Well, ha, here it is. I have a lot of things to say in this AN. This is a sequel to a story called String Theory on my profile. It's pretty popular and probably my favorite story by me, but if you don't like Ferbella or more mature stories, you probably won't like it, and I recommend reading it before this. This story will have lemons, but I write really light lemons, so go away weenies and go away hardcore pervs, lolz. String Theory came before Act Your Age, so it is kind of AU. Finally, ha ha, the title is again a physics theory, if anyone grills me and says Grand Unified instead of Unification, bitch, it can be both, I know more people say Unified, but Unification sounded nicer as my title. You'll get all your physics metaphors soon young ones. For the record, I never took physics...
Have you ever had one of those days where everything seems to be extremely boring and tedious… where even the elevator at work breaks down and you have to walk up and down dozens of steps continuously throughout the day, making it even more tedious? Just a really long, tiring, boring day. Well, I was having one of those days. So much so that throughout the day, I had been complaining about it to my friends via text or Facebook. At least the elevator at home had been working fine. I was finally right in front of my bedroom door when I was stopped… by a long white leg wearing a long black boot.
"Umm, excuse me sir?" In addition to the leather boots, she was wearing a cop hat, huge aviator sunglasses, and a tiny blue police officer's uniform. It was essentially a jumpsuit; with the V-neck extremely low and the shorts so small I could almost see what was under them, which was, uh, nothing. Ladies and gentlemen, my girlfriend. "Do you have ANY idea how sexy you were being?"
"I'm sorry, Miss…"
"Nuh-uh, that's Officer, to you, bub." She declared.
I grinned. "My apologies, Officer…?"
"Garcia-Shapiro." She said aggressively. "Hmm…" She circled around me. "Let's see." She pulled out a little notebook. I was going to start laughing at any moment, I swear. "Name? And don't you lie to me!"
"Ferb Fletcher."
"Hmm… Relationship status?"
"Currently dating my one true love, but I'm a little afraid I might start an affair with a certain officer." I answered cheekily.
"Hey, hey, hey!" She pulled down her sunglasses a little. "Are you trying to bribe me, bub?"
"Maybe?" I shrugged.
"Not going to work!" She continued to circle. "Well, well… Ferb Fletcher!" She waved her tiny notebook. "Seems like I've caught a hardcore criminal. We've got multiple counts of sexiness, hotness, being extremely good in bed, being romantic, charming…" She shook her head. "Wow." She took off her sunglasses and placed them, and the notebook down. She crossed her arms. "I was going to let you off with a warning, but now, I'm sorry, you're going to have to do me. Hard." I rolled my eyes and grabbed her. "NO!" She squealed. She started hitting me on the back. "No! Ferb! You're breaking character!" I knocked the cop hat off and dropped her on the bed. "Ferb! I can't believe you broke character! I'm never casting you for anything again!" She couldn't stop giggling.
"I'm sorry, Officer." I said hungrily. We started passionately kissing. "Mmm…" I pulled off my shirt. "Um, any particular reason for this, Bella?"
"Well, you did complain that you were bored." She giggled. She wrapped her hands around my neck and started kissing me again, and I felt her nails run through my hair.
"Ok…" I broke the kiss again. "How do I get this damn thing off?" I gestured at her costume.
Isabella licked her lips slowly. They weren't swollen per say, but just slightly puffed enough that it was very clear I had been kissing her. She was already driving me crazy, and we had barely done anything.
"It's Velcro." She said, in a sultry tone. Oh shit. I literally pulled her clothes open. Never has that Velcro noise sounded so good. I was right. Isabella wasn't wearing anything at all under her outfit; she was completely bare after I pulled the costume open. I lowered my mouth to her chest. Isabella gasped as I traced my tongue around one of her breasts.
