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Story 7, Part 2 of the Kim Possible: The Reflections Universe series.

Disclaimer: All Kim Possible characters are the copyright of Walt Disney Corporation. I’m just borrowing them to write up a story with no intention of making any money. This is for fun. All other characters in my stories, that Disney doesn’t own, are mine.

My biggest thanks again go to campy for beta/proofreading this story. Thanks, man! (big grin)

Also thanks to all who read the story even if you didn’t leave a review.

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Kim Possible: The Reflections Universe

Entwined Spirits
Chapter 2 – Fun Times
By JuPMod (aka JPMod)

As she woke up, Yori at first didn’t remember, but as the memories came back to her in an instant, she smiled. What Ron-kun had done to her was just absolutely mind numbing, for he had rocked her world with his capability to just bring her to orgasm after orgasm with relish. She vaguely recalled him carrying her to the bedroom from the kitchen, and for couple hours since, her devoted husband just lavished her into absolute heaven.

Rolling her naked body under the bed sheet, her eyes saw the clock on the nightstand and the sunlight outside the porch door, and she knew it was close to sunset now. Ron-kun was nowhere to be seen, and she figured that he must have awoken sooner and decided to leave her to sleep.

Stretching to work out the kinks in her body, the Japanese woman knew she had slept out all her fatigue and staying in bed would not do her any good. So she got up, sorted through her suitcases for clothing to wear, before heading to the bathroom for her second shower of the day.

The bathroom was unique. It had a bath & shower room separate from the vanity area. One person could take a shower or bath in complete privacy, while another could do what he or she needed to do at the sink. Given the bathtub and shower area were large, it was no wonder Yori and Ron had been able to comfortably make love under the showerhead. It had required some bit of acrobatics on their part, but they had enjoyed it.

Placing down her clothes on a table beside the terry towels, Yori entered the shower and proceeded to clean her body. It was a just a quick scrub, nothing more, given she already had washed her hair hours ago.

As she cleansed any remains of sex from her form’s surface, with a knowing, loving grin, Mrs. Stoppable knew it was not the case inside her, for every time her lover had let go within her, she had welcomed him. It made her feel complete as a woman to know her man chose her, and that one day, she would carry his child with pride. Yes, Yori knew she wouldn’t mind at all to have his children.

Yet, her heart knew that they weren’t ready now to start that family. Both had discussed it a month ago and knew they had a lot to do before even conceiving a child. They had to settle into their jobs upon arriving in California. They had to find or build a house within a reasonable distance from Bueno Nacho HQ. Only afterward would they discuss whether they finally were ready to take on the responsibilities of becoming parents.

So since that conversation a month ago, Yori had been taking her meds given to her by the Yamanouchi physician. She would not ever bear a child resulting from loving Ron during their time here in the resort and no doubt for months to come, but she, as a woman, would one day welcome that magical time she would bear a child, and she would do so proudly.

Finishing her shower, the lithe woman dried herself with a terry towel before donning panties, bra, a simple white t-shirt and black slacks. Her waist-length hair was placed in a ponytail held by a hair scrunchie. Afterward, she left the bathroom to search for her adored spouse.

At the threshold of the bedroom and the rest of the suite, Yori saw her man watching television from the couch. Some of the lights around the entertainment system were on, providing illumination against the growing darkness outside.

With a smile, she strolled causally toward the couch, her bare feet feeling the softness of the carpeted floor. The entire suite was carpeted except for the kitchen and bathroom, which had small carpet rugs.

Being a ninja and knowing he was too, Yori was not surprised when Ron-kun spoke out without his eyes leaving the TV show he was watching. “So how was your nap?”

Upon reaching the couch, she saw he was wearing a Bueno Nacho t-shirt over blue jeans, and like hers, his feet were bare. “It was restful,” she replied as she placed her hands on top of the couch’s backrest and gazed down to her left at her grinning husband. That expression of his told her he was smug. “I had no choice. You exhausted me.”

Her words finally made him unglue his eyes from the TV to look at her. Oh, yes, he was smug all right. “A ‘Booyah’ to the Ronman then! He finally brought down the Lotus Maiden!”

Giving a mock tweaked look, Yori pointed to him. “You did not bring me down, Chosen One.” She did a quick flip over the couch to land sitting right besides him.

“Oh, yes, I diiiiiiid!” Ron sing-songed, still smug. “You slept for more than two hours, while I only napped for less than 30 minutes.”

Yori was skeptical. “I find that hard to believe, Ron-kun. You spent a great deal of energy to do what you did to me.”

Smirking, Ron raised a finger before pointing that finger to himself. “I only came twice, Yori.” The finger then pointed to her. “You on the other hand came so many times, I lost count.”

A snort of amusement broke out of her. She couldn’t deny it, for it was the first time she had so many multiple orgasms that at some points she almost passed out.

Shaking her head and grinning, Yori scooted closer and snuggled her head in the crook of his shoulder while keeping her eyes on the TV. She felt his right arm wrap around her shoulders to gently hug her. “I will not be able to do battle with you for quite some time, Ron-kun. I’m a tad sore for the time being.”

“Well, it’s about time,” Ron mock frowned. “Where are you getting your energy, woman?” She giggled at that. “Last night, this morning, in the shower, and in the kitchen!” He groaned a bit. “For a time, I thought I had created a monster.” His frown turned into a small grin. “Lucky for me, I was finally able to exhaust you enough to stop you.”

Giggling some more, Yori shrugged a bit. “Maybe because I have at last found sex to be truly enjoyable. To be with a man I love deeply.” She paused when she felt his lips kiss her forehead, making her lovingly smile. “I have not experienced this level of paradise with any of my previous suitors.”

Ron chuckled. “Well, that shows the Ronman is the man!”

Yori narrowed her eyes, slyly grinning. “You are a man, Ron-kun. I did marry you after all.”

“That you did, Mrs. Stoppable. That you did,” he grandly agreed. She only responded by using her left hand to move his right hand from her shoulder to her waist and there she held his hand, stroking his hand with her fingers. His amused smile turned into a tender one afterward.

After a few minutes of watching a Japanese anime, Ron broke the silence. “So… Have any suggestions on what we can do for the rest of the evening?”

“Hai,” Yori grinned. “We will watch TV together for the time being, and later tonight, we will go swimming.” Her head slightly turned to hold his eyes with her twinkling ones. “I want to check out the swimming pool and the hot tub.”

His widening smile spoke volumes to her on what he thought about that. “Sounds like a plan, Yori. I particularly want to check out the hot tub.” Ron focused on the TV again, prompting her to do the same. “Oh, yes. I really want to check out that hot tub.”

Yori chuckled in total agreement.

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Floating on his back in the clear, blue, tepid water, Ron was gazing up at the night sky. The edges of the top of some trees nearby blocked part of the sky, but he could see most of it easily without needing to move at all. Ever since he was a teen, he had perfected the art of ‘marinating’, relaxation for the pros, to a master level. Just relaxing in the in-ground pool and looking up at the heavens was one thing he could easily do with enjoyment.

One thing he was grateful though was for the privacy fence surrounding the pool, in-ground jacuzzi, and patio area of his and Yori’s suite. A high wooden fence started at the building and went all the way around the small region, and given it was quite high, no one could jump over or anyway even see between the joints since the boards were so close to each other.  The fence gave reassurance that prying eyes would not be looking in on any private moments between him and his wife.

His lips formed a frown on a regret. The night sky didn’t have many stars in view, due to the high concentration of city lights obstructing the starlight. It would have made the romantic atmosphere a bit more intimate if the stars really were viewable.

Turning around, the blond man began to paddle a bit around the pool. It was not a large swimming pool for water sports and such, but small enough for a few people to have some fun.

