Okay, so between you readers and a book on writing I read in the last few days, I was issued the challenge to write another sex scene. It's actually tougher than you'd think. So heads up, this is another lemon chapter.

I was nervous as hell. The last thing I had been expecting this week was to go on an actual date with Phineas. I didn't know what to think, much less wear. I really wanted to wear this new pink dress I got recently. It's sexy, but not too short or too revealing. The only problem was that I couldn't really put it on by myself. I mean, I could put it on, just not zip it up. Eventually I managed to do it, but I ended up lying on the ground on my stomach during the process. Anyway, my hair was silky and straight, my dress was on, and I looked pretty dang fantastic. But would Phineas think so?

Phineas was there to meet me when I got out of the elevator. He stuck out one arm to me. "Ready to go, Isabella?"

I blushed. "Ready, Freddie!" I felt like smacking myself in the face. What idiot would actually say that?

"Well, let's go." He said with a smile.

We went outside the building, and Phineas called a cab. We both got inside. The whole ride he was surprisingly quiet. Was he as nervous as I was? The cab stopped in front of the restaurant. Phineas pulled out his wallet. I hope he wasn't going to spend TOO much on me...

"Hey, Isabella, do you have an extra five I can borrow?"

I turned, stunned, to see Phineas and his pleading eyes, asking me for money on our first date!

"Sure." I said, as I gritted my teeth.

"Cool, I'll pay you back." He responded. Then, he walked into the building… like it was no big deal!

I tried to reassure myself. Okay Isabella, don't lose it. Remember that this isn't even a date for him. This was… this was a test! A test to see how well I could handle having oblivious Phineas as a boyfriend, a test to see what he would be like as a boyfriend, and a test to see how much he liked me. And I was sure his performance would improve.

But, as the night went on, it didn't. I couldn't believe it. It didn't get any better. It got worse. Phineas babbled on all night about work, and in, if possible, the most boring terms in existence. I could barely get a word in. He blew out the romantic candles on purpose. He didn't even want to split a dessert with me! The night couldn't get any worse… or make me feel any worse about myself.

Our waiter swerved around to our table again. "Anything else for you or your date tonight sir?" He asked.

Phineas seemed to choke on the air for a minute. "She… she isn't really my date. We're just friends." He said nervously. I felt like I was dying. I can't believe him! "Anyway," Phineas said, brightening up. "Nothing but the check, my good man!"

The waiter left and Phineas turned to me. "I'm sorry about that. Hey, don't forget the fortune cookies!"

"I didn't." I growled. As Phineas turned to greet the waiter again, I felt my fist coming down on the cookies. Stupid… no good… I have the worst life! Both men gave me weird looks. I brushed the crumbs off my dress and attempted to look coy, like it never happened.

"Cash or credit?" The waiter asked.

"Neither." Phineas reached down and whipped something from his pocket. "I have a coupon!"

I don't think anything on this entire date could have been worse than that. "A coupon?" I repeated blankly.

"Yeah," He said, as we got up to leave. "Dinner for two for free. That's the only reason we came here. Ferb wanted me to use it up."

I felt the tears welling up in my eyes. Phineas had been doing his brother a favor by using up a coupon and taking me out like he asked. There had been no romantic feelings involved. This might beat out every single horrible date I had ever been on, Turkey Boy included. And Phineas was still completely innocent.

I sniffed as I got out of the cab. I had to pay for it. We were back at the apartment. I could not let him see me do so, but I really had to cry.

"Are you going to your place?" I whispered.

"Nah, the night's still young. I might go to Buford's or Baljeet's or even out for coffee, if you want to come…"

I was in the elevator before I let him invite me anywhere. I pressed the button to go up to my floor. In the silence of the elevator, I let myself start to cry. But even though a few tears were coming, it was almost as if I was just howling to myself. I was actually almost furious. I didn't want to cry or complain or even hang out at Baljeet's with Phineas. I… just wanted to get laid.

That's all I needed right now. I might be able to get over it after one night of mindless sex. I banged on his door, unnecessarily loud. He would be there. Where else could that awful British matchmaker be?

He opened the door. He looked surprised to see me. I honestly didn't care. I just proceeded to shove my tongue down his throat before he had any time to react. I forcefully pushed him inside and slammed the door behind me.

Suddenly I felt like crying again. I even spoke in a wimpy weepy voice. "I need my benefits now." And I tried to kiss him again.

Ferb held me away, at arm's length. "Why? What happened?" He said, in such a concerned voice it made me want to cry again.

I held my head up proudly and walked past him to his bedroom. Ferb followed me quickly. I shut the door.

"Okay, start stripping." I said in a dull, empty voice.