"Ferb!" She moaned. She arched herself a little into me and then snarled angrily. "No, too many clothes…" I suppose she was referring to my pants. She was right. I eagerly started taking them off as Isabella pulled off her costume and threw it off the bed. And I had to watch as she stood up and slowly, painfully slowly, unzipped and removed her black boots, while she was standing in front of me, completely naked. God, was she trying to kill me? I think she was purposely doing it as slowly as possibly, like a striptease, where you can look, but not touch, curving her legs and her back, and flipping her hair as I watched.
"Officer," I pulled her into my arms. "Maybe we shouldn't. I'm starting to feel guilty about cheating on my girlfriend. She's a charming girl."
"What? That bitch can go to hell!" Isabella exclaimed. We both started chuckling. She ran a finger down my face. "I love you."
"I love you too." I replied. "But you're still rather insane." I growled. I pushed her down and thrust into her. Oh god, it's so good. She lifted her hips up and down with every thrust.
"Ferb… Ferb… FERB…" She always starts off moaning, and it gets louder, and louder, and louder, until she was screaming my name and other expletives. Finally, "FUCK! FERB! OH GOD, BABY! YES!"
"I-s-a-bella." I moaned, and slid out of her. She and I were completely out of breath. I collapsed on top of her hot body.
"Mmm, baby…" I felt her bare foot play with mine. "You're soooo good."
"You're soooo loud." I whispered.
"What?" She said. "No, I'm not." She said indignantly.
"Oh yeah?" I said. "Wait for it…"
"GUYS?" Loudly and irritably, but still somewhat hesitantly, we heard Phineas' voice through the wall. "WOULD YOU PLEASE PLEASE KEEP IT DOWN? PLEASE?"
I looked at her. "Oops?" She mouthed. And we both started laughing.
BUZZ!
BUZZ!
BUZZ!
Uggh! I slapped my hand down on a very angry sounding buzzer and opened my eyes. I turned to my side to see Isabella cuddled up on my arm, turned away from me. This had to be the most beautiful girl in the world; rosy cheeks, pearly skin, and that long thick black hair.
"Bella." I whispered. I left an open mouthed kiss on her bare shoulder. "Bella?"
"You jackass." She grumbled. She pulled the comforter up and over her head. "You set an alarm? After sex? Who does that?"
I sat up a little. "Aren't you getting tired of sleeping all day and then having Phineas have to come and wake us up?"
"Uggh... you stupid boys." Isabella grumbled, as she went deeper under the comforters. "Gotta make the most of the day. God."
I got up and out of the bed, and collected some clean clothes. "Come on, Sexy." I poked her. "What happened to my Isabella with the morning glow?"
"Fuck you." She muttered.
I put on my pants over the new boxers I had already put on last night. Then, I put on a new shirt. I brushed my teeth, my hair, and everything, and Isabella was still lying in bed.
I sat down next to her. "Bella?" I traced a line down her back. I gently kept stroking her smooth skin. "Isabella?"
"Christ." She grumpily sat up. Isabella hadn't put on anything other than a pair of panties to sleep in, so her chest was still naked. Her hair was a complete and total mess. "Unless we're going to – whoo!" I grabbed her face and pushed my tongue past her perfect pink lips. She tried to sit up a little bit higher, but I pushed her back and ran a hand up one bare breast. She hungrily kissed back until I quickly pulled away.
"Are you awake now?" I asked.
She fanned herself. "Wow, ok, I'm awake, I'm awake."
I smirked. "Good." I glanced at her smiling at me, and there she was. Afterglow Isabella. When we make love, and she just looks so happy and beautiful and genuine afterwards.
We were the perfect couple. We had been the perfect couple for about a year. Everyone we knew thought so. Adyson had literally nicknamed us Mr. and Mrs. Perfect. Buford joked that we were "too cutesy to handle anymore". When anyone we knew needed any kind of relationship advice, they came to us. We were almost always together, almost inseparable, with the rare exceptions being any occasional "girls' night" or "boys' night". I was madly in love with this girl. No one could even picture Ferb without attaching Isabella to him anymore, and vice versa. It is amazing… people forget things so quickly.
