A/N: My loves! Apparently my updating schedule isn't all that frequent, and I apologise for that, but I have an extra long chapter for you all! There is a little bit of, heyyy now ;] at the end of this chapter, so let me know what you think! Also, pictures of Marjories past boyfriends are on my account profile, as well as the other characters in this story. So, tell me what you think about them, if you all have any ideas, comments, stuff like that I'm always open to suggestion! Love you all! Read and Review for me lovies!
She tried to wipe the sleep from her eyes, which in turn didn't do anything but smudge her mascara so that she had to reapply it. Great. She hadn't driven to school since the beginning of the year, if Ferb wasn't picking her up then it was Katrina, but her shitty black car was taking up too much space in her Grandparents driveway apparently, or so they said. So, she rolled her ass out of bed way earlier than she normally did, made herself a cup of coffee so that she didn't kill anyone on her way to school, and hoped she looked halfway decent because she had literally gotten dressed in the dark this morning.
She pulled up in an empty spot a few cars away from where she could see Katrina messing with a sleepy Phineas, and Ferb laying on the trunk of their car, his back on the rear window, reading a book. How he could legitly function this early in the morning she would never know, that was one thing that she had learned about her boyfriend, he didn't mind mornings, where she abhored them. If given the chance, she would sleep until two in the afternoon every day, but that was unrealistic because they had "school" and "adult responsiblities". Yeah. Right.
She grabbed her giant bag from the passenger seat, a mug of coffee in her hand, and sleepily stumbled her way over to her friends. Ferb perked up immediantly at the sound of her voice, "Hey oh, hey oh."
He looked down at her shyly as she made the last bit of the way over to them, her hair was wild and unkempt, waves and twists falling hazardously around her shoulders and back. A pair of aviators hid her wide eyes from him, a pair of dark skinny jeans hugged her long legs, and a slightly too large, plain white v-neck covered the rest of her. She pulled the blue cardigan closer to her figure to keep out the cold, slowly taking a sip of her hot coffee, he wondered how it was possible for her to be so effortessly cool.
She stopped in front of him, slipping between his long legs that were dangling off the trunk of the car. She made her way closer to him, laying her head in the crook of his neck, breathing in the smell of him. He wrapped his arms around her, scooting closer to the end of the trunk so she could be pressed up against him.
He brushed her wild hair out of her face as she turned her head up to look at him, he leaned down and kissed her, slow and languidly. They broke apart after a few minutes, and a few cat calls from passing students, she bit at her lip when she pulled away, his eyes immidently straying there. She smirked as she took a sip of her coffee, pushing her sunglasses up with her free hand, "You want a sip? It's hot."
He eyed it gently before taking the mug from her hand and bringing it up to his mouth, it was coffee, hot, delicious coffee. Well, that was good to know for future reference, she made a mean cup. Not, that he was planning on being in a situation where she would make coffee, like the morning, where he would be with her in the morning so she would make coffee to wake them up, not that he was implying that they would be sleeping together and thats why they would be tired in the morning so she would have to make them coffee...
He stopped his internal rambling and handed her back the mug, "It's good."
She gave him a small, still slightly sleepy, smile. "Well, I needed something to wake me up, and since you weren't at my disposal, the coffee will have to do."
She pulled away from him, giving a coy smile in his direction, being flirtatious with him was so worth it. His cheekbones blushed over with a lovely pinkish hue, his bright eyes looking down around him, his hand came up and tangled itself in his mess of green hair. He was so undeniably cute, everything about him screamed adorable innocence, and she could admit that it really wasn't something she was used to, and yet it turned her on so much.
Every boy she had dated flashed through her mind as she looked at Ferb; Charlie with his classic good looks and good boy charm, Mason's rugged features and his angry disposition. Then came Birdie Warner, his curly hair and bright smile did everything for the problem in her pants, but his dick personality did nothing for her heart.
And finally, Jared Lithrow.
The bastard had fucking eyes like the sky on a perfect, sunny day, eyes more blue and clear than Jamacian sea water. He been interesting, always interesting, intriguing her and luring her in with his quick wit and easy being. He had been laid back, easy going, simple. They talked about everything, he never kept secrets from her, she poured her heart out and he poured his right back. Everything had been perfect until she realized that he was cheating on her, that he had broken their honesty streak with only one thing, a girl. A girl who wasn't her.
