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Sweet Dreams	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +M through R > Phineas and Ferb Views: 20189 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“So,” Phineas said, still in Isabella’s embrace, “what should we do now?”
“Well,” Isabella said, releasing Phineas so she could look him in the eye, “this is a dream, so I guess we can do anything we want.”
“Huh,” said Phineas. “In that case….” He stepped back, and his usual striped shirt and shorts transformed into a tuxedo with a bow tie and cummerbund that matched the color of his hair. At the same time, a 30’ x 30’ section of the mossy surface beneath their feet suddenly became a wooden ballroom floor. “…shall we dance?”
Isabella’s face lit up. “Oh yes we shall!” she exclaimed.
She spun around, Wonder Woman-style, and her usual pink dress transformed into an elegant blue evening gown, just as her pink hair bow vanished and was replaced with a small, sparkly tiara. Then Isabella waved her hand, and an unseen orchestra began playing a waltz.
Neither Phineas nor Isabella knew how to waltz in waking life, but in their dreams, that was unimportant—the moment they took each other’s hands, each knew how to move with the other. They whirled joyfully around the dance floor, oblivious to everything but the music and each other.
When the music ended, Phineas gave Isabella a gentlemanly bow, and Isabella giggled and curtsied in return.
"So what now?" said Phineas, smiling.
"You know," Isabella replied, "I've been chasing you for an awfully long time now. I think it's time YOU chased ME."
Isabella's ballgown and dancing shoes instantly morphed into a pink tank top, shorts, and sneakers. She threw one big grin at Phineas and then took off running through the grass and brush of the arboretum.
Laughing, Phineas changed his tuxedo into a red tank top, white shorts, and black running shoes and dashed off after Isabella. Her head start had put her a good forty feet in the lead, but he took advantage of dream-reality to make his legs super-long, enabling him to gain on her with every stride.
Glancing back, Isabella playfully shouted, "Hey, that's cheating!" then transformed herself into a black-maned horse and easily pulled away again.
"Well," said Phineas, "there's cheat-ING…” He dropped to all fours as tan fur with reticulated spots covered his body. “…and then there's cheet-AH."
Fully transformed, he put on a burst of speed. He caught up to Isabella and leaped at her from behind, then, in mid-air, transformed back into his human self—now dressed as a jockey—and landed on her back.
"Giddyup!" he shouted.
"Oh no you don't!" Isabella cried, changing back to her own form but in wrestling tights and headgear. She grabbed hold of Phineas and the two of them tumbled through the soft grass as they decelerated, rolling over and over each other.
The moment they stopped, Isabella quickly maneuvered herself on top of Phineas and pinned his shoulders to the ground. "I win!" she shouted.
"I thought this was a race, not a wrestling match," said Phineas.
"My race, my rules," Isabella said with a grin.
"So what do you win?"
Isabella grinned even more widely. "Hmmm," she said with mock pensiveness. "What should it be?" Then, before Phineas could try to answer, Isabella fell on him and pressed her lips against his.
When she pulled away, Phineas said, "Wow, good choice. Maybe I should try to win one of those."
Before Isabella could react, Phineas grabbed her shoulders and rolled the two of them over so that he was on top of her, his hips between her thighs, his face inches from hers.
"Winning is almost its own reward," he said, wriggling his hips slightly and eliciting from Isabella a look that blended outrage and sinful pleasure. "Almost," he added, then kissed her.
"Phineas," Isabella said soberly, despite being flushed and a bit sweaty, "before we continue, um, wrestling, there's something important I want to tell you." Her wrestling outfit melted back into her usual pink dress.
Phineas rolled off to Isabella's side, eyes fixed on her, as his jockey costume became his normal striped shirt and shorts. "Okay."
"Do you remember what you said to me the first time we met, when my parents and I were moving in?"
"I think I said, 'Welcome to the neighborhood.'"
"Exactly."
"So...what's so important about that?"
"It was the WAY you said it. You didn't just say it to be polite, or because your mom told you to. You MEANT it.”
“Well, sure I did.”
“My point is, it worked. You said four words and made me feel like I BELONGED. And that's when I fell for you. Hard."
"Gosh."
“’Cause it’s not the things you MAKE that make me like you. It’s the things you make me feel.” She paused. “Do you understand that?”
