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Episode 3: The Last Wish - Act 2: Dipper the overthinker.

Important: I'm doing a complete rewrite/revision before uploading the last chapter.

This chapter is: [Rewrite finished for all chapters 08/03]

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[Chapter 7: The 'Physical Stuff']

[Act 2 - Monday: Part 3]

It was pouring water from the sky. A few thunders could be heard in the distance as Dipper and Pacifica entered the manor garden through the gate. They were completely soaked wet and covered in mud a car had just splashed at them. Luckily for Pacifica, the plush toy Dipper had won for her was unstained inside of the plastic bag. They walked their way through the garden until they reached the manor's porch. Pacifica then grabbed Dipper's forearm and stopped him before he had any chance of putting his feet inside the building.

"Wait. We can't drag mud inside the manor." Pacifica said seriously.

"Why not? Your parents aren't here." He countered and raised an eyebrow.

"The butlers aren't here either and I honestly don't know where the broom cupboard is so, unless you wanna clean the mud with your hands, we better avoid dragging anything inside." Pacifica took off her shoes.

"Fine." Dipper agreed and removed his shoes. When he glanced back at the heiress, his jaw fell. Pacifica hadn't stopped at all on her shoes. She was in her underwear now and stepping into the manor.

The heiress soon realized that Dipper wasn't following her.

"What are you waiting for? Dipper?" She turned around and found went from gawking stupidly at her to gluing his gaze to the ceiling. "C'mon, you have already seen me in a bikini. This is pretty much the same." She rolled her eyes and walked up to a coat stand, taking one of her father's coats to cover herself.

"N-n-no, it's not." He stammered, his eyes still glued on the ceiling. Dipper hadn't realized yet that Pacifica was already covered in a coat.

"How so?" Pacifica was amused by the situation. She wondered for a second if Dipper would notice if she left all of a sudden.

"The fabric is wet from the rain and I… can see through." He admitted and flushed crimson red.

Pacifica had a quick look inside the coat and realized he was right.

"Right…" She flushed the same tone of red and cleared her throat. "Definitely not like my bikini at all. Well, you're going to stand there under the rain all day or you're going to come in?"

"Uh…" Dipper had a quick look and noticed that she was wearing the coat for the first time. "Sure, let me just…" He removed his t-shirt over his head and had a look at his shorts. They were literally dripping mud but Dipper had a big enough reason to avoid taking them off right now. "Why don't you go take a shower and we meet in the living room in a quarter hour?" He suggested.

"I was hoping that you'd give me a hand with my hair." She ran her hands through it, throwing mud to the entrance. "I mean, it's a lot of hair for me to wash it alone."

"Of course, after a quick shower I'll—"

"No, you big Dork. I'm asking you to take a bath with me." Pacifica closed the distance between them. "Think about it. You wash me and I wash you. It's kinda romantic." She gave him a small smile.

"A bath like… a bath naked?" Dipper's eyes bulged out.

"No, you idiot." Pacifica sighed and rolled her eyes. "We'll be in our swimsuits. Think of it like we're in the pool but with hot water instead."

"Well, if you put it that way I guess—"

"Great! Meet me in my bathroom in five minutes." She interrupted him before he even finished and ran upstairs.

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Dipper had been standing in front of the bathroom door for ten minutes now in his swimming trunks with a towel over his shoulder, but hesitating to get in. He had a feeling that Pacifica had another intention besides washing each other and he wasn't comfortable with it. He would be lying if he said he didn't consider her attractive but, in his opinion, they were going far too fast. And he knew that the faster they went, they quicker everything would be over. Dipper wasn't happy with that outcome. He enjoyed spending time with the heiress, having those accidents now and then that made them giggle and blush, and specially kissing her, but he would prefer to keep it like that and nothing else for the time being. Dipper sighed heavily and opened the bathroom door.