Marjorie didn't care who the girl was, didn't know what she looked like, didn't stalk the girl relentlessly and beg that girl to give up her man. No, she found the underwear in his car, found the clothes and trinkets that didn't belong to her at his appartment, and what did she do? She didn't scream, she didn't cry, she approached him calmly, the evidence in hand, and he was honest with her, he didn't lie about it. And, that was the last she saw of Jared Lithrow.
Looking a Ferb made her feel something different, something she hadn't felt before. He was literally nothing like anyone she had ever dated, ever considered dating; he was uncommonly smart, undeniably quiet, quirky, and cute. No, he wasn't the most muscular boy she had been with, that trophy easily went to Mason, but he knew how to rock his skinny jeans, especially the purple ones she knew he was fond of, and he could fill out a plain white v-neck like no one she had ever met.
He was his own brand of boy, long and lanky, a head of hair always stuck in a bed head dissary, and eyes so green that she couldn't stop looking at them. She chuckled to herself, remember that when she had first seen his eyes she would've bet serious money on the fact that they were contacts, but they weren't, Ferb happened to have perfect vision.
She couldn't help but continue her weird internal rambling, even as Ferb slid off the trunk of his car and grabbed her hand as they walked inside, even when he kissed her at her locker and walked away to his, even as the bell rang and she sat through her first period, then second, then even third. She couldn't stop thinking about it, about how different Ferb was, how innocent.
She wanted him, God she wanted him, she wanted to claim his firsts, she wanted him to talk only for her, she just wanted him.
She had no idea where this possesive nature was coming from, she usually wasn't like this, she didn't get jealous, she wasn't overbearing, but with Ferb it was different, because he was different. With the other boys she knew were she stood, they all knew they were attractive, they knew the good qualities about themselves and promoted those, while keeping the bad ones saved for later.
Ferb didn't know he was practically God-like with his distracting, lopsided smile and narrowed, expressive eyes. He didn't realize that he's what every girl secretly fantasized about, he didn't understand that his quiet demanor only made people more interested, he just didn't get it.
It was something she loved about him, he wasn't arrogant about anything, didn't talk about how smart he was or how wonderful, he was just himself. Plain and simple. But its also what scared her the most, he didn't know just how amazing he really was, and what if someone else managed to show him that before her?
She walked out of History, slowly coming out of her daze as well, but her mind was still focused on Ferb. Katrina walked up to her, pushing through the masses of chatting teens to get to Marjorie, she could tell by the tight pout of her lips, the slight furrow of her brows, that she was thinking hard about something.
Katrina bumped Marjorie lightly with her shoulder, sufficently rousing her from her thoughts, "What's your malfunction girl?"
Marjorie lifted a brow, "What?"
Katrina sighed and rolled her dark eyes, "What's your problem, you look like you're trying to figure out how to blow up the school or something."
Marjorie looked forward, fingering the strap of her oversized bag, she shrugged a shoulder. "I dunno, I'm just thinking about Ferb is all."
"Usually that consists of lip biting and glazed over eyes," She eyed her best friend thoughtfully, "What changed?"
Marjorie turned to look at Katrina, "Nothing, nothings changed. I was just thinking about how...inexperienced Ferb is, and it just started making me think about Jared and Charlie and them. He's just so different, you know?"
Katrina nodded, Ferb was in fact much different from the other goons that Marjorie had dated. She understood her best friend's attraction to older guys, who wasn't? Especially when they looked like those boys. But, they had all been major assholes, like serious chodes. So, Marjorie was right, Ferb wasn't like that, but that was the point wasn't it? To be with someone who would treat her right. So, what was the problem, because Katrina wasn't grasping it.
"Yeah, I get it. So, what's the matter then?"
