A/N: So the beginning of this chapter is heavily Phineas/Katrina, I know, I'm sorry. I'm not even sure what happened, it just became this. They've been on my mind whilst writing this, and someone asked if I would do a Phin/Kat spin off story after DaO was finished. I mean, sure! If that's something you all are interested in, I'd love to.

As always, you guys are the reason this fic is around, thank you for the reviews! Let me know what you think!

He was trying to focus on the movie at hand, trying being the key word here. He sighed, leaning over Ferb, who was kissing and groping the hell out of Marjorie, to grab the soda that sat between them. He shrugged, with all the moving around they were doing, it was bound to get spilt anyway, he might as well drink the delicious cola instead of letting it go to waste.

The two of them had started out docile enough at the beginning of the movie, just simply holding hands as Marjorie smirked at the gore and the dumb blond that apparently just had to take a shower in the haunted house, but then of course that went to shit when she got bored of the movie and started to caress Ferb. Which, in turn, ignited that crazed English fire within his step-brother, and the two of them had yet to be separated.

He heard Ferb sigh at Phineas' actions, all he could do was smirk whilst sipping their soda, pretending to watch the movie. At least he had the decency to pretend, unlike the hormonal animals beside him. He glanced over at Katrina, her eyes were wide, her lips slightly parted, she was totally invested into the shitty horror movie that was on the screen.

He thought it was cute, she wasn't scared exactly, more like enthralled. She was excitingly waiting to see what happened next, which he found adorable, which had been happening more often than not lately. He wondered when she had went from their neighbor/best-friend, to his crush? Weird. He hadn't even realized when he stopped looking at her as the flat chested, freckled face from his childhood, and looked at her, really looked at her, and liked what he saw.

The dark peach of her soft skin, adorned with light freckles, the pin straight, pale blond hair that always smelt like flowers, her lithe physique, her large brown eyes...

She was beautiful, how had he never seen it before?

She was funny, caring, smart, put up with his incessant bullshit and snarky attitudes, all of his breakups and false reasonings with Isabella. She didn't mind his creative process, knew when to back off and when to push him, she gave him space but also reminded him to live. She was one of his many muses, and gave him the spirit and drive that he normally wouldn't have.

It was funny that he was now noticing all of this, in a dark movie theatre, with a horrible, shitty horror movie playing, and his brother making out with his girlfriend - who just happened to be Katrina's best friend.

The masked murder in the film popped into the screen from out of nowhere, effectively scaring the hell out of Katrina, causing her to jump in her seat and clamp her hand down on his thigh, hard. His breath hitched at the placement of her hand, it wasn't as though it was awfully high up on his leg, or the force in which she was gripping, no it was the fact that she was touching him. It's not like she never touched him, the brush of their hands, the tousle of his hair, the casual hug here or there. But, never like this, never so...intimately. It shocked him to say the least.

And apparently Katrina's scream and jump had shocked Ferb and Marjorie too, because as soon as Katrina threw her hand down on his thigh and screamed, Marjorie tore herself away from Ferb who was still nipping away at her neck. "You alright, Treen?"

Katrina tore her wide eyes away from the screen and turned to face the breathless Marjorie, nodding. "Y-yeah I'm fine, I just wasn't expecting that to happen." The bubble of laughter started in her throat until she couldn't contain it any longer, he slipped his hand under her's and let her grip to it as she laughed, and as it subsided he still had her smaller hand, just in case she got scared again. Or, thats what he told her anyway.

The real reason?

Well, he wasn't really quite sure himself.

Marjorie nodded as Katrina giggled at herself and turned back to the movie, she didn't miss the way Phineas scooped her had hand into his, or the way neither of them removed their linked hands after some time. She felt Ferb sigh into her neck, he leaned back, though his arm was still around her shoulders, and rose a brow at her in questioning.

She bit at her lip when she looked into his clouded green eyes, darkened with lust. She loved that she had that affect on him, that she was the first to do so, and hopefully would be the last for some time to come. She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "Do you think there's anything going on between Katrina and Phineas?"

