A/N: I'm the worst at updating, but here's a new one for you. A tad smutty, which this will be a lot more of soon.

She ran a hand through her hair as she stopped at a red light, ignoring the throbbing of her center and the mildly uncomfortable wetness in her underwear. She had felt pride swell in her chest when she had managed to not only entice Ferb into coming out of his comfort zone and text her back – pun totally intended – but to make him come from the mere thought of her. Take that, Vivianne, and fuck off.

After they had stopped texting, because she actually was working despite what her texts would've implied, she had finished up the class and took her spot at the front desk for the remainder of her scheduled time. She had flipped through Instagram, basically calmed down from the horny frenzy she'd somehow worked her way into, and waited for her time to be up so she could go home and hang out with Ferb.

She'd scrolled down on the social media site, seeing a picture that Phineas had posted for throwback thursday and it had that low thrum returning to her lower bits. The picture was oddly simple, nothing even exciting, and she wasn't sure why Phin had decided to even post that particular picture. It was of them last summer, cropped from the tops of their chests up, they were shirtless with drying hair as though they'd just gotten out of the pool. Phineas was smirking, and Ferb looked like he had just looked up form whatever he had been doing prior to the picture being taken, a bored, almost expressionless look on his face.

But, it was the sight of those bare, broad and freckled shoulders that got her. All pale and wide. His hair damp and tousled, pushed out of his face. His eyes unintentionally piercing into her own.

Fuck.

And, that had been enough to ignite that spark in her once again.

She liked the picture, it already had over one hundred likes, and she couldn't stop herself from checking to see if Vivianne liked it too. Did that make her one of those paranoid, stalker-y girlfriends? Maybe. But, she didn't trust that bitch, for whatever reason she had now decided that Ferb was free game, only after he was most definitely not. For the record, the bitch did like the picture.

So, at the end of her shift at the studio, she found herself driving home, painfully aroused, a little pissed off, and wanting nothing more than to sink down onto Ferb's hard cock and fuck her into sedation. But, seeing as how he was a virgin, and was unintentionally waiting until they as a couple were ready, she'd have to settle for something else.

She pulled into her driveway, practically sprinting into her empty house, and up to her bedroom. She was more turned on today than she'd ever been in her whole life, she was sure. Add that to the fact that she was now unintentionally vying for the attention of her boyfriend from some other slut, she needed to work out some frustration. For the better part of the day, she'd been clenching her thighs together as her clit throbbed, she was wet and aching. She couldn't stand it anymore, couldn't stand the low pulse and thinking of him.

Her grandparents would be at the studio until close, as they always did, so she had the house to herself. Which, she had never been more happy of in her life. She instantly kicked off her pants as quickly as possible, her soaked underwear coming off with them. She went to her closet and reached for a shoe box in the very back, all nondescript and not suspicious looking, pulling it out and placing it on her bed.

She was this desperate, this needy. She didn't even care.

She took the lid off the box and pulled out the few vibrators she kept in there. They felt heavy in her hands, she picked up the biggest one, knowing that she'd be too wet to really get anything out of the smaller ones.

She quickly laid back on the bed, bringing her knees up and apart, wide enough to give her the access that she needed. She was so wet that she didn't even really need the stimulation from the small pocket vibrator for her clit, but she was use to using it and stuck to her routine.

She turned them both on and slowly pushed the large green vibrator into her slick heat, moaning at the way it filled he up. She could feel the pressure begin to build, knowing that this wouldn't take that long at all, but enjoying it all the same.

She placed the small white one on her clit and gasped at the immediate response her body gave to it. She began to push the vibrator in and out of her quickly, pumping as fast as her hand and the awkward angle would allow. That was the only problem about being a girl and masturbating, it really wasn't as easy as Cosmo and porn made it seem. But, she continued pumping in and out of herself, gasping and moaning as she became wetter and slicker.

At one point, she'd flipped herself over, onto her knees, the side of her face pushed into the mattress and she fucked herself from behind, ass in the air, one vibrator on her clit, the other pumping quickly and deeply.

She was breathing quickly, her eyes tightly closed, she hadn't even heard him approach.

Ferb had texted her and asked if she was home from the studio yet, they had set plans to meet after she'd gotten done with work. Figuring that she had just jumped in the shower, he headed over to her house, parking behind her and knocking on the front door. She hadn't answered, so he'd let himself in.

Normally, he'd never assume to let himself into anyone's house, but Marjorie was different, and so were her grandparents. There was no way they weren't going to treat him as though he was their grandson, so they had told him if he knocked politely and acted skittish, they'd be offended. He'd managed to warm up to them quickly, it wasn't hard, they were just like Marjorie – all friendly and bright.

