A/N: The last chapter in this little glimpse of the future of our happily married couple. We find out that, much to someone's chagrin, Ron managed to make it through the entire ceremony without passing out, and it pays to have connections. Again, warning that this chapter has adult content, not for little eyes. Not overly graphic, and my first foray into "M" rated content, reviews would be welcome.

Disclaimer: I don't own KP, if I did I'd be rich and my ideas would be on television. I'm pretty sure the Mouse has all rights to the characters.

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He sure knew how to get a crowd going, because as soon as he spoke the words the entire place erupted with cheers. I was lost in the whole of it, I’d just taken the big plunge, there was no turning back now, not that I wanted to. But, now there was no question left, I was married to Bonnie Rockwaller… wait, I mean Bonnie Stoppable. My grin had to be from ear to ear as I stood there in front of everybody.

I wasn’t however expecting a voice to whisper in my ear, just barely loud enough for me to hear over the chatter, as we made our way back down the aisle, “Just think, now that I’m Mrs. Stoppable…” her lowered words seemed to crawl in my ear and down my spine.

That was all that needed to be said, I swept her feet up and made haste for the door. I stopped as soon as I stepped out though, because sitting where the limo was supposed to be waiting was an all to familiar woman leaning on a hovercraft. “Aww man, Shego. Didn’t you get the message? I wanted today to go off without any villain fighting.”

“Don’t get your panties in a bunch Buffoon. I’m here to say congrats, and to give you these.” With that she tossed something towards us that Bonnie quickly grabbed out of the air, “And you owe me another meal, I figured you’d pass out at least once during the ceremony. I have to go to 3 consecutive months of karaoke nights because of you, now.” I cringed at the thought, but kept my mouth shut.

Bonnie had managed to get out of my arms and was guiding me towards Shego, “Well, are you ready to go? This looks like the newer model; let’s see how good the auto-pilot is.” I looked at her, then at the woman in the green dress as I was pulled up the steps, “Thanks Ashley, I love the wedding gift.”

She dismissed us with a wave of the hand as she walked towards another hovercraft that her employer was flying, “Yeah, yeah. Don’t get all sappy on me, okay Kitten?” I’m pretty sure she was smiling, but with her back turned and my attention being drawn elsewhere, I wasn’t in any mood to find out.

The walkway retracted, a mirror-ball dropped from the ceiling, romantic music started playing, the couch in the back morphed into a small bed, and Bonnie was glowing… My world couldn’t have gotten any better. Well, until Bon-Bon whispered, “You wanna find out how bad I am?” I visibly gulped, and I’m pretty sure if I wasn’t being supported by her, my knees would have given out. Extracting herself from my arms she started walking towards the back of the small craft and sat on the bed. I was making a straight line to join her when she held up a hand, “You forgot something…” There was no doubt in my mind that I was way overdressed for the moment, so I threw my coat off to the side and made my way to the bed.

“What could I have forgot?” I was in the process of moving in for what promised to be one of the best kisses of my life when her finger snaked it’s way to my lips.

Confusion came crashing down around me as her soft smile turned ever so slightly into a smirk, “You forgot that we still have a reception to go to, and if you wrinkle this dress I’m not going to be happy. Now, be a good husband and drive us to the VFW.”

“Evil.” I didn’t intend to say it out loud, but I was definitely thinking it, “Purely evil.”

I stood and turned to the controls, silently cursing everything in the world when her arms wrapped around me from behind. She started nibbling on my ears and neck as she spoke, “Not evil, I’m just building the anticipation for later. When I want you to rip this dress off of me and make me your wife.” Not another word was spoken, I now understood that she wanted to skip the reception as much as I did, but since we can’t she is going to make me as wanton as her.

Exactly two hours and 13 minutes later, the guests were starting to thoroughly enjoy themselves, I think Jim and Tim spiked the non-alcoholic punch bowl, and I was dancing with the prettiest woman there. “Do you think they’ll miss us Bon-Bon?”

She didn’t say anything, but started to lead me towards the door. We were unfortunately stopped short by a rafter shaking voice calling, “Stoppable!” I tried to turn back, but my wife kept tugging on my arm, not giving me a chance until the same voice echoed again, “Stoppable’s, both of you stop right there.” Everybody within earshot got silent, which means everybody in the building.

It’s amazing the little affirmations that get to me, but when Bon-Bon responded to our last name… I’m not going to cry... again. Bonnie responded first, “What?” Her voice was a bit chilly, and obviously getting impatient.