The rectangular pool and the nearby round jacuzzi were enclosed by wooden decking that went up to the building and the two patio, sliding doors of the suite. Lights underneath the water on the inside walls of the pool and jacuzzi provided illumination, providing yet another romantic touch to the setting. The only lights above the water were three wall-mounted, soft lamps – one above each patio door and another above an outside showerhead just to the right of the bedroom patio door.

Ron sighed with a small grin. It had only been less than five minutes since he came out from the bedroom, and before he left, he had turned on all the lights and the jacuzzi from the switch panel on the bedroom wall next to the patio door. As of now, the only thing he knew that would make things complete was for a certain beautiful Japanese woman to join him.

Hearing the patio door open, Ron turned in the water to see Yori, her hair loose and free down her back, walking over the threshold before sliding the door closed behind her. Her dark eyes focused on him, she strolled over to the pool, and a grinning husband of hers kept his eyes on her all the time.

As she approached, Ron curiously noticed something about her. She was wearing a white swimsuit cover-up that doubled as a nice summer dress. He had seen her use that cover-up twice before when they had gone to the beach. Yet he noticed the wide straps of a swimsuit going around her neck, and he knew immediately it was not the one-piece tank suit she normally wore.

When they were at the beach, Yori wore a mostly modest one-piece, two-strap, black swimsuit with tiny hint of cleavage, keyhole bare back running from shoulder to waist, and somewhat high hips. Ron’s eyes could see that she was definitely wearing a new swimsuit, but the cover-up dress prevented him from telling what kind of suit she was wearing.

Yori devilishly smirked as she stopped at the edge of the length of the pool and gazed down at her man. She knew he saw she wasn’t wearing her typical bathing suit, so it provided her a sense of power and pleasure to do what was next. With both arms crossing over each other, the gorgeous woman reached down and lifted the dress by the hem over her head.

Ron felt like he was punched by a roundhouse kick, for his face showed his shock upon seeing Yori’s new two-piece swimsuit. The halter-top had wide straps that tied around the neck, and no doubt it was hooked in the back. Yet its greatest asset was the underwire support that pushed her breasts up into a better eye-catching shape, and it displayed the beautiful ninja’s entire cleavage, which would have caught every red-blooded male’s attention if they had been currently at the beach. The bottom piece had high cut legs with scoop front, and despite he could only see the front of her, Ron guessed the rear covered her round butt in a provocative way. The color was another eye catcher. It was red. Close to the same color as her favorite headband and just a tad lower in shade than the swim trunks he was wearing. Yori was indeed a goddess standing before him in all her splendor.

Grinning in triumph, Yori had guessed correctly how her husband would react, and she took pure, devilment delight in her influence over him. “Do you like what you see, Ron-kun?” she softly asked with a slight purr as she dropped the cover-up dress. Ron could only nod in stupor, since he still was unable to form words.

Knowing his eyes would always be on her, Yori walked seductively toward the edge of the deep end of the pool, and there standing on the edge, she allowed him another moment to behold her before diving into the waters. Ron watched her swam under the water toward him, and when she surfaced in front of him, she smoothed back her wet hair with both hands before eyeing him with a seductive expression, the long hair strands under the water floating around her.

Ever since they had arrived at their suite yesterday, Ron had been shown more and more of Yori’s wild and sexy side. She was not ever like this to him in public or in front of anyone at Yamanouchi. He had seen this side of her rarely in private in her quarters at the school, but it was nothing compared to what she was doing to him in the past 24 hours and especially now.

“What… are… you… doing… to… me… Yori?” he finally managed to speak in a soft strangled voice. He just couldn’t take his eyes off her. Her wet black mane shined and reflected the light of the pool from below. Her skin glistening with water droplets, and even her wet face glowed.

Instead of answering at first, the lissome woman paddled around her handsome partner, touching him here and there in such a stimulating way that he felt his blood began to boil. “What do you think I’m doing to you, Ron-kun?” she softly purred in his ear from behind before slowly moving to his front, keeping her eyes on his. She then wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her front to his, feeling him enfolding her waist with his arms. “I want you,” Yori whispered erotically before claiming his lips in a deep kiss, feeling him returned. They melted into each other.

Breaking for air, they stared at each until Yori smiled predatory at him. Ron couldn’t help but to blurt out the first thing on his mind. “I thought you were sore.”

Yori couldn’t help it, for his words made her laugh out loud in mirth as she closed her eyes and buried his face in the crook of his neck.

Confusion etched Ron’s face for a few moments, until his brain figured it out. His face transformed into a tweaked expression. “Yori…” he chided in a low voice.

Calming down, she raised her mirthful face to look into his. “Hai, I’m still sore. You really did think that I wanted to make love again.”

“God, Yori!” he exclaimed, still tweaked yet a grin slowly graced his face. “I’m a guy, ya know! I can’t help but to think that way given what you were doing to me!”

“I know,” Yori replied with a knowing, sly look. She leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Just because we can not do that again, my husband, doesn’t mean we can not be,” she nipped his ear to drive her point home, “playful.”

Ron couldn’t disagree with that as his lips gave an imp of a grin. He ran a finger up her spine, causing her to startle her head back with a gasp, her face showing her amused endorsement of his actions. “Oh, I’m all for being playful, Mrs. Stoppable,” he grinned wickedly at her. “You’ve been a bad girl.”

“That is correct, I have been,” Yori narrowed her almond eyes in challenge. “What are you going to do about it?”

He pretended to think about it for a moment. “Oh, I could do this.” His finger tickled a spot on her waist, making her jump and cry out briefly. “I could do that.” He tickled another spot, producing the same result, before she pushed away from him, her face briefly showing a giggling expression before becoming a mock-ticked one.

“You are too sure of yourself, Ron-kun,” she tilted her chin at him in defiance, yet her eyes twinkled.

“You got that right,” he countered immediately, smirking.

That earned the blond American a splash in the face from his Japanese wife. She swam backward away from him, a giggling lopsided grin on her as she kept her eyes on his narrow-eyed façade.

“You’ll pay for that, ninja girl,” Ron pointed menacingly at her.

“Oh?” Yori retorted, getting into the act. “Said the master? Ha! You don’t have the means to defeat me, ninja boy.”

He grinned, accepting the challenge. “We’ll see about that.” With that, Ron dove under toward her.

Yori, for her part, pretended that she was helpless as she watched him approach and tried to get away from him. With a shriek, she was pulled under by the ankle, and a minute later, the young couple emerged with a splash, their joint laughter joyful and playful as they tried to tickle each other and get one over the other.

So for many minutes play they did – tickling, mock strangling and combat, racing and challenging one another, and just basking in being with each other. They even sometimes just held each other and kissed as their feet and legs paddled underneath them to keep them afloat.

By mutual unspoken agreement, they rested side-by-side on the corner steps at the shallow end of the pool, half of their bodies under the water at the waist as they sat. Ron had his right hand around her waist, and Yori simply held his hand in both of hers.

“That was fun,” Ron admitted as they sat there and gazed up at the sky together.

“Hai,” she saw eye to eye with him. “I certainly loved tickling you,” she chuckled.

“I have to say the same to you,” the blond smirked and gently tickled a spot on her waist with the hand already there. Giving a giggle, the oriental woman softly hit his chest with a fist, prompting him to chuckle in turn.

Looking down to his right at his beloved, Ron finally remembered a question he was meaning to ask her upon first seeing her in her new two-piece swimsuit. “Yori?” She turned her head toward him. “When did you buy this new swimsuit? Not that I’m complaining, given you look bon-diggity hot in it,” he added with a smile, making her lips widen into a smile as well. “Just you were wearing your tank suit two months ago when we took our vacation at the beach, so when did you buy this new suit?”

With a tiny shrug, Yori answered his question. “A week ago, when Kagome-chan and I went out to shop. She suggested that I buy some new clothing, and knowing we would be coming to this resort and the private pool we would be sharing, she proposed I buy a new swimsuit to wear for you.” Her lips became wicked. “I tried on several suits and found this two-piece the most comfortable as well as alluring to know you would love it. Based on your reactions, you do love it.”