He didn't hear the shower running, but he knew she was home and that her grandparents weren't, so he headed upstairs to her room and paused on the stairs when he heard moaning. With a blush, he continued up and made his way to her room. The door was open, not even closed a little bit, and he stood in the doorway, flushing furiously, his breathing becoming labored and his cock quickly hardening at the sight.

Marjorie was on her bed, ass in the air, and naked from the waist down, a loose shirt covering some of the top parts of her creamy skin. One hand was working a toy in and out of her drenched opening and the other had a small one positioned at the top of her slit. She was mewling and writhing her hips, her face away from him.

He felt only slightly creepy just standing in her doorway, watching her pleasure herself, without her knowing. But, he couldn't find his voice to call out to her. After a few moments of watching a real life porn, and literally something he'd dreamt about, he decided that he was more of a gentlemen than this – despite all the thoughts running through his head and the very obvious and painfully hard erection he was now sporting – and needed to make himself known.

He cleared his throat, stepping into the room a small bit, "Marjorie."

Her hand paused it's movement, her body coming up straight, resting back on her knees, she turned and looked at him stunned and embarrassed. But, he was more focused on the fact that the machine was still inside of her.

"Ferb?"

She was literally mortified. Was this a joke? Some cruel joke? Yes, he was her boyfriend, but they'd just barely crossed the line into sexy-times and here he was, watching her fuck herself. All spread out and bare, wet and open. Is this what she got for cheating on all her math tests?

He cleared his throat again and tried to look up at her face, which was a little red from embarrassment or extrusion, he wasn't sure. But, his gaze kept straying back down to her naked lower half, where one of those things was still buzzing inside of her.

"Uh, I, ah, called you, but you didn't answer." He made it sound like he clearly knew the reason why she didn't answer and she wanted to kill herself.

"Sorry."

He shook his head, his eyes still roaming over her flesh. "It's fine." He gulped and brought his gaze up to her finally, his breathing extremely heavy. "I didn't realize you were being quite so literal earlier."

She would've laughed at his bad joke if she wasn't so taken by the intensity in his green gaze, a new wave of heat spread through her, causing more wetness to form at her entrance. Why did he have to look at her like that, and speak with that sexy accent, and God, she wanted to throw him down and fuck him.

Now that the embarrassment of being caught wore off, she realized the position they were in and decided to take full advantage of it. She pushed herself down a little, still on her knees, resting one hand on the bed, and the other grasping the toy between her legs. She looked at him over her shoulder, ass in the air, her slit open and wet and now facing him directly.

He couldn't take his eyes off of her, of the way she moved about herself, pumping quickly and slowly into her body. He felt himself grow harder, wanting nothing more than to sink into her heat and fuck her as hard as he could.

"Like what you see?" She was looking up through her lashes at him, that secret look in her ocean eyes.

He swallowed hard and choked out a, "Yes."

He found himself moving closer to the bed, closer to her. "You can touch me." He hadn't even been aware of how close he'd gotten, of the hand hovering over her ass. He brought his hand down, running his fingers over her soft, pale flesh. She gave a moan at his tentative movements, wanting more. "Fuck me. Please."

Ferb looked down at the green plastic vibrator she was holding out for him, he slowly took it from her, and she repositioned herself directly in front of him on her hands and knees. He slid his left hand down her ass and to the slick heat that head his head spinning, his fingers gently prying her folds, causing sharp moan to escape her. He had to bite his lip to keep from outwardly moaning, she was so wet and warm, he'd never felt anything like it. He stroked her gently for a few moments, feeling himself grow impossibly hard, before looking down at the toy in his hand, pulling his own fingers away and bringing the vibrating plastic to her wet hole and slowly pushed it in.

She was moaning and bucking back at him, her head thrown back as he pushed it in as far as it would go. He was totally lost here, unsure of what exactly she liked or wanted. He'd watched porn before, it wasn't like he was completely clueless, but what she desired escaped him, and he was unsure of how to ask, instead reverting back to his old, silent ways and waited until she told him what she wanted.

It worked, because no sooner than he pushed it in, she was telling him what she wanted in breathy sighs, causing him to want to kill himself. "More, pull it out and fuck me hard and slow."

He did as she asked, bringing the vibrator almost fully out before pushing it back into her deeply. A sharp moan escaped her throat, the sound going straight to his cock. He pulled out and pushed into her again and again, slowly, deeply, as hard as she wanted. His breathing was harsh, his cock strained painfully against his jeans. Fuck, what he would give to bury himself inside of her right now, it was all almost too much to take.

He held her soft hip in one hand, his fingers digging into her flesh, holding her there as he fucked her, imagining it was him instead of his hand. She was breathless and moaning, and he had never hear anything more alluring in his life.

