A/N

This is a simple one-shot I wrote as a complement to Chapter 9 of my story "Destiny's Past." This story will make more sense if you've read at least that far into the story, but you might still be able to enjoy it anyways. Bonnie/Ron fluff. Hope you enjoy.

Rainstorm Beginnings

The two teens quietly sat on the couch of the covered porch. They listened to the patter of the heavy rain, absorbed in their own thoughts. The blonde boy was thinking about the events that had brought him to this point. It wasn't quite a chance encounter that had led him to save the brunette beside him. He had gotten a feeling he needed to be somewhere important. His teacher understood, so he changed clothes and headed out. Since then, Bonnie had smiled her way into getting him to teach her self-defense. That was a week ago, and he had yet to regret it. She was an apt and attentive student.

Now, they were hanging out before going home. They did this a lot to give them a chance to talk. He had learned a lot about her since he usually listened while she talked. No words today, and he had no idea what was going through her mind. The blonde boy was broken from his thoughts when the brunette curled up against him, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head on his chest. She pulled her legs underneath herself when he put his arm around her shoulders. This was common, too. Bonnie was in constant need of a hug. If it wasn't about the attack by the three guys, it was about the pressure she was under at home. It's probably why she dated so much; she was looking for the affections her sisters didn't show her.

The brunette still felt weird being here. It was nice being held by Ron; she felt safe. Just being with him had gotten her past the trauma of being attacked. Because of the appearances she tried to keep up, she had to keep everything bottled up. Her sisters just talked down and demeaned her. She had no one to go to with a problem, and the few friends she might trust would only try to inflate her ego in an attempt to help. Bonnie needed to fix something deep within herself, and the blonde boy seemed to hold the answer. He had changed from learning martial arts from the guy that ran the nature preserve, so it might work for her. She wasn't sure what it was about him, but it made her want to earn the respect he was showing her. Even with the way she had treated him, he still fought to protect him just because she needed it.

She still didn't understand him, but she was starting to get there with the time they spent together. It's hard to change your personality overnight, but Ron's encouragements helped her to keep on the path she'd started. Now that the girl had the time to see the real Ron Stoppable, she could see why her rival always hung out with him. This was a guy that saw the person inside and not what that person looked like. Now Bonnie could see the traits her friend Tara had fallen for when she had that crush on him. And, while he wasn't the cutest boy there was, he wasn't hard on the eyes either. He was the first guy that she could believe truly cared for her and wanted nothing more in return than acceptance as himself. If there was any guy she could learn to love, Ron was that guy. And she wanted to finally have a relationship for love instead of status.

He stiffened when he felt her hand had slid under his shirt to scratch lightly across his stomach. "Uh, Bonnie. Whatcha doin?"

She sighed heavily. "Thinking. You think I'm beautiful, right?"

"Definitely. Without a doubt."

"But your not taking advantage of this opportunity to get me. I owe you a lot for everything."

"Two reasons. It's sick and wrong to take advantage of your confusion. You're still figuring out who you are. What happens when you realize it's just a rebound. Second, I'm not comfortable with pretty girls. I can make them laugh with my antics and be a friend, sure. It's trying to impress them and be romantic; I just don't have the confidence."

"But that's what lots of girls want. You're a sweet guy that listens and makes a girl laugh. Some of the girls on the squad would date you."

"Really?" he asked, surprised. Shrugging it off, "Oh, well. They seem to be happy with the guys they're dating."

Bonnie looked up at the blonde, tears brimming in her pleading, blue-green eyes. "I'm not dating anyone. You could even be my first if you wanted."

Ron gazed into her eyes compassionately as he caressed her cheek with a free hand. "All the more reason not to. Your first time is more precious than any time, but each is precious on its own. It should be with someone that loves you unconditionally just as you love them. Right now, I can't say that and claim it's the truth. I don't know if I ever will. You might not think it sometimes, but you do deserve it."

The brunette nuzzled into his hand as tears trailed down her face. "I hate you, Stoppable. How can you make being rejected feel good."

"Years of experience on the receiving end," the boy chuckled.

Bonnie laughed in spite of herself as she sniffed back some tears and lowered her head back to the boy's chest. They quietly sat in the embrace as Ron ran his fingers through her tresses. Finally, she regained her composure. "I'm going to help you with your confidence," she said resolutely.

"How?" the blonde asked, concerned with what that might entail.

Moving, she sat on his lap, facing him. Her knees were beside his hips, and her feet rested by his knees. Lacing her fingers behind his neck, Ron fidgeted nervously. "The way I see it, you just need experience being with a girl. When we're alone, I'll be like your girlfriend. If one of us starts dating someone, we'll stop." The brunette leaned forward and began lightly kissing his neck. "Think of it as friends with benefits," she whispered.

"I don't know, Bonnie," he stammered.

Pouting, "Are you saying you're more afraid of me than all those supervillains?"

"Very much so," the blonde replied with a weak smile.

Sighing lightly, "Let's work on that." Leaning in again, she softly kissed his lips. She felt a small thrill when he started to return the kiss and smiled inwardly when she felt one of his hands press into the small of her back and the other at the nape of her neck. As the kiss deepened, a contented moan escaped her throat; and all she could think about was that kissing wasn't something any girl would have a problem with from Ron. Surprising them both, she put all the passion she had into the hungry kiss as she pressed her body into his. Reluctantly, she broke the kiss and sat back again. Both breathless, the brunette looked into his eyes, trying to hide the hope he would agree and the fear she had pushed too far.

"Wow," he finally said, causing them both to laugh. "Can't say that wasn't a convincing argument," he continued, cupping the side of her face. "But if we're going to do this, we have to go slower. You're still at a delicate place, and I don't want to ruin everything you're working for because I can't control my hormones."

She smiled as she placed her hand over his, "I'm the one that's supposed to say we need to slow down. So, how do we go from here?"

"We both have to keep ourselves in control. If I go farther than you would normally let a guy go, I expect you to tell me. Just remember that I'm your friend first; I'll always be there for you."

Sighing, she shifted so she was sitting sideways on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck as she put her head on his shoulder. She smiled when she felt his arms around her waist, keeping her safe and secure. "Why can't more guys be as sweet as you?"

"Because then I wouldn't be the Ron," he quipped.

She giggled as she gave him a squeeze, nuzzling into his neck. She wasn't sure how long she stayed like that, lost in the security of that embrace; but it was never long enough. The rain had reduced to a slight drizzle, so Ron walked the young girl to her car like always except he now held her hand. As he gave her one last hug goodbye, she gave him a long, tender kiss no less passionate than she had before. "You deserve good things too, Ron," she told the dazed boy. "And I'm going to do my best to give them to you." Kissing him on the nose, she got in her car and drove off, leaving the blonde to stare after her.