Ferb furrowed his brows in thought, he turned his head to look at his brother and their friend, they weren't exactly leaned into each other per say, but their hands were tightly clasped, their shoulders touching lightly. He noticed the way Katrina's eyes never left the screen, but the way Phineas' eyes couldn't leave her for too long.

Did he think Phineas had a thing for Katrina; yes. Did he want to tell Marjorie that; not really.

It was definitely a twisted web they had created for themselves; Phineas and Ferb were step-brothers, Katrina was their long time friend. Marjorie was Katrina's best friend of forever, and now Ferb's girlfriend; Isabella was Phineas and Ferb's friend from childhood also, and recently Phineas' on and off again girlfriend. Isabella had a thing against Katrina, who was quickly transforming from long time childhood confidante, to Phineas' new love interest.

Jesus, when had their lives become so utterly complicated? Candace had once told them that if they filmed the bullshit that was their lives, that they would be rich in no time, seeing as how reality tv was so very popular and people just loved drama.

He turned his head back to Marjorie's questioning seafoam eyes, he was still captivated by the width of them, how her long lashes hit her brow-bone when she blinked. He shrugged his shoulders at her previous question, and the reason that she was looking at him all inquisitively instead of kissing him.

"Maybe."

She bit at her bottom lip, instantly drawing his eyes there, was it weird that the way she nipped at her lip turned him on so much? Probably. Did he care? Not at all.

He swooped his head down low and kissed her bruised lips, effectively killing anything that she was going to say, he bit at her lower lip lightly, earning a pleasing moan from her throat. Which, in turn, caused Phineas to scoff, and only made Ferb kiss Marjorie with much more intensity. Who ever said that brothers loved to push and tease their sibling was one hundred percent correct, and Phineas and Ferb were no exceptions.

The drive home after the movie had ended was, interesting. Ferb had hopped in the drivers seat because he had his senior license, taking full advantage of the fact that he could drive after nine, and Phineas couldn't. Marjorie sat up front with him of course, their hands tightly woven together as they talked quietly, Phineas and Katrina couldn't hear them over the music.

Katrina looked over at the boy who was turned slightly to her, talking animatedly about something that had happened at one of their last band practices. She watched the way his jaw moved when he talked, the way his too blue eyes brightened in excitement, how his red fringe was constantly falling his his eyes, only to be pushed back by his eloquent hands.

God, when had Phineas Flynn - the boy who pulled at her pigtails and tried to rub the freckles off her cheeks, the boy who she had known since they moved in the house next to her's when they were young, the boy she had grew up with, made fun of, plotted with, and plotted against, one of her best friends - become so utterly charming and attractive? And more importantly, why did she care?

She licked her suddenly dry lips, looking over at the two in the front, Marjorie kept her eyes trained on Ferb, who would glance her way and back to the road quite frequently. They had only been dating for about a month, but they already looked so...attached to each other. She wanted that, she wanted someone to gaze at her from across the room so intensely, she wanted someone to lean into her and whisper in her ear, to make her smile and laugh, someone to hold her hand tightly and brush their fingers over her face lovingly.

She wanted to be Marjorie and Ferb, she wanted someone to want her just as much as she wanted them. She wanted - well, she wanted someone like a well mannered Flynn-Fletcher boy, which essentially meant that she wanted Phineas. And that brought a blush to her cheeks.

They pulled up in the drive way of the boys home, she smiled at Phin and jumped out of the car quickly, she watched as he lazily got out of his side, and stretched his arms high. Which caused his shirt to ride up and expose the pale flesh of his midriff, she could see the outlines of his stomach muscles, the trail of fine gingers hairs that lead below his skinnies - she averted her eyes to where Marjorie was pushing at Ferb's shoulder, a smile on her face and him chuckling, as they stood near the front of the car.

She faked a yawn, waving over at Phineas and then to Ferb, "Alright y'all, I'm out. I gotta get my slumbers on." She hip-checked Marjorie as she past, not staying anything to the girl, knowing she would be in soon, she turned over her shoulder to wave at the boys again as they called out a good night.

