Kim Possible Porn Story: Birth and Rebirth 01 Will I Chapter 5

Birth, and Rebirth 01: Will I?

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A/N Forward:

This is the tale of two individuals: how their lives wind and unwind as they twist and turn together, and how their lives both intertwine and fuse with the lives of others, creating relationships that last for…well, that last for a lifetime, and for more than eternity itself.

I apologize for the delay in updating: Will can take a lot of thought.

A Will Du tale…

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Chapter 5: Nurture plant

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The weeks went by quickly for Will, but he wasnt really paying attention to the passage of time.

His attention was on something else; or, more precisely, someone else: a certain Navy Commander who had his full attention: physically, mentally and something else, too, but he just couldnt put his finger on it or why.

He only saw her infrequently, him being on assignments and her at the office and the Bunker, but every time was a treat for him.

And, for the life of him, that very joy simultaneously vexed him so.

He sat in his apartment, meditating at his shrine to his ancestors, when he realized:

I really like her, and Ive been avoiding her all this time!

He jumped up in surprise: he would have sworn he felt Shego slap him in the back and heard her laughing over his shoulder, saying DOI!

Dinner, he thought: Ill make dinner for her, and he began to plan.

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Lindsey received the email, read it in disbelief, and printed it off. She got up and walked down the hall, pausing to knock on the door frame of the office of Global Justice Agent Rebecca Jane Casey.

Rebecca Jane looked up, grinned, and motioned for Lindsey to come in as she closed down the video conference that was just ending. Whats up, Linds?

Will, she responded, and Rebecca Jane cringed.

He sent me an email from his Blueberry, asking me to come over. He said he would cook for me! Lindsey continued, and Rebecca Jane was silent for a few moments

and then she laughed out loud, long and hard: long enough that Lindsey began to become annoyed.

Its about damn time, Rebecca Jane finally said when she quit laughing and only after Lindsey looked at her with a looked that promised years of pain and torture.

Linds, cant you tell? Rebecca Jane laughed. That boy has it bad for you. The only question on the table now is how long itll take him to screw it up and drive you away, she added.

Never, Lindsey thought and thought hard, but then she processed the past weeks information and comments from the rest of her girlfriends like the entire array of GJ computers working on an end-game scenario: Whoa, Will likes ME? She smiled inside.

Rebecca Jane swore she saw little wisps of steam coming from Lindseys ears for a few seconds before she continued. You mean, you never realized. She stared at Lindsey in shock. GF, we may have to suspend your womans intuition license if you never caught him sniffing around you.

Well, Lindsey blushed, and Rebecca Jane caught it immediately. She leaned back in her chair and let loose another healthy laugh. Well, Ill beyouve got it bad for little Willie, dont you? She asked with an accusatory wag of a finger.

He is super-de-lish, Lindsey began, and then she slapped her hand over her mouth in horror before she could complete the sentence, but it was too late.

Oh, a Will Du burger? Rebecca Jane smiled. Hold the pickles, hold the lettuce, Rebecca Jane sang, and Lindsey growled. Watch yourself, Linds, or youll end up Lindsey Du, she chuckled.

The thought of becoming Lindsey Peterson Du ran through her mind for a nanosecond, but it took up residence next to a large internal smile of happiness. It could happen, she thought.

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Lindsey stood in front of the apartment door, holding a bottle, more nervous than she had ever been in her life, she though. For someone who had not ever sweated (well, except for her sessions in the Bunker workout rooms), she felt soaked to the bone right now.

Why am I nervous? she asked herself. Its just a date, she said to herself and punched the doorbell, shattering the inner mechanism and the button with the force of her finger, not noticing.

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Will was finishing the table setting when the doorbell rang, and he smiled. She really came, he thought, it wasnt just a joke to her, he added as he walked out of the dining area and into the living room. He glanced at the soccer match, turned off the television, and touched the sound remote to start up his music mix: soft, soothing, relaxing, and perfect for the meal.

He glance at himself in the mirror, brushed away a stray hair from his shirt, turned, and opened the door.

She was there.

She was beautiful

She was a goddessno, she was a Valkyrie, come to take him to Valhalla.

He was in love, forever.

He felt his jaw drop through the ground, and he would have sworn he heard angels singing.

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The door opened, and she looked at him.

He was there.

He was handsome.

He was a Greek God, sent from the heavens above to Earth for her, and her alone.

She was madly, head-over-heels, kill-me-now, in love…

and, of that she was certain.

Her mentally-subdued hormones lost control, and the physical hormones kicked into super-high gear, causing a train wreck of epic proportions between the mental and the physical opposing forces.

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The silence lasted for only a few seconds, but to each of them it was an eternity.

