Kim doubled checked everything. Bueno Nacho bags full to the brim. Extra sauce. Two liter of Ron's favorite soda. Lots of napkins cause those are a must when that man eats. Oh and the most important thing...the courage to tell him about her little talk with Ronald.

Well almost everything was ready Kim thought with a little grimace. The sound of the front door brought her out of her thoughts. Now or never.

"Babe does my nose deceive me or is that Bueno Nacho!" Ron called out from the living room.

Trying to sound as nonchalant as she could, Kim lifted her voice. "In the kitchen. Better hurry before it gets cold."

The whirlwind of food doom that was Ron Stoppable appeared as if by magic beside her. "You are the best wife ever!" kissing her square on the lips with a loud smacking sound before taking a seat at the table and digging into one of the bags.

Kim had wisely set aside her own food already lest she find herself going without. She'd known her husband's eating habits far too long to allow that to happen. Opting to just stand by the counter she picked at her taco salad, not really hungry herself.

"So how did the meeting go?" she asked, hoping to stave off her own dreaded topic of discussion for at least a little while longer. "Barkin didn't give you any trouble did he?"

One extra large naco had bravely given its life already and Ron was well into vanquishing another, but her question made him pause. He chewed the bite of naco slowly while his mind sorted out just how to approach telling Kim about his trip to Lowerton today. The one he'd taken instead of going to a meeting that he'd fabricated in order to make that happen.

Oh boy this was so not going to be fun. Better just get it over with he thought.

"Yeah about that..." he began as he set the remainder of the naco back in its wrapper. "See the thing is, well...there, ah . . . well there wasn't a meeting today."

Kim stopped her fork halfway to her mouth. "No meeting?"

"Yeah." Ron gave a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck as he did.

"So they canceled the meeting and didn't even tell you?" Talk about inconsiderate Kim thought to herself. She had half a mind to call up Barkin and let him have it. He always worked Ron too hard and never gave him enough praise if you asked her.

Ron saw that she was getting the wrong idea and was just about to head off her train of thought when Kim suddenly switched rails on him.

"Hold on." sitting her food aside on the counter, Kim crossed her arms and leveled her husband with a shrewd look. "So if there was no meeting then where have you been all day?"

Gulping hard. "Well I went to get a burger."

"Took you all day to get a burger?" Kim felt like something just wasn't adding up here.

"Yeah well it was in Lowerton." Ron amended sheepishly.

"Why would you drive all the way..." Then it hit her.

Seeing that his wife had just put two and two together, Ron stood and moved towards her. "Now Kim before you fly off the handle let me explain."

She held up a hand to silence him. "Tell me you didn't try to find Ronald." Oh that would so be a bad idea if he had. Those two couldn't even be in the same room together without wanting to throttle each other.

Rubbing the back of his neck and looking off to the side he didn't present the most innocent looking visage. "Thing is I didn't have to try and find him." offering a little grin that said please don't be mad.

Kim thought about it all of two seconds and face palmed. "Wade."

"Bingo!" giving two thumbs up.

Well this isn't going as planned Kim thought. Here she'd been ready to tell Ron about her going to talk to Ronald and it turns out he'd beat her to the punch. Now all she needed to do was find out just how bad things had gone between the two Stoppables.

"So what happened?" letting out a deep sigh as she waited to hear all the horrid details of what she was sure had to have been par for the course between those two.

"Hey what's with the tone?" he was sensing that his wife didn't think he could talk with Ronald and not try to throw him through a window. Well so ok maybe that's how he normally felt, but this time had been different. He was proud of how he'd handled himself.

"Look Ron I'm on your side." rubbing her temples with both hands. "So no matter what went down I got your back. I'll take care of it."

Smiling proudly he came to stand in front of her and began rubbing her upper arms. "Not to worry babe. The Ron man took care of things in his own way." giving her a little wink. "Nothing for you to do."

She highly doubted that, but then again stranger things had happened. Reaching out she placed her hands flat on his chest. "You're sure nothing went wrong?" still not entirely convinced.

"Babe trust me." he assured her as he leaned in to give her a peck on the cheek.

A moment later he felt her pushing him back with a firm hand on his chest. Her green eyes were staring right at him and she had this oddly curious look about her.

"Uh oh." Ron squeaked.

