Kim Possible Porn Story: Amnesia – Chapter 3
The atmosphere in the restaurant was very romantic, if not intoxicating; slow burning candles were in the middle of each linen draped table each flanked by a beautiful crimson rose, and fine, slow playing music gently swam around them. Kim couldn’t help but notice in a fleeting thought that he had gone to a lot of trouble – and expense- for this date.
While they had been carefully eating their respective dishes, Kim and Ron just couldn’t help themselves from falling into each others eyes.
Her beautiful green eyes had forcibly ensnared his attention just after they had sat down (leading to a slightly embarrassing situation for them both when it came to ordering their respective meals) and he just couldn’t believe how much of a lucky man he was. She had been -and still was– his best friend since Pre-K, and now she was his girlfriend -his proud girlfriend- for over half a year now…she was his soul mate, though obviously he would never admit that to anyone.
In the meantime, Kim had also been quietly reflecting over their current relationship; how it started from ‘just’ being best and closest friends for over a decade to when they first kissed at the junior prom. She couldn’t help but smile dreamily at that memory and every time ‘their’ song came on, she and Ron often found themselves grinning to a ridiculous and over the top extent, much to their mutual amusement.
She was proud to be Ron’s girlfriend, and he knew it…at least, she hoped he did.
Continuing to reminisce, Synthodrone 901 angrily forced itself into her blissful thoughts with its fake suave and charm, and the memory of her kissing it -alongside the feelings she’d began to develop for it– began to make her feel sick and nauseated. Quickly thinking back to the kiss Ron had given her this morning at Bueno Nacho however, quickly caused both that memory and the nausea to rapidly pass and fade away, replaced with excitement, optimism and love.
As they were both happily reminiscing and eating, a familiar set of high pitched tones from Kim’s wrist made them both get simultaneously pulled back to reality.
Beep beep beepbeep.
Beep beep beepbeep.
No, Kim lamented to herself, not now!
She knew she’d have to answer it, as it might of been an emergency.
Irritably taking a second to blow back a thick lock of her luxurious red hair which had fallen over her face and to roll her eyes upwards to the restaurants fancy ceiling, she glanced back down past her half eaten meal to the wrist mounted Kimmunicator. She was clearly annoyed but Ron, on the other hand, just seemed disappointed. He gave out a small and barely audible sigh accompanied with an all too knowing look at Kim before surrendering his knife and fork to the table.
She’d felt incredibly guilty about this as Ron, by quick estimates, must of spent nearly over an entire months worth of wages paying for everything, and she certainly knew attaining reservations here weren’t exactly easy. For a brief second she idly wondered why Ron didn’t ask Wade to ‘speed things up’ like he did last time, but she quickly surmised that Ron wanted to do this all himself for her.
A romantic surprise, she sighed to herself bitterly, pity I ruined it.
Despite his best attempts to hide it, she could just sense the disappointment radiating from him…and the resurfacing of the polite point in his mind that he’d tried to make to her earlier about possibly leaving the Kimmunicator at home whilst they were on their date. She had brazenly challenged and disregarded this suggestion however, stating that although saving the world was obviously important, it would be ‘ferociously’ unlikely that any emergency would occur or that any villain would be up to something in the span of just a few hours so they could enjoy themselves.
How wrong she was. Smooth going Possible!
Go Wade.
Noticing her irked tone of voice and the fact she had her finest and fanciest sky blue dress on, Wade automatically figured out that he’d interrupted an important romantic date between her and Ron.
Let me guess, he mumbled apologetically, date?
Kim’s deadpan and slightly depressed expression said it all.
Well, Wade mused quietly to himself, they say a picture is worth a thousands words.
So what’s the sitch?
We’ve got an emergency hit on the site, Drakken and Shego are raiding a-
Top secret laboratory? Kim interjected. Wade simply smiled. Same old Kim.
Bingo. They’re after a new piece of technology being worked on in the Amazon which will actually allow the rearrangement of molecular bonds, essentially changing matter on a whim…or a setting.
Kim knew what that meant; they could turn the most useless of rocks into diamonds and other precious stones and scrap metal into gold, essentially giving them unlimited funding…or, knowing Drakken, to try yet another overly complicated and ridiculous plot with yet another ray gun or doomsday device. Sighing, she quickly shot another glance back at both hers and Ron’s half eaten dishes, and then again to the rose and the candle which was burning itself solemnly in the middle of the table.
Slumping her shoulders somewhat, she turned back to Wade’s smiling image and sadly asked, Ride?
Wade just nodded and said, There in five.
Outside the restaurant? Well that’s going to go down well with the management. Ron dead panned.
Kim simply mumbled, You rock Wade.
Hey Kim? Wade chipped in at the last second, Sorry for ruining your date.
At that, Kim gave him her -as Ron usually puts it- trademark smile.
No big Wade, it’s not like your fault the bad guys decided to choose this time to ruin a perfect evening.
Wade noted that the end of that was particular aggressive in tone, so he just nodded in reply before flicking off the link. Man, he thought amusedly, Drakken and Shego aren’t going to know what hit them.
Looking back up at Ron, she found him shaking his head in a very I told you so! sort of way and with his arms crossed. His eyes also seemed to be scouting the ceiling, away from Kim’s own.
Sorry Ron.
Judging from the desperate expression on her face, she was clearly humbled by the situation. It was obvious she was still feeling incredibly guilty that the hard planned evening was ruined, and after a few awkward seconds Ron finally turned his attention back to her. In spite of her worst fears of it becoming a tiff, he just smiled and gave her the thumbs up.
Not your fault KP, the Ron man can get with the program.
Now smiling somewhat, she simply muttered, Mission clothes in the back of the Sloth Ron, let’s move, we’ve only got five.
Lowering herself down to the floor for a moment to remove her new sparkling high heels, she missed the slip in his faade; the familiar old hurt look of disappointment and exasperation had resurfaced through the cracks and back onto his face for just a split second, but as soon as she raised herself back up from the floor and past the linen table dress, the expression was gone.
Ugh, great! she growled, suddenly angry, Of all the times!
Ron looked over the side of the table to see that one of her high heels had broken off at its hilt.
Authors note; got a bit sleepy while writing this, so there’s probably a few errors in it. When I’m more awake/alert, I’ll fix them and upload the fixed version, but in the meantime, enjoy! ^^
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