A Simple Man

BY : pbow
Category: Kim Possible > Het- Male/Female
Dragon prints: 18738
Disclaimer: The Walt Disney Company owns all right for the show Kim Possible. I am not paid for this story.

Disclaimer: I garner nothing for this tiny tale. The Walt Disney Company owns all rights to the series Kim Possible and does not pay me one farthing in recompense. (Or is that one pence in recom-farthing?) Simple Man is a song owned by the folks of the southern rock band, Lynyrd Skynyrd and I get Nada from them too.

A/N: I believe Bonnie Rockwaller can be a slut for money at times and would gladly take on any job for the right price. Therefore, she is in Ron's house tutoring him in a school subject. (In private of course so no one can see them together. Heaven forbid she'd be seen with that Loser by anyone in the world, including his parents who are out for a night on the town.) This takes place during their senior year and is StD free so Kim and Ron are not a couple in this story and all characters are of legal age.

Bonnie Rockwaller actually let out a feral growl in utter, total and thorough frustration as she threw the pencil down onto the math book in front of her. "Even getting paid fifty bucks an hour as your tutor is not worth this much aggravation!" She angrily glared at the blond boy sitting next to her, intently focused on the single, remedial math problem which she had been trying to teach him how to do for the last twenty minutes. "Stoppable, these problems are easy! All you have to do is multiply the numerator by the denominator for the two fractions and then reduce. It's SIMPLE you SIMPLETON!" She went to cuff the back of his head but Ron, not even looking up from his uncharacteristic intensity directed on the work in front of him, was way too fast with a backward sweeping block of the strike.

"Bonnie," Ron Stoppable softly said as he looked up at her with his goofy grin beaming and eyes shining brightly, "I am not a simpleton. I'm a simple kinda man."

"What?" The teal-eyed brunette uttered in shock. Ron rarely, if ever, spoke back to her. Not even when she was directing one of her almost benign digs at him. She knew the fiercer the barb, the more stunned and less vocal Ron usually became so he should have been stunned into silence.

Ron leaned back in the kitchen chair and full-out stretched, letting go with a grunt as a loud crack came from his backbone as it realigned into the proper position. "I said I'm a simple kinda man, not a simpleton."

"What's that suppose to mean?" Bonnie glared at her math pupil who had been majorly grating on her last nerve and, in her currently tweaked mind, had just started using a jackhammer on said final nerve with that comeback.

Ron took a deep breath. "Well:

“Mama told me when I was young
Come sit beside me, my only son
And listen closely to what I say.
And if you do this
It will help you some sunny day.
Take your time... Don't live too fast,
Troubles will come and they will pass.
Go find a woman and you'll find love,
And don't forget son,
There is someone up above.

"I found out the hard way that troubles will come," Ron chuckled lightly, "especially on missions. There's simply no way of stopping 'em. But the troubles do eventually pass like mama said they would."

"And your mother told you this when?" Bonnie begged in utter frustration, not getting this random line of thought.

"Oh, when I was four or five years old," Ron nonchalantly stated, still stretched out but with arms casually folded across his chest. "Actually, as a matter-of-fact I believe it was on my fifth birthday... That's if I remember right."

"Your mother told you to find a woman when you turned five?" Bonnie asked incredulously. "Wait. Wasn't that the birthday we celebrated near the end of Pre-K?"

"A-yep yep!" Ron affirmed as his goofy grin amped up a notch or two. "That's when I decided Kim and me would be best friends forever!" His face darkened a bit as he became serious for a moment. "You know Bonnie, it coulda been you instead of KP."

"What makes you say that?" the teal-eyed girl asked finally relaxing a tad out of curiosity and getting into the conversation, forgetting the tutoring session and her current tweak with him. (She figured the clock was still ticking away at fifty bucks an hour or eighty-three and a third cents per minute which equated to a new, just out Club Banana silk blouse for every half hour she simply sat there.)