"Ok so let me get this straight." she began in a level voice. "Your meeting got canceled and so you decided to just call Wade up and have him find Ronald for you. Then you drove all the way to Lowerton where you not only met up with Ronald, but nothing happened between the two of you." narrowing her eyes. "Nothing at all?"

Ron tried to play everything off with a goofy grin and a wave of his hand, but he could see that Kim was having none of that. Resigned to his fate he explained. "Yeah pretty much just like that...except that I never had a meeting and I just wanted to talk to Ronald on my own. Oh and we decided to have a little talk with Dr Director over at Global Justice so we can get some real answers about the whole clone thing." grinning again at the end hoping she wouldn't go all Mount Kim and erupt.

Kim was just about to call him out for lying to her, but the little voice in her head cautioned her about going that route, especially when she'd lied about working late so she could go have a talk with Ronald herself. So rather than head into that mine field she focused on the other two things.

"Since when do you and Ronald have private chats?" she demanded.

Quick with an answer Ron replied. "Oh it wasn't private. Bonnie was there, well at first anyway."

"So you obviously didn't want me there, but Bonnie was just fine?" she couldn't help but feel a little bit put out here.

Holding his hands up to calm her down, Ron tried to smooth things over. "Like I said she was only there at first. She took her food and went into the office. Ronald and I stayed out in the diner while we ate and had our little talk."

"So it was a whole meal thing too" arching a single brow quite high.

Ron blew out a breath. "See this was why I wanted to go alone. You're overreacting."

Kim blinked. "Overreacting?" What was he even talking about? "I am not overreacting. Ron every time you and Ronald get together I have to play referee."

"Not every time." frowning.

"Yes every time." running a hand through her long red hair. "Like that one time you almost broke his arm Ron!" reminding him of the fight a few months back.

Ron turned away from her, walking a few paces across the kitchen, hands on his hips. "Yeah I know. I was angry and he was being a jerk."

Kim gave a short snort of a laugh. "No more than you were. Every single time the two of you are around each other it's like oil and water. You just can't get along."

"We got along just fine today." he countered.

"Really?" her tone expressing her doubt quite clearly.

Turning to face her, Ron felt his blood rising. "Is that so hard to believe?"

"Frankly...yes." she admitted to him with a nod. "I can not believe you went to see Ronald without me. I mean here I was feeling horrible for what I'd done and after the reaming Monique gave me, I thought for sure I'd be doing damage control tonight, but here you go surprising me with this."

"Say what?" Ron asked.

Not catching on to how deep she was stepping into it, Kim being true to her hotheaded nature, kept right on going. "I told Monique I had a good reason for not telling you when I was going to talk to Ronald, but there's no reason on earth that I shouldn't be with you when you talk to him. Somebody has to keep you two from ripping each other's heads off after all." sighing long and hard at the end of her little tirade.

Ron let that all sink in and licked the side of his mouth in thought. Then he began to walk slowly back across the kitchen towards her.

"Hold on a sec." pointing a finger at his wife. "You said you told Monique you had a good reason."

"Yeah I did." this time her voice was more subdued as she realized that she'd basically flooded the room with what she'd been hoping to say in a rational and calm manner, not as part of a verbal lashing towards her husband.

Looking over at all the Bueno Nacho bags on the table it all suddenly made sense to Ron. "So you went to talk to Ronald and you didn't tell me either huh?" waving his hand at the table full of food. "Let me guess, this was all to bribe me so I wouldn't what...get upset?"

Kim started to form her patented puppy dog pout. "You have to admit that you do get upset whenever anything has to do with Ronald."

Moving even closer to her now, Ron stared right at her. "Oh no, not this time. The PDP isn't going to help you." standing firm, his finger pointed at her again. "So when did you talk to him and where?" he demanded.

Shocked that the PDP had failed her, Kim went on the defensive. "Ok so maybe when I told you I was working late a while back I might have gone to Lowerton after getting some help from Wade myself. Is that so wrong?"

"Actually no it's not." he said, surprising her with his words.

Ron might not have liked the idea of Kim going off alone to talk to Ronald, but he would have respected her wish to do so. Yes he might even have gotten jealous about it, but he didn't control her. No, what was starting to upset him right now was the fact that both of them had apparently felt the need to keep things from each other. One of them doing that is a problem, but it can be worked through. However when both of them were doing it, that hinted at deeper issues.

