Pacifica drove away musing on Dipper's offer.
She would keep her end of the deal, more than necessary even. If Dipper Pines thought that her cold shoulder was the worst she could do, he would soon regret that. This slap would teach him not to steal from the young Northwest.
She thought back to that night. His soft lips pressing so tenderly on hers… how soft his cologne danced in the night air. How his warm hands, strong and sure as gripped her delicate shoulders. The heat that radiated off of him… but then nothing. He was gone, not a word, or even a quick goodnight.
After her shock wore off, she was furious. His smug smile was proof of his intentions. He had stolen her first kiss. Not for the sake of romance, just because he didn't want someone else to do it. Dipper was competitive, almost as much as she was. But she wasn't some object that he could claim. She didn't belong to him. She didn't belong to her father. She didn't belong to anyone.
She had intended to ignore him for a few more days, but somehow he knew the worst times to be bold.
Did she miss him?
She didn't want to answer the question even though she knew the answer. She shook away the idea. There were other things to focus on.
A dozen thoughts came forward, she knew exactly how to get inside Dipper's head.
She'd have to inform her best friend, of course. Mabel had known what her brother had done and now she could help her plan her revenge. A quick call and she'd be on her way to the mystery shack, after she stopped by her house for a few key supplies.
Mabel Pines had grown up, but never really grew up. Her brown locks were shortened and curled at the edges of her face. She was as free spirited as ever, and a constant source of positivity for Pacifica as she sorted through her family drama, expectations, and life in general. She thanked every star above that she was so forgiving of her cold childhood demeanor.
They stood just outside of the front door. Mabel stopped her at the door, unable to wait any longer to help with Pacifica's revenge.
"Oooh, you have to let me borrow these PazPaz!" Mabel explained as she marveled at Pacifica's tools of warfare.
"Of course. I'll only need them for the next few moments." She placed the items back into a bag and smiled at the prize in her hands. When she looked up and saw the older Pines twin beaming.
She may be enjoying this a bit more than expected.
"Okay," Mable straightened her back and stood behind Pacifica. "Go get him girl." Mabel turned her around, patting her shoulders assuringly, towards Dipper. He sat at the kitchen table chewing on his pen as he mused over it's contents. "Get your man!"
"What?" She shot over her shoulder.
"I said go get that man!" Mabel covered up quickly. Good thing Pacifica was facing the other direction otherwise, she would see Mabel's wide smile.
Dipper's elbows rested on the table, pen in mouth, he muttered quietly over the latest mystery. Werewolves? Possible but not probable. A chupacabra? Not in these parts…
Suddenly his space was invaded. A soft hand slid across his check from behind him, a sweet perfume followed. Dipper's shoulders tensed up. He turned and his eyes connected with soft pools of blue. Pacifica.
She stood over him, a coy smile briefly danced on her lips… alluring and so inviting.
"Just measuring. Wanna make sure I get it right." His slight confusion quickly gave way. The slap. She was trying to get into his head. It worked, better than she intended.
His heart fluttered, he was positive she would be able to feel the blood rushing to his face.
"Uh, sure." He sputtered. His chest felt tight, she was so close. He remembered their kiss. Her plump lips parted in surprise. It felt good... and it would feel good to kiss her again.
She took her hand away. He missed her soft palm, but she just as quickly raised up her other hand on the opposite cheek.
"Or should I try the other one?" She mused, as if she was talking to herself. Dipper took a deep breath. His face was on fire, his stomach was a barrage of butterflies, his breath caught in his chest… How could one person have so much power?
"Oh, can't forget these!" She pulled a cashmere purple bag from her pocket. Riffling through it Dipper could hear the soft clinging of metal. She pulled out a large ring, then another onto her fingers.
Her spell had been interrupted.
"Wait, rings? Pacifica, no one said anything about rings." He was confused at first, but his voice became stern.
"What?" She looked shocked at his argument, "A boy's first slap only happens once. It's special, it shouldn't happen with just anyone and he deserves only the best."
He grabbed her hand, standing to his feet, looking down at the girl he was almost a head taller than. His gaze was strong, pulling her in. Suddenly Pacifica felt so small… but not scared.
"You can't be serious?" He asked.
"Scared?" She quipped back. She could feel her heart rising through her chest. Dipper's hand clasped firmly onto hers, she remembered that night. Those hands could easily get her into some trouble.
There was no backing down.
Dipper saw a fire behind her eyes. She was toying with him. No way she'd really use the rings… right? Right?
"No," He shook his head, his body yearned to be closer, his lips craved hers. He needed just a little bit more of Pacifica Northwest. "Excited." He responded. His truth surprised them both.
Her cheeks exploded in a blush. She liked it.
No. It's not possible. Not ever.
"Good," She whispered, her throat was tight. The small sentence took more than she thought she had. His body pressed closer, his thumb ran along her knuckles. Her breath hitched.
It was electric.
It was dangerous.
It felt good.
It was terrifying.
It couldn't happen.
It shouldn't happen.
"But," A single syllable stopped the moment. "I have to go. Sorry Dip."
She really had to. Stupid hormones. This was spinning out of control.
"I'll be waiting." He called out to her. It was a victory, not flawless, but perfect for the time being. Timing. That was the name of the game. The anticipation building inside of him, he wanted to chase after her, pull her close and capture those lips once more. But timing, rotten, awful, dammit to hell, timing…
He'd have to wait.