Wendy Corduroy sat at her desk frantically dabbing her neck with concealer. She wasn't prone to wearing make-up but this was a desperate occasion. She tried desperately to hide the crimson bite mark on her neck, it wasn't the only one but it was the only one anyone would see. As she continued her application her mind wandered back to the previous evening.
Movie night had gone exactly as Wendy intended. About half an hour into the film she had leaned over and gently turned down the volume. Her boyfriend of five weeks had realised almost instantly what it was she wanted. She hoisted her leg over his and straddled his lap, capturing his lips in hers. The kisses went from gentle to more explorative as the two pushed each others boundaries. She felt a hand fist itself in her hair and gently crane her head backwards allowing her partner to access her neck. Wendy felt him place searing kisses all across her neck, occasionally sucking or a gentle lick, Wendy wasn't sure where he learnt how to do this but it was doing wonders for her.
Dipper Pines had then done something thoroughly unexpected, he had leaned in and sunk his teeth into her neck. Wendy's only response was to leat out a yelp which turned into a deep moan. She knotted her hands in his hair,holding him in place as he continued his ministrations on her neck.
The next half hour was a blur to Wendy, a mixture of sensation and fevered kisses. A hand on her thigh, the removal of shirts, the departure of jeans. Deep bite marks just above her right breast, followed by an enjoyable exploration of this previously uncharted territory. Then kisses down her stomach, a dip of a tounge into her naval before another crimson bite mark found itself on her inner thigh. What happened after this was an entirely new and exciting experience for Wendy, one that made her gasp and shake and praise God for Dipper Pines and his normally scientifically inclined tounge. And then she was undone, letting out a guttural noise before pulling him up to hold her, unable to think or acknowledge anything, especially the movie in the background.
As Wendy continued her ministrations on her neck she pondered the discoveries of the previous night. So he was a bit of a biter? Wendy certainly didn't mind.
