
on standby, Gillian? Might I inquire as to why? he asked in a
calm tone that was just starting to show a loss of breath.

At
his question, the pop-up targets started to move towards him again.
When they were about six feet from him they stopped. Five of the six
had clear holes burned into the pictures on them. Only one was
unmarked.

You
do
see the problem, right? Gillian asked.

He
laughed at her questioning, for he could see her, standing there,
hands on her hips, right foot tapping, and her blue hear waving in
the slight breeze. I see no problem, Gillianother then you
using Scooby-Doo again as a target. What have I told you about
that before? he said.

Rather
than answer his question; she asked one of her own.

And
the reason you shot poor Chim-Chim, twice? she asked as one of
targets move a little closer. The picture on the target was a monkey
dressed in a pair of red overalls wearing a red and white cap on his
head. Two holes were perfectly placed between the eyes of the image.

The
monkey must die, he growled. Hes evil. Then, he added,
Hes a monkey, hes evil, and he must die.

Channeling
someone, much? Gillian said with a hint of a laugh in her voice.

When
he gave no reply, she went on. Very well: the course is clear
almost, she continued in a sultry and teasing tonebut, the
second that the words were spoken

suddenly,
three more clay pigeons leapt into the air. Without missing a beat,
he pulled the pistol out of the holster in a blur of motion and fired
three shots, beams from the pistol hitting each target and shattering
it into a cloud of dust.

Course
is now clear, Gillian stated. Not bad for an old geezer,
she chucked with sheer satisfaction. On your pigeons, you scored
93 out of 100. On the pop-ups, a perfect score, if you exclude poor,
defenseless Chim-Chim, she added with a continued chuckle.

Please,
Gillian, he said with a hint of a laugh in his own voice as he
re-holstered the pistol, I keep reminding you: Im not old.

Yeah,
you keep telling yourself that, Grandfather she answered and then
fell silent for a moment then added, By the way, the car with
your oldest son, daughter-in-law, and their two children is inbound:
ETA, approximately 20.4 minutes: more than enough time for you to
wash that funk off of your body.

Please,
he suddenly laughed turning to the gate, I have no funk.

Right,
Grandpa: tell me another tall tale. Please and thank you, Gillian
laughed out loud. Would you like me to bring you the evidence?

Please
and thank you? he repeated. Is someone else channeling? he
asked, honestly surprised, and he would have sworn he heard Gillian
snicker.

He
opened the gate, walked though, and then closed it.

Gillian,
Hologram mode please he said.

Suddenly,
a pretty young woman appeared beside him inside the gate. She had
light blue hair that fell to just below her shoulders and looked to
no older then her late teens to early 20s.

Yes,
Gillian asked.

Would
you clean this up for me, please and thank you he asked. The
endearing tone of his words made the hologram quiver for an entire
nano-second.

Gillian
sighed: A womans work is never done, she laughed and nodded
her head. With that, he turned and walked off as a squad of bots
emerged from unseen portals to collect the evidence and replace the
area to its pristine condition as he took off in a dead run to cover
the quarter-mile distance back to the house.

He
stepped from the shower in the master bath of their bathroom into
their bedroom, smiling as his feet lovingly hugged the bamboo
flooring, once again. He remembered the feel from his childhood, and
he was glad he had managed to talk his wife into doing it in their
house. Shed been skeptical, but she loved it now, almost as much
as he did. He quickly got dressed for the dinner party that they had
planned for their kids, grandkids, and friends, for today was their
celebration day: a bittersweet one, but a celebration, nonetheless.

Today
was their wedding anniversary, the day he had married the woman he
loved, the day he had promised to protect her with his very life.
Just as someone else had done, he remembered sadly, combing his
hair.

Though
the official records could have shown her having only married him, at
her insistence, they read as her second marriage and his first. Both
weddings had been held on the same Fetter day, the same
Ferret-time, she had told him with a hint of a small grin: again,
at her insistence. He was certain that she had lost it when she told
him the date and time that she wanted to get married.

He
pulled her out of the living room of his apartment, away from the
wedding planner, and into the kitchen, with neither of them saying a
word. But before he could ask her if she really wanted to marry him
on that same day, he saw the look on her face, and he almost lost it,
himself. It was a look of anger, fear, love both found and lost, and
pleading, all in one chin-quivering smile:

I
dont want to have any more bad memories of that day, she had
whispered before falling into his arms and sobbing. He felt her
love, pouring out, and he loved her too much to disagree with her.