"Seriously, what happened?" He said again, this time more forcefully.

"I'm not telling you anything." I said stubbornly.

"Then I'm not sleeping with you." He said, in a voice obviously mimicking what I had just said.

"Yeah right, I'm sure you'll have a harder time refusing when I'm naked." I said cockily. I attempted to change when I realized… I could not reach the zipper of my dress. I struggled and cursed and attempted to get the nasty little zipper to no avail, while Ferb stood there smugly.

"Would you, umm, unzip me?" I said quietly. Well, he had won this battle.

Ferb nodded and walked over to me. I kept my head down, too embarrassed to look at him. He took his hand and pulled all my hair to one side, running his fingers across my bare back in the process. I shivered with his touch. I felt his warm breath on my shoulder.

"Will you tell me what happened?" He said very softly. I heard the zipper go down so quietly. My breath hitched.

"It's nothing. It's the same old thing. Phineas is nice to me, does things with me, but doesn't feel the same way I do. And tonight had a few too many blows at once." I sighed.

"Is that it?" Ferb said calmly. "Nothing really bad or anything else?"

"No!" I said defiantly. "Why is it when you don't want to talk, you don't have to?"

"Maybe I'll tell you when you tell me." Ferb said.

"Maybe I'll tell you when you fuck me." I replied.

"Deal." He said, as he began taking off his shirt.

"What?" I exclaimed.

"I'll sleep with you, like you wanted, if you tell me what's going on in your head."

I crossed my arms. "And if I don't?"

"Then nothing. I can't control you."

I was gaping at him again. What is he? A robot, a Christ figure, a superhuman? Because I have evidence that he's all three.

Ferb was just in his boxers now. I finally let my dress drop to the ground. I was on him in about one second. We madly kissed as my bra, my panties, and his boxers all eventually dropped away.

We fell onto the bed with me on top, still in make out mode when he suddenly stopped and whispered. "Go on. Talk."

"Talk?" I said, between heavy breaths. I gently kissed the side of his face. "I had a rotten date with Phineas." I caught his ear lobe gently in my teeth. "I'm mad at you." He seemed surprised. "You set me up on that stupid date. You gave him the coupon. You keep racking up my list of favors I owe you. I'm mad because you're too good of a boy."

Ferb suddenly flipped me on my back so fast I didn't even see it coming. Now he was on top and I was wide-eyed, staring up at him. "I'm not. Really, I'm not."

That sudden shock reminded me exactly what was going on. How close we were to each other and how totally bare our bodies were. How completely intimate we are with each other. And then I had to remind myself that we had done it before. And it was supposed to be meaningless.

And he started. He's never ever been rough with me, but every time, it's as if he's untapped some kind of wild euphoria in me. Every time, the feeling of him connecting to me is crazy. We were in Ferb's bed, so for the first time, I could actually hear his breaths instead of incessant squeaking. And me. I could definitely hear me.

I'd like to say I'm ladylike in the bedroom, but that would be a huge lie. And the only things that I say are hardly poetic. Mostly just hissed swears and loud commands. And his name. The more I say Ferb, the crazier he seems to get. Like it has some effect on him.

And moans. When my orgasm hit, I let out such a loud one that Ferb had to shut me up with a kiss. Or should I say my first orgasm. Because there was more than one… or two. And each time I would moan and rake my nails down his back like a cat. If it hurt, it didn't show, unless it only made him thrust harder.

When we were done, he was tired. He didn't say anything as he changed into clean boxers, but I could tell. It was past 2 in the morning. I rinsed myself off in the shower. When I peeked back in the room, he was asleep under his covers. I smiled at him as I pulled my panties on. He looked so sweet.

Suddenly, I realized something. My fucking pink dress. How was I going to get it on? Maybe I could borrow something of Ferb's. I grabbed one of his old T-shirts. I slipped it on over my bare top. It was basically a mini dress on me. But I couldn't walk out in his shirt. Maybe I could just… I eyed the spot on the bed next to Ferb.

It was a bad idea. But it was so late, I was so sleepy, and the bed was calling out to me. I gently lifted the covers and crawled in next to Ferb. I tried to stay away from him, but suddenly, Ferb turned towards me, and his big arm surrounded my body and pulled it close to his. I gasped, but then I realized he was still asleep. He had done it instinctively, in his sleep.

I couldn't help but snuggle against him. As I drifted to sleep in Ferb's arms, everything started turning fuzzy. The last thing I remember hearing in the apartment was… Phineas' voice.

There you have it. Only I would take Izzy from a date with Phineas to sleeping with Ferb. But what happens now? Are these two BUSTED?