"What's wrong is that we're lying to each other Kim. Lying to each other about Ronald." he pointed out.

Ron's mind replayed his chat with his clone from earlier. Ronald! Oh that's right, he hadn't even told Ron about the fact that Kim had dropped by before. When they were supposed to be clearing the air between them and trying to work things out he goes and keeps himself a nice little secret like that. Well Ron was sure going to let his fake brother know exactly how he felt about that next time he saw him.

Kim recoiled from the accusation. "I'm not lying to you about anything. I'm just late telling you is all." meekly trying to spin things in her favor.

Ron shook his head. "Aw man it just dawned on me. You told Monique about it." frustrated good and plenty now. "That makes me the third person to even know about you going to talk to him. I should have been the first."

"Well I wasn't sure you'd have been ok with it." she shot back.

He deflected her words with his own. "Well now you know I'm a big boy and I'd have been just fine."

Kim locked onto the other part of what he'd said. "And just what is this about you guys going to Global Justice any way?"

"Just what I said. We're going to get them to help us get some real answers. Something we should have done from the beginning." he said adamantly.

She couldn't believe the two of them could even come up with such a stupid idea. "Ron you know all GL wants to do is get their hands on Ronald and use him like a lab rat. How can you even consider going to them?"

"I won't let that happen." he was confident in that.

Kim did not share in her husband's confidence. "Really? Ok so let's say I buy that. What do you mean real answers? We already had you both tested."

Rolling his eyes. "No offense to your mom, but I think we need something a little more than blood work and a physical."

Kim felt like she was being forced into a corner. On the one hand it did make sense to get some hard evidence about Ron and Ronald, even she had to admit that some points had been made recently after her talk with Ronald in that regard. However she couldn't help but feel the need to balk at this idea. Could it be that maybe deep down she didn't want to know the answers, especially if they weren't in her and Ron's favor?

"You know what...fine." throwing her hands up in the air. "You two just run off to a super secret government agency and let's hope for the best."

Ron didn't understand where she was coming from on this. She should be happy that he was taking steps to not only get along with Ronald, but to help him sort out his life. "Ronald just wants to know that he's got a shot at a real life. One he can share with Bonnie. What's wrong with that?"

"Maybe it's like you said Ron." she fumed with hands clenched at her sides. "We've started lying to each other all of a sudden. It just has me wondering what that means."

Moving towards her again, arms open, he offered her a look of understanding. "Babe it just means we both have strong feelings about stuff. Couples don't have to agree on everything, they just have to make sure they're on the same page in the long run."

Kim moved to the side, avoiding his embrace and leaving him to stand there feeling awkward.

"Strong feelings or not, I think it would have been best if I'd gone with you." refusing to look his way.

Couldn't he understand that simple fact? Yes she'd been wrong to lie to him and visit Ronald without Ron knowing about it before hand, but it wasn't as if she was going to attack him or anything. Ron on the other hand could really hurt Ronald if he wanted to using that Mystical Monkey stuff. Somebody had to be there to keep something like that from happening.

Ron was starting to get the feeling that his wife was more worried about Ronald than the fact that he'd gone without her really. "Do you think I'd try to hurt Ronald, is that it Kim?"

Bracing a hand to her forehead she took a deep breath. "Maybe...I don't know. You two just can't get along and after the last time-"

"Kim the last time he threw the first punch and I was just done ok." he snapped. "I put up with a lot of crap since he showed up and after what happened at the restaurant I was not going to let you get hurt again."

"I can take care of myself." Kim declared heatedly.

"This isn't a mission Kim!" his voice rising. "You don't get to call the shots in our marriage like that. I'm not your side kick any more, I'm your husband and if I want to protect you then I will." he vowed.

She glared at him, eyes narrowing. "Protect me from what, from who?" she demanded, her own voice rising. "From Ronald?"

"If I have to yes." Ron wasn't backing down as he faced her.

She felt a derisive chuckle escape her. "Oh my god do you hear yourself? Ronald wouldn't do anything to me and besides even if he tried something I could take him without breaking a sweat."

Ron closed his eyes, running a hand down his face before wagging a finger at her. "There you go again talking like it's back in the mission days. We don't do that stuff any more Kim. You aren't running the show. The only team you need to focus on is us...the couple, not Team Possible. This team only works if we work together as equals."

"Says the guy who didn't want me tagging along today." tossing the words at him like a knife.