Marjorie watched her go inside, turning back to Ferb, who was casually leaning against his car, arms folded over his chest, a smirk/smile playing at his lips. She pushed at his shoulder again for being so damn sexy, but he didn't need to know that, he thought she was hitting him for being overly suggestive. Not that she minded, not one bit. She waved as Phineas announced that he was going inside, and turned her wave into the middle finger when he told them to at least put a towel down in the back seat.

Ferb chuckled and pulled her to him by the belt loops of her skinny jeans, she made a small noise at his strength, but threw her arms around his neck nonetheless. She kissed him gently at first, just slowly bringing her lips over his, capturing his bottom lip in her mouth and nibbling on it. He pulled her closer, deepening the kiss as he slide his hands into her back pockets, effectively cupping her ass and drawing her even closer to him. She tugged at the hair on the back of his head, threading her fingers through the rest of it, pulling slightly at the green strands.

She pulled her mouth away from his, enjoying the way he groaned at the loss of contact, she pecked his lips one last time before pulling away from him completely. "I gotta go inside, but I'll call you once Katrina's asleep." She leaned up and took his face in her hands, guiding his lips to her own, she kissed him languidly but thoroughly, nipping at his bottom lip before stepping back again. "Keep your phone on."

She winked at him while walking backwards toward Katrina's house, he watched her go, even after she turned around and walked the rest of the way, smiling at him from the doorway. Once she was safely in he turned and went into his own home, his Father sat in the living room, reclined in the lazy boy reading the paper, apparently the same one he was reading at breakfast, and lunch. Interesting.

He sat down on the sofa, propping his feet up on the coffee table in front of him, "Hey, Da."

Lawrence folded the top half of his paper down so that he could properly look at his son, Ferb was such an interesting boy, and he made him a very proud Father, as did Phineas. He and Ferb hadn't really talked in a while, well Ferb didn't really talk to anyone, he never had, he had always been such a quiet boy. He had hoped that once they moved in with Linda that Ferb would open up more, and he did, him and Phineas were inseparable for the longest time, even now they proved to stay so close, which warmed his heart.

But, even with Phineas bringing him out of his shell, he had still remained quiet, only speaking when directly spoken to and when he couldn't get out of a simple nod yes or no. And even now, a senior in high school, his eighteenth birthday rolling around the corner, and he still wasn't vocal. Was that normal? Well, he certainly didn't think so, but if it made his son comfortable then he wasn't going to push him, he just hoped that it wasn't something that hindered him in the future was all.

Maybe Marjorie could pull him out of it, get the boy singing regularly or something, that way he wouldn't feel so uncomfortable speaking. He enjoyed Marjorie, she was definitely spirited that lass, and he chuckled to himself and Linda many times about just how opposite the two of them truly were.

They had been dating for a little while now, and he could see Ferb growing very attached to the girl, she was his first girlfriend after all, and Lawrence had a feeling that she was his first for many things. And that made him sigh, his boy was definitely growing up, and as much as he was prepared for it since Phineas decided to grace himself to the female population, he had always just assumed that Ferb would find and older gal later in life and that would be that. What he hadn't been expecting was one Marjorie Addams, and the way his son was entranced by her so.

He knew that day she came for dinner, the first time he had met her, when she was just Katrina's best friend and rode home with the boys from school, before she was a regular fixture in his house, he knew. It was the way Ferb's cheeks had flushed when she came into the dining room, the way he had avoided her gaze, but couldn't seem to keep his off of her. Oh, yes, he knew.

And then one day Candace ran into the sitting room where he and Linda had been watching the telly and exclaimed that Ferb had a girlfriend, who was a real, living and breathing, girl. How she had found out he had now idea, but when Ferb got home and they asked him about it, he simply shrugged and replied, "Yeah." before turning and walking up the stairs to his room.

His boy had a girlfriend, a very attractive, quick witted, snarky girlfriend that kept him on his toes. He couldn't be more happy for him.

"Hey, son. How was the movie?"

Ferb shrugged his broad shoulders, a flush starting at his collar, "It was alright."

He nodded, attempting to keep his smirk hidden, "And, how's my Marjorie doin'?"