“Ya bet’cha, beautiful,” Ron grinned while squeezing her waist a bit before leaning over to place a kiss on her forehead. His wife grinned tenderly upon his loving gesture.

A slight breeze blew; chilling Yori given half of her wet body was out of the water. She shivered a bit, and Ron noticed. “Come on,” he kindly grinned at her, squeezing her waist again. “The jacuzzi will warm you up.”

“Hai,” she said, for she didn’t argue. The jacuzzi was exactly what she needed now.

Standing up, causing water to drip off her form, Yori turned to walk up the few steps to the top when she heard a wolf-whistle from behind her. The evocative sound made her remember another aspect of her new swimsuit that her husband, until that moment, hadn’t noticed. With a smirking, bemused face, the ninja woman looked over her shoulder to see exactly what she expected to see – Ron, still sitting, leering at her shapely butt. “Find something, Ron-kun?”

Chocolate eyes tipped up to lock on her dark orbs. “The fabric on the back of your bottom piece is outlining the crack of your ass, ninja girl.”

“So it is,” she directed back at him, cocking her hips a bit in a seductive manner before she walked out of the pool, swaying her hips. Like a moth attracted to light, Ron quickly followed, his eyes glued to that round derriere. The bottom piece didn’t cover her entire behind but half way, and it had to be somewhat tight to let the fabric ride up the crack to outline it. The Ronman once more had to hand it to his wife; she’d surprised him once more.

Reaching the jacuzzi, the water bubbling and churning, Yori took the few steps down to the bottom and center of the round tub, before she ducked under the waters for a brief time and emerged, her hands smoothing back her hair. She turned in time to see Ron just stepping into the tub. “The water is divine,” she softly moaned, savoring the warm pulsating jets flowing around her body.

Upon joining her, Ron as well dunked himself briefly before stilling himself and letting the waters surge around him. He grinned upon seeing Yori’s nearly blissful face.

Yamanouchi had wonderful hot springs, but they didn’t have such luxuries like a jacuzzi. It was not necessary; given the hot water from the springs was enough to help relax tired muscles and other physical problems. It was the same pretty much with his experience, since jacuzzis were not needed equipment at Middleton High, Bueno Nacho HQ, and other places. So both Ron and Yori always took the opportunity to use a jacuzzi whenever they happened to be able to use one. Tonight was definitely one of those times.

Reaching over, Ron, using unspoken hand commands, instructed Yori to kneel on the tub’s floor, enabling the water to reach up to her shoulders. He knelt behind her, scooped her wet hair over one shoulder, and started to knead her neck and shoulders.

“Oooooh,” the Japanese ninja moaned as her eyes flickered shut. “That feels good, Ron-kun. Don’t stop.” Another moan followed as she tilted her head down a bit to allow his hands better access to perform the wonderful massage. A grinning American ninja was happy to oblige her.

Yori definitely was no stranger to her spouse’s magical touch with massages. He first showed his talent two years ago when they bathed in a hot spring in swimsuits together. When they had experienced their first jacuzzi at a hotel during the same year, she found his massages were even better when added with the warm, pulsing waters of the jacuzzi. She definitely loved his massages and jacuzzis together, for she could be taken to celestial heights that would make her putty in his hands.

After several minutes of skin rubbing, Ron could see, hear, and feel she was so relaxed that she almost fell asleep with a very delightful grin. He kissed her shoulder, before Yori reached over her right shoulder to place her hand on his head. They both turned their heads toward one another at the same time; however, it was she who initiated the kiss, a soulful, melting kiss that made them both moan. Parting with a smooch, the newlyweds smiled warmly at each other.

“Happy?” he teasingly inquired, knowing the answer already.

“With you, hai,” she huskily responded before once more kissing him, melting into him again. She just couldn’t get enough of his kisses, for he was able to take her breath away every time.

Not able to get enough of each other, they stayed in the center of the tub, kissing, petting, and necking. Yori loved it when Ron brushed his lips down her neck with soft kisses and caresses. It made her pulse quicken, and for a moment, she wished she weren’t sore so she could make love to him again.

Eventually, the two lovebirds moved to sit on one side of the hot tub, when they felt their knees were getting uncomfortable. Ron was pleasantly surprised that Yori sat on his lap, like a child would, on her side with her facing his right side, her left cheek resting on his right shoulder. The position made it possible for him to rub soothingly along her back with one hand while the other caressed her thighs. Even in their new location in the jacuzzi, the water reached up to their shoulders.

So in silence, they sat there, lovingly touching and stroking each other. Ron felt her hands playing with his sparse chest hair and the strands at the back of his neck. Looking at her, she appeared tranquil with eyes closed and a small grin, and the sight clenched his heart in the familiar feeling he knew ever since he realized he loved her a year ago. Closing his eyes and matching her expression, the blond man placed his right cheek on her forehead, and even though he couldn’t see it, he knew her grin broadened upon feeling him.

After a few minutes, he felt a palm cup his left cheek, and Ron opened his eyes to gaze down into a smiling face full of love and kindness, once more making his heart clench. He could tell from looking at that face that his expression mirrored hers and no doubt she must be feeling the same as him. “Something on your mind, love?”

Ron could tell he didn’t need to say anything. Yori knew, so he replied with action instead of words. He connected his lips to her in a gentle and loving touch that conveyed his feelings, and she responded in turn just as equally, feeling her hand caress his cheek as they kissed expressing their deep love for one another.

When they parted with a soft smooch, the young couple once more smiled at each other as they did before. It felt like they truly were connected through their souls.

Yori softly sighed happily. “I feel the same,” she whispered affectionately.

“I know,” Ron replied in the same tone.

So knowing what they wanted without the need to express it, the newlyweds for a second time sealed their lips together feeling their love again course through them. They held on to each, not wanting to let go of each other.

High above the Stoppables, as they continued to kiss, a shooting star streaked across the night sky. The lip-locked couple may not have seen it, but there was little doubt in their hearts what they would wish for if they had.

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The fresh scent of trees and plants was in the air. The sun radiated its warmth as it moved across the blue sky with a few puffy clouds. Occasionally the sounds of birds chirping could be heard around them. It was a gorgeous day to be outdoors.

And that was exactly what Ron and Yori were doing. Enjoying the outdoors as they hiked along a trail through the woods up a gradual slope of the hills.

After their time in the jacuzzi last night, the young couple, after drying off, had gone to bed to sleep. Just sleep. Both had changed into their sleepwear, he in his silk pajamas and she in a long, silk, black, spaghetti-strap nightgown, and once they hit the pillows, they fell into a peaceful slumber. They were just too tired to do anything but spoon together with him against her back. The warm, calming waters of the hot tub had relaxed them completely to the point of exhaustion.

In the morning while eating breakfast, Yori suggested they spend the day hiking, and Ron agreed. As nice as the luxury suite was, they knew a change of scenery was needed and welcomed. Spending their entire stay inside was a waste, no matter how much they enjoyed their lovemaking.

Ron definitely didn’t mind the change. Better than being cooped inside with four walls around you. Besides, he certainly was savoring the new scenery all right. Yori was ahead of him, and she was wearing a pink/red tank top, tight short denim shorts, white socks, and hiking shoes. Her long hair was in a ponytail, held up by a white hair tie at the top-back of her head, which enabled her hair to not touch her back. For the blond man, that butt in the tight shorts sure was giving him a show.

Of course, Yori knew her husband was watching her ass, and she took some perverse delight in knowing he was eying her this way as they hiked up the trail. She in turn enjoyed seeing him in a white t-shirt, shorts, socks, and hiking boots as he carried a small backpack containing water, food, and emergency stuff, just in case. The t-shirt was a bit snug on his torso, showing his toned muscles. Far as the pretty ninja was concerned, he was the handsomest man on the planet.

