This my first attempt as a true mature fanfiction. This is rated M, for alcohol and language and sexual times. This is a very crack pairing, since I'm sure that I'm the only one who ships it. But I do hope that you guys will give it a chance.
Disclaimer: I don't own Phineas and Ferb, and thank goodness I don't.
Wanna Know What Love Is Part 1
By: Sally White
The first time it happened, Ginger was drunk. Very, very drunk.
But so was he.
She hadn't seen him in years, since that fateful day they had all tried to get Phineas and Isabella together. It had all worked out in the end, but looking back on it she could see that their logic there had been very flawed. It had been their last group project before everyone had gone off to college.
Looking back on it, it was also the day she should have realized that she had a reason to worry about her relationship with Baljeet.
She and the Indian boy had been together for a year at that point, since she had admitted her feelings to him the summer before their senior year of high school. He had been shocked, because goodness knew that he had been just oblivious to her as Phineas had been to Isabella. But he had readily accepted her confession and they had become a couple.
That year had probably been the happiest of her life. Baljeet had been a loyal boyfriend, and a dutiful lover. It hadn't taken long for her to seduce him and get him in bed with her. She had known that they were probably moving too fast, but she had been in love and just wanted to be as close to him as possible. It hadn't taken even two months for her to give him her body. He had been hesitant at first, but it hadn't been too hard to convince him. He was a boy, after all.
But it had all started to fall apart when she had gone off to college.
He had already graduated college, which was no surprise with his high IQ and superior intellect. She wasn't stupid, far from it, but she had never quite been able to keep up with him in scholastics. He was smarter than her and it had been one of the things that she had loved about him. But it also fed into her anxiety and self-consciousness.
It hadn't been more than a month into her first semester of college that they had stared to fight. And it wasn't just petty arguments, they had been full out yelling fights over the phone and on Skype. She went to bed crying many nights over things that really should have been worked out easily, but something in her liked the drama.
They hadn't gotten to see each other much, and even when they did they spent most of their time either fucking or fighting. It hadn't been a good relationship and she had known that he was trying to push her away, but she had clung to him like a spider monkey.
He had finally found the courage to break up with her over Thanksgiving break, and it had nearly killed her. She had thrown everything she had into her studies after that, graduating a year early with honors. She had been valedictorian of her graduating class, and Baljeet had been there.
With Mishti.
Ginger had hated the Indian girl since her childhood, having always viewed her as a rival for Baljeet's affections. And her fears had proven to be valid that day. After the ceremony, Baljeet and Mishti had gone up to her to give her their congratulations and she had blown a fuse. She had launched into Baljeet, accusing him of cheating on her with Mishti during their relationship.
She had hurt him. Badly. After that, the Indian boy didn't talk to her again for nearly a year, which had once again nearly killed her. She had texted and called him so many times during that year, and the number of Facebook messages had been so much that he had eventually blocked her. But they had finally come to terms and were friends again, though it still hurt her to see him with Mishti.
But the Japanese girl had come to realize that if she really cared for Baljeet, then she would want to see him happy. And if Mishti made him happy, then she needed to accept that.
That didn't mean she didn't feel like she was waiting in the wings until they broke up.
Which they didn't.
She had been invited to their engagement party face to face, the happy couple all blushes and smiles. It had made her feel sick to her stomach, but she had forced it down and given them a bright smile because of course she would come, of course she would Mishti's maid of honor, of course she was okay with this, why wouldn't she be? She had lied to them so many times that night, but she hadn't wanted to hurt them.
No matter how much the situation was hurting her…
So she went to the party, and she had gotten drunk. Very drunk. Absolutely trashed. She mostly sat at the bar and moaned and groaned to herself. This sucked, really and truly. And she said it out loud to herself.
"This sucks."
"I hear ya."
She had looked up and was surprised to see Buford van Stomm sitting by her at the bar. He had ordered a round of shots for them both, telling her simply, "You look like you could use it."
"You have no idea," she had groaned, her chin in her hands and her elbows on the bar.
"Try me," he had said, and it had sounded like a challenge to her but she saw it as an opportunity to rant.
To Buford.
She had been very drunk.
She had told him everything, about the fighting in college and how she had basically stalked him for a year after she graduated, to how miserable she was now and how much she didn't actually want to be in the stupid wedding but she didn't want to say no and hurt their feelings.
She had been surprised when he just nodded to her stories, downing shots one after another. She had wondered if maybe he was drunk too, since she was so sure that he wouldn't be listening to her any other way.
So you can imagine just how shocked she was when he had just sighed and said, "You ain't the only one, Ginge."
She had blinked and stared at him, trying to comprehend what he had just told her. "Wait, what?"
"You ain't the only one who doesn't wanna be in the wedding," he had mumbled into his beer, glaring at the bar. "But I can't back out since it's Baljeet. It would hurt him too much, and that's not something I can bear to do."
It had hit her then, just how deep she was meant to take his words. Her jaw had dropped, and she could only stare at him for a few moments. "Wha…so you…and Baljeet?"