Once again, Ferb shrugged a shoulder and nodded his head, the flush turning deeper as it crawled up his neck. "She's alright."

Lawrence nodded his head, "Good, good." He looked back down at his paper, knowing Ferb was looking his way. "Make sure you use protection - "

He was cut off by a strangled noise from Ferb's throat as he lifted himself quickly up off the couch, "Yeah, yeah, Da, got it."

He watched as Ferb went to walk up the stairs to his room, "Oh, and Ferb." Ferb sighed, his shoulders slumped as he turned back around to face his Father, his hand running through his hair, making it stick up at all ends. "You should at least try to hide that hickey from your Mother before she cries over her baby growing up or something equally as horrifying. Wear one of those...hipster scarfs or something, its cold outside, you could get away with it."

Ferb's eyes grew double in size as he clamped his hand over his neck, right under his jaw. Mortified that his Father had just learned how physical he and Marjorie tended to be and that he actually knew what a hipster was, this was like a reoccurring nightmare in one of those horrid teen tv shows. Damn Marjorie, she knew just how to find all the spots that made him growl, she could sniff them out like a freaking bloodhound that one, and now because the movie sucked and his girlfriend was apparently a damn vampire, he had a hickey, and his Father noticed. Great. Just fucking great.

His Father chuckled as Ferb turned and bounded up the stairs to his room, hoping to avoid his Mother and Phineas all together. It was clear, for now, as he entered and shut his door. He went straight for the mirror and looked at his neck, and there it was right under the left side of his jaw, an angry red bruise, he fingered it for a few moments trying to figure out what to do.

He pulled out his cell phone from his pocket, he quickly took a picture of it and sent it to Marjorie. It was simple, the picture was from his nose down, a small smirk playing at his lips, and the bright mark could be seen clearly on his jaw. The text read : To: Marjoriee - thanks vampira, now I have to bare the humiliation of wearing a noseasonal scarf so my mother doesn't cry herself to sleep. thanks babe, your one in a million.

He pulled off his shirt and jeans, pulling on his pajama pants with ease, he laid down in his bed and picked up his book while waiting for her to text back. It didn't take her long though, he looked down at his phone as it blinked at him that he had one new picture message, he opened the text and sighed at what he saw.

The picture was the same, from the bottom of her nose down, a smirk playing at her lovely lips. In the picture she was wearing a thin strapped, white tank top that showed the whole expanse of her chest and had her cleavage pushing out so. But, there, right above her right collarbone was an angry red mark, surrounded by...teeth marks? When in the hell had he bitten her?

From: Majoriee - no problem asshole, but I think edward cullen snuck into that movie theatre and got me. oh, wait. that was just my douchebag boyfriend ;)

He shook his head and locked that text, he had a few very interesting Marjorie texts locked, and a few very hot ones. He wasn't quite sure which one this was defined as, but he saved it nonetheless. He picked up his book and unmarked the page, he was about halfway or so done with it, the book nagging on his mind to be finished as of late, so he decided to try and finish it before Marjorie called.

It didn't take long however, he looked over at the clock beside him, it read 12:33, he picked up his cell phone as he marked and set his book down, " 'Lo."

He could literally feel the playful roll of her eyes, even though he couldn't see it, "And, why can't you talk like a normal person?"

He chuckled into the phone, it was a deep rumbling from his chest, one that made her flush slightly on the other side of the line. "Uh, because I'm a foreigner?"

"False."

"Okay, because I'm not normal?"

"False again."

He smiled as he turned off his light, getting more comfortable in his bed, trying his best american accent, he spoke into the phone. "How about, because I'm Ferb Fletcher and I do what I want?"

He heard the peals of laughter coming from her and he couldn't help but join in, he enjoyed being silly with her, it made her laugh and for some reason that made him feel accomplished.

"Ferb, don't ever do that again." Her voice was breathy from all the laughter, he liked it. "I much prefer your sexy british voice."

His eyebrows rose, "You think my voice is sexy?"

"Uh, yeah Ferb, where have you been."