Now it was approaching mid-day, and both knew they had trekked far from the mountain resort. Entering a clearing, the view permitted them to see the lake far below. It was not a huge lake, but it was not small either. It was just big enough for people to boat, swim, and even fish in it, and the resort was along the shore off one side.

The resort was a mountain retreat, serving the lake and the surrounding area.  It was least a two- to three-hour journey from Yamanouchi, using the way Ron and Yori had traveled. The helicopter had taken them to the nearest airport relative to the resort, and from the airport, a cab had taken them to the resort.

Passing the clearing into the woods once more, they ventured a few more minutes until stopping beside a large tree to rest. Pulling out two water bottles from the backpack, they drank in silence as they took in the gorgeous woods around them.

In truth, they hadn’t even worked up a sweat from the hike. They had so many times hiked up and down Yamanouchi that this mountain hike was child’s play, and given their ninja training and youth, Ron and Yori had the endurance for long-term exercises.

“So,” Ron broke the comfortable quiet, “when do you think we should return to the resort? It is mid-day now.”

Yori grinned. “According to the map, we should be close to the lookout ridge. We can go there and trek down the mountain by the other trail that will take us to the other side of the resort.”

Taking a drink from his bottle, Ron smiled. “Fine with me. It’ll give us the chance to explore some more and get back in time for dinner.”

Shaking her head, Yori giggled. “Do you always think of food most of the time, Ron-kun?” she teased, patting his stomach to draw home her point.

Ron’s face became goofy. “Yep. I am after all the master chef!”

A sputter of a laugh escaped her upon hearing the emphasis. “Ron-kun… A picture came to my mind of you in a chef’s uniform wielding the Lotus Blade as a cooking utensil.”

“Hmmmmm,” he hummed. “Come to think about it, it can become a handle cooking utensil.” He smirked surely. “I can transform it into any cooking tool I need. One tool fits all!”

“No!” Yori spoke out in mirth against such an idea. “You will not use the Lotus Blade in such matters.” Ron chuckled; making his wife gently punch his chest playfully.

Looking at him, the beautiful Japanese woman felt impish as some thoughts came to her. She took his water bottle out of his hand and placed both his and hers down on the ground. Before the American man could voice his confusion, she suddenly pushed him against the tree and latched her mouth over his, grinding her form against his.

Ron was surprised, but he quickly shed his shock as he kissed back, allowing his love’s tongue access to his mouth as they continued to kiss open-mouthed. He certainly could feel her enthusiasm as she continued to grind her hips to her, and he knew she loved feeling his. It felt badical to feel her against him this way as his hands groped the athletic taut globes of her rear, returning her feelings and actions in the same way.

They finally parted, but only due to their need for air. Gasping, the lovers stared at each other a moment before grinning. She leaned up to nip his ear. “Enjoy that, Ron-kun?” she whispered.

“Lady,” Ron sighed, still grinning. “You already know how much you have an effect on me.”

Yori giggled at that. “Hai. I know.”  Ron expected her to initiate another long ‘lips smushing’ session, but she did something that once more took him unawares.

Pulling him away from the tree, the nimble ninja used her leg to swiftly knock her husband’s feet out from under him. Ron stared up at Yori’s smirking, challenging, mirthful face. “You’re it.” With musical laughter, she sprinted away as Ron turned over to look after her, a smirk slowly gracing his lips.

“Oooooh, so that’s your game, eh, ninja girl?” the blond ninja master asked as he stood up. “You’re on.” He ran in the general direction he last saw his mischievous wife. “You are so going to be caught, you little tease!”

And the game was now afoot.

During his two years of training at Yamanouchi, Ron suggested a fun way to test students’ aptitudes using a children’s game – the game of Tag. Using the forests around Yamanouchi, students in a class were pitted against each other where both the hunter and the prey had to use all their known skills, sans weapons, to gain points. The hunter had to sense and find the prey, who had to do the best to avoid capture. It was a game which even Sensei agreed would test a ninja’s tracking and stealth skills to the highest level one could reach.

Naturally, Ron, being a student, participated in the game he’d created. He had been pitted against those close to his level during his first year, but as his skills grew, he faced with even more highly trained opponents, like Hirotaka. Only in the past few months, he was pitted against Yamanouchi’s master himself – Sensei. Sensei may look old, but his stealth and tracking skills were superb. The wise man could easily track Ron down in mere minutes and hide for hours without being caught once. When Ron did finally catch Sensei, for the first time, on his tenth Tag game with the ninja master, Sensei smiled and said that Ron was now a master. And it was true, for only a master could catch another master.

Ron had faced Yori a few times during the first year, but after they became boyfriend/girlfriend, Sensei thought it was best they not face each other. They didn’t argue, although it was somewhat a blow to their egos. However, they did play the game on their own without involving testing themselves. The last time they played was months ago before Ron reached the master level.

Now, as the blond man walked through the woods, he was about to test his master skills, for the first time, against the woman he loved. He knew she had no desire to reach master level, for she was satisfied as a ninja warrior, so he knew he had the advantage.

A slight creak of a large branch made him narrow his eyes as they rolled to the left, yet he kept walking. A tiny sound of feet landing on dirt ground focused him to the front left, and yet another creak of a branch was heard, like someone jumping from the ground to the branch of another tree. Ron kept his face impassive, yet he mentally grinned, for he knew where she was.

Passing a large tree, he sighted a small pebble on the ground, and immediately his mind formulated a plan, which he swiftly placed into action.

With lightning speed, Ron picked up the pebble and threw it up into the tree at a particular branch, and just after he threw the stone, he jumped, as the stone was en route, into the air to a large branch on the next tree. As his feet landed on the branch, he smugly looked up to see the female form of Yori sailing right toward him. She was surprised to see him waiting for him, and it was just as he predicted.

To avoid the pebble, Yori had to jump out of the way, and instinctively, she leaped to the largest branch of the next tree, where Ron knew he would able to capture her as she quite literally fell into his arms.

And fall into his arms she did with enough force to knock both off the branch. Both instantly rolled their forms together into a ball and landed on their feet at the same time. As they stood up together, his arms were still tightly around hers, trapping them, thus the only part of her arms she could move were her hands, splayed on his chest.

Yori was softly laughing as she gazed up into the smirking, gleeful face of her captor. “Consider yourself caught, ninja girl,” he grandly gloated.

“Hai, I yield,” she grinned; face still mirthful before changing into a playful one. “What is my penalty, Master Stoppable?”

With a lopsided grin, Ron gave the consideration some mock thought before answering. “I think I have an appropriate punishment,” he said before he quickly locked his lips over hers and kissed her so firmly and soundly that she clutched his shirt and moaned from the reeling emotions he was producing in her.

“Kami,” she thought as she savored his lips, “he is amazing.”  His lips parted from hers, yet she kept her eyes closed. “Ron-kun?”

Before she opened her almond eyes, Yori felt her husband rapidly back off a step before knocking her feet out from under her. With a yelp, she fell onto her butt and looked up to see Ron pointing both index fingers at her with a smirk. “You’re it!” the blond laughed before running off.

The Lotus Maiden didn’t waste time, for she sprinted after him with a determined yet good-natured face. She really was having so much fun, and she vowed to capture herself a ninja master.

A wide smile came to her as she mentally laughed while still running. “I already did capture a master. Yesterday at my wedding,” she smirked at the irony.

So for many hours, the Chosen One and the Lotus Maiden played Tag in the woods, forgetting their initial plans to hike down the mountain via another trail.

Other passing hikers, when they passed the area, swore they heard laughing and other amusing sounds coming from the trees. They shook it off, for how could anyone be able to climb so high into the trees?