“I just wanted to say congratulations and give you your gift before you left.” With that he held out an envelope, “Go on, open it.” I wasn’t going to say no to him, but wasn’t sure if I could take the delay any more than she could. I quickly whipped the blade of my old Swiss Army knife through the seal and removed the contents. Unlike most, this one didn’t have a card, rather it just held a 5 page tri-folded set of standard printer paper. I quirked an eyebrow as both my wife and I glanced at the stone features of our former teacher. Finally, Bonnie’s impatience broke and she pulled the papers out, her jaw about hit the ground as she turned it so I could see. I would have fell out of my chair had I been sitting down, no questions about it; I was holding in my hands a letter of recommendation. It’s common knowledge that these are rare at best, and they apparently carry a lot of weight in academic circles. I was about to say something, when his face softened a bit, “Why don’t you two get out of here?” And leaning in with a wink he said, “I’m sure you have a few PDA rules you plan on breaking.”

The man may have been whispering, but his voice is far from quiet, and I’m not sure whether Bon-Bon or I was redder at that point, but we managed to say our goodbyes before disappearing out the door. As soon as it clicked, I thought we were in more trouble as a strong set of hands grabbed the collar of my jacket and pushed me back against a wall. However, that thought was quickly dispelled as I found that only my lips were being assaulted, “I thought we’d never get out of there. Now, where is our ride?”

I pressed the button on the keyring and watched as the hovercraft descended from it’s roof parking spot. I’d sent it up there to hopefully avoid the standard wedding decorations, but after seeing the five 30 gallon drums hanging from the bottom and the “Just Married” sign duct-taped to the back, I knew I shouldn’t have underestimated the Tweebs and Wade. “Aww, man! This tanks.”

“Ron.” The tone she used was eerily close to KP’s mission mode voice and it immediately drew my attention, “Head in the game, the outside of that vehicle has absolutely nothing to do with the inside. I am going to be on the inside, and I expect you to be right behind me.” Gotta love a woman that knows what she wants… and I got to marry her.

She hadn’t made it but a couple steps when an idea struck me. As fast as my two left feet could carry me, I scooped her up, well, bridal style and carried her up the ramp. I saw a bit of confused shock in her eyes as we got to the top, so I just shrugged, “I am supposed to carry you over the threshold, right? And the hotel in Greece is still quite a few hours off, even with a high speed craft like this one. So, I was kinda thinking that this was the unofficial threshold, and we’d make this wedding official, and you know…” I was beet red by now, I could feel the heat radiating off of my face, but it’s not my fault that I ramble when I get nervous.

Bonnie extracted herself from my arms inside and softly grabbed the sides of my face, “Hey, listen to me. That’s one of the sweetest, sexiest things I’ve ever heard. No, it wasn’t Hollywood worthy, but Hollywood is overrated, and I’m glad you’re trying to be so considerate. But if you don’t close that door, set the auto-pilot, and help me out of this dress in the next 2 minutes you’re going to wait until we get to Greece before you even get another kiss.” It didn’t take me 30 seconds to accomplish her task, the door was as simple as hitting the big red button and the auto-pilot had already been programmed and all I had to do was tell it to go. “Now, my young strapping husband…”

I wasn’t really in the mood to wait anymore, and wrapped her up in the best kiss up to that point in my life. “If that’s anything like the rest of the week is going to be…”

Her fingers started to play with my tie, trying to get it untied, “No, the rest of the week is going to be so much better.” My fingers found the zipper that ran along her spine and started to play with it, waiting for the okay to expose her flesh. She leaned in and started nibbling on my left ear, “Do I have to do it myself? I want you, I married you, make me your wife right now.”

Those were the last words either of us spoke for quite a while, her back was exposed, my shirt was unbuttoned with my tie draped around my neck and her kisses were intoxicating… I could have died right then, and thought Heaven was a let-down. And I knew the night was only going to get better, I hoped. I was mildly surprised not to find any bra straps as my hands explored her toned back, but grinned at the information. The only thing holding her dress up was the pressure between our bodies, and as much as I didn’t want to break apart for any reason I knew the dress would become more than a minor annoyance in the near future. Stepping back, but keeping my hands on her sides and the dress in place I looked her in the eyes as her hands guided mine to let her dress fall to the floor, “Beautiful.” I was barely managing to breath at this point, but I know she heard me as a blush ran down her neck and touched the top of her chest.

