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Argh, why is my body acting so strange?\n\n\"Sorry...\" He started to pull away. \"I...I should just-\"\n\n\"No.\" She blushed, unable to look him in the eye. \"I feel it too...really bad, your leg just feels so good down there right now.\" She knew the basics of sex, but the basics were nothing compared to...well, this.\n\n\"Isabella...lately, every time I look at you I get hard. You're just so pretty and kind and I think I've liked you since the first day we met,\" Phineas said quietly; even in the dark she could see he was blushing almost as badly as she was.\n\n\"I...I think I like you that way too, Phineas,\" she sighed. \"So...what should we do about it? We're probably not gonna get to sleep this way.\" She loosened her legs, freeing his thigh. \"Do you ever...y'know, touch yourself down?\"\n\n\"I dunno...sometimes I rub it a little at night, usually while I'm trying to fall asleep,\" he said. \"What about you?\"\n\n\"Yeah, a few times,\" she said, her blush deepening.\n\n\"Oh.\"\n\nAwkward silence followed, it was clear what they were both thinking but neither had the nerve to say. Finally, Isabella decided to bite the bullet, so to speak.\n\n\"Can...can I touch you, Phineas?\"\n\n\"Huh?\" He blinked. \"You...really?\"\n\n\"Yeah, I'd touch you, and...well, in return you could do the same? For me?\" Her face grew hotter and hotter with every word. Phineas's heart pounded in his chest; was he dreaming? He'd barely had any sexual education before his hundred-year freeze; all he knew was that this kind of touching was only for the most committed of lovers, married couples. And Isabella was asking him to do it to her.\n\n\"Okay, sure,\" he said. \"Uh...so what do I do? I've never even seen a girl there before.\"\n\n\"Here.\" She took his hand gently, guiding it between her legs. He froze in uncertainty-this was her most private place, and if it was anything like his it would be sensitive. He didn't want to hurt her. Tentatively, he began to rub her there with his fingertips. A small moan escaped her lips.\n\n\"Yeah, like that,\" she said. Her hand went for his length, carefully grasping it.\n\n\"Aah!\"\n\n\"D-did that hurt? Was I too rough?\"\n\n\"No, it just...wow, that feels better than when I do it myself,\" he whispered. Isabella smiled and began to stroke him up and down with her palm. Phineas groaned in pleasure and began to rub harder between her legs.\n\n\"Mm, that's so good...\"\n\nThey were going solely by instinct, or what little they had in this field anyway. Isabella moved her hand lower to feel the sac beneath his shaft, and Phineas had to bite his lip to keep from shouting. Likewise, when he poked a finger between her folds and stumbled upon the tiny bump just above her entrance, she gasped and tightened her legs around his hand.\n\n\"H-how am I doing?\" he asked.\n\n\"Good...really good...\"\n\n\"S-so are you,\" he gasped. \"K-Isabella, it feels so weird, I...I feel hot and crazy all over but I like it, I like it a lot!\"\n\n\"Me too, Phineas,\" she panted. \"Oh...oh spirits-!\" His finger was moving faster and faster and her hand pumped more vigorously until her whole body tightened up and her thighs clamped tighter than ever around his hand. \"Phineas, Phineas, Phineas!\"\n\n\"Isabellaaa...!\" He froze as the sensations came to a peak, his fingers trapped in soft wetness as she clung to him; when her body finally relaxed he sagged against her. \"Oh, Isabella...\"\n\nShe slowly withdrew her hand and brought it up to examine; Phineas blushed as he saw the sticky white fluid coating it.\n\n\"Sorry,\" he said. \"Guess we got a little carried away. Here, let me...\" He reached for his discarded shirt.\n\n\"Wow, that was pretty incredible...\"\n\n\"Yeah...\"\n\nThey stared at each other, a mix of awkward guilt and satisfaction on their faces.\n“Isabella...”\n\nHis voice carried a breathy, vulnerable tone; thick with desire. She wondered if he really knew what it was that he was seeking from her, or if he was just going on instinct. His lips sought hers again, his tongue slipping into her mouth as he fumbled with her skirt. \n\n“Phineas...” \n\nShe mumbled his name between kisses, reaching for his shirt and pulling it off. She dragged her fingers over the lean expanse of stomach noting his response as the skin seemed to jump right underneath her touch.\n\nHis hand skimmed her thigh and rested against her hip as he gently pushed her back onto the soft, moss covered ground. There was a large pebble just underneath her shoulder blade, but she hardly noticed it as he leaned his head against one of her breasts, exhaling a heated breath over the other.\n\n“You are so beautiful,” he whispered, nuzzling her chest as a calloused fingertip lightly brushed over one of her nipples. “You have no idea how long I've wanted to touch you.”\n\nIsabella couldn't breathe, let alone reply. Her whole world had contracted, and now consisted only of his hands and lips as they alternately paid homage to her breasts. A low groan escaped her, drawing Phineas's attention to her face, her eyes lidded with passion.