A wave of hot hair struck him. Dipper got in the bathroom and saw Pacifica sat inside her square bathtub with her back at him, a layer of pink bubbles on the water surface reaching up to her purple bikini top. She was combing her long blonde hair, most of the mud already washed off it. Pacifica felt she was being watched and turned around.

"Dipper! I thought you weren't coming!" She smiled and beckoned him to join her. "I was just finishing my hair."

Dipper pondered about it for a second and thought he might have been overthinking the situation too much. Perhaps all Pacifica really wanted to do was simply to sit with him in the bathtub and let him give her a hand with the hair. Dipper got in the bathtub a little more relaxed.

The square bathtub was big enough for four people to fit in. The walls were vertical, making it look like a small pool rather than a bathtub, and the height was the adequate for them to sit upright without the water reaching their faces. Dipper grabbed the soap and rubbed his face and forearms to remove the mud. The rest of his body has been protected by his clothing. Once he was done, Pacifica looked at him and giggled.

"You forgot to wash this." She extended her hand and rubbed the tip of his nose. When it was clean, Dipper smiled nervously at her and Pacifica gave a tap to his nose. "You're cute when you're nervous."

"I guess I'm cute all the time then." Dipper chuckled nervously and lowered his gaze, wondering why he had said that.

"Yup. C'mon, give me a hand with my hair. I can't reach here." Pacifica turned around and inclined her head so that Dipper had total access to the back of her hair. "And… can you do that thing with your fingertips on my scalp?"

Dipper smiled and began tracing his hand through her hair, his fingertips rubbing her scalp from her forehead to her nape. The heiress shuddered at the relaxing sensation and parted from his hands, submerging herself in the water to wash the shampoo away and emerging in front of Dipper afterwards.

"You know, now that I see the two of us here, I think this tub might be a little too big for me." Pacifica looked around herself, seeing how there was more than enough room inside the tub for them to stretch without even touching each other.

"Yesterday, before we had our little 'bathing accident' here, I thought this was actually a small indoors pool." He giggled. "Shame it doesn't have any water jets for back massage. This could be a pretty good hot tub." He rested his back on the tub wall and got comfortable in the hot water.

Pacifica sat in front of him and smiled smugly.

"Hot tubs aren't fun unless you can share them with someone. I wanted my bathtub to be this big so that I can stretch while bathing."

Pacifica extended her hands to prove her point and stroked Dipper's shoulders. As her eyes drank in the sight of her boyfriend's naked chest, her hands traveled down his sides to play with his belly. However, Dipper thought her hands were going a little too low and he wiggled his way out of the situation, scooting himself to the side.

"I don't bite, you know?" Pacifica grumbled.

Dipper looked aside and Pacifica bit her lower lip. She realized that Dipper was tense and clearly having a bad time, and it was because of her. Pacifica didn't know why that was. Dipper hadn't acted like that the previous day when they were in the pool with Mabel. Was it because Mabel wasn't around or was it because she had accidentally tried to lower his shorts earlier in the day? If Pacifica had to bet all her money, which was a lot, on one of those possibilities, she would definitely go for the latter. That meant everything was her fault.

"I'm sorry, okay?" She blurted out and Dipper looked at her for the first time. "I don't know why I tried to lower your shorts today but I'm sorry! Everything felt so good and I got carried away but…" She sighed sadly and lay back on the opposite wall of the bathtub. "…what I really enjoyed was feeling you close. If I had known this was going to happen I would've never taken the kisses so far. Please, Dipper, forgive me. You don't have to do it today but… someday."

Now it was Pacifica who was looking aside and Dipper who was trying to get her attention. The boy had a deep frown on his forehead and he was feeling a painful ache in his heart. Dipper realized he had handled the situation rather poorly. Instead of properly addressing the issue, he had acted with a sulky mood towards it and now Pacifica was sad. His heart plummeted to the floor from his chest and Dipper felt the need to fix everything now. He crawled in the bathtub and reached for her face, playing a little with her bangs first and pushing them out of the way, and then caressing her cheek until Pacifica looked at him. Her eyes were sad and he couldn't stand it.