"Well, Kim was a tad anxious about meeting new kids when we first started school but she'd settled in quickly and was blossoming into a real social butterfly so she was making a lotta new friends. You, on the other hand, were kinda mean and bossy most the time and didn't get along with hardly anyone. I thought about becoming your friend to brighten your outlook on life but you push me down to the ground and would run away and laugh." Ron's face darkened a bit more in confusion. "I'd really like to know why you did that."

Bonnie thought for a few seconds before the proverbial light bulb came on over her head and a light pink dotted her cheeks. "Oh My God!" she cackled. "I haven't thought about that in a long time!"

"What? What?" Ron queried and sat up in curious anticipation.

"Wellll..." she hemmed and hawed, one minute closer to that new blouse she'd seen on her previous trip to CB only yesterday.

"Come on Bonnie," Ron prodded, "tell me! I promise I won't tell a soul."

"No, I won't reveal that little secret!" Bonnie shut him down hard with a sullenly sly smirk and swiftly changed the subject. "So what else did your mama tell you when you turned five years old?"

"Well,“ Ron leaned back in his chair, his fingers laced behind his head as he gazed at the ceiling in recollection, “she told me all that. Then she said:

"And be a simple kind of man.
Go be something you love and understand.
Be a simple kind of man.
Won't you do this for me son,
If you can?"

"So that's why you are like you are," Bonnie said as it dawned on her. "You took it to mean you should be simple and pure of heart; Something you or anyone else would love and understand. That you should be kind to everyone and not let things get to you.” Further recognition spread across her face in the form of a huge smile. “It's what Kim calls your special brand of Ronshine. Actually, that's good advice for someone like you."

Ron nodded warmly at Bonnie's insight. "Mom also said:

"Forget your lust for the rich man's gold
All that you need is in your soul,
And you can do this if you try.
All that I want for you my son,
Is to be satisfied.

"I kinda forgot her advice about the rich man's gold," Ron chuckled as he nervously shuffled in his chair out of embarrassment.

"I guess you can be forgiven for that major faux pas," Bonnie genuinely smiled, suddenly out of her funk of Ron for the first time in months. She wasn't smiling at him, but instead with him over his indiscretion with the ninety-nine million dollars he got from Bueno Nacho. "That happened ten years after she gave you the advice and I now know you get an annual royalty check for inventing the Naco."

"Yeah, and I am so over spending money just because I got it," Ron grumbled playfully before his quirky smile fully returned. "Oh, and Mom told me one more thing:

"Boy don't you worry... you'll find yourself.
Follow your heart and nothing else.
And you can do this if you try.
All I want for you my son,
Is to be satisfied.

"And be a simple kind of man.
Go be something you love and understand.
Be a simple kind of man.
Won't you do this for me son,
If you can?"

"Your Mom is a very smart woman, Ron," Bonnie said as she smiled warmly at the blond boy. "I can see you've followed her advice... Well except with your first Naco royalty money."

"And the frou-frou, Continental hair cut incident," Ron laughed and sat up straight. "And when I tried to get on the school newspaper. Oh...” he raised a finger in realization, “...and when I tried to find a job at the mall before I finally got one at Smarty Mart."

"I can't believe you actually agreed to be the guy who walked around the Middleton Mall in a suit of armor with a pickle on a pike!" Bonnie laughed out loud. "You looked simply hilarious!"

"And it was hot as Hades in that heavy metal contraption!" Ron laughed along and almost doubled over in his chair from the guffaw. "I musta sweated off about ten pounds that hour I wore it but I was also earning some money at the time so I couldn't complain too much." He stretched out again and folded his hands behind his head with a sigh. "I finally found myself by learning to follow my heart and I am satisfied. I got Rufus and Kim in my life now and need for nothin else." He finally noticed her beautiful, smiling visage. "Well, maybe I could used another friend... Like you."

Ron looked down at the book for a second before he sat up, leaned in and picked up his pencil. "So the numerator is the number on the top?" He scribbled a few digits and triumphantly sat up with a smug smile. "Like that?"