"Nothings really the matter, its just I don't know how to do this now. Usually I'm the one fighting off sexual advances, rolling my eyes at how uncontrolled horny boys tend to be. But, now..." She shook her head, biting at her lower lip, she looked over at Katrina, who was waiting with wide eyes. "Now, I feel like I'm attacking him, like I'm the uncontrolled horny boy. I just want him. Like all the time. And I feel so...over zealous about it, like maybe he doesn't want it as bad as me and I'm like pushing it."
Katrina snorted and gave Marjorie a look, "Yeah fucking right. Do you not have eyes? Do you not see the way Ferb looks at you? I mean, the boy is known for his intense, silent stares, but really? The boy is lusting after you so hard, it's becoming a problem."
Marjorie rolled her eyes, a playful smile on her lips, "I know Treen - "
"No." Katrina cut her off, waving a hand in front of the taller girl's face. "Lets get real about this, think about it, logically speaking. Ferb is a virgin, to like everything but his own hand. There is no way in damn hell that, that boy doesn't want it. Bad. You're attractive, you have a rack like a Victoria's Secret model and legs like an amazonian black woman. You're gonna try and tell me that Ferb Fletcher doesn't want to fuck you like it's his job? I want to fuck you, I don't have a dick and I'm not a lesbian, and I want to fuck you. So shut up, cause none of what you just said is true, at all."
Marjorie couldn't help the laughter that came from her at Katrina's rant, or how the blond just shook her head and mumbled about being blind under her breath. She wrapped her arm around the smaller girl, "Oh Katrina, you know all the blunt things to say to make me feel better."
"I try, I try. Now," Katrina pointed towards Marjorie's chest, "Get those things away from me, you're making me depressed about how flat chested I am."
She walked into lunch, setting her stuff down on their table near the window, waiting. Apparently, Katrina had to go help someone with homework, or something equally as less enthralling, so it was just her and the boys today. She walked over to get on the growing line for lunch, her hands stuffed casually in the back pockets of her skinny jeans, she survayed the food options for the day as she shuffled closer on the line. None of it seemed all that appealing, but she'd probably eat it anyway, she was damn hungry from all that thinking earlier that day.
She heard a quiet, british grumble from behind her, she turned to see Ferb cutting the line to get to her. "There you are, I was begining to thing that I was eating lunch alone today." He quirked a brow in questioning at her. "Katrina had some study-budy lunch thing, I don't really know, I kinda zoned out when she started talking about the mechanics of biology."
Ferb chuckled and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, bringing her in close to him, she leaned against him, still looking over what she wanted to eat. Her conversation with Katrina from earlier in the day hadn't escaped her, feeling Ferb against her only made what was said that much more prominent.
They went through the line, getting their food, Ferb basically hip-checking her out of the way to pay for her lunch. She almost hit him, she ate a lot, there was no reason that he had to pay for all her food because he thought thats what he needed to do, although she did appriciate his chivalrous nature. She was walking back to the table when she noticed that Ferb wasn't trailing behind her, instead she saw him standing awkwardly with his tray, Isabella and a unrealisticaly pretty blond girl stood in front of him, capturing his attention. Vivianne March. Fucking bitch.
"I hope you'll consider joining the musical, we could certianly use a voice like yours for a strong male lead."
Vivianne trailed her hand down his chest slowly, a bright smile on her beautiful face. Isabella stood next to her, smiling as well, already knowing that Phineas would join and now attempting to recruit Ferb. She could understand why, they were some of the best singers in the school, hell, in the town, but that blond bitch didn't need to be touching her boyfriend like that.
She could see Ferb's brows raise as she slide her hand down him, dangerously close to his belt buckle, a blush forming on his cheekbones. That was it, only she got to make Ferb blush like that, those bitches needed to back the fuck off of her hot, musically inclined boy before she got shit done like a boss. He nodded awkwardly again, holding up his tray high above the two girls heads, even in heels they didn't reach his collarbone, and stepped through them and made his way over to where she sat at their table.
"Well, that was interesting."
He breathed in and shook his head, his vibrant eyes wide. "I don't enjoy perpetually perky people. At all. Isabella's one thing, we've known her for a very long time, so I'm use to her...vivacious personality."
She chuckled, sipping at her soda. "And, Vivianne?"
Ferb shook his head, "She scares me, she's quite abrasive, and not in the way I'm use to."