He chuckled at her easy reply, Marjorie wasn't easily flustered or roused, it took something big to really make her sputtering and weak, he liked that about her. "You're being awfully loud for someone who has a sleeping best friend in the room."

"Katrina just started to fall asleep, so I came into Christian's room. He's out for the night."

"You're lying on top of a messy teenage boy's sheets?"

She scoffed, "I put a blanket on top, I know how you hormonally charged teenage boys work. You're gross, I know this." He chuckled and rested his arm behind his head, she sat on the other line, playing with the ends of her hair, twirling it about her fingers. "You wanna play a game?"

He bit a his lip, "Sure."

"Well, strip poker's out."

"Aw, I'm so good at cards."

She chuckled, "Well, that I most definitely need to see...let's play twenty questions."

It sounded harmless enough, "Yeah, alright. You wanna start?"

"Okay...hmm..." She hummed while thinking of a question, "Let's start with easy ones and work our way up to hard ones. What's your favorite holiday."

"Birthdays. I like cake."

She chuckled to herself at his bizarre answer, "Uh, okay, not a real holiday but I'll accept it. Your turn."

He thought about it for a moment before asking, "What's your favorite food?"

"Pretzels and chicken empanadas." He had a feeling that he was going to know some of the answers and not have a clue about others. "Can you play any instruments?"

"Yes actually." That, was not what she was expecting him to say, now she was really intrigued. "I can play the piano, the guitar, drums, and some bass. But, that's it I'm afraid."

That's it? He said it like everyone was an accomplished musician who could play five or more instruments and he was left out because he could only play four. Oh, okay, right. "Are you serious?"

"Quite. Why?"

She scoffed, "I can barely play Mary Had A Little Lamb and here you are, busting out the funky tunes and leaving me in the dark. Shame on you."

She could hear laughter in his voice, "I guess I'll just have to play for you some time then."

"That's right child, you best."

"Who was the first boy you kissed?"

Oh, so he was pulling out the big guns. The line was quiet, she could hear the hesitation in his voice, as if he was nervous to ask her, or perhaps nervous to find out the answer. "Are we talking like pecked or are talking like really kissed?"

"Both." He said simply, she could tell he was trying not to sound like he cared all that much, but she could tell it was going to bother him either way.

"Okay, well they were the same kid actually, Charlie Byrnes, seventh grade, he was my boyfriend of three weeks."

She stated it proudly, and she should. Charlie Byrnes had been captain of the Lacrosse team, graduated with a 4.0 GPA, and was two years older than her. To any girl at their school's standards that would've been impressive, but to him, well it made him feel a little sick honestly. He knew of some of the boys she had dated, just scraps of gossip he had heard around from over the years, it wasn't something they had talked about yet, and he wasn't sure if he actually wanted to talk about it, or know for that matter.

It was no secret that he wasn't...experienced. Everyone knew he had never had a girlfriend, the Flynn-Fletcher boys were popular gossip, well the Flynn in the Flynn-Fletcher boys anyway, but just because Ferb wasn't popular, didn't mean people still didn't talk about him. Because they did, often.

"Who was your first kiss?"

"Well, what kind of kiss are we talking, pecked or - "

She cut him off before he could continue mocking her, "Both."

He was suddenly nervous, "Uh, well when we were younger Phineas dragged me to this party that some of the Fireside Girls were having, he just started dating Isabella at the time so he asked me to go - "

"Wait, wait, wait, you made out with a Fireside Slut? You need to go wash your mouth out. With bleach."

He chuckled, "I was fourteen, it was spin the bottle. It was just a peck. No one wanted to kiss me, they all wanted to kiss Phineas."

"Those are seriously some of the skankiest girls I've ever met. Ever. But, seriously, I'm sure that's not true."

"No, its true, the girls were disappointed that they had to kiss me."

"Ferb. Shut up. You tend not to see yourself clearly, which is normal. I can promise you, those girls were in no way disappointed to kiss you, I'm not saying that they didn't want to kiss Phineas, but they secretly wanted to kiss you more."

"Oh, yeah? And how do you know this, oh wise master of the world?"