They
were married on that very day and time of her choice: that day that
held so many memories for her and so many other people, as well.

He
could still see, in his minds eye, her walking down that aisle at
their wedding, resplendent in her radiant white wedding dress. The
almost-invisible-unless-you-looked-very-close-and-knew-where-to-look
red stains had been thoroughly cleaned from the dress, but they were
the only parts of it that didnt simply glow to his eyes…

Then,
there was that one spot, directly over her heart

It
was him,
and it would always be therefor it was him, and for him

He
didnt mind, though: he
loved her then, and she still felt his
love, even 25 years later.

She
always had.and, she always would.

And,
amazingly to him, it no longer bothered him, after their first 3-4
years of marriage.

He
buttoned his shirt, adjusted his tie, and pulled his jacket from the
closet. Looking into the mirror, he smiled: after all these years,
he still looked young, he thought with the vision of one who wanted
to believe his youth hadnt all gone away, no matter what his
grandchildren and Gillian said to him.

With
that, he opened the bedroom door and had both legs captured by
grandchildren: a young boy of 4 and his fraternal twin sister. He
laughed, remembering how his wife had gone ballistic when their
20-year-old son had come home, engaged to a 26-year-old woman. She
sure changed her tone when the twins were born and the doctor placed
them in her arms, though, he laughed inside as he hugged them
both.

Grandfather!
both yelled as they hugged his legs, and he grinned as he bent down
to hug them back.

Grandfather,
the young boy spoke, can I ask you a question?

You
have the ability, he replied, and the girl giggled while the young
boy rolled his eyes and sighed in youthful exasperation.

May
I ask you a question, Grandfather? the boy re-stated the question,
and he nodded in response.

You
may, indeed, he replied, and he was pulled from the bedroom door,
though the hallway, and into the great room. In the center of the
secondary seating area was a low table: on it was an open photo
album.

It
was bound to happen, he thought with a sad sigh. His eyesight
hadnt failed him, even at this age. He still had 20/15 vision and
didnt need either glasses or that new-fangled corrective bio-sonic
eye surgery that was all the rage. He could make out the wedding
pictures that the album was opened to, even at this distance.

Grandfather,
who is this man with Grandmother? the young boy asked as he pulled
him to the table, pointing to the picture of the wedding party. He
grimaced internally before speaking with a smile on his face.

Thats
the man who would have been your grandfather, he said calmly.

The
young boy clearly looked confused. Did he marry Grandmother?
the boy asked, and he nodded.

Then,
where were you?
the young girl asked, surprise and confusion both sounding in her
voice.

I
was around, just not in those pictures, he explained.

Who
are all of those people? the girl asked.

The
older woman and man are your great-grandmother Anne and
great-grandfather James, a soft, yet rich, contralto voice came up
behind him. He smiled as a pair of slender, strong, and loving
feminine hands wrapped around his waist, the long fingers
intertwining on his abs. He could feel her head as she placed it onto
his shoulder, and he could smell her shampoo and feel her hair. He
grinned inside: both sensations brought a smile to his face outside.

Those
two young men, she said, removing her right hand and pointing at
the pair of young men in the photograph, are your great-uncles
Jim, and Tim. She paused for a moment, then pointed at another
young man, sitting in what looked like a high-tech wheelchair, and
his lap being occupied by a dark-skinned young woman, before
continuing to speak: the lady, sitting in that young mans
lap, is my best friend, Monique. The man who is smiling so much is
her fianc, Felix. She then pointed at the large man in the
background and smiled. The mountain of a man behind us all is your
uncle Mike, and the smiling young blonde wrapped up in his arms is
his fiance, now wife, Aunt Justine.

Is
Monique where Cousin Mon got her name? the boy asked, and the
woman nodded.

But,
Grandmother, who is the cute blonde young man, standing with you and
smiling so big with your arms around each other? the girl asked.
He looks weird, but I think I like him, she added, and the
grandmother smiled.

He
chuckled, for he remembered both of them, and their relationship, all
too well She sounds just like her grandmother did, back in the
day: her late teens, he thought, back to when he had first met
them.