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Will broke the silence first with a semi-forced smile. Good evening, Commander Peterson. He decided that he smile would be a better idea than his other oneand he mentally grinned inside at that thought.

Lindsey, please, she smiled, or well spend all evening with me calling you Supervising Agent Du.

Will was in even worse shape, and it was because of that smile, among other reasons, but especially her smile. He felt both of his legs begin to quiver, and he steadied himself against the door frame in a relaxed manner. Would would you like to come in? he asked, attempting to be suave.

Yes, she smiled once again, and then she sniffed and smiled even bigger. Im glad I brought the burgundy: it smells like thats the only thing that could handle your dinner, she handed him the chilled bottle in the paper bag as she stepped forward. He backed up a bit and allowed her to enter as he took the bottle.

She immediately surveyed the surroundings and smiled inwardly. This was not a typical bachelor pad: it was the home of a gentleman with minimalist, but exquisite taste. No dead or dying college futon resided here: in its place was a high-end tasteful tanned leather sofa and love seat combination. The television in the room was a wall-mounted flat-panel set, most likely a 42-inch model. The floor was bamboo: eco-friendly. Size-appropriate pictures tastefully graced the walls. All of the lighting was recessed, and she could hear music playing softly in the background. Hes either been in my MePod, or he likes much of the same music that I do, she thought as she stopped dead in her tracks and stared at the table setting.

She glanced to the side at Will and what he was wearing and then looked back at the table setting, and she realized that this was most definitely a person of style. The tablecloth was black, and the china dishes on it were a stark white. The napkins were a burgundy, and the two tall lit tapers stood watch over the table, their white-and-burgundy stripes blending rather than being obtrusive.

Will, she had noticed when she glanced at him, was wearing black slacks, his GJ black boots shined to perfection, a stark white starched shirt with a burgundy tie containing a tiny red stripe in it, crossing from right downward to left.

To take her mind from her Prince in distress and rescuing princess mode, she casually asked as she turned to face him, So, Will: whats for dinner?

Will just stared, and Lindsey took her hand, placing it under his chin and gently pushed it upward. With a wry smile, she chided him: my eyes are up here, Agent Du.

Its…it’s the dress, he stammered, and whats inside, he thought with an angelic/devilish grin. Its beautiful, and I never would have imagined that it would have worked as well as it does on you…but, I suppose, he added with a smile, that anything on you would work, and off of you, as well, he finished the sentence in his mind.

Why, thank you, kind sir, Lindsey awkwardly grinned, while her GJ training for dealing with these types of distractions and situations began melting away her resolve into nothingness.

Will was shocked and very pleasantly surprised at her attire, mainly because she wore a dress that he could not imagine any female GJ agent wearing. The floral print was a base white, and the pastel flowers were multiple shades of orange, medium green, pale blue, red, and yellow flowers that covered the dress in no set pattern, but still allowed the base white to come through. The dress was held on Lindseys shoulders by red-and-white spaghetti straps, and gave Will all sorts of ideas that were unbecoming an officer and a gentleman in Global Justice or the military. The dress had a tie in the back, he remembered from being behind her, and the back itself scooped under her well-formed shoulders and upper back area.

The pleating at her waist was horizontal, and it was an empire waist, he realized. The lower hem fell just above her knees, and tulle came about an inch past the dress hem, giving the hint of the dress floating above her legs. He grinned inside: most men would have no idea of empire waists or of tulle, but his older sister and mother had both taught him when he was youngerand, before Sis left, the sad thought popped into his head for a moment but quickly passed.

Her shoulders, and her neck…Will wanted to become a slave to those beautifully sculpted shoulders, and what he wanted to do with her neck.well, he grinned and offered her his hand while mentally slapping himself silly. She certainly wasnt that sort of girl, and he knew it. She was something morerefined: that vexed him so and, simultaneously, turned his hormones upside down.

I hope youre hungry, though I cant see where you could put any food in that dress, he smiled as he led her to her seat at the table, pulling the chair out with one hand while motioning to it with the other. After she sat, he took her napkin, fluffed it, and placed it in her lap with the style and grace of a matre-d’ with long years of practice, leaning over and discreetly smelling her.

Delicious was his thought as he lifted his head and smiled, and she smiled back at him. He took that smile into the kitchen as he headed for the stove, reaching for his cooking attire as he closed the kitchen door.

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Lindsey remembered the smell of his hair when he leaned over to place the napkin in her lap, and she was certain that he was trying to get a good look at the girls on the way back up, and that pleased her. She was, in her opinion, nowhere near as developed as Rebecca Jane or Betty, but she felt comfortable with what she had. The fact that he was trying to look that made her smile inside.