"Princess, there's nothing to forgive." He smiled warmly and gave her a quick peck on the lips. "I'm not mad at you. It's just that… we're going too fast. I was happier when it was just cuddling and kissing and… I don't want to go any faster because the faster we go the sooner everything will be over and I…" He gulped and thought back before saying the 'I love you', considering now it wasn't the appropriate time. "…I don't want our relationship to be over."

"But… Dipper, we can't go slow…" She lowered her face again. "My parents could be back any day and… you're going back to your hometown once the summer is over. I'll lose you one way or the other and I don't want to go slow."

Where Dipper's heart had been earlier in his chest, there was a hole and now that hole had just been filled by an anvil, causing him a terrible pressure. Pacifica was looking at him with sorrowful eyes and he realized that, despite her small smiles now and then, deep down she was still very sad at her situation and Dipper was his anchor in that sea of sadness. He realized that her actions were not out of lust, but out of a complete need for love.

"I'm so sorry, Pacifica. I was wrong." He grabbed her hands and gave them a squeeze. "I can try going a little bit faster but… please let me set the pace." He said and Pacifica smiled and nodded eagerly. "I don't exactly know what your intentions were this morning. I don't know if you just wanted to take a peek or touch it or maybe that we—"

"I don't know either." Pacifica interrupted him and blushed crimson red.

"Anyway, I stopped you because I'm not comfortable doing that so soon. And I also want to be sure that if it's the other way around and I try to… I don't know, grab your butt or—"

"I wouldn't mind that you grabbed my butt." The heiress shrugged.

"R-really?" Dipper's eyes widened and considered trying it now, but he thought back. "I mean… my point is that if I do something you're not comfortable with, I want you to say it immediately or slap me across the face, or something."

"Don't worry, Dork." Pacifica snickered and rolled her eyes. "I'll slap you so hard the windows of the manor will shatter."

Dipper grinned at her and then voiced his thoughts.

"So… we're almost naked in a bathtub. What happens now?"

"Well, I've meaning to ask you…" She leaned forwards and Dipper sat in the center of the bathtub. Pacifica placed her hand on his chest and began twirling the three small chest hairs between his collarbones. "Are these yours?" She asked, biting her lower lip lustfully.

The boy raised an eyebrow and had a look at his own chest.

"Oh, would you look at that! Last time I checked there was only one!" He chuckled happily at his apparently growing chest hair.

"That means there's gonna be more?" Pacifica's eyes bulged out.

"Um…" He eyed her curiously, trying to figure out her reaction before answering. "Yeah, I guess so. According to my Grunkle Stan there should be more. Is that a bad thing?"

"Not at all. I like pulling at your hair." The heiress began pulling softly at his chest hair to prove her statement.

Dipper wiggled and giggled at the sensation.

"Alright, stop that." He patted her hands away. "Now I have a question for you."

"Shoot." Pacifica went nose deep in the water to hide her blush. While playing with his chest hair, the heiress had noticed for the first time how much she loved to see Dipper's wiry musculature being wet in the water.

"The night we came here, Mabel and I gave you a pretty good scare with the campfire story." Dipper noticed Pacifica's eyes widening. He couldn't tell about the rest, since it was underwater. "But you did pretty well today in the funfair ride. How is that?"

The heiress emerged from the water and sighed.

"I had a really bad night then, and I have been jumpy these past two days because of that but... I think I'm finally over it." Pacifica said with a warm smile, lifting a weight from Dipper's chest.

Pacifica leaned closer and rubbed Dipper's chest, rejoicing in the touch and in how slipper it was due to the water mixed with soap. Dipper felt a little uneasy about the effect that was having in his body and grabbed her hands, squeezing them in his. Pacifica liked the gesture and she unspokenly asked for a kiss, slightly parting her lips and closing her eyes. Dipper more than willingly reciprocated her actions but, since none of them cupped each other's cheeks and had their eyes closed, their aim was all but precise and Dipper landed the kiss on Pacifica's nose. She giggled and sat in front of him again.