Once upon a time, Isabella was in love with not Ferb, but Phineas Flynn. Ferb was in love with Vanessa Doofenshmirtz. The idea of Isabella and Ferb being anything other than friends was ridiculous, nonsensical, weird… stupid. Of course, however, they were best friends, each others' secret confidants, and so close that somewhere under there, they had been harboring deep romantic feelings for each other, but these shallow crushes had prevented those feelings from coming out. So… wait for the twist… in a very stupid move, Isabella and Ferb decided to become friends-with-benefits and simply sleep with one another until they ended up with their crushes. And by finally making love to each other, those feelings at long last started coming out, after so many years of friendship… and, I realized I was madly in love with this girl. With Isabella.
I walked out of my room to the kitchen. Phineas was sitting there, alone, clutching an almost comically oversized cup of coffee. I waved. "Hey Ferb." He said blandly, in an almost dead voice. Hmm… he seemed a little off.
"Hey baby…" Isabella walked out. She was wearing her own T-shirt and sweatpants. She's been leaving her own sets of clothes in my room for a while now, although she does still like to wear my shirts all the time. She was also tying her hair with a bow in the back, which she still occasionally does, although much smaller than they used to be, as she was walking. "Oh, hey Phineas. Good morning."
"Yeah, hey Isabella." He said. "How did you sleep last night?"
"Pretty well, that is, until this guy woke me up." She gestured towards me.
"That's great." He said, acting unusually sarcastic for Phineas.
"What about you?" She asked. "How did you sleep?"
"I didn't." Phineas responded, somewhat jarringly. I just then noticed he had really dark circles under his eyes.
"Why? And why are you so… oh… shit," She covered her face, realizing exactly why Phineas might not have slept so well last night. "I'm really sorry Phineas."
"It's fine, Isabella." He said. "You guys…" He yawned. "…have fun." He downed his coffee and reached to pour more. He was taking it completely black. "I'm gonna go work on some stuff and plans and… and…" He yawned. "Need… sleep." He walked out of the kitchen, groggily. "Make another pot of coffee!" He mumbled.
Isabella waited only a second until he was out of sight and then turned to me. "Oh no!" She exclaimed. "We are so bad!"
"We?" I responded. "I wasn't the one screaming all night."
"Well," She put her hand on her hip. "Who was the one making me scream?"
"Hey, I just came home and got 'arrested'." I stated. Another thought occurred to me. "Hey, how did you even get in here? Did he let you in?"
"Yeah." She guiltily nodded.
"So you came over and just lurked in my room, and left Phineas alone?" I questioned.
"I am the worst." Isabella moaned.
"Oh Bella…" I said. "It's fine. He's fine. We're mostly at your place anyway. And last night, you obviously just wanted to do something special. And weird, as usual." I started kissing her neck. I kissed around until I found a gentle pulse, and started sucking there.
"Mmm… Ferb…" She moaned loudly. I gently cupped her ass and pulled her closer to me. "Oh God!" She moaned, slightly louder. She nudged my head off of her. "Ohhh, why did you even make me leave the bedroom, you beast?" She growled.
"No idea." I responded. I pulled her hair back and returned to her neck.
"Ferrrrbb!" She groaned with pleasure.
"UM, GUYS, WARNING, I CAN STILL HEAR YOU."
We both cringed. Another "oops", I guess.
If you've noticed just one tiny more thing... Phineas has been bumped up to main character! There are probably other people who deserve main character slots as the story progresses, although I haven't really gotten that far, but I'm calling it now, Phineas is one. Take that Phineas haters! Poor Phineas suffers a lot of abuse from us Ferbella writers, including me, despite my crazy crush on him. Although, ha, it seems like the abuse is continuing right now. Oops?
And again, to all the awesome artists out there... I need a cover... I'm just saying... I get a lot of views...
I would really really appreciate reviews since I need to know how I'm doing, where to go, more ideas, etc. Please review! Please!