She quirked her head to the side, "What kind of abrasive are you use to?"
He took a bite of his sandwich, "Well, I'm use to you." He ducked away from a smack thrown by his mock-offended girlfriend. "You know I mean that in the best way possible. If you weren't abrasive, then we wouldn't be dating."
She playfully threw a gummy worm at him, which he tried to catch in his mouth, and failed, miserably. She bit at her lip as he leaned forward to kiss her lightly, it was then that she realized that they were alone. "Hey, where's Phineas?"
Ferb shrugged, "I dunno, he didn't meet me like he normally does, I just figured he was meeting up with Baljeet and Buford, he's been bitching about how he hasn't seen them in a while. But, they're busy with the national science competition, so it's to be expected."
She smiled and reached forward to brush the fringe out of his eyes, "Looks like I get you all to myself then."
He smirked, "Looks like it."
They started eating again, talking idly about nothing of importance, just enjoying each others company, they so rarely go to be alone after all. But, Marjorie had things on her mind, she was still thinking about Ferb's virginity to anything sexual, and of course the new development that was Vivianne March and that not so pure twinkle in her eye when it came to her boyfriend.
"Can I ask you a question." He nodded, "I'm not...I'm not like, pressuring you into anything, am I? I mean, like stuff you aren't ready for."
His brows furrowed, trying to understand what she meant. But, she saw it click in his eyes, and cue a raging blush. His cheekbones were flushed over in no time, his eyes looking away from her, she wasn't trying to embarrass him, she was just trying to make sure. She didn't want him to be uncomfortable with her and she was worried that he wouldn't tell her if something was wrong, or if she was moving too fast.
He brought his eyes up to meet her's, his shoulders haunched, a hand coming to bury itself in the back of his hair, his tell tale sign that he was nervous or uncomfortable. "I'm pretty sure I'm able to take anything you're gonna dole out, Love." There was such an intensity in his gaze, almost primal with need, and she believed him. She just hoped that he wasn't lying to himself, or her.
"Okay, I was just checking."
He chuckled and shook his head, returning to his momentarily forgotten sandwich, his eyes still discreetly boring into her, even if her gaze wasn't on his eyes anymore. If only she knew what she did to him, and if only she knew just how much he wanted her, wanted anything from her. God. She was killing him without even trying, and he was loving every minute of it.
He sat lesiurely on the bed, a book in hand, attempting to finish the accquired reading for his college english class, the one class he and Marjorie both had and that they both enjoyed. He knew she was already close to being done with the whole book, not just the part that the teacher had assigned, and naturally, he wanted to catch up.
He sighed, bringing his hand behind his head as he read, was it weird that he already missed her? He had only seen her yesterday at school and he already missed her, it didn't help that he knew she was right next door either, sitting in Katrina's bedroom when she could be here in his.
He glanced over at the clock on his bedside table, it read one-thirty, he knew that his parents were already in their room for the night, Phin was probably still awake but wouldn't be bothering him for the rest of the night either. He sighed again and kept reading, he knew that he didn't have the guts to do anything, being cool and sexy was Phineas' thing, not his, and he knew it. He just bit his lip and sighed, marking the page in his book before putting in on his night stand and turning out his light, his heart pounded as he pulled a small bottle out of the stand, the only light coming from the moon that shone through his half-drawn window.
He breathed in through his nose, his bottom lip still caught between his teeth as he squeezed some of the lotion from the bottle into his palm. He set the bottle down on the stand next to him, his heart still pounding, for some reason he always thought that he would get caught, that someone would barge into his room when he was mid-stroke and he would forever be mortified, thus ending his existence. But, as thoughts of Marjorie, thoughts of kissing Marjorie, thoughts of Marjorie as she shifted harshly on his lap, thoughts of what they had done on the phone the other night, thoughts of what he wanted to do with her filled his mind and suddenly he didn't care all that much about someone walking in on him.