"Dipper, what do you like most of me?" Pacifica asked playfully.

"Physically, or about your personality?" Dipper raised an eyebrow.

"Both." The heiress clarified with a smirk.

"It's a tough question. You better think your answers, because I am asking it again next."

Dipper sat up in front of her and began examining her closely. He drew his hand to her side and caressed her skin, tracing his fingers slowly to her back. He brushed the fabric strap on her back that kept her bikini tied to chest. Pacifica's eyes widened and was about to stop him, she didn't want to end up topless, but Dipper's hand just passed over the strap and stroked her long blonde hair.

"I like your hair but..." He commented while stroking her long blonde hair, enjoying how silky it felt to the touch. "…I think I'll go with this." He brushed her belly with his fingers, making the heiress quiver and giggle at the caresses on her most ticklish area.

"I knew you'd say that. What about my personality?" Pacifica asked eagerly.

"That's easy. I like the way you stand for what is right." Dipper shrugged.

"Mhm." Pacifica nodded but displayed a doubtful expression on her face. "Like what?"

"Oh, well. Let me think..." Dipper began tapping his chin. Pacifica smiled, recognizing the gesture his sister and he apparently shared. "You stood up against your parents in the Northwest Fest to save those people, then against Grunkle Stan in the Shack to defend yourself. There is also Robbie today..." Dipper listed with his fingers.

Pacifica grabbed his hand to stop him.

"Thank you, I know what you mean." She gave him a small smile and then shivered all of a sudden.

The water in the bathtub was beginning to be uncomfortably cold. Dipper pulled at the plug and allowed the cold water to flow away, then turning on the hot water again.

"You haven't answered my question yet." Dipper reminded the heiress while the tub was filled back up with hot water.

"It's a complicated question. I need to touch you to be sure." Pacifica smiled playfully.

Dipper spread his arms wide and gave her a nervous smile. Pacifica bit her lower lip at the chance to finally explore her boyfriend. She landed her hands on his chest and squeezed it. It was somewhat hard and beginning to develop thanks to all the wood chopping, but still flat and barely noticeable. The heiress traced her hands down and stroked his belly. Much to her surprise, she managed to grab some loose flesh there. Dipper was flat, but not flat enough to avoid having some fat there. Pacifica giggled and played with his small flab, causing Dipper to chuckle and do the same to her so that she stopped. Pacifica then found her answer and stared at Dipper with a surprised expression on her face.

"What?" Dipper asked, wondering if he had just done something wrong.

"I like your hands but…" She thought again and changed her mind. "Your hazel eyes… they're so warm and full of tender…" She mumbled and began to blush.

Dipper smiled and moved in the huge bathtub, sitting beside Pacifica and resting his back against the bathtub wall. He drew his hand to cup her cheek and Pacifica raised her own hand to press his on her face, rejoicing in how he caressed her cheek with his thumb. Dipper gave her a quick peck on the lips and raised his arm, beckoning her closer. Pacifica cuddled up and Dipper side-hugged her, his chin resting on top of her head and her hand on his chest. Pacifica sighed and rubbed her cheek on his shoulder. Even though the tub was already filled with hot water, the heat she was receiving from Dipper's affection was warming her up to her very core. She knew what she had to tell him now.

"About your personality, I have a story for you." She said and Dipper raised an eyebrow. "This is the story of the donkey skin princess."

"Am I the prince?" Dipper asked eagerly, curious about the prospect. He knew Pacifica read lots of fairy tales stories and he was hoping for something good.

"Yes and no. As I was saying, there was once a kingdom. The king was married to a beautiful queen." Pacifica began to narrate with emphasis.

"Are we the king and the queen?" Dipper interrupted her again with a smile.