She moved back against him, meeting his thrusts and taking it all in. She angled her hips and gasped, her head throwing back. "Right there. Don't move, fuck." He held his position as she moved back hard onto him, her breathing quick little gasps for air. She paused and he felt her body quiver before she went lax and uncoiled. She was bent forward, breathing hard and he removed his hand and the vibrating plastic from her, switching it off and laying it besides her.

Marjorie flipped over and laid back on her bed, her face flushed, her eyes closed, her breathing still not regulated and a small smile on her face. She had never looked more beautiful to him. She patted the bed next to her and he laid down beside her. She lightly patted his chest, "You did good, kid."

He rolled his eyes at her jest and smiled, "Glad I could be of assistance."

She turned towards him, a secret smile in her eyes that he couldn't quite read. "When I catch my breath, you're next."

He was embarrassed to admit the amount of excitement that washed over him at her words, the feeling went straight to his cock, which couldn't get any harder, he was sure. He leaned down to kiss that ridiculous and beautiful mouth of hers, enjoying the smile against his lips.

They kissed softly for a few moments, just soft lips against lips, he opened his mouth for her and she took advantage of it. It was still slow and sensual, inviting and soft. There was no rush between them, there had never been and he liked that about the two of them. There was heat, a need and a want, but that wasn't mistaken for rush. They took their time with each other, becoming so close that if he were to loose her, he wasn't sure he'd recover. Now, it'd be like loosing Phineas or Katrina, it'd be like living without books or the urge to create. It just... wasn't possible.

He realized that this probably made him sound like a tosser, but it was true. She was slowly becoming his best friend, his closest companion, someone that was his and his alone to trust and mend. She was his and he was hers.

Their kisses slowly heated up, her hand running down the front of his shirt, to the front of his jeans. He moaned into her mouth when she touched him, she didn't touch him nearly enough he thought, she should touch him all the time and never wear clothes. That sounded like a right idea.

He slid his hand down her back to the open expanse of skin from under her top, to her naked ass. Her cupped her flesh, squeezed it, let her soft, supple skin glide under his fingertips. She sighed approvingly at his ministrations, and he gave her the same benefit.

She unbuttoned his jeans, releasing him from his confines, but her hands on him was a different torture, a sweet one. She pulled him out of his boxers, holding him in her hand as she had done that night, stroking his hard length, her hips subtly moving in time with her hands. He wondered if she even noticed what she was doing, he probably wouldn't have if his hands hadn't been stuck to her ass. He pulled a thigh over his waist, still kissing her, and slowly thrusted his hips into her hands. With his eyes closed, it almost felt like his was inside of her, and that was enough to drive him mad.

She broke away from the kiss, nipping down his jaw and neck, slowly unravelling herself from his tight grasp, and made her way down to his cock. She looked up at him through her lashes in that way girls were prone to do, he never thought himself a weak-willed man, never thought himself one to fall prey to dandy weakness brought on by a girl, but he found out that he was very wrong about himself.

One look from her with those sea glass eyes and he was finished.

He'd never known that someone could have this much power over him, he'd always assumed himself to be in control and kind of uptight – because he was those things. But, she made him submissive and feisty, a contradiction that he enjoyed. He never thought he'd find someone like her, maybe that was why he had thought himself so in control. He'd always just assumed that he'd find someone at college or abroad, someone intelligent and quiet who was very much like him.

Marjorie was like him in some ways, but they were so vastly different in others. Where he was quiet, she was loud. Where he was soft, she was hard. Where he frowned, she smiled. They were just... different, but not as much as he'd first expected. She was perfect to him and for him, and if he lost her, well, he'd be lost.

But, from the way she was working his cock, looking up at him through those long lashes with her sea glass eyes, it didn't look like she had any intention of leaving him.

Her eyes glinted with something he couldn't read. And they said he was the one hard to read, they clearly hadn't been taking a good look at Marjorie Addams.

She leaned down and licked his cock from base to tip, sucking on the head and causing him to throw back his head and suck in a deep breath. She started taking him in, as much as she could at a time and working him with her throat and tongue. His hand went to her hair, tugging softly and pushing his hips subtly against her.

The things he felt with her were different than anything he'd ever experienced. He wondered if this was why Phineas put up with Isabella, this feeling he had right now. He wondered if this is why it made all that pain worth it. The way his heart stammered intensely in his chest when she smiled, or the feeling he got when she looked at him a particular way with her heavy eyes. Maybe he had misjudged his brother because he had been unable to see it from his perspective. He could see it now, and he understood.

She took him deeper within her throat and all thought ceased to exist as she moved with him in her. All he could focus on was the pure pleasure that was brought on from her mouth. His eyes tightly screwed shut, he focused on feeling her and resigning to think less.