She took his sarcasm, she knew that she wasn't going to convince him otherwise of what he remembered from years ago, but she could try. "Because I'm a female, and my lady bits get all tingly at the thought of kissing you."

He blushed, he couldn't help it, she was talking about getting aroused at the thought of him kissing her, and here he thought that he was the only one. He cleared his throat, "Ah, the real kiss, it was you."

She wasn't surprised by this, she had always known in the back of her mind that when she really kissed him for the first time that no one had gotten to him first. It was an intense feeling, knowing that she was his first, and would be for a few things, it made her feel powerful in a way. "Oh, okay, cool."

He enjoyed her blase answer, how she just shrugged it off because she knew it would embarrass him, it was nice of her. "How many boys have you dated?"

Ah, and here it was. She knew it was only a matter of time before it got to these questions, she wasn't bothered by them, she just hoped that he wasn't bothered by her answers.

"Four. Not counting you." She waited for him to say something, anything, but she guessed that he was waiting for her to elaborate. "Uh, I dated Charlie when I was thirteen, it was for a month, it was before he realized there were girls his own age interested in him. Then there was this boy who lived down the road from my Grandparents house, Mason Tally, I was fourteen, he was seventeen. He was a self proclaimed badass from a broken home, he didn't care about me, so our relationship was short and fast lived. After that it was Brendan Warner - "

"Wait, Brendan Warner, as in Birdie from that really popular band at our rival school?"

She sighed, "Yeah, him. He was hot as shit, but he sucked at being a boyfriend. I was fifteenth, he was twenty, effectively being the oldest guy I've ever dated, we were only together for about six months when their band started doing out of state touring, we broke up, that was that. I didn't miss him, he was actually an asshole. And then there was Jared Lithrow."

He didn't say anything, he couldn't. He knew that particular story, "Yeah."

He was urging her on, not in a harassing way, just letting her know that he was still there, still listening. "He worked at Panic!, this was back when I was sixteen or so, he had just turned eighteen and was working with Ernie, that's how I met him. I really thought I was in love with the dude, but, well he cheated on me and that was that."

There was no longing in her voice, no regret, she didn't miss him, she didn't want him or any of them. It was good to hear. But, it still confirmed his fears, he knew every name that had been said, they were all well built, rugged, older boys; and he was, well, he wasn't.

"So," She cleared her throat, "How far have you gone with a girl."

He snorted, "Nowhere. How far have you gone?"

"With a girl? Well, you know – "

She could turn everything into a joke, it didn't matter what they were talking about, if she saw an opening, then she was taking it. She reminded him of Phineas so much in that capacity, "That's not what I meant, although now I am intrigued..."

She chuckled, "Far enough I suppose."

"Thanks for being incredibly vague."

"What, do you want like, details?"

He sighed, "No. I just, I just want to...know."

His voice had shrank and she couldn't help but feel bad about what she had done, she hadn't known that she would end up with Ferb Fletcher, this wonderful, beautiful, inexperienced boy. She didn't want him to think of her any less, she held his opinion high, she would be crushed if he denied her because of where she had been.

"Uh, well, I'm a virgin." She thought she'd start off on a positive note, even if it wasn't entirely true. "But, I've done things."

He swallowed hard, for some reason it excited him that she was just as inexperienced as him in that capacity, but he knew that she would've had to have experienced some things with her boyfriends. He was nervous, he didn't like feeling nervous around her, because he hadn't felt like this since before they started dating. "Like, what."

She took a deep breath, but still tried to sound like everything was casual between them, "Well, I've been touched, and I've touched. I've..."

"You've?"

He wasn't going to make this easier on her was he? "I've had and done oral." Well, that went much smoother than she had expected. Health class for the win.

"Oh."

Was his only reply, she could literally feel his blush through the phone, well he was just about to blush a whole lot harder.

"So, how often do you touch yourself?"

Her voice was calm and cool, like she talked about this kind of stuff all the time, "Uh, what?"

She chuckled, "I asked how often do you touch yourself. You know, slowly run your hand down your stomach, slide it under our shorts, firmly grab yourself while thinking of me."