\n\n“Isabella,” As he spoke, Phineas placed his lips against hers in a soft, barely there kiss. “I was yours since the moment you found me in that iceberg.” His words were punctuated by soft kisses against her jawbone while one of his hands sought out the heat between her legs. “I love you, Isabella,” He probed her sex through the wet cotton of her undergarments. She shuddered as he massaged her through the sodden cloth, sending an electric current straight to her brain. Did he even know what he was doing to her? He had to, and yet... \n\nThe air bender pulled back for a moment, and she whimpered, keenly feeling the loss of his hands and lips. \n\n“I need you,” Phineas whispered in near desperation, his eyes locked on hers as he waited for her response. \n\nShe was more than halfway naked and was breathing hard, her hair loose and messy and framing her face like a dark halo. Tenderly, she ran a hand through the short dark locks that Phineas sported, absently noting to herself that she would miss them when they were gone. Shaving would probably be the first thing Phineas did in the morning. After all, he'll have no more need to hide his identity. It was a chilling thought.\n\nIsabella was so caught up in her thoughts, she neglected to respond to Phineas's breathless request. He groaned, low and even, and buried his head into the hollow between her neck and shoulder. The sound sent a jolt of desire all the way down to her toes.\n\n“Isabella,” he began again, softly caressing her side. “Please.”\n\nShe nodded her head slightly, idly wondering when this situation became unreal. Hungrily, he caught her lips with his again. The clumsiness and hesitation he had shown earlier was now gone as he drank from her lips eagerly while his hands worked to strip them both of the last few articles of clothing that separated them.\n\nShe found herself gloriously naked under the light of the full moon, Phineas trembling by her side and looking at her shyly. She felt his arousal pressed against her leg and she blushed, suddenly very aware of the position they were in. A jolt of reality caught her and she grabbed Phineas's shirt in desperation and tried to cover herself with it.\n\nPhineas frowned and looked at her in confusion.\n\n“We're much too young for this,” Isabella said under her breath. “Especially you, Phineas.” She wasn't even going to ask him how he knew as much as he appeared to anyway. She had a feeling that she'd be strangling her brother if Phineas told her.\n\nPhineas's eyes darkened briefly and he sighed, pulling her flush against him. She could feel the heat coming off of him in waves as every inch of her was covered by some part of him. \n\n“We're too young for this, but old enough to go to war,” Phineas responded with a hint of sarcasm, unknowingly echoing her own thoughts. “If you don't want to, that's okay. We can stay like this... just let me hold you.” \n\nPhineas just looked at her with eyes that were far too mature as he continued to gently caress her thigh. She felt a warm flash of heat between her legs as his lips brushed against her collarbone, and she let out a small whine. \n\n“No, Phineas... you're right... there's no time,” Isabella whimpered urgently, as Phineas's dark red fire nation tunic fell from her hand, leaving her completely bare to him. She knew she was contradicting herself, but at the moment she could care less.\n\nHe pulled back and drank her nakedness with his gray eyes, his lips parted and his face flush with desire. His eyes seemed to follow a trail as he looked at her appreciatively, never lingering in one particular spot for too long. It was intoxicating and naughty and infinitely arousing.\n\n\"You really are beautiful...\"\n\nHe really needed to stop talking, Isabella decided, because she couldn't think when he talked to her like that. And she really needed to think.\n\n“I can show you,” he said as he kissed her again, leaving her breathless and cutting through her restraint with an inaudible snap. The heat of his body was nearly scalding her as his arms surrounded her. His lips trailed over her own, hot and plush and wanton. “I can show you how much I love you.”\n\nPerhaps thinking was overrated. Trembling, she explored his body with her own hands, a strange wash of emotions passing through her as she caressed the sinuous muscles, all the while veering away from the large wound on his back. Gingerly, her hand made contact with his arousal. It was surprisingly warm and silky and solid, and she gave it an experimental rub, drawing a shuddering breath from Phineas. \n\n“Show me, then,” Isabella demanded. If they were only to have this moment, then dammit, it was going to be special.