Sin City of Love, part two

"And that's the situation we're in, Mr. Davis," Phineas said, completing his review of his and Isabella's situation. Ollie had brought them back to Mr. Davis' office at Phineas' request, and Phineas was hoping that the longtime customer of his parents' antique shop would be able to help them somehow.

"That is quite a problem," Mr. Davis told him. "Especially since you said tomorrow is your birthday."

"Yes sir, it is a bit of a bummer," Phineas admitted.

"Ollie, are we sure there are no flights leaving McCarran," Mr. Davis asked as he walked around his desk.

"Yes sir," Ollie responded crisply. "On our way up here I checked in with all the major airlines and even some smaller charter services. TSA has the airport in full lockdown. Except for a couple incoming flights, nothing else is coming into or leaving Las Vegas for the rest of the night."

"Then I suppose there's only one other thing to be done," Mr. Davis said as he picked up his phone and pressed a button. "Hello Gina, how're we doing this afternoon down there? Good. Listen, I know we're fielding last-minute reservations because of the airport closure, but reserve a pair of our best suites for Mr. Phineas Flynn and his companion. They went to great personal trouble on my behalf, and I want them treated as VIPs. Thank you, Gina."

"Suites," Isabella repeated in disbelief, her eyes as wide as they could get. "Sir, we don't need anything so lavish…"

"It's your first time in this town, right," Mr. Davis asked, to which both Phineas and Isabella nodded. "Then we'd best make sure you leave with a good impression of our town. Ollie?"

"Yes sir," Ollie said, quickly stepping up alongside the teenage couple.

"I want these kids to get the five-star treatment. Linda Flynn has gone to great lengths to look after my hobbies. I would be remiss if I didn't return the favor to look after her son and his girlfriend."

"But sir…we don't have any other clothes with us," Phineas noted, looking over himself and Isabella. Neither of them was close to being properly dressed for any kind of fancy dinner.

"Oh I know, my boy," Mr. Davis assured her. "Ollie will take good care of you both. Isn't that right, Ollie?"

"Absolutely, Mr. Davis," Ollie replied. "Did you have anything in mind for them in particular for tonight, sir?"

Mr. Davis thought for a few moments. "Hmm…send them to Hugo's for dinner. As for the rest, you've got a better idea of what's popular with young people these days. I'm sure you can handle it."

"Understood, sir. Come on you two, let's get going."

"Thank you again, Mr. Davis," Phineas said quickly, looking back at the man as he and Isabella followed Ollie out of the office. "I really appreciate the help."

"No need to thank me, my boy," Mr. Davis replied, waving to them as they left. "You've done more than enough to earn it."

As soon as the group was gone Mr. Davis smiled impishly, picked his phone up again and re-dialed Gina at the front desk.

"Gina? It's me again. There's been a change in plans regarding those suites. Oh no, Mr. Flynn and his companion will still be staying with us. I'd just like to make some adjustments to their arrangements…"

Phineas had never been fussed over so much in his entire life, at least as far as he could remember. Ollie had entrusted Isabella to a female co-worker of his, who had quickly ushered her off for her own special treatment. He'd then taken Phineas to a salon where he'd had his hair washed and trimmed up. Now Phineas was being measured for a suit at a menswear store located in the Forum Shops at Caesar's Palace.

"I'm guessing you guys don't usually give teenagers this kind of treatment," Phineas said to Ollie as he stood still while the clerk continued to take measurements.

"Heh, no; no we don't," Ollie told him. "But you really have no idea how much that plate meant to Mr. Davis. He doesn't give just anyone the five-star treatment."

Phineas was about to ask another question when Ollie answered his phone. He kept the question in mind as Ollie talked to someone briefly on the other end, thanking them for their assistance before hanging up.

"Good news, we've got show tickets for you two as well," Ollie told him.

"Show tickets," Phineas repeated in surprise. "What kind of show?"

"Oh, something I think will be right up your alley. It's one of the most popular shows in town, too. Trust me on this."

Phineas shrugged as the tailor continued taking measurements. "Why not? I've already put a fair bit of trust into you as it is, despite having just met you today."

"Welcome to Vegas. We pride ourselves on knowing how to show people a good time."

"So what's this place we're going for dinner? Mr. Davis called it Hugo's?"

"Hugo's Cellar. It's one of the more famous places in Las Vegas. It's not one of the fanciest, but…well I'll let you see for yourself."