He rubbed his hands together lightly, just enough so that the lotion was spread all over his palm and fingers, he brought his hand down under his pants and boxers, gipping tightly at his already hardened length, it didn't take much these days. He let out a low moan at the contact, he tightly shut his eyes, breathing in sharply through his nose, and pretened his hand was not his but Marjorie's, just like he had many times before. He gripped tighter, tugging quickly as he moved his fist up and down over his hard expanse, if he went fast enough and closed his eyes tight enough, he could convince himself it was actually her. It didn't take much, he could see her in his minds eye, smell her, taste her, he let out another low moan, or growl, he couldn't actually tell anymore.
He pumped harder, faster, as he thought about her lovely mouth, the way she smiled, the way it opened wide when she laughed, he thought about her wide doe eyes, and how they would look staring up at him as she stood on her knees with him in her lovely mouth, he groaned again. Thought about the noises she made when they kissed, the way she moaned softly when he nipped at that spot abover her collarbone, but most of all, he thought about how his girlfriend was sleeping right next door, so close yet so far. He was lost in his own haze, content with pretending she was here with him, feeling his own pleasure heighten at the thought that it was actually her, tucked away her in his dark room with him, he spead up quickly, his breath hitching, and - he heard a light tap at his window.
He quickly pulled his hand out of his pants, and above the covers, his breathing labored, his face flushed, his heart pounded so hard and out of his chest. He sat up, turning to look out his window, and sure enough, there was Marjorie, straddling one of the arms of the thick tree that branched bewteen his window and Candace's. He quickly opened it, immediantly letting the cool air drift in to his room, as well as Marjorie. It felt good against his heated face, he hoped that she wouldn't notice the very strong blush he supported or the straining in his pants. If she did, she didn't say anything and instead sported a giant smile on her lips and rosy cheeks from the cold, he didn't miss the way it had perked her nipples through the baggy shirt she wore, and he certianly didn't miss how that was basically all she was wearing.
He groaned softly to himself; this was God's punishment for him, this is what he got when he let his hormones get the best of him.
She climbed in through his window and landed softly on the bed in front of him, he shut it silently before turning to her, quirking a brow in questioning. He was trying to play cool, hoping, seriously hoping, she didn't notice what he was just doing before she had knocked on his window.
"I was bored, Katrina's asleep, my boyfriend is in the house next door...it just seemed like the most logical thing to do."
"Climbing a tree, in the middle of the night, in the bitter cold, sounded like the smartest thing to do?"
She pushed at his shoulder, his bare shoulder, her touch burned his over stimulated skin. "Stop being so dramatic, it's not that cold."
He tiled his head to the side at her reasoning, his face still flushed he was sure, but he tried smiling nontheless. "So."
"So." She copied back.
She had always wondered what Ferb slept in, it had always just jumped into her mind when she thought about him, and rigorous late night activity... She had thought he was more of a matching top and pant set kinda guy, but apparently not. He sat in front of her, the covers pushed down by her, in nothing but a pair of worn grey pyjama pants and his hair askue. That was it. God, he might need to open that window back up because it was certainly starting to get hot in here.
She realized that this was the first time she had had any real alone time with her boyfriend, they were both alone, in his room, at night, in basically the dark. There was no Phineas bursting in as things got good, no Linda to knock and send Ferb into a paniced frenzy over an ever obvious hard on that she gave him, no anyone to break them apart from going a little further than the scorching kisses and lap riding that they had been prone to for the past month or so.
His skin was pale from the lack of sunlight, but still managed to be darker than hers, and she couldn't help but let her eyes trace over the unused muscles of his stomach and chest quite clearly. He wasn't buff or rigid like that Twilight werewolf kid, he wasn't overly muscular, or any type of muscular really, but she could definitely see the slightly defined abs under the pale skin of his stomach, the cuts in his shoulders, and the general deliciousness of his lean and lanky form. His shoulders were broading, defined, lovely, God did he have shoulders, and his collarbone pertruded out from the rest of him, as did the deep V on his pelvic bone.
She couldn't even begin to go on about the V of his 'sex bones' as Katrina liked to call them, for someone who didn't work out, he had some glorious hipbones, and the v shape that went alone with it. She also noticed the trail of fine, light, hair that started at his navel and kept going down into his slumber pants. Her fingers itched to touch it, it looked soft like the rest of his hair, she knew where it lead, and don't be fooled, her fingers were itching to touch that too.
