A Few Days of Peace
A Trinity Sitch Interlude starring Ron and Kim Stoppable.
With the same care and diligence she put into everything she ever did, Kim Stoppable was going all out to learn a new skill, a skill being conferred upon her by a master. All the tools she would need to master this skill had been arranged for her, put in their proper place in preparation for her lesson. She assumed the correct stance, her poise crucial to her advancement and eventual mastery that would please her new Sensei.
She wanted, no, needed to please her teacher. Until such time as she was ready to be a master herself, she must do exactly what it took to please him. That was all she was about. Well, at least for a few, glorious days.
Then it would be back to real life, back to managing the team, back to preparing to begin graduate school, back to…
No!
She was failing!
Her Sensei would not be pleased.
By an act of sheer will she turned her attention back to the tools she had been provided for her lesson. They were all that mattered. None of those other things existed. Still, she needed to clear her mind, to find her center once more. So, she let her mind drift to the day before. That was permissible, considering what that day had been.
It had been magical! She had spent much of the later part of the day kissing Ron. She loved kissing him, almost as much as she loved him! Kissing him was so right, so natural…
…he was so good at it!
Ron was good at a lot of things. He was a spankin' cook, a ferociously good kisser, he was becoming a better and better fighter, he kissed like a champion, he was a loving, caring husband, he kissed really, really good and he was a great partner for her…
…who happened to be a master of the passionate lip lock!
Plus he was turning out to be pretty good in other areas too!
In fact, he was so good at kissing she had spent the majority of the fireworks show that had capped off their wedding day festivities a mere fifteen hours ago kissing him, her eyes closed, enjoying him fully.
Yes, she liked kissing her new husband.
There! Center found!
Ah! At last! I'm actually marinating! Ron will be so proud!
With a contented smile on her face, her eyes closed behind her sunglasses, Kim reached for a glass sitting on the small table beside her lounge chair. She brought the salted rim to her lips and took a sip of the sour, cold beverage. Mmmm, must remember to thank the friend who turned me on to Margaritas!
The slurping sound to her right let her know that her Sensei was also demonstrating his mastery of the skill he was teaching her. She risked a peek at him as he sipped the last of his Sangria punch. She drank in the sight of him, the freckles that refused to leave his face, giving him a permanent boyish look she hoped he would never lose. His chest would never be broad, by any stretch of the imagination, but it had filled out in the last few years so it complemented his slender physique perfectly. How ferociously delicious the boy she fell in love with first as a person would become such a hottie! Bonus!
Lesson over!
She got up from her lounge and leaned over him, her lips gently brushing his, tasting the faint hint of alcohol left by his wine-based punch. His lips parted slightly at her touch, his tongue darting out to trace the edges of her lips.
"Mmmm, salty." He said, breaking the kiss with a smile.
She got up, retrieving her drink and returned, sitting on the edge of his lounge, taking another sip of her drink. Kim was aware what too many of the concoction of lime juice and tequila would do to her, especially the next morning, but she had been nursing this one for some time, sipping from it occasionally, enjoying the intense mix of flavors instead of the pleasant buzz and mild loss of control it would bring if she drank it faster.
She took another, bigger sip. If there ever was a time and a place to be a little out of control, well, this was it!
Ron must have been thinking the same thing, because his hand reached around her waist, the glided down her back, finally coming to rest on the narrow triangle of material that made up her bikini bottom. She responded by leaning over to kiss him again after another big sip of her drink, sharing some of it with him through the kiss.
He returned the response when his fingers started kneading, very slightly.
"Spankin." He whispered to her.
"Badical." She whispered back.
"If you say 'Booyah' I'm going to call your Mom to have your brain examined."
"Why, Ronnie? What if I get inspired to say it, loudly…breathlessly?" She cut off his response by kissing him again, her free hand tracing circles in the light hair on his belly.
"Mmmm…mmmm…uh…mmmm…I…mmmm…thought…mmmm…I...ohhhhh…mmmm…was…supposed…mmmm…to…mmmm…shout that?"
She pressed her forehead to his, her fingernails still lightly drifting over his chest. "Maybe the point is we both shout it at the same time."
"Heh, heheh. Oh yeah, heheh, good one KP." His fingers started tracing the edges of her bikini, just lifting the band as if they would plunge inside.
"I think your job is to provide the good one." She whispered to him, her fingers drifting down his belly, over the top of his trunks, tracing all the way down until her hand came to rest on his thigh, causing him to shudder along the way.
"I take it that it's time to go back to our room?" He smirked, his other hand coming around to trace the top edge of the front of her bikini bottoms.
"Oh? Why would we do that? After all, we paid all that extra money to get the private pool and everything?" Her hand left his thigh and traced its way up to his belly, then back down again. His eyes all but rolled back in his head.
"Uh, I uh, we, uh…" she cut him off again with another kiss, her hand making repeated trips. He suddenly sat up and sprang to his feet.
"I, uh, need to cool off just a bit." He said as he hopped into the small pool set in the deck of the private room they had rented for a few days to start their honeymoon.
Kim looked at him, disappointment and confusion shading her features. "Ronnie?"
He popped up on the side of the pool, using his arms to prop himself there. "KP, why don't you get in with me? The water's actually pretty warm, almost reminds me of a hot tub. You know, Kim, like the one at that chalet at Mt Middleton?"
He wagged his eyebrows at her and threw something onto the pool deck with a wet 'fwap.'
Her eyes got big as saucers as she realized a soaking wet pair of blue swimming trunks were sitting there, no longer where they were supposed to be.
"Ron! I was kidding!" She half whispered, half shrieked.
"I'm not. It just occurred to me, we had a really, really good time with that hot tub up there, yet in the last almost year and a half we haven't managed to get back to there and find out just how enjoyable that really could be."
"But that was…"
"That was an outdoor hot tub surrounded by a privacy wall. Hmmm, sounds familiar doesn't it? You bet! Look around Kim, what do you think a honeymoon suite like this is made for?"
Kim was turning as red as her bikini, but was oddly intrigued by the whole scenario. Looking around, half expecting something like a large group of kids to troop into the pool area at a moments notice despite the fact they really did have complete privacy, she slipped into the pool beside him, coming up behind him, slicking her hair back away from her face.
Wrapping her hands around his waist, she kissed his neck, pressing her body up against his back. Even though the pool was quite small overall, it was still deep enough at this end she couldn't touch the bottom with her feet. She contented herself with hanging onto Ron as he hung from the side with his elbows. At least until he turned around, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her close.
Yes, the water was quite warm, as pools in a tropical climate often are, even more so since the water was heated just very slightly for the patrons of the exclusive resort.
One wouldn't want to experience 'cold pool water related shrinkage' in these situations!
Demonstrating a deft touch that belied his large hands, Ron undid the knot at the back of her top. It joined his trunks up on the deck. Not much later the rest of the suit followed.
Much to their mutual happiness, they did shout a certain word that starts with 'b' at the same time!
A/N Sometimes you just get the intense need to write some simple fluff. No bad guys, no angst, not nosey pool boys!