Phineas nodded and, for once, decided further conversation was not warranted. He turned his thoughts to things back home and hoped no one was worrying overly much about him. He sighed heavily; thinking about home reminded him that he didn't feel particularly good at all about not being home for his birthday. As he went through the rest of the motions of getting sized for a suit and shoes, he took comfort in knowing that he at least had Isabella with him. It was a thought that was both comforting and rather pleasing to him. There'd been a time when he wouldn't have given any deeper thought to having her around, but with their relationship as it was now it held far more significance to him.

Phineas looked himself over in a full-length mirror once his outfit for the evening had been completed a while later. A smooth, gray suit coat sat comfortably on his shoulders, matching the gray slacks he wore. Black shoes, a white buttoned shirt and a red and black striped necktie rounded it out. Ollie nodded approvingly as he looked in the mirror with him.

"You clean up pretty well," he told Phineas. "You wanna head back and wait for your girlfriend now?"

"Yeah, I'm not much for shopping if it's not either tech-related or spare parts," Phineas replied. Ollie nodded with a scoff and led him out of the store after thanking the staff on hand. As they walked past several other stores, one in particular did manage to catch Phineas' eye.

"Actually," Phineas said, stopping in front of the store, "can we stop in here real quick?"

Ollie looked back and noted which shop it was. He didn't even bother suppressing his laughter as he walked back over to Phineas. "You sure you should bother? The stuff in there isn't exactly cheap."

Phineas nodded back to him. "I've kind of been saving up for a while for something, and my mom gave me some extra money for helping with the delivery. I think I'll be fine."

Ollie nodded, impressed that this was something Phineas had given some forethought. "Alright, then, it's your show."

Another fifteen minutes later, the two emerged from the store with Phineas bearing a small, light blue bag. They headed back to the lobby of Mr. Davis' hotel and waited there for Isabella's return.

"D'you think she'll like it," Phineas asked, suddenly feeling unsure about his purchase.

"I've never seen a woman disappointed with anything that came from that store," Ollie replied. "My guess is she'll love it."

Phineas simply nodded his thanks as Ollie took a seat on his left.

"You've got it pretty bad for this girl, don't you," Ollie asked, nudging the boy with his elbow.

"Kinda, yeah," Phineas replied a bit absently.

"How long you been going out?"

"A year tomorrow. We got together on my birthday last year. We'd been friends for a long time before that, though."

Ollie nodded in approval. "Best way to do it if you ask me. That's how my wife and I were before we got together."

"Well, it's gonna be a while before I get married. We're really trying to take our time."

"Nothing wrong with that. Just don't be too patient. When the opportune moment arises, don't be afraid to act."

"Carpe diem," Phineas said. He happened to say it in tandem with Ollie saying the exact same phrase. Both of them laughed. "My brother and I live by that phrase."

"They're good words to live by," Ollie said, happening to glance over Phineas' shoulder as he looked at him. "And speaking of which, I think it's time to seize the evening."

Phineas looked to his right as he stood and couldn't believe his eyes. Her black dress came down to her knees and hugged her bust perfectly while flowing over her waist and legs. Black open-toe heels adorned her feet and she held a black leather wallet purse in both hands. As she neared him, Phineas detected a scent of jasmine coming from her, either from a perfume or whatever they'd washed her hair with. Whichever it was didn't matter to him; he found it incredibly pleasant. Much to his relief, he also noticed that save a pair of simple sparkling stud earrings, she didn't have any jewelry on.

For her part, Isabella found his appearance in his suit just as appealing. She smiled as he cleared his throat and held up the small light blue bag, which bore the name of the store he'd made his purchase from: Tiffany's. Her jaw went slightly slack as he offered it to her.

"I've been meaning to get you a proper pendant for some time," he told her. "You know, something that didn't look like it was made with stuff from a hardware store."

"You know I still love that pendant anyway," she reminded him, remembering the hex nut pendant he'd given her several years ago during the Age Swapper incident.

"All the same, I think you'll like this one too."

Isabella took the bag, reached carefully inside, and lifted the pendant out. She gasped, dropping the bag but holding the pendant by its chain with her right hand as her left flew to cover her mouth. It was the silver Elsa Peretti open heart pendant she had shown him before Christmas the previous year. She struggled to not simply break down sobbing at the beautiful and incredibly extravagant gift.

