A/N: It's not as long as I usually make them, but here's the next chapter. Sorry it took so long, but classes started and I'm breaking my self-imposed no-fanfic during school rule to catch up on this. (I'm also procrastinating homework, but means to an end right?). Let me know what you think!

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Dan and Swampy, I make no money from this story. If I did, I wouldn't have wolves at the door.

Later that afternoon, Isabella woke to much more familiar surroundings. As she stretched, and made her way to the bathroom to take care of business, she couldn't help but smile at the thought of Ferb letting her sleep in his bed. The thought of Ferb in turn made her think of Phineas, and the epiphany they both seemed to have had the night before. Isabella was torn, she wasn't sure whether she should cry over Phineas, or chuckle because she was now finally over the crush that had ruled her love life for so many years. After all, no one's feelings had gotten hurt, and she and Phineas were certainly still the best of friends. She had to wonder, though, if Phineas had any particular fond feelings for anyone, or was he just simply too busy and distracted for a love life?

Isabella decided to forget about Phineas and his love life for the moment, to focus on the other Flynn-Fletcher boy. Even the thought of Ferb's touch the night before, the feel of his hand on hers, the gentleness of his kiss, made her stomach flip and her palms sweat. The feelings she'd always thought she'd have for Phineas, she found she certainly had for Ferb.

Isabella's thoughts we're interrupted by a knock on her front door. She peeked out her bedroom window and at the glimpse of bright green below, ran down the stairs and threw the door open, a bright smile lighting up her face.

"I'm so happy you came by," Isabella exclaimed as she grabbed him by the hands and pulled him across the threshold.

"Um, yea. We need to..."

"Talk?" Isabella finished his thought for him, then chuckled. "I suppose we do, although I've never known you to be much of a talker. I thought you've always been a man of action," Isabella grinned at him.

Ferb groaned internally at the fluttery feeling in his stomach that smile have him. Screw talking, he thought to himself as he pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her waist. Ferb looked down into her eyes, happy to see a lot of the emotions he'd been feeling reflected back at him. In the space of a nanosecond, he made his decision and pulled her mouth to his in a searing kiss.

Isabella wasn't sure where the room went, or even if she was still upright. Everything in her world was the feel of Ferb's body pressed against her, his lips melded against hers. He nipped at her lower lip, causing her to gasp. Taking advantage of her reaction, he gently pressed his tongue to hers, then pulled away.

"Isa." Ferb whispered as he moved his ministrations to her neck. She threw her head back, giving him full access, trying not to shiver at the sensations his lips were causing. When he reached her ear, he licked the shell, giving her goosebumps and creating that queer feeling in her abdomen again. "Isa," he breathed in her ear before nibbling the lobe, then pulling away again.

Isabella wasn't sure she would be able to stand on her own, as her knees had turned to jelly due to Ferb's ministrations. Coming to her senses, she realized they were still standing in the foyer. She pulled away from her... Friend? Boyfriend? What was Ferb to her anyway? She supposed she was about to find out.

"Ferb, what are we doing?" Isabella asked, once she thought she could speak clearly.

Ferb just stared at her for a minute, before walking to the living room, sitting on the sofa and patting the seat next to him. As soon as Isabella took the proffered seat, he took her hand in his, causing her heart to do that quirky beat thing.

"What do you want us to be doing, Isa? I would never intentionally make you uncomfortable. It's obvious I have feelings for you, and I think you might reciprocate."

"Ferb Fletcher, I think that might be the longest sentence I've ever heard you say," Isabella laughed as she reached up to ruffle his bangs. She slid her hand down the side of his face, feeling the scruff of an incoming five o'clock shadow on his jaw. "And, I think it might be the sweetest. Whaddaya say? Want to give us a chance?"

Ferb reached up and placed his hand over hers, squeezing gently. He leaned forward, giving her a chaste kiss on the lips, before pulling back and clearing his throat.

"I'd love to continue, but unfortunately I have a meeting with the mayor in a half hour. Do you have to work this evening?"

"Urgh, yes, but probably not too late, since it's the Monday morning paper."

"Do you want me to come over?" Ferb whispered as he gently pushed a loose lock of hair behind her ear, then stood to leave. Isabella also stood, not only to walk him to the door but to grab the shoes she'd kicked off that morning.

"Actually, I have a better idea," Isabella replied as she jotted the address of the hotel on a sticky note and stuck it in Ferb's breast pocket. "I get off at midnight, meet me there."