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TBC (End of Chapter 2)

:) (Smile) — Description
Story 7, Part 2 of the Kim Possible: The Reflections Universe series.

Disclaimer: All Kim Possible characters are the copyright of Walt Disney Corporation. I’m just borrowing them to write up a story with no intention of making any money. This is for fun. All other characters in my stories, that Disney doesn’t own, are mine.

My biggest thanks again go to campy for beta/proofreading this story. Thanks, man! (big grin)

Also thanks to all who read the story even if you didn’t leave a review.

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Kim Possible: The Reflections Universe

Entwined Spirits
Chapter 2 – Fun Times
By JuPMod (aka JPMod)

As she woke up, Yori at first didn’t remember, but as the memories came back to her in an instant, she smiled. What Ron-kun had done to her was just absolutely mind numbing, for he had rocked her world with his capability to just bring her to orgasm after orgasm with relish. She vaguely recalled him carrying her to the bedroom from the kitchen, and for couple hours since, her devoted husband just lavished her into absolute heaven.

Rolling her naked body under the bed sheet, her eyes saw the clock on the nightstand and the sunlight outside the porch door, and she knew it was close to sunset now. Ron-kun was nowhere to be seen, and she figured that he must have awoken sooner and decided to leave her to sleep.

Stretching to work out the kinks in her body, the Japanese woman knew she had slept out all her fatigue and staying in bed would not do her any good. So she got up, sorted through her suitcases for clothing to wear, before heading to the bathroom for her second shower of the day.

The bathroom was unique. It had a bath & shower room separate from the vanity area. One person could take a shower or bath in complete privacy, while another could do what he or she needed to do at the sink. Given the bathtub and shower area were large, it was no wonder Yori and Ron had been able to comfortably make love under the showerhead. It had required some bit of acrobatics on their part, but they had enjoyed it.

Placing down her clothes on a table beside the terry towels, Yori entered the shower and proceeded to clean her body. It was a just a quick scrub, nothing more, given she already had washed her hair hours ago.

As she cleansed any remains of sex from her form’s surface, with a knowing, loving grin, Mrs. Stoppable knew it was not the case inside her, for every time her lover had let go within her, she had welcomed him. It made her feel complete as a woman to know her man chose her, and that one day, she would carry his child with pride. Yes, Yori knew she wouldn’t mind at all to have his children.

Yet, her heart knew that they weren’t ready now to start that family. Both had discussed it a month ago and knew they had a lot to do before even conceiving a child. They had to settle into their jobs upon arriving in California. They had to find or build a house within a reasonable distance from Bueno Nacho HQ. Only afterward would they discuss whether they finally were ready to take on the responsibilities of becoming parents.

So since that conversation a month ago, Yori had been taking her meds given to her by the Yamanouchi physician. She would not ever bear a child resulting from loving Ron during their time here in the resort and no doubt for months to come, but she, as a woman, would one day welcome that magical time she would bear a child, and she would do so proudly.

Finishing her shower, the lithe woman dried herself with a terry towel before donning panties, bra, a simple white t-shirt and black slacks. Her waist-length hair was placed in a ponytail held by a hair scrunchie. Afterward, she left the bathroom to search for her adored spouse.

At the threshold of the bedroom and the rest of the suite, Yori saw her man watching television from the couch. Some of the lights around the entertainment system were on, providing illumination against the growing darkness outside.

With a smile, she strolled causally toward the couch, her bare feet feeling the softness of the carpeted floor. The entire suite was carpeted except for the kitchen and bathroom, which had small carpet rugs.

Being a ninja and knowing he was too, Yori was not surprised when Ron-kun spoke out without his eyes leaving the TV show he was watching. “So how was your nap?”

Upon reaching the couch, she saw he was wearing a Bueno Nacho t-shirt over blue jeans, and like hers, his feet were bare. “It was restful,” she replied as she placed her hands on top of the couch’s backrest and gazed down to her left at her grinning husband. That expression of his told her he was smug. “I had no choice. You exhausted me.”

Her words finally made him unglue his eyes from the TV to look at her. Oh, yes, he was smug all right. “A ‘Booyah’ to the Ronman then! He finally brought down the Lotus Maiden!”

Giving a mock tweaked look, Yori pointed to him. “You did not bring me down, Chosen One.” She did a quick flip over the couch to land sitting right besides him.

“Oh, yes, I diiiiiiid!” Ron sing-songed, still smug. “You slept for more than two hours, while I only napped for less than 30 minutes.”

Yori was skeptical. “I find that hard to believe, Ron-kun. You spent a great deal of energy to do what you did to me.”

Smirking, Ron raised a finger before pointing that finger to himself. “I only came twice, Yori.” The finger then pointed to her. “You on the other hand came so many times, I lost count.”

A snort of amusement broke out of her. She couldn’t deny it, for it was the first time she had so many multiple orgasms that at some points she almost passed out.

Shaking her head and grinning, Yori scooted closer and snuggled her head in the crook of his shoulder while keeping her eyes on the TV. She felt his right arm wrap around her shoulders to gently hug her. “I will not be able to do battle with you for quite some time, Ron-kun. I’m a tad sore for the time being.”

“Well, it’s about time,” Ron mock frowned. “Where are you getting your energy, woman?” She giggled at that. “Last night, this morning, in the shower, and in the kitchen!” He groaned a bit. “For a time, I thought I had created a monster.” His frown turned into a small grin. “Lucky for me, I was finally able to exhaust you enough to stop you.”

Giggling some more, Yori shrugged a bit. “Maybe because I have at last found sex to be truly enjoyable. To be with a man I love deeply.” She paused when she felt his lips kiss her forehead, making her lovingly smile. “I have not experienced this level of paradise with any of my previous suitors.”

Ron chuckled. “Well, that shows the Ronman is the man!”

Yori narrowed her eyes, slyly grinning. “You are a man, Ron-kun. I did marry you after all.”

“That you did, Mrs. Stoppable. That you did,” he grandly agreed. She only responded by using her left hand to move his right hand from her shoulder to her waist and there she held his hand, stroking his hand with her fingers. His amused smile turned into a tender one afterward.

After a few minutes of watching a Japanese anime, Ron broke the silence. “So… Have any suggestions on what we can do for the rest of the evening?”

“Hai,” Yori grinned. “We will watch TV together for the time being, and later tonight, we will go swimming.” Her head slightly turned to hold his eyes with her twinkling ones. “I want to check out the swimming pool and the hot tub.”

His widening smile spoke volumes to her on what he thought about that. “Sounds like a plan, Yori. I particularly want to check out the hot tub.” Ron focused on the TV again, prompting her to do the same. “Oh, yes. I really want to check out that hot tub.”

Yori chuckled in total agreement.

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Floating on his back in the clear, blue, tepid water, Ron was gazing up at the night sky. The edges of the top of some trees nearby blocked part of the sky, but he could see most of it easily without needing to move at all. Ever since he was a teen, he had perfected the art of ‘marinating’, relaxation for the pros, to a master level. Just relaxing in the in-ground pool and looking up at the heavens was one thing he could easily do with enjoyment.

One thing he was grateful though was for the privacy fence surrounding the pool, in-ground jacuzzi, and patio area of his and Yori’s suite. A high wooden fence started at the building and went all the way around the small region, and given it was quite high, no one could jump over or anyway even see between the joints since the boards were so close to each other.  The fence gave reassurance that prying eyes would not be looking in on any private moments between him and his wife.

His lips formed a frown on a regret. The night sky didn’t have many stars in view, due to the high concentration of city lights obstructing the starlight. It would have made the romantic atmosphere a bit more intimate if the stars really were viewable.

Turning around, the blond man began to paddle a bit around the pool. It was not a large swimming pool for water sports and such, but small enough for a few people to have some fun.