She had never seen him shirtless before, but thinking about it, when would there have ever been a time that she actually had the opportunity? But, lord did she think about it, think about what he would look like without anything covering him up, and while he wasn't fully bare, it was certainly enough to get her into a frenzy.
She thought he noticed, noticed the way she shifted to clench her thighs together, noticed the way she sucked her bottom lip into her mouth. It was the way he silently stared at her, stared at her mouth, her eyes, her skin. He knew. And he was also waiting for her to make the first move.
She crawled up the bed in an effort to get closer to him, he smirked, but he knew that she could see the slight apprehension in his green eyes. He knew just how alone they actually were, knew exactly what they could do with his parents in the basement asleep, Phineas down the hall with his music softly playing, Candace off at college... And Marjorie, on his bed, looking at him like she wanted to devour him whole. His jaw clenched at the thought, God he wanted her, but he was worried about getting caught. He had never actually been grounded before, Phineas got sent to his room for a week or month on more than one occasion, even Candace had been punished from leaving the house for being caught sneaking out once. But him? He hadn't even been properly yelled at by his parents since he was a young child, maybe, or that might've just been a bad dream, he wasn't really sure anymore.
The fact was, he had never done anything that would cause him to be in any amount of trouble, he was a good boy, a smart boy, he knew that he shouldn't tempt his parents good graces by having his, incredibly arousing, girlfriend in his room while they were sleeping. If they were caught...well, he didn't really know what would happen, and with her leaning into him, sliding her hand up his bare chest he couldn't be brought to care all that much.
He had noticed the way she was looking at him, it was the same way he looked at her when she wasn't paying attention; heated, intense, lustful. She was lustful for him, for some reason that thought alone made him giddy, and well, painfully aroused, more so than he already was. Because she interrupted him, and he didn't get to finish, and he had his jaw so tightly clenched at the thought of just how much he wanted her under him.
She wasn't wearing much of anything really, she sat in front of him, touching him, in a baggy old sleep shirt and indigo short shorts. Her long legs were all on display for him, her hair tousled and loose around her, she had to be trying to kill him. He let her push him back down against the pillows and straddle his thighs, not quite high enough to where he needed her, and she knew that, what a cheeky little girl. She ran her hands down his torso, stopping to brush her fingers over certian parts of him, he closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, no one had ever touched him before, he found his fists clenching in anticipation.
She loved the heat that eminated from him, he was wearing nothing but pants, and yet he was so hot to the touch. How she wanted to touch him, to have him touch her. She watched as his jaw tightened further as her exploration turned south, she gently kissed his throat, nipping softly at the soft flesh before moving to the edge of his strong jaw, right under the ear, and doing the same. It releaved some of the tension in it, but not fully, she would've kept kissing and licking him, but she wanted to see his face, needed to see his reactions about this.
She ghosted her fingers over his hipbones, leaning down to leave a soft open mouthed kiss there, she felt his breath hitch and in response he moved his hands to firmly grasp her thighs. She traced the v bone with her fingertips, followed by her tounge, thats when he started making the noises. Gasping growls that came from deep within his chest, it made her excited to hear them, to know that she was the reason behind them.
She ran her finger lightly through the trail of hair above the waistband of his pants, she was right, it was soft. But, she itched to follow it down, his pants were already so low on his hips, and she could clearly see the outline of his erection.
He could see the hesitation in her teal eyes, seriously? Now, she was choosing the time to be hesitant and not be straight forward and abrasive? Well, he wasn't having any of that, not tonight.
He grabbed her wrist, hoping that she didn't notice the way his hand slightly shook, and placed her hand on top of him. He groaned at the contact, even through his pants and boxers he could feel the heat of her hand, the weight of it. He had to try and keep from coming on the spot. He watched through half-lidded eyes as she bit her lip, his hand still ontop of hers, adding pressure and groaning again. She took that as a good sign and gripped him through his pants.
