Happy update! There's been so many new episodes recently. I think I have a new fav Doof pairing in Grulinda (voiced by Elizabeth Banks. Cool!) and Heinz. The whole back story, I'm like, "She likes him. She likes him. She so likes him." and of course he has to screw up yet another chance at love. But how cute was he as a little kid? "Stop thwowing water on me!" "BEWEGE DICH NICHT!" Imperfect Storm. Watch it. Anyway, back to my story, in which all adorable childhood innocence is destroyed.

"Adyson… no… Adyson…" I said angrily into my phone. "Addy! I'm literally walking back into my apartment as I speak." I said, as I opened my door with my free hand. "I didn't bail on you, you dragged me out."

"But if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have run into Ferb again."

I threw my keys and purse on my couch. "Is that the only positive you have? Because that sure isn't helping." I groaned.

"Izzy, instead of concocting a crazy scheme, just tell him you still have it bad for him. Buford thinks so too."

"Stop!" I exclaimed.

Ew, it was bad enough when the girls and guys were mentally undressing Ferb and I separately, and now they're thinking about us together, and, god, how did we think this was a good idea? I kicked off my shoes, shimmied off my little dress, and unhooked my bra, then hunted around for pajamas, settling on a tight tee and soft flannel pants.

"So, are you done?" I said, sitting on my couch, brushing my hair.

"He left." She said mysteriously.

"What?" I asked.

"Ferb left. A little after you did."

My heart sped up a little, but I played it cool. "So? What does that have to do with me?"

"I figure he'll show up at your place soon."

He went after me! I felt giddy. This was crazy. "Well, he does live across the hall." I said, in mock sarcasm.

"I'm telling you…"

"Adyson, goodbye." I said firmly, hanging up the phone.

Ferb's coming! I was so happy; I didn't know what to do. He'd finally make up for avoiding me like a jerk. I brushed, and flipped, and messed with my hair, trying to get it right. I would never look like those girls in the magazine. My hair was too frizzy and my head was too flat. I debated changing into something sexier, but decided against it. Obviously, it wasn't working in my favor, and I don't think anything could happen tonight. I guess I was set. So I sat on my couch and waited.

And waited. And waited.

I was in tears. I checked the clock. We got there just before 10:00, and I left at about 10:30. I watched as 11:00, 11:15, 11:30, 11:45, all slipped by. That… that… had he snuck home and I didn't hear him? I was adding more and more tear stains to the ones I left earlier. I don't want to be in love anymore. After a while I just dozed off on the couch.

I was just about asleep when I heard a faint noise. I didn't really pay attention until it got louder. Somebody was banging on my door. I was startled out of my sleepy state. They must have been knocking too long, and got frustrated. I stood up to get the door, but I didn't get the chance, as it suddenly opened, scaring me. Standing there, looking absolutely crazy was…

"Ferb." I said breathlessly.

So, he was here. But, he must be insane. It was after midnight, and he basically broke into my home. I never should have told him where I keep the damn key. He turned to shut the door for a few seconds, and then faced me again. The look in his eyes, it was full of excitement and thrill and insanity and... lust.

It only took a few of his strides, and suddenly his mouth was on mine. My legs turned to Jell-O. Fuck, this was the last thing I had expected. I thought maybe he wanted to talk, we'd apologize for any and all accidentally hurt feelings, and if anything were to happen, it would've been flirting at the very most! Instead, I was completely lost in this kiss. My hands were in his hair and his hands were around my waist, pulling ourselves as closely together as we could.

I think he noticed I could barely stand, because he wrapped his arms around me more and started carrying me to my room. He dropped me onto my bed, then started on the most evil creation known to the sex-crazed; his belt. Oh my god, holy crap, he wanted to… I know that this was what I wanted, but it feels like so long since the last time we did anything. The thought of Ferb really desiring me… it made me really hot and flustered.

He was done unbuckling, so he moved back to kissing me. His warm lips moved to my neck, nipping and sucking… he knew all the right spots. When he got to my slightly high neckline, I felt him grumble in protest again me.

"I'm taking it off, I'm taking it off…" I said softly, running my nails through his hair, trying to appease him.

I pulled my shirt over my head, and a second later, he was on me again. His mouth was on one breast, his hand playing with the other. I moaned very loudly. He started kissing his way back up to my neck.

"Bella." He moaned softly. It was the only thing he'd said all night. It wasn't unusual. Yet, this one word, so full of lust and passion made me ache for him like crazy.

I started fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. "That's it!" I cried in frustration. "Take it off! Take it all off! I need you NOW!"

I started rapidly pulling off my remaining clothing, and Ferb did the same. He spread my legs apart. "Isabella." He whispered.

"God," I mumbled to myself. This was one of the sweatiest rounds Ferb and I have ever had. I could feel it on him and me. It just made it hotter. "Just take me already."

He angled himself and thrust into me, rocking my bed again. He held my hips down to go deeper in. He kept going, harder and faster. It just felt absolutely, deliciously perfect. It was like giving an addict back their craving, but all at once.

"Ferb, I'm… I'm gonna…" Despite all he was doing, he managed to whip his head around and kiss me beneath my ear. My hands gripped my sheets as I felt my greatest orgasm ever hit me, and the warmth as Ferb's hit him.

"Mmmm…" I moaned as Ferb rolled off me. I closed my eyes for a long time to catch my breath. Then, I slowly opened them. "Oh… oh my god!" I panted.

Ferb rolled onto his side to look at me. "I know." He smiled.

"Oh my god!" I repeated.

"I know."

"That was…"

"I know." He said for a third time. He seemed pretty satisfied. If I thought Ferb was the best before… well, he was REALLY the best now. After such a long time without him, this was like a super deluxe present.

I checked the clock. Shit, it was late. We must have spent a lot of time catching our breath. I had to shower. There were still tear stains on my face, I was covered in sweat, and there was still a sticky mixture of Ferb and I downstairs.

"I… I'm going to shower." I said.

I stood up and fled to the shower. I turned on the hot water and closed my eyes. It wasn't that I was running away from Ferb. I just needed some time to figure what the hell just happened. I thought we were supposed to be mad at each other. He was avoiding one of his best friends; that was bad. And I… I was trying to trick one of my best friends out of a relationship. That was worse. So why would he make me cry, disappear for an hour or so, and suddenly show up to have sex with me? I could barely think though because of the combination of hot water and sleep deprivation. I soaped up and washed it off, but I didn't bother washing my hair. Even though it was soaking wet, I was too tired.

I must not have been paying attention, because suddenly arms were snaking around my waist. "Mind if I join you?"

His voice was low and hoarse, and his breath tickled my ear. I felt his chest against my back, as the water covered us both, and something hard.

I threw one arm around his neck and flipped around to face him. "What are you, a light switch?"

"Only for you." He murmured against my neck.

"Mmm, another new side of you… kinky." I said. "So," I whispered. "It's almost 3 AM and you want me to let you fuck me again?

I felt a rumble against my skin as he continued to kiss my neck. "Yes."

"What if I say no?" I asked in a flirty tone.

Suddenly, he had shoved me against the wet shower walls. "Isabella, it's been a long time since we last did this. So I'm going to do whatever I want." He said in a half-joking, half-serious tone. "And you'll like it."

I'm turning to Jell-O again.

I need to wash away the horror that I keep doing this. But they're consenting adults and blah blah. Tell me if I've ever crossed too far into the smut zone. I like to think of this as more rated "R" than "NC-17", like other stuff. I'm not a prude, I just can't write it.