He laid back on the worn couch, his long legs stretched out in front of him on the floor, his head resting back on the cushion. He played cords to a random song that had been stuck in his head on the guitar in his hands, his eyes unfocused and staring at nothing. Marjorie was sitting with Xavier and Michael, looking at something on his laptop and laughing profusely. Phineas and Katrina were seated over by the radiator on the other side of the room, speaking quietly. Timmy was lounging on the floor by the drums, and Ferb was pretty sure he was asleep, while Andrew sat on the bass amp boredly looking at his phone.

Ferb and Marjorie had accompanied Phineas and Katrina to band practice, Ferb didn't say anything about how much time the two of them had been spending together, or the fact that it was usually Isabella that came with them. He didn't say anything because if Phineas wanted to talk about it, he would. And it was clear that he didn't want to.

Ferb was glad for his brother, he looked happier than he had in a long time with Katrina by his side. They laughed a lot, mostly because Phineas was a tosser and Katrina found it charming. It didn't seem like any of their friends found it odd that the brunette had stopped showing, but the blonde never did. Nobody had liked Isabella in a long time, but everyone had always liked Katrina, she somehow had gotten the advantage over the smaller girl within their group. It honestly hadn't been hard, Katrina was everyone's best friend. Isabella... wasn't.

"I've been thinking," Phineas started, pulling everyone's attention out of the fog and over to him. Ferb stopped his mindless playing and looked to his brother. "And, I want Ferb in the band."

They all turned from looking at Phineas to him. He felt uncomfortable under their gaze, and instead kept his own on Phineas, his brow furrowed. He gave his brother an imploring look, asking him why. Phineas just rolled his eyes and answered Ferb, "Because you're an amazing guitarist and you need to get over yourself."

Ferb just scoffed and pulled his gaze away from Phineas. He only looked back up when Marjorie was the first to pipe up about the situation, he wasn't surprised. "I think it's a great idea. Coming from the girl who knows nothing about anything." She added as an afterthought.

Phineas smirked and chuckled, giving Ferb a look that signified that now that he had his girlfriend on board, there was no saying no. Ferb just gave him the finger.

Xavier spoke up next, surveying the group, knowing that the other guys would wait for his lead before speaking their minds. Honestly, Phineas knew that if Xavier wasn't on board with the idea, the other guys wouldn't be either. Xavier was the real leader of the band, no matter how much Phineas was the front man. He nodded, "I think it's a smart move, man. Ferb is baller as fuck and honestly dude, if we knew you'd say yes years ago, we would've asked."

Michael nodded along with Xavier, and the twins looked at each other before chiming in as well. Timmy nodded to Andrew, giving him the go ahead. The blond boy sighed, "I actually have been meaning to talk to you guys."

They all sat up and looked at him, giving him their attention. "What's up, man?" Phineas asked with concern lacing his features.

Andrew just sighed, "I'm kind of, basically flunking out right now."

"Drew, you should've told me, I could've been tutoring you!" Katrina looked sad about it, which wasn't a shock, she was always everyones go-to when it came to school work.

"I know, I know." Andrew started, "But I'm a lazy piece of shit, so there's that. And, with working, I just don't think I'm gonna have time to fix my average and be in the band, guys."

"Well, we'll be sad to not have you up there with us, but you know you're welcome onstage with us any time, man." Xavier threw a couch cushion at his head. "Don't fucking keep us in the dark next time, just ask for some help. Jeez, we've got two geniuses in the room with us right now."

Katrina and Ferb just rolled their eyes at their new title of genius.

"In any case though," Michael started, "It's a good fucking thing we have Ferb."

"Yeah, basically fuck off now, Drew." Timmy smiled at his brother.

"Fuck off, man." Andrew threw back at his twin.

"So," Phineas came over to sit next to Ferb on the couch. "What do you say?"

He couldn't very bloody well say no to them now, not after they had just lost their guitarist, well, one of them. He sighed in resignation, "Fine." He grumbled out.

Phineas threw his arm around Ferb's shoulders and side hugged him, "Dude, yes." He didn't bother pushing the excited Phineas off of him, it'd be no use. "This will be perfect, you can sing harmonies – you know how baller our harmonies are."

He threw a shady look at his brother, he hadn't said anything about singing. He knew Phineas, he said harmonies, but then it would be choruses, and eventually full songs. He narrowed his gaze at his brother, who pointedly ignored it.

Marjorie was smiling wide at him. She wanted this, for whatever reason. She was excited for him, he could read it in her body language and smile. He sent her a questioning look, she responded with a secret gaze and the subtle bite of her lip.

Well, okay. He sighed, why had his life suddenly become so interesting?

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