The rectangular pool and the nearby round jacuzzi were enclosed by wooden decking that went up to the building and the two patio, sliding doors of the suite. Lights underneath the water on the inside walls of the pool and jacuzzi provided illumination, providing yet another romantic touch to the setting. The only lights above the water were three wall-mounted, soft lamps – one above each patio door and another above an outside showerhead just to the right of the bedroom patio door.

Ron sighed with a small grin. It had only been less than five minutes since he came out from the bedroom, and before he left, he had turned on all the lights and the jacuzzi from the switch panel on the bedroom wall next to the patio door. As of now, the only thing he knew that would make things complete was for a certain beautiful Japanese woman to join him.

Hearing the patio door open, Ron turned in the water to see Yori, her hair loose and free down her back, walking over the threshold before sliding the door closed behind her. Her dark eyes focused on him, she strolled over to the pool, and a grinning husband of hers kept his eyes on her all the time.

As she approached, Ron curiously noticed something about her. She was wearing a white swimsuit cover-up that doubled as a nice summer dress. He had seen her use that cover-up twice before when they had gone to the beach. Yet he noticed the wide straps of a swimsuit going around her neck, and he knew immediately it was not the one-piece tank suit she normally wore.

When they were at the beach, Yori wore a mostly modest one-piece, two-strap, black swimsuit with tiny hint of cleavage, keyhole bare back running from shoulder to waist, and somewhat high hips. Ron’s eyes could see that she was definitely wearing a new swimsuit, but the cover-up dress prevented him from telling what kind of suit she was wearing.

Yori devilishly smirked as she stopped at the edge of the length of the pool and gazed down at her man. She knew he saw she wasn’t wearing her typical bathing suit, so it provided her a sense of power and pleasure to do what was next. With both arms crossing over each other, the gorgeous woman reached down and lifted the dress by the hem over her head.

Ron felt like he was punched by a roundhouse kick, for his face showed his shock upon seeing Yori’s new two-piece swimsuit. The halter-top had wide straps that tied around the neck, and no doubt it was hooked in the back. Yet its greatest asset was the underwire support that pushed her breasts up into a better eye-catching shape, and it displayed the beautiful ninja’s entire cleavage, which would have caught every red-blooded male’s attention if they had been currently at the beach. The bottom piece had high cut legs with scoop front, and despite he could only see the front of her, Ron guessed the rear covered her round butt in a provocative way. The color was another eye catcher. It was red. Close to the same color as her favorite headband and just a tad lower in shade than the swim trunks he was wearing. Yori was indeed a goddess standing before him in all her splendor.

Grinning in triumph, Yori had guessed correctly how her husband would react, and she took pure, devilment delight in her influence over him. “Do you like what you see, Ron-kun?” she softly asked with a slight purr as she dropped the cover-up dress. Ron could only nod in stupor, since he still was unable to form words.

Knowing his eyes would always be on her, Yori walked seductively toward the edge of the deep end of the pool, and there standing on the edge, she allowed him another moment to behold her before diving into the waters. Ron watched her swam under the water toward him, and when she surfaced in front of him, she smoothed back her wet hair with both hands before eyeing him with a seductive expression, the long hair strands under the water floating around her.

Ever since they had arrived at their suite yesterday, Ron had been shown more and more of Yori’s wild and sexy side. She was not ever like this to him in public or in front of anyone at Yamanouchi. He had seen this side of her rarely in private in her quarters at the school, but it was nothing compared to what she was doing to him in the past 24 hours and especially now.

“What… are… you… doing… to… me… Yori?” he finally managed to speak in a soft strangled voice. He just couldn’t take his eyes off her. Her wet black mane shined and reflected the light of the pool from below. Her skin glistening with water droplets, and even her wet face glowed.

Instead of answering at first, the lissome woman paddled around her handsome partner, touching him here and there in such a stimulating way that he felt his blood began to boil. “What do you think I’m doing to you, Ron-kun?” she softly purred in his ear from behind before slowly moving to his front, keeping her eyes on his. She then wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her front to his, feeling him enfolding her waist with his arms. “I want you,” Yori whispered erotically before claiming his lips in a deep kiss, feeling him returned. They melted into each other.

Breaking for air, they stared at each until Yori smiled predatory at him. Ron couldn’t help but to blurt out the first thing on his mind. “I thought you were sore.”

Yori couldn’t help it, for his words made her laugh out loud in mirth as she closed her eyes and buried his face in the crook of his neck.

Confusion etched Ron’s face for a few moments, until his brain figured it out. His face transformed into a tweaked expression. “Yori…” he chided in a low voice.

Calming down, she raised her mirthful face to look into his. “Hai, I’m still sore. You really did think that I wanted to make love again.”

“God, Yori!” he exclaimed, still tweaked yet a grin slowly graced his face. “I’m a guy, ya know! I can’t help but to think that way given what you were doing to me!”

“I know,” Yori replied with a knowing, sly look. She leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Just because we can not do that again, my husband, doesn’t mean we can not be,” she nipped his ear to drive her point home, “playful.”

Ron couldn’t disagree with that as his lips gave an imp of a grin. He ran a finger up her spine, causing her to startle her head back with a gasp, her face showing her amused endorsement of his actions. “Oh, I’m all for being playful, Mrs. Stoppable,” he grinned wickedly at her. “You’ve been a bad girl.”

“That is correct, I have been,” Yori narrowed her almond eyes in challenge. “What are you going to do about it?”

He pretended to think about it for a moment. “Oh, I could do this.” His finger tickled a spot on her waist, making her jump and cry out briefly. “I could do that.” He tickled another spot, producing the same result, before she pushed away from him, her face briefly showing a giggling expression before becoming a mock-ticked one.

“You are too sure of yourself, Ron-kun,” she tilted her chin at him in defiance, yet her eyes twinkled.

“You got that right,” he countered immediately, smirking.

That earned the blond American a splash in the face from his Japanese wife. She swam backward away from him, a giggling lopsided grin on her as she kept her eyes on his narrow-eyed façade.

“You’ll pay for that, ninja girl,” Ron pointed menacingly at her.

“Oh?” Yori retorted, getting into the act. “Said the master? Ha! You don’t have the means to defeat me, ninja boy.”

He grinned, accepting the challenge. “We’ll see about that.” With that, Ron dove under toward her.

Yori, for her part, pretended that she was helpless as she watched him approach and tried to get away from him. With a shriek, she was pulled under by the ankle, and a minute later, the young couple emerged with a splash, their joint laughter joyful and playful as they tried to tickle each other and get one over the other.

So for many minutes play they did – tickling, mock strangling and combat, racing and challenging one another, and just basking in being with each other. They even sometimes just held each other and kissed as their feet and legs paddled underneath them to keep them afloat.

By mutual unspoken agreement, they rested side-by-side on the corner steps at the shallow end of the pool, half of their bodies under the water at the waist as they sat. Ron had his right hand around her waist, and Yori simply held his hand in both of hers.

“That was fun,” Ron admitted as they sat there and gazed up at the sky together.

“Hai,” she saw eye to eye with him. “I certainly loved tickling you,” she chuckled.

“I have to say the same to you,” the blond smirked and gently tickled a spot on her waist with the hand already there. Giving a giggle, the oriental woman softly hit his chest with a fist, prompting him to chuckle in turn.

Looking down to his right at his beloved, Ron finally remembered a question he was meaning to ask her upon first seeing her in her new two-piece swimsuit. “Yori?” She turned her head toward him. “When did you buy this new swimsuit? Not that I’m complaining, given you look bon-diggity hot in it,” he added with a smile, making her lips widen into a smile as well. “Just you were wearing your tank suit two months ago when we took our vacation at the beach, so when did you buy this new suit?”

With a tiny shrug, Yori answered his question. “A week ago, when Kagome-chan and I went out to shop. She suggested that I buy some new clothing, and knowing we would be coming to this resort and the private pool we would be sharing, she proposed I buy a new swimsuit to wear for you.” Her lips became wicked. “I tried on several suits and found this two-piece the most comfortable as well as alluring to know you would love it. Based on your reactions, you do love it.”