\n\nPhineas groaned as he caressed her, dragging his nails through the sparse, wispy hair that surrounded her sex before allowing a finger to gently slip inside of her. She made a sound like a mew that skipped his ears, and traveled straight to his groin. Her hot breath was scalding his ear as she pulled the lobe between her teeth and gently bit down. One of her hands was wrapped around him intimately, alternately stroking and squeezing, the other grasping at his bottom in an attempt to pull him closer. He couldn't get much closer to her than he already was; not without being inside of her. The thought tore the air right from his lungs... he had never before had such trouble regulating his own element.\n\nIsabella felt a second finger enter her, the pressure strange yet arousing as he pressed them inside of her. Every soft stroke of his fingers brought with them a pleasurable spike that grew in intensity each time. His other hand cupped her breast, rolling the hard nipple against his palm. She wanted more, but if she moved she would dislodge his hands and nothing, nothing at all would make her risk that. He seemed to know, however, because he pulled back and met her eyes with his own.\n\nThis wasn't how she envisioned her first time – deep in the woods by the side of a stream – but now that she thought about it, it couldn't be more perfect. \n\nGently, he withdrew his fingers from inside of her and she frowned, mourning their loss. Phineas grabbed her hands, lifted them both over her head and held them there. In that brief moment between them, a silent conversation took place, worded with eyes and lips and intent.\n\n'Are you sure?' Phineas's eyes seemed to say, alternating with 'please' and 'hurry'. Isabella answered with a nod and a kiss so passionate, it nearly dislodged Phineas from his position on top of her. 'Now' her kisses said to him, languid and wet, and their foreheads met. His eyes were lidded heavily, the silver almost eclipsed by deep pools of black, his long, soft lashes brushing against her own. His face was so close, she could feel every soft exhale of breath against her skin. It seemed as if their hearts were beating in sync as she held him, her arms wrapped around his waist, his chest pressing against hers. She could feel him at the threshold to her body, seeking entrance, waiting for her. She parted her legs to give him better access, her chest rising and falling with each heavy breath she took.\n\nThere was no resistance from her body when he entered her, as if she was made especially for him. His eyes did not break contact from hers as they slowly came together, a slight burning the only discomfort she felt. His skin was hot and salty as she placed open mouth kisses all over his face, breathing in his unique scent of charged air right before a thunderstorm. She shuddered when he sunk as far inside of her as he could go and their lower bodies met; his so hot he could have been on fire. \n\n“Are you okay?” He asked, the words sounding strangled as they fell from his lips. His face was taut with an expression of pain or passion or perhaps both, and his hands fevered as they released hers; one supporting him so that he could look at her, the other trembling as he caressed the side of her face. \n\nHer body was throbbing with arousal as she nodded, pulling his face back down to hers for a heated kiss. He pulled back slightly and then pushed forward again, this time deeper than before. He groaned and then plunged into her again and again, into the narrow wet heat of her body, each time deeper and faster than the one before. \n\nShe felt full; a hollowness that she did not even know existed left her heart with a shuddering sigh, and she welcomed him inside of her, each stroke bringing with it a burning wave of pleasure that stole her breath away.\n\n“Isabella...”\n\nHe whimpered her name, clutching her tightly against him, wondering how it could be this good. He felt raw and uninhibited and completely free for perhaps the first time in his life. Her nails dug into his side and she moaned loudly as the narrow passage of her body suddenly clamped around him, forcing his eyes open wide. He watched in fascination as she came apart underneath him, pulling her bottom lip into her mouth in an attempt to keep from screaming. He could feel her toes curling against the side of his legs as she clung to him, her plush red lips parted in passion.\n\n“I love you,” she whimpered, the unexpected words enough to send him over the edge. A shudder rocked through him and he held her tight, pulling her hips hard against him as he came, sobbing her name over and over again; “Isabella, Isabella, Isabella...”\n\nA sob rose in her throat and she wrapped her arms around him, holding him as the shudders of his orgasm slowly died. Her own body continued to throb and tingle and she buried her face in the crook of his neck, feeling raw. He raised his face to look at her, disheveled beneath him, and was sure that he had never seen a sight so beautiful in either this life or any other. He kissed her gently, exhausted and happy, and collapsed into her arms, unwilling to move from his position on top of her.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Phineas and Isabella were kissing. "Ohhh..."