"I'd wanted to get it for you for Christmas," Phineas told her, "but I just couldn't get the money together in time. I hope you still like it."

As her answer, Isabella took the pendant into both of her hands, undid the clasp, and put it around her neck. After fastening the clasp, she adjusted it slightly and let it hang, glinting in the light. She took his hands in hers and squeezed them slightly, smiling warmly at him.

"You are far too good to me, you know that," she said, still fighting her emotions.

"All things considering, I don't think I've been good enough to you," he replied. He looked over at Ollie, who stood a respectful distance away from them. "I think we're ready to go whenever."

"This is officially your guys' show now," Ollie told them. "I'm charged with taking you where you want to go and making sure you get there when you want to be there."

Phineas offered his right arm to Isabella, who gladly took it, and then nodded to Ollie. Ollie smiled at the two and led the way out of the hotel and to his limo. After making sure they were inside and comfortable, he drove off to begin their evening in Las Vegas.

Neither Phineas nor Isabella could remember a time recently when either of them had felt so energized. They came out of the theater located in The Venetian still picking bits of tissue paper off of each other.

"That…" Phineas said with dramatic pause, "was the coolest show I have ever seen. PVC tubing as a percussion instrument? Why didn't Ferb or I ever think of that?"

"Do you think you'll try it at home sometime," Isabella asked, unable to help but smile at him. "If so, you've got to let me know. I'd want in on it too."

Phineas smiled brilliantly at her, his eyes positively shining with all the possibilities that were coming to him. "I think I'll have to consider that an official request, then. It's definitely on."

"Awesome! And in case you couldn't tell, I'm a fan of that group now too."

"How can anyone not be a fan of them? That show had it all! Music, action, comedy, drama…"

"A piano open and set on its side so they could bash its strings with a giant hammer."

"I know! How cool was that?"

As Phineas continued going on and on about the show they had just seen, Isabella quietly took his arm once again and looked at the single rose she was still carrying. As part of their dinner at Hugo's Cellar, Phineas had been given the rose to give to her as soon as they'd arrived. He had presented it to her with a bit of a dramatic flair, but immediately after had told her that though he knew roses were the standard romantic flower he'd always thought orchids suited her better. Considering she'd told him before how orchids were her favorite flower, the romantic sentiment behind the comment had not been lost on her.

"You two look like you've had a fun evening," Ollie said as they approached the limo once again.

"Yes; yes we have," Isabella said, hugging Phineas' arm more tightly. Phineas just blushed and nodded his agreement with the sentiment.

Ollie smiled and opened the limo door for them. "Good to hear. Let's get you guys back to the hotel. You've both got to be exhausted at this point."

As Ollie pulled the limo into the busy nighttime streets of Las Vegas, he lowered the privacy window behind him just enough to check on the couple he was transporting. They simply sat hand in hand, lightly chatting and smiling at each other. He'd seen a lot of different kinds of couples come through the city and had been made to drive for some he'd not been particularly fond of, but there was something about these two that felt incredibly genuine to him despite their being so young. He put the window back up and hit the intercom button to speak to them.

"Hey, would you two like to make a small detour," he asked.

"Where to," Phineas asked.

"To see something that no one should leave Las Vegas without seeing," Ollie replied.

"Why not," Isabella said. "It's not like we're in a hurry to get anywhere right now."

Not long after, the limo pulled up to a stop and Ollie quickly let the two out in front of a massive resort that was seated almost in the middle of the strip. The name of the resort stood atop its main building, lit up for all to see: Bellagio.

"Go stand over by the rail there," Ollie told them. "The show'll be starting any minute."

"Another show," Phineas asked curiously.

Ollie nodded to him. "Trust me; this is not to be missed."

Phineas and Isabella stood by the rail and waited for whatever show Ollie was talking about. Isabella shivered slightly as the night air of the desert was already turning out to be much colder than she'd thought it would be. She felt Phineas put an arm around her shoulder and she instinctively leaned into him with a contented sigh. Just as she was getting comfortable, however, strains of a familiar song struck up in the air. As the melody of Claude Debussy's Claire de Lune began to play, the fountains of The Bellagio came to life, firing backlit spouts of water in patterns to match the music.

