A/N: THIS CHAPTER IS RATED M FOR MATURE, THERE IS SMUT SO IF YOU DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ. (ages are not specified so you can choose whatever age you want them to be while reading. also; I headcanon that even when they are older, Dipper will always be shorter than Wendy, so he will be referenced as shorter)


The patter of rain against her window did nothing to disturb the sleeping pair. They rested together, arm in arm, snuggled tightly. The older girl made a small movement, which awoke both her and her younger friend. Movie night had gradually evolved into sleepovers at whoever's house, but neither minded that much.

"Wendy?" The younger of the two whispered to the other.

"Sorry, Dipper. I move a bit in my sleep. So I probably woke you up." She glanced away, almost guiltily. Dipper shook his head and smiled up at her.

"I don't mind waking up... It's with you right with me... So uh... Can't really complain..." The brunet blushed and looked down, only to hear a small snicker from his redheaded friend.

"You're such a dork. Do you know that?" The boy nodded and she smiled wider.

"I think I could fill a book with how many times you've called me a dork. Or, more specifically, 'Your dork'." Wendy tensed. "Yeah, I noticed that for the past couple weeks."

She tensed more. "So, what changed? I-I mean-! Not to pressure you I just-" She waved her hand and closed her eyes.

"Nah, it's okay," she paused, not knowing where to go from there. The soft sound of the bedsheets moving brought her out of thought. Dipper was much closer to her now, his face was a deep red, and his dark brown eyes glittered. "Dipper..?" He inched closer, and it hit her in an instant what he wanted. What hit her harder was when she realized that she wanted it, too. The older girl brought herself closer, and wrapped her arms around him. There was a hesitance from both sides, their lips centimeters apart.

Much to her surprise, it was the boy who closed the gap.

The boy who'd blush around her. The boy who'd stutter over words when she was near. The boy who'd do any and everything to make her happy. The boy who she claimed to be her best friend. The boy that she loved.

As his lips connected with hers, Wendy let her eyes fall closed, and her embrace around him tightened. She didn't want to pull away. She held him so tightly, that Dipper thought he might burst. He wrapped his arms around her neck and held himself to her. It felt so nice for them to finally admit everything in this one little action. No words could have ever explained how strongly they loved each other, so they decided words weren't needed. Yet, they both still breathed air. Slowly, they pulled apart, their breath rapid. Dipper looked up to Wendy, lifted his hand, and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. The redhead's face went pink, and she moved forwards to press their lips together once more. Dipper smiled into the kiss and ran his fingers through her fiery red hair. Any ounce of confidence he had melted away the moment he felt something slick against his lips. He opened his mouth in question, but no voice came out. He was hit with shock as Wendy's tongue slipped passed his lips. She pulled him closer, but Dipper had froze. He didn't know what to do in that moment. He began to move his hands from her neck, to moving up and down her sides as he started to get the hang of french kissing. Needing air again, they pulled apart.

"Wendy?"

"Yeah?"

"Was that okay..? For an opened mouth kiss?" The freckled girl giggled and kissed his forehead.

"It was great." Wendy smiled at her friend, and he smiled back. His hands slid down to her hips, and the girl looked down at him, her eyes shimmering with surprise. He moved so he was now above her, and nestled himself into her neck. At first, he just nuzzled, but then he gave soft, gentle kisses. Wendy let out a small moan and felt her heart begin to race. Her arms pulled him down to her, holding him tightly. "Dipper..." His name was said in a whimper. Dipper felt his body start to react to her sounds, and the feeling of her body under his. His teeth grazed against the soft skin of her neck and she let out another moan. The girl's hips gently rocked against his own.

"Wendy..." He pushed himself against her, and she whimpered again. Her hands gripped the collar of his vest, and she pulled his lips back to her own. They ground against one another, moans being silenced against their lips. Wendy's grip on his vest loosened as she slowly tugged it back. He lifted his arms out of it, and looked down at her.

Wendy's face was flushed, her chest was heaving, her eyes were half lidded. Dipper tossed his vest across the room, and Wendy slid her hands under his shirt. The brunet shuddered, but slipped off the clothing. The girl who still was positioned underneath him unbuttoned her shirt, and slid it out from under her. Her younger cohort moved off of her and finished with the rest of his clothes, as did she.

Their eyes met, and they stared at each other. They were as bare as they had been the day they had been born. Wendy reached out her hand, and rested it on Dipper's.

"I-... Dipper..." She sighed and looked away. "This is my first time..." He nodded and moved closer to her.

"It's mine, too..."

The older girl tilted her head and leaned towards him, pressing their lips together. Wendy pulled away and laid back onto her bed, a chill sweeping over her as Dipper moved above her. The boy shook, his anxiety racing through him alongside excitement. The two shifted until they were comfortable, Dipper's bare skin pressing against Wendy's, their mouths molded together.

"Dipper..?"

"Yeah?" Their voices were nearly silent.

"Please, be slow and gentle. Please?" Her eyes were full of concern and it worried her friend.