The broad-shouldered man had just shook his head, chuckling bitterly. "I wish. But no. He doesn't even know." He turned a sharp look on her. "And he ain't gonna find out, right?"
She had quickly nodded, miming zipping her lips. "My lips are sealed. Your secret is safe with me."
He had thanked her then looked around the restaurant. She could tell that this kind of place was too fancy for him, totally not his style. He had finally looked at her and asked, "You wanna get out of here?"
She had nodded, only too eager to leave.
The rest of the night was a blur to her.
She knew that they had gone to another bar after that and got shit-faced. She knew that they had called a cab to take them to his apartment building. She knew that she had gone up to his room with him…and she knew that they had made out…
And she knew that they had had sex.
And it had been some of the best sex she had ever had. You wouldn't think it, but Buford was the most attentive lover she'd ever experienced, more so than Baljeet had been. But that had been years ago, and they had still been kids. But Buford…he was no child. He had long out-grown his baby fat from their youth and in its place was muscle. He wasn't overly beefy, but enough that made her wonder how he was still single. He seemed to know just what to do, where to touch her, how fast and deep and rough she wanted him to be.
It had truly been some of the best sex she'd ever had, and she couldn't say that she regretted it.
If you had told her a year ago that she would agree to sleeping with Buford van Stomm, you would had had Nurse Ginger Hirano laughing in your face.
But here she was, in his bed, waking up after a night full of wonderful, mind-blowing sex and she wasn't even sorry.
Ginger sat up with the sheet clutched to her chest, looking around. She was surprised by how neat it was, but then she scolded herself for having those thoughts. After all, people changed when they grew up. And Buford had clearly changed.
She heard someone clear their throat and her head turned to see said man standing in the doorway. "Mornin'. I made breakfast. Hope you like waffles."
"Yes, yes I do," she told him, just blinking at him. Yep, his body was just as nice to look at in the light as it was in the dark. Maybe more so.
He didn't seem to notice her staring and turned to leave the room. "You can come get some if ya want. I'll call you a cab when you're done so you can go home."
"Oh." She once again blinked at him, shocked at his chivalrous gesture. "Thanks."
He waved and left, closing the door behind him. She got up and gingerly made her way around the room, grabbing her clothes and putting them on. She didn't remember them being thrown so far…they must have been eager last night, she thought with a blush. She found a comb and ran it through her hair before going to join Buford in the kitchen.
He was already at the table eating, another plate set up across from him with a knife and fork. She sat down and got some waffles on her plate, nearly scarfing them down. She supposed she had worked up an appetite from last night. The thought made her face turn red, and she quickly looked away from him.
To her surprised, he just sighed and said, "It's okay. I know how this goes. It never happened, it was mistake, yadda yadda."
"What?" She looked over at him, her eyes filled with confusion as she tilted her her head to the side.
"That's usually how these go with me," he told her nonchalantly, though she could clearly see a hint of bitterness in his eyes. "You ain't my first one night stand, Ginger. You're under no obligation to call me or anything. You can go home and pretend this never happened."
"And why the fuck would I want to do that?" she demanded, surprised by how mad she was getting at him for this. "Last night was incredible, Buford, and I don't regret it."
His head shot up, his eyes wide with shock as he looked at her. "Y-…you don't?"
She shook her head, a tiny smile playing on the edge of her lips. "It was probably the only good thing that came out of that shitty night. You really know how to please a lady."
Buford blushed and looked away, rubbing the back of his neck as he muttered, "'S nothin'. I just wanna make sure the lady feels good."
Ginger nodded and finished eating, standing up and going to the couch. Her purse was there, and she silently thanked her self from last night for not losing it. "But I do gotta go. I have a shift at the hospital this afternoon." She looked over her shoulder and saw that he had stood up and was making his way over to her. He looked so…hesitant, almost shy. She found it endearing and reached up to pat his cheek with her hand.
"Really, thank you for last night. It was great." She leaned up on her tippy-toes—damn, had he grown since she had saw him last?—and pecked his cheek. "I guess I'll see you later, huh? What with all the wedding stuff." She found her shoes and walked out, waving to him as she did.
When she got to the elevator she took a few moments to think and breathe. She had slept with Buford, someone she would never have thought she would ever sleep with. And she didn't regret it. In fact, she had enjoyed it.
She smiled as the elevator reached the first floor and opened, and she stepped out as she headed outside. She called a taxi and gave the driver the address to her apartment building, getting into the back. Just as she was buckling in, she heard her phone vibrate in her purse. She took it out to see that she had a text from Buford.
[Text]
See you later, Ginge. Thanks for the great night. You're not half bad yourself. ;)
Ginger couldn't stop the blush from rising up on her face, nor the giggle that escaped her. He was a cheeky one, that Buford. She quickly replied back, feeling like a giddy teenager that had just escaped punishment for some wrong deed.
[Text]
How about we do lunch sometime? My treat, for treating me so good. ;)
Only a few seconds later she got her answer.
[Text]
It's a date. ;)