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*FANFIC* Kim Possible: Kim and Karen Bond Part 1*FANFIC*
Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible or any of the characters from Will & Grace or KP. They are owned by the four people who created both these shows and NBC and Disney. Rated T for content, like the real W&G show. Reader discretion advised. Takes place after the events of KPAK. Happy Reading! New York City, New York, United States of America. Morning about 8:00 a.m. in very late June 2012. An apartment on the fifth floor. Kim Possible cmae out of her bedroom wearing a pink flowy peasant shirt and black pants. Ron Stoppable was eating cereal from a bowl and wearing dressy clothes. She sat down and the poptarts waiting for her at her seat. "You know Karen is gonna make fun of your outfit," Ron said. "Of course, that's how she is," Kim said. "I think that I might try to persuade her to have a girl's night. The two of us. Watch movies, eat food, the kind of stuff girlfriends do." "The kinda stuff you and Monique did without me?" Ron asked slyly. "Yeah. She probably is happy with her job in Paris as a fashion designer." "Yeah, but you need a girl's night. 'Cause I'm not a girl and sure we're best friends and all that great stuff. Why not Jack?" "Jack is a guy. Karen is a girl. A scary girl, but a girl." "So, what am I supposed to do?" "Go out for the night with Jack." "Yeah, he's also a girl." Kim rolled her eyes. "He's an effeminate gay guy. He is still a man. At least physiologically," Kim said. Ron chuckled. "That's just a nice way of saying he has a penis. And fine, I'll clear out from the house for a night so you can bond with evil Karen. Just remember to have lots of alcohol. She likes that stuff." "Of course she does. She drinks it at freaking ten in the morning." Kim sighed. The following day, after much persuasion, Karen Walker agreed to spend a girls' night with Kim. Kim was setting up the coffee table with limes, shot glasses, popcorn, chocolate, bottles of tequila and vodka, and a few movies. "Okay, I'm going to meet Jack for dinner and a movie," Ron said. Kim kissed Ron goodbye and he opened the front door, gasping when he saw Karen was on the other side. "Sorry, Ron, did I scare you?" Karen asked. "Oh, no," Ron said. "You didn't." Karen let Ron pass and he walked out of the apartment. Karen walked into the apartment. She was wearing her hair half up and half down, and had on an expensive silk blue shirt, a black jacket, and black pants. Kim, however was wearing a cotton top and blue jeans, looking so comfortable. "Hey, Karen," Kim said. "Hi, honey," Karen replied. Karen walked over to the couch and sat down. "So, we've got lots of chocolate, salt, popcorn, limes, alcohol, and a few movies. We've got Casablanca--" Kim said. "Boring!" "Star Wars: Episode 2 - Attack of the Clones--" "Okay..." "Gone With the Wind--" "Boring!" "Lilo & Stitch--" "That's a sweet movie." Kim looked at Karen in shock. "Karen, you're freaking me out!" Kim said. She paused. "So, which one do you wanna watch?" "None of them. You've got tequila, vodka and other stuff, so that's what I wanna do," Karen said. She poured a shot of tequila into a shot glass, took the salt, put it on her the other side of her palm, licked it, sucked a lime, and then drank the tequila. Kim followed suit. Karen looked at her. "I've never seen you drink the hard stuff before," Karen said. "I only really drink the hard stuff when I need it. Sometimes I need it. I've been saving the world since I was twelve and some of the stuff I got through is rough," Kim said. "Why do you do it?" Karen said. Kim took a shot of tequila. "Think about this, K. If I didn't do it... Walker Inc. would be called Drakken Inc. if it hadn't have been for me. I do because after doing it for so long, it's part of who I am," Kim said. She paused and then Karen said, "Yeah, I see the good of that..." "So, let's talk about something else," Kim said. Kim thought for a moment. "Sex." "Honey, yay! Sex is the best! You talk about it first!" "Why me?" "It was your idea!" "Touche," Kim said. "Tell me about your first time with Ron!" Karen said. Kim licked some salt, sucked a lime, and took a shot of tequila. "Okay, so, picture this. 2005. It's summer. We have been together since April, and one day, we're sparring kung fu at a gym and he beats me." "What does that mean?" Karen asked. "Well, I know sixteen different styles of kung fu. It's an extreme turn on for somebody to beat me at sparring. I once crushed on a Japanese ninja who was an exchange student at my high school 'cause he beat me at sparring. So, Ron pins me. We stare at each other, and start kissing. I then stop him, whisper something in his ear, andn we go back to my house, as no one is there, and have sex for the fist time." "What was it like?" Karen asked. Kim did the salt, lime, tequila ritual again. "Well, I had always figured Ron would be awkward or kinda, sorta, you know, not sure what to do. But I think it's an instinct. Humans know how to do it. So, he surprises me. He and I have two hours of the most confusing, hottest, amazing sex ever. We both left each other so exhausted. I remember lying next to him in my bed trying to catch my breath. And that's how I lost my virginity. So, Karen, how did you lose it?" Karen did the salt, lime, tequila ritual. "I was about 16 or 17. His name was Mr. Tyler. It got me out of writing a term paper. He was my teacher." "Oh, whoa, Karen! So unethical. But, that was the late eighties. And, with Madonna, John Hughes, Michael Jackson, and yourself running rampant, it is understandable," Kim said. "So, tell me, Kim... how is the sex with Ron after seven years of doing it?" "Well, it'll be seven years July 15th. And it just has gotten better. My God, is it great! I think it's so wonderful since we love each other and have known each other for so long. What it's like with Stan?" "It's okay. If I cooperate, I always get something expensive and nice. Like shoes or jewelry." "That's, uh, nice," Kim said, unsure of what to say about it. "If that's what floats your boat, then, hey, more power to you!" Kim laughed with a hint of a hiccup in it. End of Part 1. |