Bonnie quickly checked Ron's work before she crossed her arms and sat back in the chair. "That's right Ron." A blush crossed her face as she demurely shied her head to the side to hide the tinged skin of her emerging blush-filled confession. "And just to let you know my secret... I pushed you down in Pre-K and ran away so you'd notice me. I thought you'd maybe chase me back and become my friend. I kinda liked you back then. I was into..." she struggled for a second for the right word, "...strange, back then." Bonnie's slight blush powered up to a full, tomato-red intensity with her next confession. "I still am into things that are... never normal. At least secretly that is."

The tow-haired boy sat up in shock when he realized the teal-eyed brunette had almost used his motto 'Never Be Normal' in describing what she really liked which totally went against all things Food Chain related. "But Bonnie, you still dis me all the time," Ron shot back in confusion.

"No Duh!" the brunette howled and broke into a laugh-fit. She calmed down quickly and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'm still knocking you down. You're suppose to get a backbone and chase after me." Bonnie went for broke with her true, long hidden feelings for the man in front of her. She leaned in and brushed her lips over his.

Ron's eye's shot wide open as he stiffened at the brief buss. A trickle of blood seeped from his nostrils from the shock of the very first exciting lip lock with someone of the opposite gender. (The one time he and Kim tried kissing behind the bushes in fourth grade didn't count since she was his best friend and he didn't consider Kim to be a girl at the time.)

Bonnie licked her lips seductively and decided she loved the taste.

"B-B-B-Bonnie?" Ron stuttered in utter confusion.

"Yes Ronnie?" she queried and latched onto his lips again. Not in a small little peck on the lips this time, but in a full-blown, all out, toe curling French kiss as she slid from her chair onto his lap.

Ron's nose bleed stopped as he quickly recovered and melted into the teal-eyed girl's assault. Slowly his arms wrapped around her waist and his tongue slipped into, what was once in his mind, a cavern of acid. To Ron, acid tasted so great! Thinking he may not get another chance, Ron let one of his hands slowly rub up and down her back as the other slip down into the back of her Club Banana blue jeans and proceeded to burrow as deep as possible. (Pun intended.)

"Whoa," Bonnie tittered and smiled, not breaking lip contact with the blond boy. "I see you're not a total invertebrate. You do have a bit of a spine and learn fast!"

"Shut up Bonnie," Ron growled as he swiftly stood, picking her up in his arms. He continued the kissing as he kicked off his shoes and walked toward the living room. As they went his pants dutifully fell to his feet, but he did not trip. Ron simply stepped out of them as he walked into the living room, dropped Bonnie gently onto the couch and laid down on top of her. "I'm a simple man which mean I have simple needs."

"I like simple, and I have simple needs too," Bonnie moaned as her fingers undid the button and fly of her pants. She had them around her knees when she suddenly stopped and pushed Ron out of a fresh batch of kisses. "But what about Kim?"

"I'm following my heart, and other body parts right now,” the brown-eyed man confessed with a sly grin. “But I figure I'll feel around ten or twelve styles of Martial Arts before KP slows down and lets me explain the sitch."

"And what is the sitch?" Bonnie queried as she kicked off her pants and went to work on Ron's boxers, sliding them down and out of the way.

Ron's fingers slid Bonnie's panties aside and started to dance around the velvety soft flesh. "That you're a simple kinda woman to understand and I found out how to satisfy you to the point that we're all gonna be good friends from now on. That should please Kim to no end and it'll be well-worth the initial pain."

"We'll see if you have what it takes to satisfy me," Bonnie breathlessly uttered as she brushed his hand aside, slid her panties down to her knees and pulled his length fully into her in one fluid motion. "Ooh Rrrrrrrrron Ron! I think I will be satisfied!"

They started their carnal dance. After a few minutes Bonnie rolled Ron over onto his back so she could be on top and slowly rolled her hips to and fro. She moaned loudly and sexily purred, "Oh and Ron, just to let you know, I'm officially off the clock so you'd better take your time... MY Simple Man."

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