Phineas and Isabella marveled in the display, watching in amazement as spout after spout of water burst into the air as the music filled the air. Phineas turned to say something to her and found himself entranced not by the show, but by the beautiful young woman by his side. For once, Isabella was so captivated by the sights before her she didn't immediately notice his gaze. Seeing the joy in her face, combined with their memories of the evening, made Phineas' heart swell in his chest. When Isabella finally did look at him, she saw a look in his eyes unlike anything she'd ever seen from him before. She smiled and touched his cheek gently, which seemed to rouse him from whatever thoughts he'd been lost in. He withheld his thoughts for the moment and simply hugged her a little more closely to him as they resumed watching the show.

From back by the limo, Ollie had seen the entire exchange and was left with a warmed heart and a grin on his face. The fountains of The Bellagio never disappointed, but even their spectacle paled in comparison to seeing such a perfect pair as the two kids watching it.

After thanking Ollie once again for all his help, Phineas was feeling remarkably relaxed despite having been stranded in Las Vegas for the day. He made his way over to the front desk with a smile on his face while Isabella waited for him.

"Ah, Mr. Flynn," the woman at the front desk said, recognizing him as he approached. "Mr. Davis called down earlier and gave me the details of your situation. We're all set for you, sir."

"Uh, thanks," Phineas said awkwardly, not used at all to being called "mister". "Are our rooms ready?"

The woman frowned slightly at him. "Unfortunately, due to our booking because of the airport closure we could only afford to give you one room."

Phineas felt his stomach suddenly twist into a knot. "O-o-one…room?"

"Will that be a problem, sir?"

"Uh…n-no! Of course not. No problem at all."

"Very good, sir. Here is your key card, then. Please enjoy your stay and have a good night, Mr. Flynn."

Phineas took the card and nodded to the lady before walking back to Isabella, who immediately saw the somewhat panicked look on his face.

"Something wrong," she asked, looking at the card in his hands. "Why'd they only give you one key?"

"We only have one room," Phineas told her somewhat grimly.

Isabella's face almost instantly flashed red. "Oh."

"Yeah."

"Well…I'm sure it's no big deal. I mean, it's bound to be a big room. Besides, I'll bet it's got two beds anyway."

Phineas breathed a sigh of relief at the thought. "Oh yeah. Of course. Duh. What was I thinking? That's obviously what they did. C'mon, let's go turn in."

Two elevator rides and ten minutes of walking later, they came to the room. Phineas unlocked the door and let Isabella in before stepping inside himself. To say the room was lavish simply didn't do it justice. The main room was vast and sported multiple chairs and sofas, two TVs, and a breathtaking view of the Las Vegas strip. As Phineas took it all in, Isabella popped her head out of a door that led to the bathroom.

"I've never seen a bathroom like this," she said in amazement. "I could practically swim laps in the bathtub in here, it's so big!"

"And it looks like they've realized we can't sleep in fancy clothes too," Phineas said, spotting two sets of pajamas on the coffee table. They were silk with long sleeved buttoned shirts and pants. One set was red, and the other green. Right alongside the pajamas were the clothes they'd arrived in Las Vegas wearing, cleaned and neatly folded.

"They even cleaned our normal clothes too," he mentioned. "I guess they've thought of everything."

Isabella nodded, but then looked around the room in confusion. "So where are our beds, then? I don't see any beds here."

"Must be in another part of the suite. Let's try over there."

Phineas pointed to a pair of double doors at the other end of the room that looked promising. He walked over to them, opened them, and had the same nervous feeling he'd had when told they only had one room return.

The bedroom, which was indeed just on the other side of the doors, contained only one king-sized bed.

"Well," Phineas said, voice breaking as he struggled with his nerves. "I guess I know where I'm sleeping tonight."

"What do you mean," Isabella asked, stepping up behind him.

"There's plenty of comfy sofas in the main room here. I'm sure I can-"

Isabella spun him around and glared at him. "If you think for one second I'm gonna let you sleep on some uncomfortable couch you've got another thing coming, mister. Especially considering tomorrow is your birthday."

"Well I'm not letting you do that either," Phineas told her, frowning at the thought. "I couldn't live with myself if you slept on some couch while I slept in such a huge bed."

Isabella chewed her lower lip as she tried to think of a way around the issue. As she deliberated, Phineas walked towards the phone.

"What're you doing," she asked.

"Calling room service," Phineas said as he picked up the receiver. "Maybe they can get us a rollaway bed or something."

