Author's Note: Can you spell frustration? I can. And that's good, because that's also what I'm feeling. Okay, so the summary doesn't do the story much good, now does it? What you should expect is a twenty-six chapter epic. Okay, so not an epic, but for me, it's totally epic! Anyway, I've picked out twenty-six adjectives, one for each letter of the alphabet, all relating to the relationship between Isabella and Phineas. I've told myself each chapter, not including author's notes, MUST be at LEAST one thousand words, if not slightly over. That means no slightly under. This helps me with detail. And makes me crazy. Ha. Keep in mind, none of these little one-shots will be related. One important fact to remember, however, is that I write the couple as adults, around the mid-twenties. That will be prominent with... suggestive material. Not that anything actually happens in print. Shall we begin?


Chapter One: A is for ARDENT

Ardent: to feel great passion; to show great enthusiasm or eagerness


Isabella is a calm person. She takes things in steps. She admires order and adores practicality.

But things change when Phineas is around. Isabella changes when Phineas is around.

Isabella believes it to be purely logic; what human woman wouldn't change pace for an attractive man with whom she is in love? Or, that's what she tells herself.

It's not like it's a bad change. No. No! She's just as fond of the way she acts with him as she is with any other person. But he makes her different. He makes her wild.

But what's wrong with that?

"I feel ridiculous," Isabella groused from inside the bathroom, patting her shoulders impatiently, yearning for straps of some or any sort.

Evening gowns weren't particularly a favorite of hers, and therefore attending the formal gathering her parents were holding wasn't exactly peaking her anticipation. She sighs, feeling like a doll in her 'little black dress'. She hears a call from the bedroom, and takes a deep breath. The moment of truth.

As she peeks her head out the door and steps out slowly, Phineas lets out a low whistle. His eyes visibly widen and he looks star struck as he stands up slowly. He takes slow steps, smiling unmercifully as he stops in front of the young woman before him. Isabella blushes and hugs herself in embarrassment, "Do I look ridiculous?"

Phineas almost chuckles, but he just grins instead. Phineas Isabella's upper arms in his large hands and takes a look at her up close. "Look at you," he mumbles dreamily. Isabella turns her head away, looking to the floor sheepishly. Phineas thinks she looks lovely, but Isabella is almost laughable in her uncertainty.

"This dress is inconceivably…" Isabella trails off.

"Gorgeous?" Phineas supplies, taking Isabella's lips with his own. He smiles into her mouth as she sighs lightly, pleased with the taste of him she has come to know.

Isabella pulls back gently, looking into Phineas face for the first time since she'd entered their bedroom.

"I was going to say contemptible, but if you insist." Isabella waggles her chin slightly, eyes dancing playfully.

"Contemptible, hm?" Phineas drawls, swaying the woman in his arms gently. "That's quite the vocabulary word." Isabella giggles. "Seriously, though," Phineas admits, his voice suddenly hoarse with lust, "You look beautiful."

Isabella almost melts, muttering her sincere thanks as Phineas litters kisses down her jaw line, undeniably leaving marks. She reaches for his face then, bringing his searching lips onto hers.

She revels in just how hot his mouth is. She wonders if hers felt cool to him, but she believes it must. Isabella's pondering comes to an end when Phineas' tongue begins to explore her mouth, taking in the taste of her lip gloss and the genuine feel of Isabella.

A moment passes and Phineas movements begin to slow, almost teasingly so, and he takes Isabella's hands before kissing each knuckle.

"We should go," he points out, whispering sweet nothings into the air as he caressed each of Isabella's pale fingers. "We'll be late if we don't leave soon."

Isabella almost moans, but instead takes only one step forward. Phineas can't help but notice how her leg skirts out of the cut in her dress and the way her heels make it that much more welcoming.

Isabella pecks his lips, grasping tightly to the collar on the jacket of his suit, peering up at him seductively. Phineas returns the gesture, holding firmly to Isabella's waist as she leans her weight onto him, their noses almost touching. Almost close enough to taste.

"Or," Isabella suggested thoughtfully, placing a kiss to Phineas' neck as he smirks into her hair. "We could just stay in."

Phineas chuckles, pulling back slightly. "As sure as I am that your dress looks just as good off as it does on, I'm sure your family would be disappointed should we miss the party."

Isabella huffed in disappointment as Phineas picked her overcoat off the rack, helping her slip in each arm.

"Though," he whispers, breathing deeply into Isabella's right shoulder before allowing her elbow to continue its way down the sleeve. "I have no opposition to what we may do after the party."

Isabella smiled in front of Phineas, stealing a glance back to meet a grin of his very own.

"Okay," Isabella agreed reluctantly.

Phineas responds with a wink, opening the door for her and leading her out into the hall. The couple engage in a race to the car, a competition in which Isabella, in her heels no less, wins. Her winnings are amounted in the prize of a kiss.

As they started down the highway, Isabella ponders over everything that had happened in the few months past since her return to Danville. She had never imagined she'd be this kind of woman. She had never dreamed she'd want this the way she had, nor had she anticipated acting as… passionate as she did around her boyfriend.

But still, Phineas was a rather passionate man himself, which Isabella came to decide as the reasoning behind their rather sultry relationship. The trait leaking its way into the relationship was no surprise to her. Bleeding into her own personality was quite the shock, however.

Not that she really minded.

Isabella is a calm person. She takes things in steps. She admires order and adores practicality.

But things change when Phineas is around. Isabella changes when Phineas is around.

Isabella believes it to be purely logic; what human woman wouldn't change pace for an attractive man with whom she is in love? Or, that's what she tells herself.

It's not like it's a bad change. No. No! She's just as fond of the way she acts with him as she is with any other person. But he makes her different. He makes her wild.

And there is nothing wrong with that.


Author's Note: Hmm. I wonder what they'll do when they get home from the party... All right, chapter one! Finished! Yes. Reviews are appreciated, although not expected. I will update inconsistently, but the story will be finished within the month, I'm certain. Look out for new chapters.


Coming Up Next: B is for BELLIGERENT