Thats
Ron, sweetheart: he was my husband. He didnt have to see her
face to know what had appeared there for only a moment: a bittersweet
smile on her lips, and a faraway look in her eyes. He had seen it,
in their early days together, before they were married, far too
oftenusually followed by her running off and sobbing in what she
thought was a sound-proof room.

It
wasnt, and his heart broke every time he heard her cry. At
least, I was successful in one thing: she doesnt cry as hard or as
long, anymore, he thought.

When?
the girl demanded, hands balled up on her hips, and the grandfather
grinned inside as his granddaughter, once again, reminded him of her
grandmother, but he then felt his wife squeeze him gently and
lovingly, but with that touch he recognized.

We
were married for six hours and 23 minutes, she replied.

What
happened to him? the boy asked, still confused.

He
died, she responded after a second or two, and both the young boy
and girl gasped at the answer.

What
happened, Grandmother? the young girl asked, a confused tone in
her voice. You must have been deva-deva-, she paused,
took a breath, stood up straight and announced devastated. Her
grandmother smiled and reached out to pat her head.

She
takes after her grandmother, Madam Secretary-General, a rich
baritone voice came from the doorway. Looking up, he could see,
standing in the hallway, a medium-height, slightly graying
African-American man, holding the hand of a lovely and shapely
redheaded woman. Both of them were smiling, and he smiled at the
African-Americans hair, the grays sticking straight out as if to
strike out at the tight black curls of hair surrounding them

You
should talk, Director, the grandmother laughed and stepped up to
hug him.

You
need to tell them, Madam Secretary-General: you need to tell your
story. Ill bet youll make both your children and
grandchildren all very happy and proud of youeven more than they
are already, the African-American man grinned, but his face added
an unspoken message: and, youll feel better when you do.

Youre
probably right, she nodded back at him.

The
Director had been with her long enough to read her body language, and
he stepped forward and kissed her cheek.

Thank
you, he whispered, from all of us who truly love you, he
added, and they hugged once again.

But,
later in the evening: not at dinner, she stated, and the Director
laughed.

Youre
cooking?
he feigned shock as he placed a hand over his heart and took a full
Hollywood over-acted step back, and she punched him in the shoulder
for it.

You
love my cooking, she laughed.

Indeed
I do, he smiled.

As
the young boy and girl pulled their grandparents from the room, the
man the grandmother had called Director walked over to the open
album. The lovely red-haired woman came with him. Both looked down
at the photo, and he felt the woman re-take his hand in hers and give
it a gentle, but loving, squeeze. He looked into her eyes for a
moment, and then looked back at the picture of the wedding party.

With
his free hand, he traced a finger over the picture of the blond young
man, Ron, and muttered under his breath:

You
would have loved her cooking, Ron: especially her trout. She finally
learned to cook, and cook well: all to remember and honor you, my
friend.

Rest
well, he whispered, touching the cheek of the man in the picture.

Ron
smiled up at him from the picture, and the Director felt his wife
place a hand on his shoulder.

Im
all right, Liz, he whispered, and she squeezed his shoulder.

I
know, Wade, but I also know that it still hurts, even now, she
whispered back, and he leaned back into her.

He
turned his head slightly and kissed her cheek. Thank you, love,
he whispered. The doorbell rang, and Wade and Elizabeth Load stood
straight and went to the door to greet the next group of arriving
guests.

So,
what do you think, darlin?

Joss
Lara grinned at her husbands question as they walked up the
sidewalk when Joss, an evil grin unseen by him, crossed her face and
transferred down her arm to her goosing her husband.

It
had the desired reaction:

JOSS!
Brady jumped, and then he laughed.

Im
still likin the buns, hubby, she smirked, and Brady blushed.

Youre
ok with Wade being here, right? he asked, and she pshawed at
him.

Thats
the past, hubby: weve been working together on BlazeIT!
for like, forever,
even after it happened, she replied as she rang the bell.

After
he left you, you mean, he added, and Joss turned around and glared
at him, her eyes blazing with ice-blue fire.