He tightened his jaw and closed his eyes, was she trying to kill him? Embarrass him to death? Cause it was working.

"Uh, I don't know..."

"Sure you do, stop being all blushy and embarrassed. I'm your girlfriend, I should know this stuff."

"I, um, I don't know, sometimes?"

She bit her lip to stop from laughing at his nervousness, he really was inexperienced after all, she could have fun with this. She wanted to make him growl, and so she would, because he was her boyfriend and she could do that. "Sometimes? Well, I touch myself all the time."

She could hear him sputtering, "W-what?"

"I said I touch myself all the time. I slowly run my hands over my chest, cupping them, teasing them, before I gently make my way down over my stomach, down into my panties, and touch myself." She wondered when her voice had dropped to a sensual whisper, or how her hand had actually ended up in her pants, and now that she could hear him, when Ferb had started to breath heavily as well. "I use my fingers, they're not as long as yours are, as thick or strong, but two or three at a time will do the trick." She could hear him groan into the phone, heard the bed sheets rustle, he was touching himself while he was on the phone with her, this was turning out better than she had hoped for. Except, now she was painfully aroused, completely aware of the throbbing in her center the fact that her boyfriend was next door, panting in her ear. "I think about you while I'm doing it, about how I wish it were your hands instead of mine."

She heard that deep growl come from his throat, it was easier than she had expected, mission accomplished, of course now here she lay with her cell phone pressed between her ear and the pillow as both hands slide down to the front of her underwear. She moaned at the contact, she knew he could hear it, she wanted him to.

He was breathing so hard, his heart beating furiously in his chest, the line was quiet except for her moaning, he needed to hear her, to see her. "W-what are you doing."

His voice came out harsher than intended, but he was hard in his hand and turned on past the point of pain, he could hear her, he could imagine what she was doing. God, he wanted nothing more than for her to be here with him right now.

"I'm touching myself."

His fist speed up, "How many fingers are you using."

He could hear her whine into the phone, she was frustrated. "Two, but it's not working, not with you so near." She threw her head back against the pillow, "God, I'm so wet, I don't have enough friction."

His jaw once again clenched as a loud growl came from his throat, his hand pumped harder as his eyes closed. "Just – just, try again, m-moan for me. Please."

She could hear his own throaty moan, the way his words came out gruff and gravelly, she could hear the movement of something just outside of the phones reach. He was about to finish when she hadn't even started, how unfair, but she had pushed him to this and now she had to pay up. She slid her hand back down, she wiggled her fingers around, closing her eyes and pretending that Ferb was on the bed with her, that the moans and pants she heard weren't from the phone, that her fingers were his fingers, his long, beautiful, strong fingers. She let out a low moan, her breathing hitched, she could hear him start to moan as well, she could tell that he had sped up by the sound of his breathing, she moved her fingers to match his frantic pace, making her breathing just as ragged, her moans just as tight.

Hearing her set him off into a frenzy, he literally had all he could not to rip his hand from his dick and go over to Katrina's right now. He wanted to see what she looked liked when she came, see how she moved around herself, he wanted to know if she bit at her lip like she did when she was in deep concentration. She just kept moaning out his name, her voice jumping up two octaves, it was breathy and labored, and she had never sounded more beautiful. That was his undoing, the way she moaned his name, wishing he was there with her, God, he wished he was there with her too. It was with her name on his lips and a few tight pumps that he lost himself.

His body was tight, he knew this feeling, but it had never been like this before. He realized that just being in Marjorie's presence changed the way things normally worked, made things more intense. He could only imagine when the time came that she actually touched him or vise versa, it would probably make him feel physical pain, but it would be worth it, because he had never came this hard before, never felt this much pleasure.

He could still hear her moans, and not before long she gasped tightly, it was after that her breathing began to slow. He waited until his breathing had begun to regulate before he started talking, but she beat him to it.

"So." Her voice was still breathy and slightly labored, but she sounded spent, in a good way.

"So."

"What's your favorite movie?"

He couldn't help the laugh that escaped him, this was about to be one long night.