"Phineas, are you all right?"

Oh no, did I just do that out loud?! Argh, why is my body acting so strange?

"Sorry..." He started to pull away. "I...I should just-"

"No." She blushed, unable to look him in the eye. "I feel it too...really bad, your leg just feels so good down there right now." She knew the basics of sex, but the basics were nothing compared to...well, this.

"Isabella...lately, every time I look at you I get hard. You're just so pretty and kind and I think I've liked you since the first day we met," Phineas said quietly; even in the dark she could see he was blushing almost as badly as she was.

"I...I think I like you that way too, Phineas," she sighed. "So...what should we do about it? We're probably not gonna get to sleep this way." She loosened her legs, freeing his thigh. "Do you ever...y'know, touch yourself down?"

"I dunno...sometimes I rub it a little at night, usually while I'm trying to fall asleep," he said. "What about you?"

"Yeah, a few times," she said, her blush deepening.

"Oh."

Awkward silence followed, it was clear what they were both thinking but neither had the nerve to say. Finally, Isabella decided to bite the bullet, so to speak.

"Can...can I touch you, Phineas?"

"Huh?" He blinked. "You...really?"

"Yeah, I'd touch you, and...well, in return you could do the same? For me?" Her face grew hotter and hotter with every word. Phineas's heart pounded in his chest; was he dreaming? He'd barely had any sexual education before his hundred-year freeze; all he knew was that this kind of touching was only for the most committed of lovers, married couples. And Isabella was asking him to do it to her.

"Okay, sure," he said. "Uh...so what do I do? I've never even seen a girl there before."

"Here." She took his hand gently, guiding it between her legs. He froze in uncertainty-this was her most private place, and if it was anything like his it would be sensitive. He didn't want to hurt her. Tentatively, he began to rub her there with his fingertips. A small moan escaped her lips.

"Yeah, like that," she said. Her hand went for his length, carefully grasping it.

"Aah!"

"D-did that hurt? Was I too rough?"

"No, it just...wow, that feels better than when I do it myself," he whispered. Isabella smiled and began to stroke him up and down with her palm. Phineas groaned in pleasure and began to rub harder between her legs.

"Mm, that's so good..."

They were going solely by instinct, or what little they had in this field anyway. Isabella moved her hand lower to feel the sac beneath his shaft, and Phineas had to bite his lip to keep from shouting. Likewise, when he poked a finger between her folds and stumbled upon the tiny bump just above her entrance, she gasped and tightened her legs around his hand.

"H-how am I doing?" he asked.

"Good...really good..."

"S-so are you," he gasped. "K-Isabella, it feels so weird, I...I feel hot and crazy all over but I like it, I like it a lot!"

"Me too, Phineas," she panted. "Oh...oh spirits-!" His finger was moving faster and faster and her hand pumped more vigorously until her whole body tightened up and her thighs clamped tighter than ever around his hand. "Phineas, Phineas, Phineas!"

"Isabellaaa...!" He froze as the sensations came to a peak, his fingers trapped in soft wetness as she clung to him; when her body finally relaxed he sagged against her. "Oh, Isabella..."

She slowly withdrew her hand and brought it up to examine; Phineas blushed as he saw the sticky white fluid coating it.

"Sorry," he said. "Guess we got a little carried away. Here, let me..." He reached for his discarded shirt.

"Wow, that was pretty incredible..."

"Yeah..."

They stared at each other, a mix of awkward guilt and satisfaction on their faces.
“Isabella...”

His voice carried a breathy, vulnerable tone; thick with desire. She wondered if he really knew what it was that he was seeking from her, or if he was just going on instinct. His lips sought hers again, his tongue slipping into her mouth as he fumbled with her skirt.

“Phineas...”

She mumbled his name between kisses, reaching for his shirt and pulling it off. She dragged her fingers over the lean expanse of stomach noting his response as the skin seemed to jump right underneath her touch.