"Well the woman who snuck away to talk to her husband's clone and then brag about it to Monique doesn't have any room to speak." his own words ice cold.

Mouth agape, Kim tried to formulate words for a good few seconds before her anger got the better of her. "I was not bragging! I wanted to get an unbiased opinion of things from Monique. Something you wouldn't know anything about!"

"Let me guess, that didn't work out for you did it?" Ron was matching his wife's emotional level now. They were feeding off each other. "I bet Mon told you anything but what you wanted to hear huh? Something like...Hey girl you better not be lying behind your man's back...so how close am I?"

The fact that he was on the money did nothing to lesson her anger.

"Hey I can talk to Ronald and not try to kill him unlike you. So I'd say me going alone isn't nearly as bad as you." gesturing towards him with a wave of her hand.

Ron pointed off in a general direction. "I can go where I want and handle myself just fine thank you very much!" then he closed the distance between them. "Just tell me something Kim. When you had your little talk with Ronald what was it about huh? I know mine was about how he and I needed to get along better. How I wanted us to be more like real brothers for your sake. See, I went to see him because I wanted to make you happy. So tell me what you guys talked about?" looming over her now.

Kim bit back the words that tried to fly from her mouth. How could she say that she'd gone to Ronald in the hopes of getting him back in her life as her best friend? Was there any way that Ron would accept those words and not find fault in them in this moment considering how riled up they both were? She knew there was just no way anything good would come from that right now.

She placed her hands on his chest and looked up at him with the intent to defuse the situation. "Ron let's just take a minute and calm down. We're both letting our emotions get the better of us." her voice calm and soothing.

Ron felt a knot rise in his throat. She didn't want to tell him something and that was so not a good sign. "Yeah no."

Kim's eyes went wide. "What?"

"Last time we talked about Ronald you said you loved him." Ron's voice serious to go along with the serious face he was wearing right now. "Did you go behind my back and tell Ronald all that best friend stuff? Tell me you didn't go to him behind my back with the whole I love you, but it's not the same love as you have for me crap."

She shoved him away from her, now livid. "It's not crap! Why can't anybody understand that? It's real to me ok! I can't control how I feel about that any more than you or him can about which one of you feels like they are the real Ron Stoppable!" silent tears began running down her cheeks.

To say Ron was taken aback was an understatement. His wife didn't think of him as her best friend. After spending their entire lives together and finally becoming husband and wife, she still wanted Ronald. He hadn't even existed for two years yet and she was so sure he was the only one who could be her best friend? Why?

"When did it happen Kim...huh?" his throat tight, making it hard to speak. "I was always your best friend. Me...not Ronald...I was the one there from day one. Now you can't see me like that anymore? Why am I never enough for you? All through school I watched you run after every cute guy that even looked your way. Then once I finally had you to myself I thought...at last, this is it. This is my happy ever after. Then it got even better when you said you'd marry me. You made me the happiest man alive, but then Ronald comes along and...and..." eyes flickering blue Ron lashed out, making a fist that he slammed down on the kitchen counter so hard that it rattled the dishes in the cabinets.

"Ron I-" she covered her mouth with a hand when she saw what he'd done.

Ron locked his dark brown eyes on her. "I'm sorry but I can't help but feel like Ronald is the latest cute guy to look your way and it's happening all over again." his accusation cutting her to the core.

Backing a wounded animal into a corner is never a good idea. Ron had unwittingly done just that.

Kim strode with a purpose, going right past her husband and into the living room. She didn't say a word, only started pulling on her long coat. Behind her Ron followed from the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" asking even as he watched her snatch up her keys.

Pulling her long red hair free of the coat, Kim looked at Ron with wet eyes, but she was done crying. "I think we both need to cool off."

Ron couldn't believe this. "So you're just going to leave? Where are you going?" he demanded, moving as if to get between her and the door.

She saw his intent and froze him in his tracks with nothing more than a look. "Right now I just don't think either of us can talk to the other without saying something we may regret." taking hold of the doorknob she paused, but didn't look his way. "I'm not leaving. This isn't some dramatic break up or anything. This is just me needing some time to think."

"Kim I don't-"

"Ron you need to cool off too." Kim sniffled. "Trust me on this."

With that she opened the door and stepped out into the cold evening air.

