A/N: Alright here is my view on sexuality in entertainment media. Sex is a natural thing. None of us would be here if it wasn't, but I'm very picky when it comes to raunchy writing. If not done properly it just comes across as vulgar and disgusting (That being said sometimes great sex is vulgar and disgusting. So it really depends on what the writer is trying to accomplish). The reason I haven't written in any details about Dipper and Pacifica's sexcapades is because I feel it would take away from my over all story. Which is about character development more than anything. *Steps down off soap box* I'm pretty excited about the voyage lots of character development happens when the characters are in close confines for extended periods of time. Also introducing new characters soon! As always favs, follows, and reviews are appreciated. Enjoy.

Chapter 14

Pacifica woke first this time. She was a little surprised that Dipper's arms weren't wrapped around her. She looked over her shoulder to see that they were back to back still as close as possible though. She stretched the morning grogginess away. When she did Dipper rolled over slightly and blinked to adjusting his eyes. Pacifica didn't give him time to adjust. She rolled over and assaulted his face with her sweet kisses.

"Last night was amazing," Pacifica said with one final kiss.

Dipper grinned. "Everytime with you is amazing, but yeah last night seemed extra special for some reason."

"As much as I would love to bask in the afterglow we need to get ready. Dad will want to leave as early as possible," Pacifica said getting out of bed. She felt a draft, and looked down. "Umm babe have you seen my bottoms?"

Dipper turned to see her wearing only the nightgown now. "I think I threw them over… Ah-ha here they are," he said walking over to the corner of the room.

He bent over and picked them up. He sling-shotted them across the room to her. Pacifica skillfully caught them, and marched into the bathroom. Something really really bad is going to happen to me after this vacation. There is no way I can be this lucky for this long without it, Dipper thought. He heard the shower door close, and a devilish smirk grew on his face. But why stop now. Dipper walked into the bathroom as quiet as a mouse. He took off his plaid pants, and tossed them in the corner. The shower door was fogged up completely so he knew Pacifica couldn't see him. He opened the door quickly and entered. Pacifica was wetting her hair when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She instinctively let out a sharp scream turning around to see it was only Dipper.

"What are you doing?" she asked with a pant.

"Saving water and time."

She gave him a kiss and said, "Well just focus on getting clean."

Dipper smiled and grabbed the soap. The two danced around the shower washing their hair and cleaning their bodies. Every once in awhile their butts would rub up against each other, and that warranted a smile from both. Pacifica finished rinsing off and turned to leave. When she did Dipper locked his arms around her so that only her legs could move, and he planted a deep kiss on her.

"What was that for?" she asked.

"Just wanted to know what your wet body felt like."

"And?"

"We should definitely do this again when we aren't pressed for time," he said handing her a towel.

Pacifica exited the shower and started to blow dry her hair. Dipper went through his usual morning routine of cleaning out his ears, dealing with any acne, and brushing his teeth. Mother nature then reminded him that he hadn't used the bathroom this morning, and he went to deal with that. Pacifica decided she could kill two birds with one stone. She paused the drying process, and applied toothpaste to her toothbrush. She then began brushing her teeth while she dried her hair. After Dipper washed his hands he gave Pacifica a kiss on the cheek before going to get dressed. He threw on a pair of trunks and a light colored short sleeve button down. He then went back into the bathroom to get his toiletry bag for their voyage.

"See you at breakfast," he said to his girlfriend.

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Pacifica descended the stairs a few minutes later. She found her mother and her boyfriend laughing together on the couch. Dipper stared in awe of her beauty. She wore the romper she bought back in Gravity Falls before they left.

"You know mom, if I didn't know better I'd say you were trying to steal my boyfriend," Pacifica teased.

"Oh please, it would be easier to steal gold from Fort Knox," Priscilla quipped.

"And rightfully so," Pacifica commented. So what were you two laughing about."

"Well your mom now knows the answer to the question she asked last night," Dipper explained.

Pacifica froze and grew pale. "You heard us?"

"Only a little. Every once in awhile I would hear a high pitched moan, and I knew," Priscilla said, giving Pacifica a coy smile.

"Don't look at me like that. That was Dipper!" Pacifica exclaimed defending herself. Priscilla looked to the boy whose face was crimson. "And since you seem to care so much we took a shower together this morning too!"

"Pacifica relax I'm happy for you two. Just remember I'm not ready to be a grandmother yet okay."