His hand skimmed her thigh and rested against her hip as he gently pushed her back onto the soft, moss covered ground. There was a large pebble just underneath her shoulder blade, but she hardly noticed it as he leaned his head against one of her breasts, exhaling a heated breath over the other.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered, nuzzling her chest as a calloused fingertip lightly brushed over one of her nipples. “You have no idea how long I've wanted to touch you.”

Isabella couldn't breathe, let alone reply. Her whole world had contracted, and now consisted only of his hands and lips as they alternately paid homage to her breasts. A low groan escaped her, drawing Phineas's attention to her face, her eyes lidded with passion.

“Isabella,” As he spoke, Phineas placed his lips against hers in a soft, barely there kiss. “I was yours since the moment you found me in that iceberg.” His words were punctuated by soft kisses against her jawbone while one of his hands sought out the heat between her legs. “I love you, Isabella,” He probed her sex through the wet cotton of her undergarments. She shuddered as he massaged her through the sodden cloth, sending an electric current straight to her brain. Did he even know what he was doing to her? He had to, and yet...

The air bender pulled back for a moment, and she whimpered, keenly feeling the loss of his hands and lips.

“I need you,” Phineas whispered in near desperation, his eyes locked on hers as he waited for her response.

She was more than halfway naked and was breathing hard, her hair loose and messy and framing her face like a dark halo. Tenderly, she ran a hand through the short dark locks that Phineas sported, absently noting to herself that she would miss them when they were gone. Shaving would probably be the first thing Phineas did in the morning. After all, he'll have no more need to hide his identity. It was a chilling thought.

Isabella was so caught up in her thoughts, she neglected to respond to Phineas's breathless request. He groaned, low and even, and buried his head into the hollow between her neck and shoulder. The sound sent a jolt of desire all the way down to her toes.

“Isabella,” he began again, softly caressing her side. “Please.”

She nodded her head slightly, idly wondering when this situation became unreal. Hungrily, he caught her lips with his again. The clumsiness and hesitation he had shown earlier was now gone as he drank from her lips eagerly while his hands worked to strip them both of the last few articles of clothing that separated them.

She found herself gloriously naked under the light of the full moon, Phineas trembling by her side and looking at her shyly. She felt his arousal pressed against her leg and she blushed, suddenly very aware of the position they were in. A jolt of reality caught her and she grabbed Phineas's shirt in desperation and tried to cover herself with it.

Phineas frowned and looked at her in confusion.

“We're much too young for this,” Isabella said under her breath. “Especially you, Phineas.” She wasn't even going to ask him how he knew as much as he appeared to anyway. She had a feeling that she'd be strangling her brother if Phineas told her.

Phineas's eyes darkened briefly and he sighed, pulling her flush against him. She could feel the heat coming off of him in waves as every inch of her was covered by some part of him.

“We're too young for this, but old enough to go to war,” Phineas responded with a hint of sarcasm, unknowingly echoing her own thoughts. “If you don't want to, that's okay. We can stay like this... just let me hold you.”

Phineas just looked at her with eyes that were far too mature as he continued to gently caress her thigh. She felt a warm flash of heat between her legs as his lips brushed against her collarbone, and she let out a small whine.

“No, Phineas... you're right... there's no time,” Isabella whimpered urgently, as Phineas's dark red fire nation tunic fell from her hand, leaving her completely bare to him. She knew she was contradicting herself, but at the moment she could care less.

He pulled back and drank her nakedness with his gray eyes, his lips parted and his face flush with desire. His eyes seemed to follow a trail as he looked at her appreciatively, never lingering in one particular spot for too long. It was intoxicating and naughty and infinitely arousing.

"You really are beautiful..."

He really needed to stop talking, Isabella decided, because she couldn't think when he talked to her like that. And she really needed to think.

“I can show you,” he said as he kissed her again, leaving her breathless and cutting through her restraint with an inaudible snap. The heat of his body was nearly scalding her as his arms surrounded her. His lips trailed over her own, hot and plush and wanton. “I can show you how much I love you.”

Perhaps thinking was overrated. Trembling, she explored his body with her own hands, a strange wash of emotions passing through her as she caressed the sinuous muscles, all the while veering away from the large wound on his back. Gingerly, her hand made contact with his arousal. It was surprisingly warm and silky and solid, and she gave it an experimental rub, drawing a shuddering breath from Phineas.

“Show me, then,” Isabella demanded. If they were only to have this moment, then dammit, it was going to be special.