"Phineas, don't. There are probably families and other people here who need that kind of thing far more than we do. Besides, given how late it is now they probably don't have any more available anyway."

Phineas sighed in frustration as he put the phone back down. "Well how else are we gonna handle this? Neither of us is gonna let the other sleep on the couch. We can't get another room at this point. And we can't get another bed up here. So what do you suggest? We both sleep on the floor?"

"Don't be silly," Isabella said as she walked over to one side of the massive bed. "There's only one option: we sleep together in the bed."

Phineas just about lost his mind at the proposition. "WHAT?"

"Phineas, it's just sleep. Okay? This bed is huge, after all. I'm sure we can both manage to keep to our respective sides of the bed."

Every fiber of Phineas' being was desperately trying to come up with another alternative, but given the late hour and the limited resources on hand he simply wasn't capable of coming up with a reasonable answer. He exhaled heavily and hung his head in defeat as he finally accepted the truth. He and Isabella would, indeed, have to sleep together.

"I don't know how much actual sleep either of us is gonna get," he said as he headed towards the bathroom. "Do you mind if I use the bathroom and get ready first?"

"Go right ahead," Isabella told him with a nod. "I'll just chill out here meanwhile."

Phineas wandered over to the coffee table and grabbed the green set of pajamas before disappearing into the bathroom. Fifteen minutes later, after a hot shower and doing his usual nightly routine, he emerged dressed in the pajamas with his suit clothes folded up in his arms. He put them on one of the chairs in the room and then wandered back to the bedroom. At this point, Isabella took her turn, taking the red set of pajamas and heading into the bathroom herself.

Phineas turned down the right side of the bed and lay down on his left side, facing his edge of the bed. Just as Isabella had noted, the bed was ridiculously large. He slowly convinced himself that he could easily keep to a small portion of the bed. As he tried to relax, he heard the shower in the bathroom start up once again and any concept of relaxation fled his mind.

'Cool your jets, man,' he thought to himself. 'Nothing is gonna happen tonight. You're just gonna go to sleep, wake up tomorrow, get some breakfast and head home. Just get your mind off of the fact that your incredibly gorgeous girlfriend is taking a shower in a room not ten feet away and is going to be sleeping not but a few feet away from you tonight. Yeah, that's all.'

Phineas grunted as he sat back up in bed wrestling with his head to try and erase the images of Isabella in the shower that were racing through his mind. For once, he cursed his imagination and wished it would take at least one night off. The prospect of sleep was even less likely to him now.

It was almost a full half hour before Isabella emerged from the bathroom dressed in her pajamas. She quietly made her way over to the left side of the bed, turned it down, and lay down on her right side so she was facing her side of the bed. Phineas was also lying down at this point as well, facing away from her. She took a deep, calming breath, turned off the last lights in the room, and did her best to settle herself in the darkness.

Fifteen minutes passed in total darkness and silence, but Isabella was still wide awake. She stayed motionless and quiet, trying to discern if Phineas was asleep or not. All she could tell is that he hadn't moved since she'd come to bed, nor had he said anything. Curiosity began to eat away at her, but she remained silent as she desperately tried to clear her mind.

"You're not asleep yet either, are you," she heard him ask clear as day.

"Nope," she replied dejectedly.

"Like I said earlier, I don't know how much sleep we're gonna get tonight given the circumstances."

"We should at least just relax and try to rest a bit."

"I've been trying to do that for about an hour now. My brain, much as I usually love it, won't shut down."

Isabella stifled a giggle. "I never thought I'd see the day when you'd curse your own mind."

Phineas laughed sardonically at his situation. "Well to be honest, it's not all because of this situation."

"Oh?"

Isabella could tell by the movement of the mattress that Phineas had sat up, so she did likewise and looked over at him.

"This summer has been pretty amazing so far," he said, turning to face her, "but today…this was one of the most memorable days I've ever had; especially this evening."

"I had a wonderful time as well, Phineas," Isabella replied. She could feel her face flush as she thanked him, but given the darkness knew she didn't have to bother trying to hide it.

"It wasn't just the dinner and show for me, though. It was being with you and seeing you how you looked tonight. I know I've told you before how I feel about you now, Isabella, but tonight…tonight I felt like I saw you in even yet another light. I can't describe it very well, but I felt like I just wanted to hold you and keep you there with me forever. That's why this whole sleeping arrangement stuff tonight was so hard for me.