"Maybe we shouldn't, Wendy. Maybe this is all too soon... I mean... I don't even have a con-"

"I'm on the pill... And it's not that I don't want to..." Her eyes searched his. "I'm just... I don't know, man. I guess I'm just... It hurts for a while... When you've got y'know... 'Female parts'..." She wrapped her arms around his neck. "I want to do it... Please just be gentle." She pulled him closer for a quick kiss before he pulled away slowly.

"W-Wendy... I don't want to hurt you-" She silenced him with another peck.

"If we just do it now, it'll be over with... The pain will fade, okay?" But Dipper still seemed worried.

"I-I don't want to hurt you, Wendy-!" All she could do was smile.

"I know, dork," she whispered, pulling him closer. "I'll be fine, okay? You're not trying to hurt me, it's just the way it is. I... I love you, Dipper. I know you wouldn't hurt me on purpose. So please, let's just get this part over with." She kissed him again, and felt something prod at her lower entrance.

"Wendy... I love you, too."

His lips pressed to hers, and she let out a muffled cry as he entered her. He pulled out immediately, and looked down at her. Wendy was biting her lip, and her eyes were sealed shut as she gripped his shoulders tightly. "Wendy!" Dipper leaned down, nuzzled her cheek, and she nodded.

"I-I'm fine. It just- It hurts. I'll be fine..." Her breath was fast, he could tell she was trying to avoid tears.

"Wendy, I-"

"Please just kiss me." Her voice cracked almost like an upsetting plea. Dipper did as he was asked, and pressed their lips together like they had done many times already. He slowly slid back in, but he couldn't enjoy any of the pleasure of her body, as her nails were almost clawing at his back. She wrapped her legs around him tightly, and pulled away from the kiss. She buried her face in his shoulder, and let out another cry. His movements were slow, and he cursed silently at himself each time she whimpered from pain.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry-"

"It's okay... It's okay, Dipper." Her breath hitched. In another burst of worry, Dipper attempted to pull out, but her legs kept him in place. "Just... Keep going, just keep going." But the shorter of the two worried.

"W-Wendy..." His voice cracked as she held him to her tightly. He didn't move, he just rested on her. "Wendy?"

"I'm okay... It's feeling better..." She shuddered underneath him. "It's feeling good," she gasped and her hips bucked. "It feels really good..." She adjusted herself and looked Dipper in the eye. He didn't need to hear her speak to know what to do. He rocked his hips back and forth gently, and she let out a squeak.

"What-"

"Don't ask. I don't know." She couldn't help but giggle.

"Why are you-?"

"It just feels nice. It feels really nice." She blushed and moaned, her eyes closing. Dipper felt his face grow bright red as he continued to push into her. "Feel okay for you, Dip?" The brunet nodded.

"It feels amazing..." His breath was heavy and he leaned down and kissed her. "I love you, Wendy."

"I love you, too." He nuzzled her cheek gently and he gripped the bedsheets. "Dipper?" Her friend's thrusts got harder, and she moaned as they did. His teeth grazed her neck again and she smiled. "Geez, man? Wh-What's gotten into y-you?" The pleasure was amplifying itself, and Wendy was finding it hard to think, or speak for that matter. "H-Hah... Ohh... Heh..." She let out breathy gasps.

"Oh... Wendy, Wendy oh..." Dipper's groans got louder, and his tempo changed again. His thrusts were quick in, slow out. He was getting close to his peak, as was Wendy. She held him close as she breathed heavily. The pair let out their cries as a wave of pleasure crashed into them. Wendy brought Dipper's lips to her own as they rode out their orgasms. The red haired girl took deep breaths as her friend, no, her lover, pulled out and rested on her side.

"Worn out?" The question's answer was quite obvious. Dipper seemed completely out of it. He smiled weakly and turned on his side.

"Y-Y-Yeah." His answer was almost slurred, like he was drunk with euphoria. Wendy snickered and pulled him close to her. She pressed her lips to his forehead, and smiled down at him.

"I love you." Dipper looked up at her, smiled, and curled himself up into her arms as tightly as he could.

"I love you, too. I always have." He gave a gentle kiss upon her shoulder. His eyes closed and he nuzzled into her. "Wendy?" She ran her fingers through his hair.

"Hmm?"

"Since... Y'know... We said 'I love you' a lot tonight, and kissed-"

"Don't forget that other thing we just did."

"Technically, what I did. I was the one who did you, so... Anyways," he shook his head, "That's not where I was going but... Are we like..." He moved so he could look at her brilliant green eyes. "Official?" His face showed hope and love. Wendy looked up and chewed her lip. Her voice was a tone of fake questioning.

"Hmm... I don't know," she glanced down to see that he didn't catch her sarcasm. His shoulders slumped and he sighed. "Come on. I'm just messin' with you. I love you, Dipper. And if you wanna call us 'Official', then that's what we'll call ourselves.

The happiness in his eyes could not have been measured. He wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face in her shoulder.

"Goodnight, Wendy."

"Goodnight, Dipper."


A/N: And that wraps up this short little series! Hope you all enjoyed!