He threw his head back, his fists clenching her thighs tightly, a loud moan coming forth from his chest. She lean forward and kissed him, moving her hand over his length, still gripping him as she did so. She brought her mouth over to his ear, his ragged breathing filling up the room, "You have to be quiet, or else we're gonna get caught."
He bucked his hips into her hand, begging her to move faster, harder. "I don't really give a fuck."
She leaned back a bit, her brows raised. He certainly had a mouth on him when he was seriously aroused, she kind of liked it, a lot.
She removed her hand from him, and he made whiney protests as she moved down off his thighs, literally peeling his fingers from them. She smirked as she pulled at the leg of pants, effectively taking off the offending material, now that he was left in just his plaid boxers the fun could really begin. She resumed her position back on his thighs, and his hands resumed their postition gripping tightly at her legs. She looked him over, his breathing laboured, his eyes glazed over and partially closed as he looked at her.
"You're wearing too many clothes."
His voice was low, lower than she had ever heard it, tight and strained. It did something to her, made her heart beat faster, her center throb. This is what she meant, he had no idea just how sexy he actually was, and she knew that he had never been in a situation like this before, knew that he had never been touched or seen a real life naked girl. Well, she would just have to remedy that, now wouldn't she? So, she smirked as she grasped the end of her shirt, tugging it over her head, and dropping it to the floor somewhere beside her. His eyes went straight to her naked chest, she watched as he sighed and shook his head, his grip tightening that much more.
This, was his girlfriend? Really. God, he did nothing in his short life to deserve this.
She sat on top of him, almost completely bare, all pale skin and smirking smiles. His gaze was drawn to her completely bare chest, her breasts were full and perky, her pert nipples a darker pink than her skin. His hands immediantly ran up her thighs, over her stomach, and stopped on her rib cage, right under her breasts. She threw her head back as he touched her, letting out a small moan when his warm, soft hands touched her chilled skin.
He had literally no idea what he was doing, he was more nervous than he had ever been in his life and certainly more aroused. The only reference he had about this was what Phineas had managed to tell him before the mental blockers came on, like he really wanted to picture his brother like that, seriously.
So, he just did the only thing that he could; listen to his muddled brain and touch her like he had been dying to. He rubbed his thumbs slowly on the underside of her breasts, all the way up to her nipples, he seemed to be doing something right by the way she was moaning and jerking slightly on his thighs. He cupped them in his palms gently, feeling the weight of them in his hands, her skin was just so soft, and those glorious mounds were like nothing he'd ever felt before. Her breathing was starting to labour, causing her chest to bounce wonderfully in his hands, her head was thrown back, her lower lip caught tightly between her teeth as she tried to stay quiet, but he wanted to hear her like he had that night on the phone, he wanted to see her face as she made those noises.
He sat up, effectively pulling her closer to him, and making her core push on his, both of them let out a groan. He brought a hand away from her chest and up to her face, kissing her roughly, his other hand strayed away as well and took purchase on her hip, which in turn added more pressure deliciously down on his groin. Her hips were already moving over his, her legs wrapped around his waist tightly, moving feircly as to match the pace and vigor of their kisses.
The feeling of her bare chest against his was almost too much to handle, combined with the way her hands were tangled all up in his hair, it was making things incredibly difficult, incredibly fast. He brought his mouth away from hers, and started to kiss the heated flesh of her neck, her hands fisted tighter in his hair.
She leaned her head more to the side, giving his mouth more room to devour her neck, his lips travelled down further, coming into contact with the tops of her breasts. He kissed down further, leaving open mouthed kisses his wake, until his lips touched her nipple. She sucked in a shuttering breath
She pushed him back down on the bed, he went willingly, falling back against his pillows as his breathing became harsh. She rested in between his knees, her hands on his thighs, leaning over him. She stopped for a moment, pulling his boxers down so that I could actually see what she was doing, she slid the material down his legs slowly, pulling them off and tossing them beside her. She had never thought that she was really all that good at playing a temptress, sure she knew what to say to be seductive, how to move and smile, but it hadn't worked all that well on her other more experienced boys, Ferb didn't seem to mind that much. She leaned closer to him, watching him harden more under her gaze, she reached out a hand to tentatively take him in her grasp. She felt him flinch in her hand, his hips jerking up, a low groan coming from his lips, before she momentarily released him.