"I know you're afraid of…you know…this sort of thing. I mean, I don't know about you but I've sure thought about it a lot. Well, not a lot a lot, but…y'know, I am a guy after all. Still, I don't want to push you about it. We're still really young and all and we probably shouldn't even be thinking about it. There's so much that could go wrong and…"

Phineas suddenly became aware of the scent of jasmine nearby as he rambled and realized Isabella was now sitting right next to him, looking at him intently. His eyes caught hers despite the darkness and he felt her hand touch his face hesitantly, as if she wanted to make sure of where he was. His heart felt like it was going to burst forth from his chest it was pounding so hard.

"You don't have to hold back," she told him quietly as she leaned towards him. "Not anymore. Because I don't want to hold back anymore either."

The next few minutes were a blur to them both. Isabella kissed him and pushed him back down onto the bed before straddling him. They kissed each other passionately as their hands explored each other's bodies. She quickly undid the buttons to his shirt and pulled it open enough that she could touch his bare chest. Then she felt him do the same with her shirt, though more slowly and, from the shakiness of his hands, nervously. Once her shirt was finally open, she gasped and reveled in the feeling when she felt his hands on her chest. They kept at it for a long time, alternating between deep kisses and feeling each other's bodies up and down. Finally, Isabella began to reach down for the top of his pants. Just as she was about to begin trying to pull them down, she felt his hand grab her wrist and stop her.

"Wait, stop," he said, gasping for breath as he broke off their kissing.

"Phineas, please…" she begged, grabbing him by his shoulders. "I want this so bad for us…I can hardly help myself anymore."

"I know. It's just…"

"Don't worry about protection. I've been on the pill for a long time now. We'll be fine. Just…please…"

Phineas shook his head at her. "It's not about that, though admittedly that is good to know. I don't want it to be like this for us, though."

Isabella propped herself up on her arms and looked down at him. "Like what?"

"We're only here like this now out of pure coincidence," he told her, reaching up to stroke her hair gently. "It just feels…I don't know, like we're only doing it because we can. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't want this with you, Isabella. I just don't want it to be because we were put into a situation like this where we were led to do it through pure temptation."

"Phineas…"

"I love you, Isabella. And I do want this for us too someday. Maybe it'll even happen yet this summer, I really don't know. But I respect you too much to do something like this with you simply because the circumstances are convenient for it."

Phineas felt something drip onto his bare chest and realized Isabella was crying a little. She wiped the tears from her face and smiled back at him again.

"It sounds like you've given this a lot of thought," she said.

"Of course I have. Why wouldn't I? I care about you too much to treat something like this so inconsiderately."

"I appreciate it, Phineas. I truly and deeply do. I just love you so much that anymore it feels like simply telling you or kissing you isn't enough to express how I feel."

"All you have to do is be with me, Izzie. That alone will tell me, more than anything, how you continue to feel about me."

"Thank you, Phin. Thank you so much."

Isabella lay back down atop him, kissing him much more gently this time. She gently slid off to his right side, but stayed right up against him.

"All the same," she said, placing a hand on his chest, "just remember that whenever you do want to do it, and the circumstances are right, I will certainly be ready for it."

"I understand," he replied, sliding his right arm around her. He noticed the feeling of her bare chest pressing against his and suddenly felt a bit conscious of it. "Um, are you sure you don't want to re-do the buttons on your shirt?"

"Why would I? This feels really nice to me. What about you?"

"Oh it's nice, don't get me wrong. I just don't know if we're going to be able to resist temptation all night long if we stay like this."

"Would that be a bad thing?"

"Izzie…"

Isabella giggled as she pulled herself up closer to him, her face just inches from his. "Well if you're worried about that, maybe we should make out some more and see if that tires us out enough to fall asleep."

"You're one ornery chica, you know?"

"Ay, mi amor…Espanol…"

"Oh crap."

The two resumed their make out session, though it was a bit more subdued than their earlier one. As they kissed and caressed each other, they did eventually find sleep calling them and soon enough were fast asleep, still holding each other closely in the middle of the vast bed.

