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Here's why this story is rated 'M'. The smuff level is higher than Part 1 and it gets a little... hot.
Are you Still up? Part 2: Pillow Talk by Kimron Posstoppable (AKA VelvetiSmoove)
"Want me to talk you down?"
Ron heard himself say it and he still couldn't believe it. What surprised him more was her response.
There was an awkward silence after that. Kim tried to read his expression. He had said he was dead tired earlier. He was either asleep or thinking with his eyes closed.
"Ron? Are you still up?"
He opened his eyes and smiled. "Yep. And I'm still awake." Barely. If only he weren't so freaking tired. His brain was a foggy sleep deprived wreck that threatened to shut down every few minutes. As it was, he'd fallen asleep just a moment ago.
He watched Kim lay on her back and get settled under her covers on his recently acquired Ronummicator screen. He'd seen her in bed many times before, but not like this. Her lovely round face was a picture of sensual bliss, her eyes full of desire. Oh, man, she was gorgeous without even trying. No makeup, her hair was mussed and she was wearing a simple nightshirt and still she inspired thoughts he wasn't comfortable sharing yet.
That could change after tonight.
He got settled himself, finding a good spot for his Ronummicator and lying on his back.
"Y'know what, K.P.?"
"I have no idea what to say."
Kim giggled. "Me neither."
"'Don't make me start without you?' Where did that come from?"
She blushed. "Well... I was thinking of you and wanted you to know how much I want you, I guess." She positioned her Kimmunicator on her night stand so that he had a view of her from the waist up. "To be honest, I had actually started before I called you."
He didn't know what was a bigger turn-on, that she touched herself or that she had been thinking about him while she she did it.
"So--" That came out an octave higher than he intended. He cleared his throat and continued. "So... you do this a lot?"
"Umm... Touching yourself."
"No. At least, I don't think so. If I had to put a number on it, I'd say two or three times a month." That was her story and she was sticking to it.
"Really? That's two or three times more than I thought you did it."
"It's either that or jump you every time you turn me on." Which was quite a lot lately.
"Are you sure you want me now?"
"Mmm. Yes." It was no lie. Kim reached out and traced his freckles on the screen. "I really wish you were here."
"I do, too. I really do, but I'm seriously wiped." Her soft, almost pleading voice made Ron fight back the urge to sleep. He then mentally penciled in an extra hour or two of sleep the next morning. His lady needed some lovin' and he was going to give it to her even if he couldn't physically be there. "Are there any words you have a problem with?"
"Actually, I've never really thought about--"
"I was just thinking of calling your girl parts "'Gineytown", but that's too silly."
"'Gineytown? Heh. Yeah, right," she chuckled.
"Seriously though, K.P.--"
"I, ah... I call it my peach."
She shrugged. "That's what it looks like to me."
"Hmm. A fuzzy peach?"
Kim noticed his tone had changed completely. More lusty. It made her quiver. "Yeah."
"A juicy peach?"
"Very juicy." She licked her lips seductively. "Want to see how much?"
Oh, God, yes. And yet... "The first time I see your peach, I want it to be up close and personal."
"Oooh. I'd like that." Something suddenly occurred to her. "Wait. You've never seen it?"
"Not even when we switched brains?"
"Didn't even peek." Ron smiled. He hadn't. Successfully lying to Kim was something he could not seem to do, even back then. Not looking at or touching anything more than necessary gave him plausible deniability.
"Yes, way. I was a perfect gentleman." He crossed his arms in mock anger. "What did you do in my body?"
Kim blushed. "Nothing."
Ron's jaw dropped. "You felt me up, didn't you?"
"You are so lying."
"You totally had your way with me!"
Kim winced and blushed even deeper. If he knew the real truth... "Do we have to talk about this now?"
"Nah," Ron chuckled. That should be an interesting conversation. "Let's get back to your peach."
"Your fuzzy, juicy peach." There was that tone again. His voice was even a bit deeper this time.
"Okay." Kim closed her eyes.
He watched her embarrassed face slowly melt into a more serene one. It was nice to know he had this effect on her. Time to turn it up a notch.
"I think I wanna eat your peach."
"Would you like that?"
"Then I will. You know how I get when I eat something I really like."
"Ohh." She remembered what he'd said once about eating Nacos once, "Never eat them in haste," or something like that. The idea of him making a leisurely snack of her "peach" was one that she had only recently allowed herself to entertain. Particularly since the Moodulator incident. She'd run her fingers through his hair, tug on his ears... "I bet you'd be good at it, too."
"Are you doing what I hope you're doing?" Ron could only see her from the waist up, but the rhythmic movement of her upper arm and her soft moans told him what he wanted to know. He just wanted to hear her say so.
"Yeah, I am." She peeked at him through half-lidded eyes. "Are you?"
"Heh. Yeah." It was his turn to blush. He had been stroking himself for the past five minutes, at least. Ron felt like he might pop any second. He closed his eyes and concentrated on his own pleasure for a few moments.
Kim watched him, trying not to laugh at the intense expression on his face. It was an oddly arousing mix of bliss and fierce determination. She could swear she'd seen that face in another context, maybe during a mission, but her mind was too muddled with lust to place it at that moment. She shut her eyes and let her fingers continue to wander.
A smile broke through his intense look as he slowed down in an attempt to delay the inevitable. The memory of Kim kissing him the last time they were alone together spurred him on. They hadn't done anything but kiss and hold each other that day, but up to this point that had been the sexiest experience of his life.
Ron heard her moaning softly, no doubt trying not to be heard by anyone else in the house. He opened an eye and saw her arm moving in earnest and could swear he heard her say, "I want you so much... love you so much...Ohh..."
Her climax took her by surprise, surging through her. Kim inhaled deeply, her mouth open wide as if crying out silently. A strained and barely audible "Ahhhhh..." escaped from her as she exhaled.
As her own tremors subsided, she heard Ron panting and faint squishy sounds coming from her Kimmunicator. She turned her head to look and found herself transfixed by Ron's "O" face, another expression she was certain she had seen before.
He let out a low moan, his eyes tightly shut. After his orgasm subsided, he opened his eyes to see Kim looking back at him. He grinned sheepishly, the most personal intimate thing he had never done in front of her finally exposed. That her look was one of satisfaction and adoration was a huge comfort.
"Mmmm... that was nice." Kim rolled on to her side, facing him.
Ron found his voice. "Yeah, it was."
"Look... Thanks for staying up with me. I know that you're really, really tired." She sighed. "You probably think I'm such an awful slut calling you up like that--"
"It's just... I needed you so much--"
"Shhh. Never. Not to me. Don't ever think that, okay? You're a sweet, nice girl. I'm glad you wanted me that much."
"Now I'm gonna go to sleep and dream of you and your fuzzy juicy peach," he said with a grin.
Kim chuckled. She would never hear the word "peach" without blushing ever again. "Ron?" No answer. "Are you still up?" She looked at the screen.
Ron was out cold. He deserved a good rest, poor thing.
She took the Kimmunicator off the night stand and laid it on her pillow next to her head, her boyfriend's peacefully sleeping face still on the screen.
Kim drifted off to sleep...whereupon she dreamed of eating bananas.