She sniffed again, and she smelled the wonderful smells of that last trip shed taken to New Orleans, Louisiana, after Hurricane Katrina, with her mentor, Admiral Claudia Rose English. They had gone down on a commercial flight on both work and a well-deserved break. The Admiral had explained her rationale for flying a commercial carrier to Lindsey on the flight down: Lindsey, these people have paid taxes for us to be able to work. Its the least we can do to spend some of our own money, not taxpayer funds, to help these folk get back on their feet. That comment was one more reason that Lindsey was certain that Claudia Rose was destined for sainthood: she tipped everyone at least 30 per cent, and the street musicians that she found and that had suffered her singing along with them each got a US 100-dollar bill from her. She was certain that she saw several of the wait-staff at the hotel crying when they checked out.

But, it was that special dish that Claudia Rose had introduced her to, that thing she called jambalaya, that turned Lindsey on to Cajun cuisine. The chef, it turned out, was a personal friend of the Admiral, and he came out of the kitchen to greet the Admiral with a kiss on the check. He then followed up by introducing himself to Lindsey and kissing her hand; she was not quite prepared him or that at the time, but had since seen him do several times on his shows and guest appearances on others on the Chow Channel.

The chef quickly escorted them, much to the envious looks of several patrons in the restaurant, to the Chefs Table, just inside the kitchen door and talked with them as he personally made their jambalaya. Lindsey remembered laughing when he used his signature POW! as he topped the final dish with the chopped parsley and served it will all of the flare that he was famous for. Then, he surprised her once again as he pulled up another chair and joined them for dinner, keeping a steady conversation going with the Admiral and herself well, he and the Admiral ate, while Lindsey moaned with pleasure and delight with every smell and bite, much to the chefs delight and the Admirals amusement.

It was those smells that came to mind as she sat, and Will rolled through the kitchen door singing:

Roux, Roux, Roux your cart, gently through the door.merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, you will want lots more, he sang, and she couldnt help but laugh at his song and with him for his singing.

I hope you like Cajun, he smiled as he lifted the lid on the huge serving dish, and Lindseys smile let Will know hed hit the mark as he lifted the lid of the dish containing the dirty rice and began to plate dinner for the both of them. He opened the wine bottle, allowed her to sniff the cork, poured a swirl for her approval, and served her a half-glass before he poured his and sat down, across the table from her.

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Will, where did you learn to cook like this? she asked halfway through the second dish of jambalaya and dirty rice.

GJ sent me to culinary school for a few months to prepare for a mission, Lindsey, he replied. I studied with several head chefs before I went undercover for four months. That, plus my moms training at the stove, served me well.

It shows, she took another forkful. This reminds me of a meal I had at the Legacy, down in the Quarter.

It should, he smiled. I studied with him, he added, and Lindsey dropped her fork, bringing a small smile to his face

Do you use a Dutch oven? She asked, lifting her fork and taking another bite as he shook his head no.

He told me that it wasnt jambalaya unless it was started and finished in a large iron pot, he grinned. He also told me it should always be done outdoors or over a wood-burning fire, but I was all out of wooded areas in the parking lot, so I did it indoors, he laughed.

I took his four large yellow onions and turned it into three large yellow and one large white for the contrast, he explained, and Lindsey unknowingly leaned forward to listen. I cut up one whole chicken and browned the pieces and the sausage together, then added the ham for the last minute. Then, I removed the meat into a large pan and cooked down the onions and garlic, being careful not to burn them. After they were done, I added back the chicken and sausage and enough water to cover the entire creation. I seasoned, liberally with salt, pepper, onion powder, garlic powder, and red pepper flakes to taste and let the dish simmer until the meats were done; and then, I added the two chopped bell and three chopped banana peppers, and then added the chopped green onions.

After stirring just a bit, he grinned, I added the rice and continued the simmer for another 15 minutes before I began to bring the bottom contents to the surface in a large single turnover of the food to make certain that nothing sticks to or burns at the bottom of the pan. I added the two pounds of shrimp and the ham while stirring in the rice, and everything was done when the water is all cooked out of the rice.

I like my jambalaya meaty; thats why I served the dirty rice underneath it. Its a good combination, in my opinion, he leaned back in his chair and smiled, then let out an uncharacteristically-loud BUUUUUUUUUUUURP!

Lindsey giggled.

Excuse me, Will smiled.

This was delicious, and so was your description of your cooking, Lindsey said, then grew quiet for a moment, listening to the music.

I love this song: would you like to dance? She asked him, standing up and walking around the table to his seat and holding out her hand.

Normally, I do the asking, but normally I dont do the cooking, so, he grinned, taking her hand and standing. She pulled him into the living room.