"I'm not ready to be a father either," Dipper said.

Priscilla looked back at her daughter who seemed confused. "What's wrong sweetheart?"

"It's just you're not reacting the way I thought you would."

Priscilla sighed. "Were you expecting me to be upset, and lecture you?"

"Kind of."

"Pacifica, you're a grown woman, and I trust that me and your father taught you how to make good decisions. That and Dipper is the only boy you've ever truly loved. He's a fine young man I couldn't ask for a better boyfriend for you," Priscilla explained.

Pacifica was now crying. She was touched by her mother's acceptance. She crossed the room running to her mother. Throwing her arms around her to hug her.

"Why couldn't we have been like this when I was younger?" she cried.

Priscilla's eyes welled up hearing her daughter ask such a terrible question. "I lost perspective sweetheart I'm sorry."

Dipper watched the two women have their moment. He was happy that they both had this confrontation. He knew Pacifica needed to hear what Priscilla had to say and he had a hunch she needed to know how Pacifica felt on the matter as well. The two finally parted and Priscilla turned to look at Dipper before returning to her daughter.

"You know when you told me you were dating him. It seemed like my eyes had finally been opened after so long shut. You weren't the porcelain doll I treated you as. I'm sorry for treating you like an object and not as my daughter." Priscilla waved Dipper over to them. He joined the two in a hug. After a minute Priscilla said, "Alright your father is waiting for us at the marina. There are parfaits I made this morning in the fridge."

The three ate quickly and Dipper loaded their bags in Pacifica's car, and they drove to the marina.

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Dipper unloaded the bags from the trunk and noticed four yachts out in the bay. Priscilla took her's and Dipper grabbed Pacifica's and his.

"Is that the Blue Blooded Armada?" Dipper asked.

Priscilla laughed when she heard the name. "That's going to stick," she chuckled.

"Yes," Pacifica said pointing to a ship. "That one is the Newkirks, the one on the far left is the Elberg's. He owns a money management firm, then the one on the far right is Tulane's we don't exactly know how he got his money."

"Alright how do we get out there?"

"Just follow us," the mother and daughter duo said.

The trio walked to the end of the pier to where a boat was waiting. "Northwest party?" the longshoreman asked.

"Oh I hope we're not the last to show up," Priscilla said.

"No ma'am I remember you from last year," he said with a smile.

"You better be careful who you flatter. You might end up stuck with her," Pacifica teased.

The man untied the small vessel and headed off toward the fleet. Dipper had never been on the ocean like this. He was starting to love the smell of salt and the wind in his hair. Pacifica looked back to see the large smile on his face and his birthmark exposed on his forehead. Apparently his smile was contagious because now Pacifica found herself smiling. As they got closer to the yachts Dipper could see some of the details of the yachts. The Newkirk's was actually a large catamaran painted red, white, and gold with Tax Evasion painted on the stern and on the sides. It sat out of the water quite a bit; so much so that he thought their current boat could pass underneath. Next was the Elberg's it was painted white with black and blue accents. Loophole was painted on its stern. Lastly was Tulane's it wasn't quite as nice as the other three. It was just plain white with Out on Bail painted on the side. The boat approached the Northwest's yacht. Dipper hadn't noticed the name of their vessel the night Pacifica showed it to him, but know it stared him right in the face. Hostile Takeover he read. Seems fitting, he thought. Preston was there on the little dock attached to the side of the yacht for smaller vessels. "Permission to come aboard," he asked being silly.

"Permission granted Mason," Preston smiled.

Dipper and the women stepped aboard and greeted Preston. "I'm so excited for this," Pacifica said hugging her father.

"Just make sure you take care of that boyfriend of yours. I don't want him falling overboard."

"I'll hold on to him," she said. Dipper knew she meant literally. After the pleasantries Pacifica walked Dipper to the room they would be staying in to drop off the bags. "Now as much fun as last night was we cannot mess around while we're out. We don't need the Ginsburgs thinking the ship is haunted by a banshee," she said poking fun a Dipper. He puffed out his cheeks with embarrassment. "Aww don't be embarrassed. I love your cute effeminate moans."

"Next time I'll show you moans," he said.

"I look forward to it," Pacifica purred.

The two shared a kiss and walked back down to the deck.

A/N: Here lies Mark Sism. He was full of great ideas that never worked out.