Day 1:

The sound of a seagull caused Pacifica to stir and open her eyes. Sunlight stream through the porthole window of her's a Dipper's bedroom aboard the Stan-O-War, blue from being filtered through the water of the Port of Istanbul. She sighed deeply as the gentle rocking of the ship and the warmth of her husband's sleeping body lying next to her lulled her into relaxation. She thought about turning over to watch Dipper sleep, but before she could she felt him stir. He yawned and began tracing squiggly shapes onto her back, bare thanks to the low-back night gown she was wearing. She sighed deeply and closed her eyes, simply enjoying this peaceful moment.

They'd been married for about a year: just long enough to get comfortable with one another, but not long enough to be bored with each other. At this point they doubted they would ever be bored of each other. All the more reason that, when give the opportunity to have the Stan-O-War to themselves for a few days they snatched it up. Stan And Ford were having to fill out all kinds of custom papers inside the city to be allowed to bring a set of curse diadems they'd found buried amongst some ruins back to the United States. Stan had suggested just sneaking them out in the couch cushions of the yacht, but Ford was firmly against it.

Not that Dipper or Pacifica minded. Not when they got a whole week to themselves.

Dipper stopped tracing designs on her back, and began running his finger through her hair, gently working out the knots and tangles before taking a strand in his finger and braiding it. Turned out being married to the twin brother of Mabel Pines, arguably the craziest girl on planet earth, had its perks. Pacifica let out a small sigh of contentment as her husband continued playing with her hair.

"Princess? You awake?" Dipper asked.

Pacifica froze and tried to keep up the facade that she was sleeping. She liked it when Dipper would lazily draw pictures on her back and weave tiny braids into her hair when he thought she was still sleeping after a night of fun.

Dipper pushed her hair over her shoulder before gently brushing his lips against it.

"Hm? You awake?" he breathed against her skin. She tightened up slightly, trying her best not to let on that she was faking it. He, however, was making it hard maintain the act as he'd started pecking neck with small, soft kisses.

"You're faking it, aren't you?" he whispered teasingly into her ear before planting a kiss right where her jawline met her neck, where he knew she was sensitive. Pacifica gasped, despite her best efforts to keep up the game.

"I knew you were faking it," Dipper smiled before blowing raspberries onto her neck, causing her to erupt into a burst of giggles. He then began poking her under her arms and on her stomach.

"Dipper!" she squealed as she tried to squirm away. "Stop!"

"Nope!" Dipper chuckled as he continued to tickle her. She finally wriggled her way out of his grasp and jumped out of the bed.

"Hey," Dipper whined as he grabbed her arm. "Come back here."

"So you can tickle me again? I think not!"

"Please?" he begged, tugging at the hem of her nightgown. "I just want to hold you for a little while."

Pacifica gently swatted his hand away. "You and I both know you it will be more than just holding."

"And that's a problem, why?" Dipper grinned slyly.

"We promised the Grunkles we'd reorganize the files in the office if we came back early," Pacifica reminded him.

"Eh," Dipper shrugged. "We've got seven days to get to that."

"And tomorrow you're going to say 'eh, we've got six.' Then the next day you'll say 'eh, we have five." And then four, and then three…"

"Yeah, probably. But-"Dipper sat up on the edge of the bed and wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling her close. "We haven't exactly gotten to spend a lot of time to just ourselves recently, so let's take advantage of it."

Pacifica sighed and rolled her eyes. "You they'll kill us if we don't hold up our end of the deal."

"They sent newlyweds to spend a week by themselves on a yacht, they knew what they was getting himself into."

"Maybe, but still, we have to reorganize that mess at some point and if we don't do it now it will only get bigger."

"Ugh!" Dipper leaned his forehead against her stomach. "You sound like Ford!"

Pacifica chuckled at him and ran her fingers through his hair, making sure the scrape her nails against where his hairline met his neck, where she knew he was sensitive.

"You are not helping your case doing that, you realize that right?" Dipper asked, his voice muffled against her belly.

"Nice try, but you're not winning this one," Pacifica playfully pushed him off of her and back onto the bed before turning and searching through her drawers for a pair of panties and leggings.

"Ugh! No fair!" Dipper whined.

"Aw, stop your whining," Pacifica retorted as she stepped into her leggings and pulled her hair into a messy bun at the top of her head. "I'll make it up to you tonight."

"I'm going to hold you to that," Dipper warned her.

"I wouldn't expect anything less. Now get dressed, we have work to do."

"If you say so Mrs. Pines."

"I do. Hop to it."