Ron stood in the house they had bought not long after getting married and felt for the first time like it wasn't a safe refuge from the rest of the world. How had this gotten so out of control he wondered as he headed back into the kitchen to put up the food. For once even he wasn't in the mood for nacos. Upon entering the kitchen he halted in his tracks at what he saw.

"Aw man." he groaned as he braced an arm against the door frame.

The kitchen counter where he'd slammed his fist was a ruin of splinters and cracked granite.

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Ronald stood under the hot water, head pressed against the wall. This shower was a godsend after a hard day of work at the diner. He was long done with washing up, now he just wanted to let the water do its magic and ease the stress from the day.

To think Ron had actually been friendly during their talk. He would never have expected that from him before today. Well as far as Ronald was concerned he welcomed the change. He didn't like always being at odds with his would be brother, even if the guy did make him want to break a chair over his head at times. Then again wasn't that how brothers acted? Well not the tweebs, but he still wasn't convinced Mr Dr P hadn't created those two in his lab.

Smiling to himself at his own joke Ronald felt the water begin to cool off. It was too good to last any way. Not that his crappy apartment had anything resembling decent hot water. Still he felt human again. With a twist the shower sputtered to a halt and he reached out to take up his towel.

Once dried and dressed in a basic white shirt and light gray shorts he tossed his wet towel over the shower curtain to dry. With a yawn he left the bathroom, stepping into his bedroom.

"Took you long enough." Bonnie said with a stretch from where she lay on the double bed.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, but somebody just had to use up all the hot water when she took her shower and I had to wait for the tank to fill up again." offering her a lopsided grin as he walked out of the room to check that the door and windows were locked. Lowerton wasn't as nice as Middleton and this neighborhood wasn't as nice as some of the others to be sure.

It also gave Ronald time to try and get himself under control. Something the beautiful woman laying on his bed at this very second was doing very little to help with. Bonnie had always been an attractive girl going all the way back to high school, but ever since that day she'd shown up at his diner begging for scraps she had been filling out nicely. With no small amount of pride Ronald knew his cooking had a heavy hand in that.

Still though the change in her was astounding. Gone was the haggard and almost sickly thin beggar from that day weeks ago. Now Bonnie was a sight to behold with hips that just begged to be grabbed, not to mention how she was filling out those sweat pants of hers when she bent over to grab something out of the fridge.

Ok Ronald calm thoughts...do not let yourself get carried away he admonished himself as he finished his checks and headed back to the bedroom. Just be patient, all good things to those who wait and all that. Once she's recovered from her surgery you can...

He froze like a deer in headlights the moment he entered the bedroom.

"Something wrong?" asked the woman laying on his bed in nothing but a tiny pair of black panties and matching bra.

Ronald could not have spoken if he tried.

Bonnie was happy to see the effect she had on him. It had been a long time since she felt pretty enough to be this bold and the only reason she had mustered the courage to do it was because of him. She knew without a doubt that Ronald was the best thing to ever happen to her. He made her feel safe and when he looked at her she felt clean and wanted. Things she had forgotten in the past years on the street. She had done things, disgusting things that left her thinking she would never be good enough for anybody ever again. Yet now in this moment, seeing the way he was looking at her filled her with hope that just maybe she was good enough.

"Aren't you coming to bed?" she asked coyly, crooking a finger to beckon him closer. Her teal eyes half hidden by her lashes as she looked at him hungrily.

Ronald was under no illusion as to what she meant. No way he was misunderstanding that look. "Um, you sure? Cause...I think..." He was stuttering. Great just great. Way to fumble the ball he thought to himself.

Oh he was just too cute when he blushed like that Bonnie thought to herself. "The doc gave me a clean bill of health." she patted the bed beside her. "If you don't believe me you'll just have to come check on your employee yourself boss." biting her lower lip with a wicked smile just for him.

"Boss huh?" brows raised even as he approached the bed. Hey if the doctor said things were ok who was he to argue with a professional?

Nodding, Bonnie leaned back on her elbows, extending her legs fully and crossing them at the ankles. She was the picture of enticing with her slightly tan skin and matching brown hair falling over her shoulders to lightly graze the swell of her breasts that the sheer bra couldn't contain. Ronald couldn't take her all in so he was left to let his eyes wander to his heart's content. He felt light headed just looking at her.

"Well you are technically my boss aren't you?" she asked in an innocent voice that so did not fit the former Queen B of Middleton High at all.

