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*FANFIC* Kim Possible: Passionate Sparring*FANFIC*
Disclaimer: I do not own the KP characters at all, Bob, Mark, and Disney own them! I own this fic. Rated NC-17 ish for content. Happy Reading! Kim Possible was a virgin; she had never had sex, yet she felt that fighting the martial arts were exactly like it. To be good at both, one must have passion, discipline, coordination, know their body well, and practice at it. Kim was a beautiful redhead with forest green eyes that showed an innocent face, and felt that she was master at Kung Fu seeing that she used it most of time when doing her teen hero world saving thing. It was a beautiful summer day in July and she was in a white Gi with a black belt tied around her waist. She was at a private gym where she had a whole room to practice in without anyone bothering her. She let out a deep sigh from her diaphragm. A few moments later, her sparring partner came out off the locker rooms, also wearing a white Gi, but a white belt. A blonde haired, brown eyed young man her age named Ron Stoppable, who happened to be her partner in saving the world, best friend, and her boyfriend. He had been her best friend for thirteen years, her saving the world partner for five years, and her boyfriend about three months. "Where's Rufus?" Kim asked. "Asleep in the locker room. The little guy sleeps like a cat and a baby... hours upon hours," Ron said. "Remind me again. Why are we doing this?" "Practice. Plus, it's a hella fun. It's a rush," Kim replied. "So says the woman who gets an adrenaline rush from dangerous sitches," Ron retorted playfully. "So, what, me versus you?" "Karate slash kung fu meets Mystical Monkey Power kung fu," Kim said. "Woman versus man." "What? Hit you? Kim, there's like this rule. A guy shouldn't hit a girl." Kim let out a noise of dissent. "Whoever made that rule didn't realize that girls can and will hit back," Kim said. "And they never met me. Don't be sexist, Ron." "I'm not. I'm being chivalrous." "Let's go," Kim said. She walked towards the middle of the room and stopped. Ron came to the middle of the room as well, standing a few inches away from her. Kim gave him a soft kiss on the lips. She backed away and said, "Bow." "Why?" Ron asked. "Respect. We're using martial arts, which were from Asia. And, in Asia, bowing is a form of respect," Kim replied. "Shoot, even in the dueling scene in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Harry and Voldemort bowed to each other." Ron nodded. They then bowed to each other. After bowing, the first thing Kim did was jump back and then gave Ron a roundhouse kick, which he countered by jumping out of the way. "If we're going to spar, Ron, you have to play fair," Kim said. "Oh, come on, K.P., you're a terrific fighter. I know I'm going to lose." "It's not a game; it's not even a mission. You need to channel the Mystical Monkey Power. You can do it!" "You sound like a televangelist, Kim." Kim stuck her tongue out at him. Ron closed his eyes, took a deep cleansing breath, and then let out a martial arts cry as he threw a karate kick at Kim, who blocked him with a kick of her own. Kim jumped and then hit him with a chop, which Ron blocked. Kim let out a loud "kia!" as she let her whole self get into the dance that was kung fu and gave Ron a kick that he matched and blocked. Every kick, chop, jab, and punch that Kim threw at Ron was countered and blocked. Ron was actually beating her! Suddenly, with a single roundhose kick to her midsection, Kim fell to the ground onto her back, pinned by Ron. Beads of sweat were on her brow, she was winded, breathing heavily, her chest was rising up and down rapidly. Kim was surprised. "Wow!" Kim said. "You... beat... me," she added between breaths. The blond grinned. "I'm the master," Ron said. "You are the master," Kim said. Ron leaned down and kissed her passionately, to which Kim kissed him back with as much passion as he was. Within Kim's body, she felt what felt like a jolt of electricity. There was a warm feeling within her body, that Kim felt to be in the vicinity of her loins. When the kiss ended, they looked at each other. Ron slowly untied Kim's belt and Kim looked at him as he did that. When he untied the belt, he opened the Gi to reveal what was under it. Kim kissed him again and then said, "What are we doing?" Ron kissed her neck gently, which produced a moan from Kim. Kim removed her arms and the rest of her body from the Gi top. She actually was wearing nothing underneath her Gi top. "Wow," Ron said softly. "You didn't wear a bra?" "Nah, it's easier to fight without one," Kim said. Ron put his right hand on her right breast gently. Kim felt the warm feeling in her loins again. Kim's hands were untying Ron's belt and when she did, Ron let the Gi top fall of him. She grinned at him. Ron kissed her again as she pulled off the pants to her own Gi easily. "So, I guess we're going to do it," Ron said sounding unsure. Kim didn't say anything, but gave him a smile. A reply wasn't needed: they knew what their eyes were saying. Ron's hands were at her waist slowly pulling her undies off. Kim let out a soft moan. Ron was grinning, but seemed just the tiniest bit nervous. Ron pulled off the bottoms of his Gi. He had on a pair of blue with pink polka dotted boxers. Kim helped Ron pull his boxers off and when the boxers were completely off, she was stunned. "Wow," Kim said as she stared at the thing that made Ron a man. Then she voiced what she was thinking, "How is that gonna fit?" "Uh..." Ron said half blushing. "That was rhetorical, Ron." Kim took a deep breath and nodded. She kissed him softly. "I'll be gentle," Ron said. Kim and Ron kissed passionately as Ron pushed into Kim's body and both of them lost their virginity together at the same time. Kim let out a whimper, because it did hurt a small bit. She was nervous to an extent, but pushed it out of her mind. She kissed Ron and put her arms around his neck. They were passionately kissing as Ron gently pushed in and out of Kim's body. It was magic. Kim's hands and nails were at Ron's back. "Oh, wow. That feels amazing," Kim said haltingly. Her eyes were closed. She had never felt anything like this before. It was an incredible pleasurable feeling as waves of pleasure hit her. Ron let out a low moan. "Whatever that feeling is, it's absolutely great," Ron said softly. Kim's hands slowly went down Ron's back as the waves of pleasure hit more and more. Ron let out a load moan as his orgasm finally came. "Booyah! Yeah! Kim!" Ron yelled. "Don't stop, Ron. Please!" Kim said softly. Ron nodded. They continued on, Kim's hands were at Ron's lower back, digging into his skin as waves of pleasure hit her more and more. Suddenly, Kim let out this scream of pleasure. "Oh, Ron!" Kim yelled. They both were breathing very heavily. Ron's head dropped down to her breasts, his arms holding onto her waist, as he tried to catch his breath. "Ron," Kim said. He picked up his head and looked at her in the eyes. "I love you." Ron looked stunned for a moment and then smiled. It was first time she had said that to him. "I love you too," Ron replied. "Thank you," Kim said. "That was... well, slammin' is the only way to accurately describe it." Ron smiled. "Not bad for our first time making love, huh?" he said. "Your nails really dug into me." He felt his back. "I'm sorry," Kim said. "I'm not. That was truly fantastic, K.P." The End. |