“Ya bet’cha, beautiful,” Ron grinned while squeezing her waist a bit before leaning over to place a kiss on her forehead. His wife grinned tenderly upon his loving gesture.

A slight breeze blew; chilling Yori given half of her wet body was out of the water. She shivered a bit, and Ron noticed. “Come on,” he kindly grinned at her, squeezing her waist again. “The jacuzzi will warm you up.”

“Hai,” she said, for she didn’t argue. The jacuzzi was exactly what she needed now.

Standing up, causing water to drip off her form, Yori turned to walk up the few steps to the top when she heard a wolf-whistle from behind her. The evocative sound made her remember another aspect of her new swimsuit that her husband, until that moment, hadn’t noticed. With a smirking, bemused face, the ninja woman looked over her shoulder to see exactly what she expected to see – Ron, still sitting, leering at her shapely butt. “Find something, Ron-kun?”

Chocolate eyes tipped up to lock on her dark orbs. “The fabric on the back of your bottom piece is outlining the crack of your ass, ninja girl.”

“So it is,” she directed back at him, cocking her hips a bit in a seductive manner before she walked out of the pool, swaying her hips. Like a moth attracted to light, Ron quickly followed, his eyes glued to that round derriere. The bottom piece didn’t cover her entire behind but half way, and it had to be somewhat tight to let the fabric ride up the crack to outline it. The Ronman once more had to hand it to his wife; she’d surprised him once more.

Reaching the jacuzzi, the water bubbling and churning, Yori took the few steps down to the bottom and center of the round tub, before she ducked under the waters for a brief time and emerged, her hands smoothing back her hair. She turned in time to see Ron just stepping into the tub. “The water is divine,” she softly moaned, savoring the warm pulsating jets flowing around her body.

Upon joining her, Ron as well dunked himself briefly before stilling himself and letting the waters surge around him. He grinned upon seeing Yori’s nearly blissful face.

Yamanouchi had wonderful hot springs, but they didn’t have such luxuries like a jacuzzi. It was not necessary; given the hot water from the springs was enough to help relax tired muscles and other physical problems. It was the same pretty much with his experience, since jacuzzis were not needed equipment at Middleton High, Bueno Nacho HQ, and other places. So both Ron and Yori always took the opportunity to use a jacuzzi whenever they happened to be able to use one. Tonight was definitely one of those times.

Reaching over, Ron, using unspoken hand commands, instructed Yori to kneel on the tub’s floor, enabling the water to reach up to her shoulders. He knelt behind her, scooped her wet hair over one shoulder, and started to knead her neck and shoulders.

“Oooooh,” the Japanese ninja moaned as her eyes flickered shut. “That feels good, Ron-kun. Don’t stop.” Another moan followed as she tilted her head down a bit to allow his hands better access to perform the wonderful massage. A grinning American ninja was happy to oblige her.

Yori definitely was no stranger to her spouse’s magical touch with massages. He first showed his talent two years ago when they bathed in a hot spring in swimsuits together. When they had experienced their first jacuzzi at a hotel during the same year, she found his massages were even better when added with the warm, pulsing waters of the jacuzzi. She definitely loved his massages and jacuzzis together, for she could be taken to celestial heights that would make her putty in his hands.

After several minutes of skin rubbing, Ron could see, hear, and feel she was so relaxed that she almost fell asleep with a very delightful grin. He kissed her shoulder, before Yori reached over her right shoulder to place her hand on his head. They both turned their heads toward one another at the same time; however, it was she who initiated the kiss, a soulful, melting kiss that made them both moan. Parting with a smooch, the newlyweds smiled warmly at each other.

“Happy?” he teasingly inquired, knowing the answer already.

“With you, hai,” she huskily responded before once more kissing him, melting into him again. She just couldn’t get enough of his kisses, for he was able to take her breath away every time.

Not able to get enough of each other, they stayed in the center of the tub, kissing, petting, and necking. Yori loved it when Ron brushed his lips down her neck with soft kisses and caresses. It made her pulse quicken, and for a moment, she wished she weren’t sore so she could make love to him again.

Eventually, the two lovebirds moved to sit on one side of the hot tub, when they felt their knees were getting uncomfortable. Ron was pleasantly surprised that Yori sat on his lap, like a child would, on her side with her facing his right side, her left cheek resting on his right shoulder. The position made it possible for him to rub soothingly along her back with one hand while the other caressed her thighs. Even in their new location in the jacuzzi, the water reached up to their shoulders.

So in silence, they sat there, lovingly touching and stroking each other. Ron felt her hands playing with his sparse chest hair and the strands at the back of his neck. Looking at her, she appeared tranquil with eyes closed and a small grin, and the sight clenched his heart in the familiar feeling he knew ever since he realized he loved her a year ago. Closing his eyes and matching her expression, the blond man placed his right cheek on her forehead, and even though he couldn’t see it, he knew her grin broadened upon feeling him.

After a few minutes, he felt a palm cup his left cheek, and Ron opened his eyes to gaze down into a smiling face full of love and kindness, once more making his heart clench. He could tell from looking at that face that his expression mirrored hers and no doubt she must be feeling the same as him. “Something on your mind, love?”

Ron could tell he didn’t need to say anything. Yori knew, so he replied with action instead of words. He connected his lips to her in a gentle and loving touch that conveyed his feelings, and she responded in turn just as equally, feeling her hand caress his cheek as they kissed expressing their deep love for one another.

When they parted with a soft smooch, the young couple once more smiled at each other as they did before. It felt like they truly were connected through their souls.

Yori softly sighed happily. “I feel the same,” she whispered affectionately.

“I know,” Ron replied in the same tone.

So knowing what they wanted without the need to express it, the newlyweds for a second time sealed their lips together feeling their love again course through them. They held on to each, not wanting to let go of each other.

High above the Stoppables, as they continued to kiss, a shooting star streaked across the night sky. The lip-locked couple may not have seen it, but there was little doubt in their hearts what they would wish for if they had.

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The fresh scent of trees and plants was in the air. The sun radiated its warmth as it moved across the blue sky with a few puffy clouds. Occasionally the sounds of birds chirping could be heard around them. It was a gorgeous day to be outdoors.

And that was exactly what Ron and Yori were doing. Enjoying the outdoors as they hiked along a trail through the woods up a gradual slope of the hills.

After their time in the jacuzzi last night, the young couple, after drying off, had gone to bed to sleep. Just sleep. Both had changed into their sleepwear, he in his silk pajamas and she in a long, silk, black, spaghetti-strap nightgown, and once they hit the pillows, they fell into a peaceful slumber. They were just too tired to do anything but spoon together with him against her back. The warm, calming waters of the hot tub had relaxed them completely to the point of exhaustion.

In the morning while eating breakfast, Yori suggested they spend the day hiking, and Ron agreed. As nice as the luxury suite was, they knew a change of scenery was needed and welcomed. Spending their entire stay inside was a waste, no matter how much they enjoyed their lovemaking.

Ron definitely didn’t mind the change. Better than being cooped inside with four walls around you. Besides, he certainly was savoring the new scenery all right. Yori was ahead of him, and she was wearing a pink/red tank top, tight short denim shorts, white socks, and hiking shoes. Her long hair was in a ponytail, held up by a white hair tie at the top-back of her head, which enabled her hair to not touch her back. For the blond man, that butt in the tight shorts sure was giving him a show.

Of course, Yori knew her husband was watching her ass, and she took some perverse delight in knowing he was eying her this way as they hiked up the trail. She in turn enjoyed seeing him in a white t-shirt, shorts, socks, and hiking boots as he carried a small backpack containing water, food, and emergency stuff, just in case. The t-shirt was a bit snug on his torso, showing his toned muscles. Far as the pretty ninja was concerned, he was the handsomest man on the planet.