If
youd just lost the only person outside of your
family that had faith in you,
that stood by you,
that watched as you
won your
prize, that had gone through Algebra hell and back with you,
Bradywell, youd be a little messed up, too she blurted out
with a snarl that twisted her face and clearly displayed the emotions
that, even after all these years, she still carried deep inside but
occasionally surfaced with a vengeance onto her sleeve and filled her
heart. She took a few deep breaths, her face relaxed, and the fire
in her eyes began to smolder out. Im sorry, Honey, she
spoke in her normal tone of voice, but sometimes, even after this
long, it still hurts a bit sometimes it hurts a bit more than
that, too. Joss paused as she looked into her husbands eyes,
and found nothing but love, looking back at her. But, thats
not important now, Sweetheart: whats important is why we are here.
He was my cousins first love, and my trainer, my Sensei, as well
she finished with a smile.

I
know, lil darling, he grinned, and she swatted at him and
laughed. I just worry about you, thats all.

And,
I love having you worry about me, Brady-kins, she giggled,
reaching over and pulling his face to hers for a mind-blowing kiss.

Geez,
cant you two get a room or something? came from the speaker in
the outer wall, net to the door, before the door opened to reveal
Wade and Elizabeth Load, both laughing.

Hey,
almost, Wade said, a smile appearing on his face that was both
happiness and bittersweet as he held out his hand. Joss reached out
with her own hand, and they both pulled at each other, meeting in the
middle for a hug. As Wade started to release her, Joss stood on her
toes and pulled him into a kiss: a kiss that reminded them both of
what might have been.

Hey
there, might-have-been, she grinned when their lips separated.
Youve been practicin, I see, she added with a smirk.

He
has, Elizabeth laughed as she hugged Joss. Thanks for warming
him up, Joss, she added with a wink, and Joss laughed.

Things
in the car? Wade asked, and Joss nodded. All four headed back to
the Lara minivan to grab the gifts for the party.

Where
there is loveIll be there.

Maam,
Gillian spoke, and the grandmother looked up from chopping cilantro
in the kitchen as Gillians voice broke into the music, the
former Director and her husband, Provost Cotton and her husband, and
Ms. Hana Stoppable are arriving shortly via tube, she reported.

What
about Jessica? she asked.

She,
Rear Admiral Peterson, and her husband are landing shortly from D.
C., Gillian reported. The cars are waiting for them at the
BlazeIT!
hanger, inside the secure complex at Middleton International. They
should be landing within the next 47.35 minutes.

Thank
you, Gillian, she replied as she placed the knife on the counter
and pulled out the trays of steaks and vegetables, placing then on
the counter to warm slightly from their chilled prison in the
refrigerator before applying the final brush of marinade and dash of
spices for grilling.

He
smiled as Gillian re-started the song and his wife unconsciously
began to sway with it. He remembered how his wife had told him that
Ron, in college, had discovered The King of Pop, his story, and
his music. Hed laughed at first, but he started to listen and
read about his life. He lived my life: never be normal,
he had told her, smiling as he attempted, with little success and
lots of laughter, to copy his dance moves. Besides, he wrote a
song about a rat: how cool is that? he had told her. Her response
was to slam a Naco onto the top of his head, beef-and-cheese-side
downand followed the dripping face with kisses to remove the Naco
cheese.

Are
you all right? her husband asked, and she smiled as she placed the
trays on the counter.

Im
fine, she re-assured him, never better.

You
didnt sleep well last night, he reminded her, and she chuckled
silently.

Picking
up the knife, she started slicing up the vegetables for grilling.
Do you stay up and watch me sleep? she grinned into the task,
away from his line of sight for a moment before looking over her
shoulder at him for a second. Only after that glance did she return
her full attention to the work at hand.

Of
course, my darling, he chuckled and dodged the whole flying tomato
that barely missed his head, landing with a splash in a pot of
water on the stovetop, as if it had been just waiting for a hot bath
and now needing a rinse and a towel. What man wouldnt want to
be lying on a bed, next to you, and be allowed to watch you sleep?

Heh,
she grinned. Youre just happy I married you, she laughed.

Oh,
believe me, I am, my love, he replied with a huge smile. You
dont know how many times I have fallen to my knees and thanked Him
for pulling my head from my rump, he replied, and she walked over
to him and stood in front of him, leaning over and gently kissed his
cheek.

I
guess Ill keep you around, she whispered. Handing him the
knife, her hands went to his back and lowerand she squeezed his
rear end, generating a Yelp! from him and a bigger smile from her.

Youve
been working out, I see, she grinned. Nice, she added,
pinching this time.