Ferb's only reply was a grin, wink and a quick peck on the cheek before letting himself out. Isabella let out girly squeal and did a small happy dance before running back upstairs to get dressed and call Gretchen. She had some shopping to do before going to work.

Ferb knocked softly on the hotel room door Isabella had directed him to, hoping against hope that she hadn't fallen asleep waiting for him. Phineas had had a sudden inspiration for a new superstructure that needed blue prints ASAP, and Ferb thought he might have had to tape his brother's mouth shut to get away. As if his unspoken wishes had been suddenly granted, a brief look of consternation had crossed Phineas' face. After a cursory glance at his watch, he'd started gathering his things, promising to catch Ferb up in the morning. Wondering what that situation was all about, Ferb looked up the directions to Isabella's hotel and made his way there.

When Isabella opened the door just enough for him to get full sight of her, Ferb thought his heart may have stopped for a moment. His brain certainly had, as all the blood used to run it had rushed into his lower anatomy.

Isabella was wearing a lacy, dark pink negligee, filmy and transparent. It flared out a bit at her hips, drawing attention to her bum, and Ferb's fingers itched to reach around her and grab a double handful of the juicy flesh of her arse cheeks. Before he could follow through with what seemed like a great plan, Isabella grabbed his hand a pulled him in the door, letting it slam shut behind him.

"You have too many clothes on," Isabella stated matter-of-factly as she stood on her tiptoes and planted a peck on the end of his nose. "Let me help with that."

She began undoing his buttons, awkwardly at first, as they were backwards. When she got to the third one, Ferb grabbed her hand and pulled her to him, covering his lips with hers. Not wanting to break the kiss, he began to walk backwards with her, towards the bed. One hand rested gently on the back of her head, fingers twining into her soft black hair, and the other undoing his buttons as fast as he could. When the backs of her knees hit the edge of the bed, they finally broke for much needed air.

Isabella sat on the edge of the bed, watching hungrily as Ferb unbuttoned his cuffs and pulled his shirt off, folding it neatly in half and hanging it over the back of a chair. He then sat next to her on the bed, and pulled her to him again. Instead of kissing her again, he placed his lips on her neck, placing small kisses and nips downward, til he reached the lace of her collar, making her shudder and hum in pleasure. He pushed the nighty aside, exposing her shoulder and clavicle, and continued his ministrations until the fabric wouldn't give anymore. Pulling away, he looked in her eyes, looking for any sign of hesitation. Still, he needed to know.

"Isa," he began, the word coming out roughly. He coughed, then cleared his throat. "Do you want to do this? With me?"

Isabella nodded and smiled in return, pulling her legs up onto the bed and laying back on the mound of pillows hotels seemed to think were necessary. Ferb straddled her, running his hand up her leg as he kissed the top of her head. He paused briefly when his hand touched the hem of her gown, and he took a deep breath, and smiled when he heard Isabella do the same.

The negligee was over her head and tossed across the room in a manner of seconds. Ferb placed his hands on her hips and pulled her down, so she was laying under him. Ferb stood again, briefly, just long enough to unbuckle his belt and kick his pants and boxers over the edge of the bed and onto the floor.

Half an hour later, they both lay back on the pillows, sweaty and panting. Ferb had taken his time, ensuring that his Isa enjoyed herself thoroughly, although he knew she would be sore the next day. Satisfied with himself, he leaned over the edge of the bed, stretching his arm as far as he could to reach his pants, and rummaged in the pockets for a few minutes. Isabella found herself surprised when he sat back up, a pack of cigarettes in one hand and lighter in the other.

"I didn't know you smoked," Isa inquired softly as she scooted further down the bed and burrowed under the comforter. She'd had a long day and it was starting to catch up with her.

"There's a lot you don't know about me, Isabella." Ferb replied around the cigarette he was lighting. He took a drag and continued, "I'm sure there's plenty I don't know about you. I don't smoke often, though, and I can stop if it bothers you."

When there was no reply, Ferb glanced next to him to find Isabella fast asleep, with a soft smile on her face. He tenderly tucked the perpetually stray strand of hair behind her ear. He grabbed the remote off the nightstand and leaned back against the headboard, his smoke hanging from his mouth, idly clicking through the stations. Realizing he was about to nod off, he put his cigarette out, turned off the television, and started to settle into the blankets next to Isabella when he heard the unmistakable sound of his brother's chuckle coming from the hallway.