She couldn't help the small smile that formed on her lips.
It was a sick kind of amusement to know that she was the cause of the hardness that she was holding, running her fingertips lightly up and down the shaft, barely grazing the skin. Ferb's abdomen was clenching, and she could hear his barely audible moans escaping from between his gritted teeth. His hips pushing against her hand, he was restraining himself, she could tell.
She hadn't satisfied her curiosity of the him completely, but she had decided that she had tortured him enough for the moment, she could tell by the smoldering in his eyes that he was ready for her. Marjorie leaned forward and she heard a gasp collect in his throat as she let a hesitant lick flicker over the head of his erection, he expelled the breath he was holding, releasing a groan with it, she let another lick cross over the head before she kissed the tip.
His hips arched up to meet her lips, his breathing coming out intensely laboured as she took the base in her hand and slowly lowered her mouth over the head and down his shaft. He was wider than she had expected, stretching her lips as she descended down further, she moan as her eyes connected with his. He growled at the feel of the vibrations from her mouth, letting his hands fall down to twist in her hair as he arched his back and thrust his hips slightly, nearly choking her. She pulled her mouth back up and let him fall out with a 'pop'.
She looked up at his face; his eyes were closed from pleasure. "I know I'm doing this right… but you'll have to tell me what you want, okay?"
He nodded and opened his eyes to watch as she slid her lips back down his length, groaning again. "That's great," he sighed like he was out of breath and played with the now damp curls of her hair that were tickling his stomach. She pulled back up, and ran her tongue around the head a couple of times before delving back down, she could almost reach all the way to the base now if she relaxed her throat. He grunted and rose up, putting his hands on her cheeks and lifting her mouth away from his throbbing arousal.
His voice was rough, husky. "Y-you should stop now."
He was almost afraid to gaze into her seafoam eyes, this was probably the single most amazing moment of his short life, but he didn't want to ruin it by not being able to restrain himself and coming all over her face. That probably wouldn't be the most attractive thing in the world, well, it would be to him, but he was pretty sure Marjorie didn't want to sit there with...that all over her. He knew though, that after this there was no going back between them, no more shy or worried glances, no more wondering if he was ready or if she was okay, this was it. It was alot more easy than he ever thought it would be.
He looked into her wide eyes, she looked down at him from her postion on his thighs, "Do you want me to stop?"
"No."
A slight smirk appeared on her lips, "That's what I thought."
She swooped down and grabbed his arousal once again, she led it into her mouth, relaxing her throat as she took all of him. His hands found there way back into her hair and they tightened as she started moving faster, his hips bucked unintentionally once again, and she knew that he was close now. She slowed her moments to a tortuously slow pace, dragging her teeth up his length, watching as it made him shiver, and she felt him buck his hips one last time before the salty bittersweet taste was left staining her mouth.
His breathing came out hard and fast, making it difficult to catch his breath, his hands were still tangled in her damp curls, his eyes were closed, and he wore the most pleased expression she had ever seen him wear. Well, he certainly wasn't expecting that. His eyes cracked open to watch her swallow the subsentce and lick him clean, if that wasnt enough to get himself hard again...but he willed it down, and for once his body actually listened to him.
She leaned her body down ontop of his and stared at him with her wide, teal eyes. Her mouth found his and she kissed him lightly, but there was still a ferocity behind it. He wrapped his arms around her, breaking the kiss and just burring his head in her neck, breathing her in. He could feel her easy smile against his neck, and he left a small, lingering kiss on the skin behind her ear.
He wanted to say it, he really did, he felt it deep within his skin. He was in love with her. He knew this was bound to happen, he would never be, could never be, just attracted to her, to be just friends with her. He loved everything about her, even the things that she didn't like about himself, those were his favorites. She was perfect for him and to him, he didn't deserve someone like her, but boy did he want it.
But, he wouldn't say it, not yet anyway. He would wait, he would talk to someone first, but the point was, he felt it. He felt it for her. Happy couldn't even describe the feelings that coursed through him at them moment, not with her in his arms, in his bed, where he felt that she would forever belong.