Just
trying to keep up with the new group of agents, he laughed,
placing the knife on the counter and wrapping his arms around his
wife.

Youre
dong a good job, dear, she whispered, nuzzling his neck.

Youre
supposed to be cooking the food, please and thank you, not each
other, Liz announced, and Joss laughed as she and Liz both stood
in the door, watching the couple in their kitchen.

Gee,
Cuz, get a room: dont corrupt the young-uns, Joss laughed. By
the way: Dad picked out the best buffalo in the herd for those
celebration steaks, she added, pointing at the counter. Prep
work looks pretty good on them, lip-smacker, she added with a
wink, and the man in Kims arms laughed.

Thanks,
Joss, he replied, and then added, are you keeping Brady
straight?

Thats
Mission: Non-Possible, Joss laughed as Brady entered the
room with Wade.

Shes
trying, he countered.

No,
dear: youre the one whos trying Joss shot back, and
Wade and Liz both laughed.

Nice
use of alternate definitions, Joss: been studying, much? Wade
asked, and Joss blew him a raspberry.

Some
things, and people, never change, Sweet Tea, Wade dead-panned, and
Joss grabbed a tomato from the counter and hit her target square in
the chest.

Kim
looked at her husband, and she knew that look in his eyes: she had
seen it there, many times, over the last 25 years of their marriage.
It was a look that held both love and mischief deluxe, at the same
time, a look that she never would have thought to see come from his
eyes the first time that she met him.

Without
any warning, her husband picked her up, flipped her over his
shoulder, and started out of the room.

If
you will excuse us both, we were told to get a room and not to
corrupt the children. By some strange quirk of fate, we just happen
to own this house and have a room available. And, he grinned with
a look that would have made demons dance with glee, I suddenly
feel the need to kiss my wife, quite completely and totally.

Everyone
in the kitchen starting laughing as Kim pounded on her
husbands back, making everyone laugh harder. They could hear Kim
call out for him to Put me down! but they could also hear the
laughter in it.

Put
me down,
please and thank you, she laughed.

Dang
it, Will: put me down, so I can kiss you, you crazy husband!

The
laughter followed them down the hallway into their bedroom, and the
door slammed to the chorus. There was silence, and then

WILLIAM
DU!

SHAME
ON YOU!

WILL
the sounds vanished, followed only by soft moans coming from the
bedroom.

CUZ!
Joss yelled, holding her hands over the young girls ears. There
are impressionable children out here! she laughed.

What
are Grandmother and Grandfather doing? the girl asked, and Liz
laughed when Wade dropped his head into his palms, laughing the
entire time.

chapter complete.

A/N
Afterward:

Its
Will and Kims Silver wedding anniversarywhat should be a
totally happy event and time is bittersweet

for,
if lovin Ron was
or is
wrong, then Kim doesnt ever want to be right.

By
the way: Will, her husband, agrees with her.

There
is a small homage in this chapter that came the night before
publishing (thank the squirrel that sat on the gate that I had to
open to leave the house and the two bunnies that waited for me on my
way home) to a unique individual who passed away yesterday (June 25,
2009) who, I am certain, lived Rons Never Be Normal! mantra:
Michael Jackson. His music impacted millions, including some
fanfiction writers.

Along
with Ed McMahon and Farrah Fawcett, I wish them and Michael peace.

This
major family of plot bunnies emerged from two stories that I wrote:
Oops, and a KP-TZ episode: Going Home. In both I mentioned
an alternate universe where Kim and Will were married. Needless to
say, I got some interesting responses, and one persistent individual
who continued to ask me when I was going to write the full story.

Well,
ladies and gentlemen, its startingso, all the screams can be
directed at all of us.

Why,
you, the readers ask?

This
is a jointly-crafter story between four unique individuals,
each adding their own unique flavor, texture, spices, and contents to
the dish: ja and kt (of jakt), Star_Eva01, and yours truly, cpneb.

When
I suggested the collaboration, based on the level of contribution Id
received from then in their beta work, I got the following
responses:

Im
just a beta.

In
a pigs eye! If you think Im going to tolerate this for one
instant

I
didnt listen to them, and Im not sorry I didnt have the
discipline to say no to the bunnies.

Welcome,
my friends, to If lovin you is wrong, brought to you by catS
(cpneb,
ja,
kt,
and Star_eva01),
a four-way writers collaboration.

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