The first thing Phineas registered as he awoke was that the sun was much higher in the sky than it usually was when he woke up. Sunlight poured into the room, bathing everything in warmth and light. The second thing he realized was that Isabella was still using him as a body pillow, and that she was still very soundly asleep. He carefully and slowly pried himself away from her as he slid out of the bed. Fortunately, she didn't even stir as he left.

He adjusted his shirt a bit but didn't bother buttoning it as he walked silently through the room. Looking down through the window, he could see the Las Vegas strip was already bustling once again. Or perhaps was still bustling, as he conjectured. It was one of those cities that supposedly never slept, after all.

He grabbed his pile of regular clothes, headed to the bathroom, and just ten minutes later was dressed and ready for the day once again. As he set the pajamas back on the table, he heard Isabella stirring and walked over to check on her. She stretched, hopped out of bed, and walked over to meet him. Phineas nervously tried to avert his eyes as her pajama top was still wide open from the events of the previous night.

"Morning," she said somewhat groggily. "Something wrong?"

"Well, uh," he stammered, looking up at the ceiling now. "It's just you're still…uh…you know…"

Isabella laughed a bit and pulled his face back down for a brief kiss. "One, after last night I really don't have any issues with you looking at or touching me when it's just us, sweetie. And two, it is your birthday after all. So consider this a bit of a present."

He half-smiled as he briefly looked her over. "You're not making this business of resisting temptation very easy."

"You don't have to resist it, you know," she said suggestively as she stepped past to get her clothes.

"Anything worth doing is worth doing right; not quickly or, in this case, when it's convenient."

"Aww, you're no fun at all."

"Yeah, you didn't seem to think that was the case last night."

Both of them laughed for a moment but then stopped and simultaneously facepalmed.

"Wow, we really just had that exchange," Phineas said in disbelief.

"I thought it only ever happened in bad romance movies and TV shows," Isabella added.

"We will never speak of it outside this room."

"Agreed. I'm gonna freshen up and then we should get some breakfast and get ready to head home."

"Right. I'll call and check in with mom to let her know we're okay."

As Isabella disappeared into the bathroom, Phineas shook his head and did his level best to get his mind off of his girlfriend and the events of the prior night before calling his mother. Something told him that despite it being his birthday there were some things that if his mother found out about he would still get busted for.

Later the same morning, after breakfast and a final farewell to Mr. Davis, Phineas and Isabella exited Ollie's limousine one last time as he dropped them off at McCarran International Airport. Ollie handed them each a backpack that contained their formal clothes from their night on the town yesterday.

"You two take care of each other," he told them. "And if you're ever in Vegas again, look us up. I'm sure Mr. Davis will be happy to help you guys out any time. He's still pretty much over the moon about that plate."

"I have a feeling this certainly won't be our last trip here," Phineas said, looking at Isabella who nodded vigorously. "I just hope my mom didn't flip out too much about us staying here overnight; especially when she finds out we had to share a room."

"What're you talking about, Phineas? I mean, you both had your own rooms last night, and I saw you both into them after driving you back from your evening out."

"But Ollie, that's not what-" Isabella began to say.

"Mr. Davis even called to tell your mothers as much himself yesterday," Ollie told them, interrupting Isabella.

"But…that's not the truth," Phineas said worriedly.

"Guys, trust me on this," he said, putting his hands on Phineas' and Isabella's shoulders. "It's like we say: What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas."

"Thanks Ollie," Phineas said, shaking his hand. "For everything."

Ollie smiled and waved to them both as he headed back to the driver's door on the limo. "My pleasure. Have a safe flight, you two."

After bidding him goodbye, Phineas and Isabella headed into the airport to catch their flight home. Once seated at their terminal, Isabella felt Phineas take her hand and she smiled over at him.

"So when do you think we'll come back here," she asked.

"Oh probably not for a while," Phineas replied. "I think we'd want to be old enough that we can enjoy everything this town has to offer. Well…almost everything."

Isabella laughed at the inference. "I know what you meant, Phin."

He laughed a little and smiled at her. "Things are never gonna be the same between us after yesterday, are they?"

"No they won't," she said, leaning against him. "But it'll be different in a very good way. Don't you agree?"

Phineas put his arm around her and got comfortable as they waited for the arrival of the plan that would ferry them home and to his birthday party. The answer to Isabella's question was plainly evident, but as he'd come to understand some things needed to be said regardless of how obvious they may seem.

"Yes," he told her, squeezing her shoulder lightly. "Yes I do."

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