Now it was approaching mid-day, and both knew they had trekked far from the mountain resort. Entering a clearing, the view permitted them to see the lake far below. It was not a huge lake, but it was not small either. It was just big enough for people to boat, swim, and even fish in it, and the resort was along the shore off one side.

The resort was a mountain retreat, serving the lake and the surrounding area.  It was least a two- to three-hour journey from Yamanouchi, using the way Ron and Yori had traveled. The helicopter had taken them to the nearest airport relative to the resort, and from the airport, a cab had taken them to the resort.

Passing the clearing into the woods once more, they ventured a few more minutes until stopping beside a large tree to rest. Pulling out two water bottles from the backpack, they drank in silence as they took in the gorgeous woods around them.

In truth, they hadn’t even worked up a sweat from the hike. They had so many times hiked up and down Yamanouchi that this mountain hike was child’s play, and given their ninja training and youth, Ron and Yori had the endurance for long-term exercises.

“So,” Ron broke the comfortable quiet, “when do you think we should return to the resort? It is mid-day now.”

Yori grinned. “According to the map, we should be close to the lookout ridge. We can go there and trek down the mountain by the other trail that will take us to the other side of the resort.”

Taking a drink from his bottle, Ron smiled. “Fine with me. It’ll give us the chance to explore some more and get back in time for dinner.”

Shaking her head, Yori giggled. “Do you always think of food most of the time, Ron-kun?” she teased, patting his stomach to draw home her point.

Ron’s face became goofy. “Yep. I am after all the master chef!”

A sputter of a laugh escaped her upon hearing the emphasis. “Ron-kun… A picture came to my mind of you in a chef’s uniform wielding the Lotus Blade as a cooking utensil.”

“Hmmmmm,” he hummed. “Come to think about it, it can become a handle cooking utensil.” He smirked surely. “I can transform it into any cooking tool I need. One tool fits all!”

“No!” Yori spoke out in mirth against such an idea. “You will not use the Lotus Blade in such matters.” Ron chuckled; making his wife gently punch his chest playfully.

Looking at him, the beautiful Japanese woman felt impish as some thoughts came to her. She took his water bottle out of his hand and placed both his and hers down on the ground. Before the American man could voice his confusion, she suddenly pushed him against the tree and latched her mouth over his, grinding her form against his.

Ron was surprised, but he quickly shed his shock as he kissed back, allowing his love’s tongue access to his mouth as they continued to kiss open-mouthed. He certainly could feel her enthusiasm as she continued to grind her hips to her, and he knew she loved feeling his. It felt badical to feel her against him this way as his hands groped the athletic taut globes of her rear, returning her feelings and actions in the same way.

They finally parted, but only due to their need for air. Gasping, the lovers stared at each other a moment before grinning. She leaned up to nip his ear. “Enjoy that, Ron-kun?” she whispered.

“Lady,” Ron sighed, still grinning. “You already know how much you have an effect on me.”

Yori giggled at that. “Hai. I know.”  Ron expected her to initiate another long ‘lips smushing’ session, but she did something that once more took him unawares.

Pulling him away from the tree, the nimble ninja used her leg to swiftly knock her husband’s feet out from under him. Ron stared up at Yori’s smirking, challenging, mirthful face. “You’re it.” With musical laughter, she sprinted away as Ron turned over to look after her, a smirk slowly gracing his lips.

“Oooooh, so that’s your game, eh, ninja girl?” the blond ninja master asked as he stood up. “You’re on.” He ran in the general direction he last saw his mischievous wife. “You are so going to be caught, you little tease!”

And the game was now afoot.

During his two years of training at Yamanouchi, Ron suggested a fun way to test students’ aptitudes using a children’s game – the game of Tag. Using the forests around Yamanouchi, students in a class were pitted against each other where both the hunter and the prey had to use all their known skills, sans weapons, to gain points. The hunter had to sense and find the prey, who had to do the best to avoid capture. It was a game which even Sensei agreed would test a ninja’s tracking and stealth skills to the highest level one could reach.

Naturally, Ron, being a student, participated in the game he’d created. He had been pitted against those close to his level during his first year, but as his skills grew, he faced with even more highly trained opponents, like Hirotaka. Only in the past few months, he was pitted against Yamanouchi’s master himself – Sensei. Sensei may look old, but his stealth and tracking skills were superb. The wise man could easily track Ron down in mere minutes and hide for hours without being caught once. When Ron did finally catch Sensei, for the first time, on his tenth Tag game with the ninja master, Sensei smiled and said that Ron was now a master. And it was true, for only a master could catch another master.

Ron had faced Yori a few times during the first year, but after they became boyfriend/girlfriend, Sensei thought it was best they not face each other. They didn’t argue, although it was somewhat a blow to their egos. However, they did play the game on their own without involving testing themselves. The last time they played was months ago before Ron reached the master level.

Now, as the blond man walked through the woods, he was about to test his master skills, for the first time, against the woman he loved. He knew she had no desire to reach master level, for she was satisfied as a ninja warrior, so he knew he had the advantage.

A slight creak of a large branch made him narrow his eyes as they rolled to the left, yet he kept walking. A tiny sound of feet landing on dirt ground focused him to the front left, and yet another creak of a branch was heard, like someone jumping from the ground to the branch of another tree. Ron kept his face impassive, yet he mentally grinned, for he knew where she was.

Passing a large tree, he sighted a small pebble on the ground, and immediately his mind formulated a plan, which he swiftly placed into action.

With lightning speed, Ron picked up the pebble and threw it up into the tree at a particular branch, and just after he threw the stone, he jumped, as the stone was en route, into the air to a large branch on the next tree. As his feet landed on the branch, he smugly looked up to see the female form of Yori sailing right toward him. She was surprised to see him waiting for him, and it was just as he predicted.

To avoid the pebble, Yori had to jump out of the way, and instinctively, she leaped to the largest branch of the next tree, where Ron knew he would able to capture her as she quite literally fell into his arms.

And fall into his arms she did with enough force to knock both off the branch. Both instantly rolled their forms together into a ball and landed on their feet at the same time. As they stood up together, his arms were still tightly around hers, trapping them, thus the only part of her arms she could move were her hands, splayed on his chest.

Yori was softly laughing as she gazed up into the smirking, gleeful face of her captor. “Consider yourself caught, ninja girl,” he grandly gloated.

“Hai, I yield,” she grinned; face still mirthful before changing into a playful one. “What is my penalty, Master Stoppable?”

With a lopsided grin, Ron gave the consideration some mock thought before answering. “I think I have an appropriate punishment,” he said before he quickly locked his lips over hers and kissed her so firmly and soundly that she clutched his shirt and moaned from the reeling emotions he was producing in her.

“Kami,” she thought as she savored his lips, “he is amazing.”  His lips parted from hers, yet she kept her eyes closed. “Ron-kun?”

Before she opened her almond eyes, Yori felt her husband rapidly back off a step before knocking her feet out from under her. With a yelp, she fell onto her butt and looked up to see Ron pointing both index fingers at her with a smirk. “You’re it!” the blond laughed before running off.

The Lotus Maiden didn’t waste time, for she sprinted after him with a determined yet good-natured face. She really was having so much fun, and she vowed to capture herself a ninja master.

A wide smile came to her as she mentally laughed while still running. “I already did capture a master. Yesterday at my wedding,” she smirked at the irony.

So for many hours, the Chosen One and the Lotus Maiden played Tag in the woods, forgetting their initial plans to hike down the mountain via another trail.

Other passing hikers, when they passed the area, swore they heard laughing and other amusing sounds coming from the trees. They shook it off, for how could anyone be able to climb so high into the trees?

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TBC (End of Chapter 2)