Swallowing hard, he lowered himself onto the bed one knee at a time. "I think we're more partners than anything at this point." still not taking his eyes off her.

"Oh in that case we're equals." still using that sweet little innocent voice. "Well no fair that you've got on more clothes than me." effecting a little pout on her full lips.

Ronald practically tore his shirt off in his haste to rid himself of it. Bonnie couldn't help but giggle when he struggled with his head stuck in it for a moment. Though she had to admit that watching his upper body as he fought to be free of the shirt was a sight to behold. Gone was the image of the scrawny loser from back in the day. In his place was a lean, but well muscled man. Ronald didn't have a six pack, but he was far from soft around the middle either. She watched the muscles at play just under his skin and admired the smooth power they projected. He wasn't one of those over developed meat heads like she would have gone for back in her school days. No, Ronald's body was far more practical and alluring in a way she couldn't quite describe. All the men she'd been with before and after her time on the streets had all been mere trophies or in the case of the latter, just a means to an end. She'd never really been attracted to any of them, but with Ronald that was so not the case.

Bonnie often found herself watching him throughout the day. She enjoyed how his clothes fit his body as he moved around at work or even just relaxing on the couch. The way his hair was just long enough that it could fall into his eyes now and then. The five o'clock shadow he sported just because one time she mentioned how she liked that look on him. It was just everything about him that called to her and made her want to get as close to him as possible.

When Ronald threw his shirt aside she marveled at the way his upper body drew her eyes. She'd never before found herself enticed by a man's body like this and it was so new and exciting for her.

Ronald gave a wolfish grin. "Ok now it's fair."

She arched one perfect dark brow just a little. "Oh really?" thrusting her chin his way. "How can I be sure you're wearing anything under those shorts?"

"Good question." agreeing with her as he fell forward to crawl towards her. "I guess you can check if you want to." his voice low.

Bonnie's heart did a back flip in her chest. The way he moved as he approached her reminded her of something stalking its prey and she felt her insides turn to liquid heat.

Coming up next to her, Ronald reached across her to brace himself so that he had an arm on either side of her. He could feel the warmth of her body against his cool skin after the shower. Then there was her scent driving him crazy. It was something like honey and velvet if that even made sense, which he had to admit it didn't, but damned if he cared right now.

"You'd like that wouldn't you?" Bonnie said with a hitch in her voice as he leaned over her.

His words filled her ear, sending shivers all the way down to her toes. "You have no idea how much I would."

Even if she had been able to conjure words to reply, his lips sealed against her own and the world both faded away and exploded into being at the same time. She couldn't explain it, she could barely think. This wasn't their first kiss, but it felt so different. Like some connection of wires between them had finally fallen into place and they were both burning from it. Her hands splayed across his back, pulling him down onto her as she melted into the kiss. There was nothing in her life that could have prepared her for the all consuming desire she had for him in this moment. The whimper of need she could not repress was devoured by his mouth.

Ronald was lost in a vortex of physical need so great that it bordered on painful. He wanted Bonnie more than he could put into words. He wanted to be inside her, to hold her, to please her, and never ever let her go. His thoughts were sweet chaos as their bodies came ever more into contact. Her skin was calling to him and no matter what he did he couldn't get enough of it. His hands roamed over her stomach, fingertips lightly grazing trails as they went. With the slightest brush of his hand against the side of one perfect breast he felt her shudder despite the her bra. The sound she made compelled him to throw caution to the wind as he moved over her, pressing himself between her thighs, wanting her to understand exactly what she was doing to him. How much she was driving him mad with the need for her.

She felt him move against her and gasped when the sheer fabric of her panties did nothing to stop the hardness of him from pressing into her. Knowing she was the cause of that made her feel powerful in a way she knew would become addictive. She would want to do this again and again, to drive this man to his breaking point. All the while knowing she was what he craved.

Bonnie welcomed Ronald to her, digging her heels into the mattress and grinding up against him with her hips. The effect was his sudden intake of breath, the kiss ending as they locked eyes.

The world stood still.

Ronald wasn't aware of his own pulse thundering in his chest. All that existed for him was the woman under him. All he wanted was her. All he needed was her.

"Yes." Bonnie whispered, her lips parted as she tried to breathe.

He had no idea what she meant. He was lost in her now.