Will knew that Lindsey was taller, but he hadnt been this close before, and his head was right at the level with her beautiful, creamy shoulders. She pulled him in close, he leaned his head onto her shoulder, and they dancedwell, more swayed than dance.

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She felt his strong arms wrapped around her, and she knew she was loved.

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He tasted her shoulder, and he knew he was hooked.

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He looked up into those eyes.

She looked down into his eyes.

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Faces marched toward each other, and their lips touched tentatively, and then with the certainty of the sunrise the man and woman kissed passionately.

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The shared kiss drained all of the poisons of failed relationships from one person to the other, and their shared pain diminished it for both of them. Their hands held the other tightly, as if they were afraid that the other was a dream.

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Lindsey opened her eyes a bit and saw that Will was smiling more than she had ever seen him do so. She was happy, and she knew she wanted to spend more time with himand more quality time, as well.

Oh, William, she whispered, her voice filled with emotion and with something that seemed to come from deep inside. She realized that there was an empty place in her heart that, somehow, she could sense he could fill, could heal. Closing her eyes and opening herself more then she thought she could, she pulled him closer.

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Will heard the words, heard something in her voice calling to him, calling to a part of him that was empty, a part that he had walled off from everything and everyone, years ago.

Two words, spoken with such feeling, such emotion: two words that called out to that walled-off place inside his soul, and brought forth the same two words, said with the same feeling, the same emotionsbut in a different voice. Hearing those words inside his own heart, inside his own mind, snapped Wills eyes open, and he stared in horror at the person in his arms.

She used to call him that.

HHe lived to her say that

…but this wasnt her.

He was evil.

He didnt deserve her.

He didnt deserve Lindsey.

He was a monster, and he was not worthy of either of them.

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He managed to pry her arms from around him, and Lindseys eyes opened in surprise at the unexpected action to see Supervising Agent Will Du from the office standing there in front of her, not the kind and gentle Will Du who had just finished cooking for her.

Lindsey, Im sorry, but you have to leave, he said, his voice was calm but somewhat cold, as he hurried her toward the front door and, opening it, guided her out. Thank you for a wonderful evening, and he slammed and locked the door behind her.

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What the? she said, and then she heard a frightening sound from through the door:

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Will faced the closed door then suddenly slammed his head against it twice with enough force to dent it on the side facing him. Turning, he pressed his back to the door as he slowly slid to the floor, tears pouring from his eyes. Once sitting on the floor, he again slammed the door, this time with the back of his head, leaving a matching dent to the one he had just made above.

He sat, slowly pulling his legs up, wrapping his arms around his knees, and Will Du

.began to sob uncontrollably:

Keri, Im sorry

Keri, Im sorry

Keri, I didnt forget youIm sorry

Keri, please forgive me

He turned his head skyward and, at the top of his lungs, yelled:

Keri, I miss you so!

and his sobs continued for several minutes as he rocked back and forth on one side of the door, not knowing that someone was listening.

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On the other side of the door, Lindsey listened in horror to Wills sounds, trying to decide if she should go in after him or not.

Finally, she made her decision and reached into the concealed pouch at the waist of her dress. Pulling out her cell, she opened it, hit speed-dial seven, and lifted the phone to her ear as she walked away from the door, the sobs getting softer as she walked further away and her own tears coming down even harder with each step.

Dr. Director? Its Lindsey. Do you have some time? Silence, thenWhere are you? Lindsey grimaced, but she headed for the room at the end of the hall. Ill be at the Bunker in 15 minutes.

She stepped into the room after palming the concealed reader, and the room lit up, revealing the tube entrance.

Yes, its about Will, Betty, Lindsey said through her own sobs. Im afraid Ive hurt him deeply, and I dont know what I did! she shouted as she stepped into the tube and headed for Montana.

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04/17/2009

Thanks to jakt and Star-Eva01for wonderful beta work; their suggestions and thoughts are timely and appreciated, as always.

Friendships wed all like to have, possess, and nurture forever that stand the test of time, and are unconditional: that describes both Lindsey and Will, and it describes my feelings for my wonderful betas.

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The chapter outline for the story of one Global Justice Supervising Agent Will Du, and someone who thinks he’s special, in a weird sort of way.

Chapter 1: Find seed

Chapter 2: Prepare soil

Chapter 3: Plant seed

Chapter 4: Water plant

Chapter 5: Nurture plant

Chapter 6: Weed plant

Chapter 7: Prune plant

Chapter 8: Harvest plant

Chapter 9: Enjoy fruits of labor

From your friendly neighborhood ‘nebster.

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for Commander Argus…Calm seas, and prosperous voyages, my friend. May you dance with the angels.

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