There she was, my wife, standing in front of me with nothing more than a small piece of white cotton wrapped around her most intimate places, “You always said you liked simple. I hope this is okay.” No lace, no thong, nothing could have been more beautiful than what I was seeing. I forced my body to respond to my brains commands and lightly grabbed her waist pulling her to me. She stepped out of the pile of cloth that was previously known as her wedding dress into my arms

Her skin against my bare chest was enough to send my brain into a spiral. Before crashing, I quickly led her to the edge of the bed and knelt in front of her. I started kissing and tasting her again, allowing my kisses to travel down her neck and across her collar bone. The noises she tried to keep in only fed my hunger, I wanted to kiss every part of her, not let one square inch feel unloved. The damp trail on her skin I was leaving finally led to her chest, right down the valley between her beautiful breasts. As I made it to the peak of the right one, I couldn't help but again whisper one word, "Perfect." Apparently she was sensitive, because my breath caused her to shiver and press herself forward to meet my lips. As soon as my lips met her flesh, her hands found their way to the back of my head. It was obvious, even to me, that she didn't want me to leave this spot anytime too soon, and I wasn't going to complain. Eventually, her grip on my hair loosened, and I moved to make sure the other one got the same attention.

Her shuddering caused me to increase the pace of my search. I began the journey across her stomach, lightly tickling her ribs with my lips on the way, enjoying the way her muscles quivered under my touch. I'm not sure how long my dance across her firm midriff took, but I finally reached my goal, the only piece of clothing she still had on. I pulled my head back to see her face, wanting to make sure that she wasn't having second thoughts, "Ronnie?" Her voice seemed strained, like she was working hard to even manage that one word, "You are way over-dressed." I knew that she was athletic, but the speed that she had me on my back on the bed was still unexpected. Unlike me, however, Bonnie didn't waste any time getting me down to my boxers. Laying on top of me, we both began to explore more familiar territory as her tongue intertwined with mine. "No more teasing... no more... playing... there will be time... for that later... right now..." The broken sentence, bulleted with little kisses, was all I needed to hear. Her cotton, and my silk joined the rest of our clothes on the floor.

I couldn't see, but I could definitely feel the effect I was having on her, and there was no doubt in my mind that she could feel the effect she was having on me. I rolled over, taking her with me and prepared myself to cross that final line, when I unfortunately remembered something I read at school, "Umm, Bon-Bon... I- I don't want to hurt you, and I remember reading somewhere that the first time hurts for the woman."

I saw her serious face, and wondered if I'd made a mistake, "Ron. I love you, you love me. The first time can hurt, and if I wasn't as active as I am, it would probably hurt a lot more." I was still leery of hurting her when she said, "If you don't get in me right now, I'm going to go crazy." I couldn't tell her no, even if I had wanted to, and leaned in to capture those lips that suddenly seemed like they were spending too much time talking and not enough time kissing. Her legs locked around my hips as her hands directed me in the right direction.

There was a muffled start against my lips causing me to freeze. As we broke the kiss, her arms pulled her entire body up against mine, burying her face in my shoulder. I finally gave in and lowered both of us back to the soft mattress, trying not to move any more than I absolutely had to. I didn't have to wait before she started rocking slightly under me, and I allowed myself to feel the pleasure surrounding me. Still being gentle, but matching her movement I began to slip into euphoria. I knew there was little chance of me holding back the inevitable this time around, and only hoped that it was just as wonderful on her part. If her enthusiasm was any indication, she was on the same track I was.

Feeling my control slipping, I gave in, I chose not to fight it anymore and let myself lose to the pressure boiling in me. All strength flew from my body, it was more an act of willpower than anything that I managed to roll over, keeping our bodies in complete contact, before my muscles refused to respond anymore. My mind finally started to catch up to me as I lay there enjoying the feel of her shallow breathe against my chest and the feeling of total relaxation. This beat any and all marination sessions I have ever had before, and I was eager to try it again... as soon as I got the energy back. My limited thought processes were enjoyably interrupted, "Wow, only wow doesn't even begin to describe it." I couldn't help but smile knowing that it was me that caused her reaction, "I'm thinking boo-yah doesn't even quite cover it."

I couldn't stop the involuntary chuckle, "Boo-yah doesn't quite cover it. I don't think words can explain that."

My eyes were still closed, but I could feel her pull her body up mine a little farther and her breathe on my face, "Then, forget words." What I can only describe as the most romantic, loving kiss I have ever had followed. There was no urgency, no desire or passion, it was simply full of love. It was that kiss that sapped the last remaining strength and will I had, and sent me into a deep dreamless sleep.