Reaching up she put a hand on the back of his head and pulled him down so their noses touched. "Yes Ronald I want you." her voice a mewling thing full of need.

A low growl lept from his throat and Ronald couldn't take it any more. The sound of ripping fabric barely registered to them as he tore her panties away with one hand. Her own hands raced down his chest and stomach before reaching his boxers. In moments she had freed him of the cloth prison only to capture him with both her hands.

Ronald lowered his head as a guttural grown of pleasure hissed past his lips. "...jesus..."

Bonnie had wanted to touch him for so long and the wait had been worth it. The hard proof of his desire filled her hands to overflowing. She marveled at how supple and warm he felt as she slowly began to stroke the length of him. She felt a wave of heat run up her body and knew she was close even now. God that was crazy she thought. Just touching him and she was on the cusp of a climax!

She needed more, so much more.

Closing her eyes, she arched against him. "Now." she demanded with a growl of her own.

Ronald moved lower while Bonnie's hands provided guidance. He felt the silken haven of her body open to him and his thoughts became pure primal need. The heat of her drew him in. The wet welcome that was all for him made his entry all too easy.

In one clean thrust they were one and both of them all but screamed with the pleasure of it.

Bonnie felt like she was falling and the world was nothing but the feel of Ronald moving inside her. His body demanded she accept it and in turn her own wanted all of him. The pain from his thrusts had melted into a bliss she'd never imagined possible. There was no drink nor drug that could rival what he was doing to her. She didn't exist anymore without him, her body or his, it didn't matter now. They were the same.

Perfect. That word was far too limited, but it was all Ronald had to describe what was happening. It was like she was made for him. They fit together so well, their bodies working in unison, driving away everything that existed but her. He couldn't think of anything else but the pinpoint of their connection. That one spot was his undoing and salvation. It was all he knew, all he needed to ever know. His hips drove into her again and again, her thighs wet now with their love making.

The two lovers fell into a rhythm that defined their existence. Eyes locked with one another as their bodies worked towards the promised bliss their union would provide. No words were exchanged as they were not needed. Everything the two wanted to say was shared through touch. Their lips demanded. Fingers questioned. Hearts raced with the thrill of it all.

It happened before she even understood it.

Bonnie's entire body locked into place as she came, her nails digging into Ronald's back. The sounds that tore their way up her throat were primal and pure with her release. It was like she would break at any moment from the intensity of it and if she could have managed a coherent thought fear might taken hold of her. It was too much! This was too much!

God he was still going she was finally able to think between the waves of ecstasy that sent her eyes rolling before she closed them.

He felt the slick warmth of her body clamp down on him and almost lost control in that moment. Ronald knew she was climaxing and watched with a keen satisfaction as she rode her pleasure out beneath him. It was beautiful...she was beautiful. The blood she drew on his back didn't even register, he was so taken by what he saw. He wanted to follow her into that bliss and that caused him to redouble his efforts. His thrusts became manic as his own climax approached.

Bonnie felt herself being driven into the mattress with the force of his need. It was like he was bending her body around the unyielding hardness that was buried deep inside her every time their hips met. The sounds of his grunts filled the room, matching his thrusts perfectly. She was going to shatter and she didn't care. All she wanted was for him to find her in this moment. To be with him together in this place. Wonderfully together.

When he came it was a thing of rigid muscle and throat tearing growls of satisfaction. He filled her with his essence, claiming her from within and she thrilled at it. He shuddered above her as the last of his desire emptied into her. He barely had the strength to push himself to the side before falling onto the bed.

They lay without speaking for several minutes, letting the air cool their skin.

She wasn't sure, but Bonnie thought she might have blacked out there for a second at the end. She'd heard other women talk about multiple orgasms, but nobody had ever mentioned a nuclear bomb going off between her legs!

Ronald pulled her to him, wrapping her up in his arms. "You ok?" he asked in a husky voice that sounded like he was barely able to form the words.

Snuggling into him she smiled. "Yes."

"Good." then he kissed the top of her head gently.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

I am very sorry that I haven't updated in so long. You see I had to have emergency surgery and then go through recovery and appointments ect. Trust me when I say I would have much rather avoided it. So there you have it. No excuses mind you, just informing you as to what was going on. I thank all of you for your patience and I hope you will forgive me.

Now let's look forward to the adventure of writing shall we?