“I do,” said Phineas. “And I understand what you need me to do. And I’m gonna.”
She took hold of his shoulders and looked him in the eye. “Tell me. Tell me what you’re going to do.”
“Love you.”
She grabbed him and kissed him, and suddenly the ground beneath them was nothing but soft moss, and all games and costumes and clothing were forgotten.
***
Vanessa put her hand on the back of Ferb's head, gently twining her fingers in his hair as his lips pressed against hers. He moved closer, body to body. They felt each other's warmth, and they felt that warmth begin to turn to heat.
Ferb’s hands roamed over Vanessa’s back, then up and into her long, dark hair. Their kiss intensified, deepened.
There was a pause to take a breath, even though they did not strictly need to breathe. It was a mental breath, a short interlude to process thoughts and feelings.
"Ferb," Vanessa said, "I want...I..."
Words escaped her. But Ferb held her close, and bowed his head toward hers. She understood his intent and did likewise, slowly, until their foreheads touched.
It was as if their brains had been plugged into a wall socket, for each had been connected to another powerful, dynamic mind full of images and sound and a rushing river of thought. There were blueprints and sheet music and ideas racing, connecting, separating, color and light and darkness. And feelings, too, so many—friendship, anger, joy, confusion, frustration, satisfaction, loneliness, and-
And this.
In their mind's eye, they each saw it. It was like a jewel, or a tiny egg, or a single fluid ounce of something precious and glowing. It was new and undeveloped, but oh so valuable.
It was their connection.
They handled it carefully, lifting it gently in their four hands, bringing it to the level of their lips.
Ever so softly, they blew on it, and like an ember, it flared into brilliance. It expanded all around them, like a web, a neural network, a beautiful and complex set of pathways that could relay every thought and feeling they shared or might someday share. It was ready to begin carrying every signal that would ever pass between them. It was huge and imperfect and very, very complicated.
They no longer needed to speak. Vanessa had only to think to be heard.
This is love, isn't it? This is what love really looks like.
Yes.
It's...messy. But maybe in a good way.
I hope so.
Can we...
Oh, yes.
They reached out and touched it, and suddenly it was no longer in front of them but IN them, working, connecting, communicating.
What's it doing? Vanessa thought.
I think it's...linking us. I believe that's why it exists.
Vanessa understood.
And it will always be there, she thought. It's the machinery in our heads that makes love work. It's...the love gizmo.
Please don't call it the love gizmo.
Too late. I named it first.
If we’re going to be deciding things by who speaks first, I’m going to be at a terrible disadvantage.
You know it. She smiled.
Ferb put his hands on her face.
Then I’d best perfect my nonverbal communication.
Arms fully around her, he kissed her, harder than before. His hand slid down her back, around her waist, and up to one of her small, perfect breasts.
As they kissed, they suddenly felt warmth against their bodies. They realized they their clothing was gone and that they were now embracing skin to skin. It was no one's idea; it was simply their mutual will.
Ferb's hand traced the perfect curve of Vanessa's now-bare breast. He eased his tongue into her mouth, and she welcomed it with her own, teasing and tickling his length with her tip.
You are beautiful, Ferb thought. Even with my eyes closed, my hands can tell.
And your tongue, too?
Especially my tongue. And...more, if you like.
I like.
Vanessa edged backward, Ferb moving along with her, until she felt the mattress of the canopy bed against the backs of her thighs. Then she fell back, pulling her green-haired lover down on top of her.
You like to move fast. She could hear the grin behind the thought.
Says the boy with the tricked-out rocketship.
Technically, that ship wasn't mine.
Technically, that's a technicality. Now put those skilled hands on me.
I never claimed they were skilled at THAT.
Enthusiasm beats experience any day.
Do you know that from experience?
Please. Johnny never got past my stylish outerwear. He was too busy being a jerk.
So this is virgin territory, then?
Virgin all around, I'm guessing.
Indeed. Shall we go exploring?
Yes.
In that case-
Enough bantering now. Your hands, my body, and vice versa.
Ferb fell silent and began caressing Vanessa all over. If there was one thing he knew how to do, it was shut up and focus on the important things.
END CHAPTER 3
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