Phineas groaned as he caressed her, dragging his nails through the sparse, wispy hair that surrounded her sex before allowing a finger to gently slip inside of her. She made a sound like a mew that skipped his ears, and traveled straight to his groin. Her hot breath was scalding his ear as she pulled the lobe between her teeth and gently bit down. One of her hands was wrapped around him intimately, alternately stroking and squeezing, the other grasping at his bottom in an attempt to pull him closer. He couldn't get much closer to her than he already was; not without being inside of her. The thought tore the air right from his lungs... he had never before had such trouble regulating his own element.

Isabella felt a second finger enter her, the pressure strange yet arousing as he pressed them inside of her. Every soft stroke of his fingers brought with them a pleasurable spike that grew in intensity each time. His other hand cupped her breast, rolling the hard nipple against his palm. She wanted more, but if she moved she would dislodge his hands and nothing, nothing at all would make her risk that. He seemed to know, however, because he pulled back and met her eyes with his own.

This wasn't how she envisioned her first time – deep in the woods by the side of a stream – but now that she thought about it, it couldn't be more perfect.

Gently, he withdrew his fingers from inside of her and she frowned, mourning their loss. Phineas grabbed her hands, lifted them both over her head and held them there. In that brief moment between them, a silent conversation took place, worded with eyes and lips and intent.

'Are you sure?' Phineas's eyes seemed to say, alternating with 'please' and 'hurry'. Isabella answered with a nod and a kiss so passionate, it nearly dislodged Phineas from his position on top of her. 'Now' her kisses said to him, languid and wet, and their foreheads met. His eyes were lidded heavily, the silver almost eclipsed by deep pools of black, his long, soft lashes brushing against her own. His face was so close, she could feel every soft exhale of breath against her skin. It seemed as if their hearts were beating in sync as she held him, her arms wrapped around his waist, his chest pressing against hers. She could feel him at the threshold to her body, seeking entrance, waiting for her. She parted her legs to give him better access, her chest rising and falling with each heavy breath she took.

There was no resistance from her body when he entered her, as if she was made especially for him. His eyes did not break contact from hers as they slowly came together, a slight burning the only discomfort she felt. His skin was hot and salty as she placed open mouth kisses all over his face, breathing in his unique scent of charged air right before a thunderstorm. She shuddered when he sunk as far inside of her as he could go and their lower bodies met; his so hot he could have been on fire.

“Are you okay?” He asked, the words sounding strangled as they fell from his lips. His face was taut with an expression of pain or passion or perhaps both, and his hands fevered as they released hers; one supporting him so that he could look at her, the other trembling as he caressed the side of her face.

Her body was throbbing with arousal as she nodded, pulling his face back down to hers for a heated kiss. He pulled back slightly and then pushed forward again, this time deeper than before. He groaned and then plunged into her again and again, into the narrow wet heat of her body, each time deeper and faster than the one before.

She felt full; a hollowness that she did not even know existed left her heart with a shuddering sigh, and she welcomed him inside of her, each stroke bringing with it a burning wave of pleasure that stole her breath away.

“Isabella...”

He whimpered her name, clutching her tightly against him, wondering how it could be this good. He felt raw and uninhibited and completely free for perhaps the first time in his life. Her nails dug into his side and she moaned loudly as the narrow passage of her body suddenly clamped around him, forcing his eyes open wide. He watched in fascination as she came apart underneath him, pulling her bottom lip into her mouth in an attempt to keep from screaming. He could feel her toes curling against the side of his legs as she clung to him, her plush red lips parted in passion.

“I love you,” she whimpered, the unexpected words enough to send him over the edge. A shudder rocked through him and he held her tight, pulling her hips hard against him as he came, sobbing her name over and over again; “Isabella, Isabella, Isabella...”

A sob rose in her throat and she wrapped her arms around him, holding him as the shudders of his orgasm slowly died. Her own body continued to throb and tingle and she buried her face in the crook of his neck, feeling raw. He raised his face to look at her, disheveled beneath him, and was sure that he had never seen a sight so beautiful in either this life or any other. He kissed her gently, exhausted and happy, and collapsed into her arms, unwilling to move from his position on top of her.", "pools_count": 0, "title": "Phineas' and Isabella's Special Moment", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/plain", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "2", "name": "Nudity", "description": "Nonsexual nudity exposing breasts or genitals (must not show arousal)", "rating_id": "1" }, { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "f", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "95" }