"Shut up and don't interrupt the story." She snapped poking him in the side. Dipper chuckled and remained silent. "One day the queen fell very ill. Before she died, she made her husband promise her that he would only marry someone that was more beautiful than she had ever been." Pacifica explained.

Dipper was smiling, guessing where the story was going. 'Now the king found a blonde princess and they lived happily ever after.' He thought.

"The king began his search throughout kingdom and it turned out that the only person that bested his deceased wife was his own daughter."

"What?" Dipper's smile fell from his face. He looked at Pacifica, thinking he had heard her wrong.

"The king, knowing he couldn't go against a dying wish, ordered a magical coat to be made from the skin of his best donkey." She continued, ignoring Dipper. "The magic of the coat made the princess look less beautiful and unfriendly to the common eye so that she didn't match the description of the wish anymore. Thanks to the coat, she managed to escape the kingdom and eventually found a prince, who saw her true beauty through the magical coat. And they lived happily ever after." She finished.

"I-I don't understand, Pacifica." Dipper was surprised by the turn of events in the story.

"Don't you see? My parents made the same coat for me with all the makeup and standards. Everybody thinks I'm a bully and a bad person, but you, you saw through that coat that day in the Northwest Annual Fest by telling me I was different. That was my grain of truth, Dipper. You said so yourself." Pacifica smiled happily.

Dipper felt a sensation comparable to having his heart being squeezed pleasantly and he ducked a finger under her chin to tilt her head upwards.

"There is a small difference, Princess. You have always been beautiful, with and without the coat." Dipper whispered and kissed her.

Pacifica grinned and kissed him back. They began to open and close their mouths at the same time while kissing and the heiress placed her hands on his shoulders to steady herself. His skin was slippery due to the soap and her hands slipped down to his chest. She tried again and they slipped once more, so Pacifica simply rested her weight on his chest. Dipper frowned and parted the embrace with a soft whimper.

"What? What's wrong?" Pacifica asked worriedly.

"Y-you're pressing the pit of my stomach." He protested.

Pacifica lowered her gaze and realized that it was true. She giggled and removed her hands from his chest. Dipper tried this time to kiss her instead, getting on his knees and cupping her face. The boy landed a few kissed on her upper lip and then went to her nose. He leaned forwards to add a little more pressure to their kissing and Pacifica accidentally toppled backwards and fell underwater. The heiress emerged from the water with all her bangs plastered over her face and chuckled.

"This is absurd." She commented in amusement and pushed her bangs out of her face. "Let me try something different."

Pacifica pushed him until Dipper had his back on the tub wall. She then stroked his chest a few times and gave him a quick peck. The heiress tried to swing one leg over his hips and straddle him, but stopped and looked at his swimming trunks wide-eyed.

"That looks… hard." Pacifica commented and blushed.

"Yeah, I uh…" Dipper blushed crimson red and covered his more than evident arousal with his hands.

"Can't you like… calm it?" She asked doubtfully.

"No, at least not while you're present." Dipper blushed an even darker shade of red as he wondered if Pacifica actually knew how such an issue was calmed. "But… I can do something else in the meantime. Close your eyes."

Pacifica complied and heard Dipper dipping his hands underwater. A few seconds later he tapped her shoulder and she opened her eyes. The tent in his trunks had disappeared, but he had his thighs tightly pressed together.

"Um… isn't that uncomfortable?" Pacifica eyed his groin curiously.

"Just a little. C'mere." He patted his lap.

The heiress straddled his hips and rested her hands on his shoulders to steady herself on top of him. She looked warily between their bodies, careful of where she placed her weight and, more importantly, her groin. Pacifica soon decided that there would be no problem in sitting herself on his thighs and she got comfortable. Then she looked at Dipper and rubbed his chest as he stroked her sides. They were looking at each other nervously with a blush on their cheeks. The two of them wanted to make out but they had no idea where to start. Dipper felt her hands trembling slightly on his shoulders. She was nervous and so was he, with the difference that the water hid how much he was sweating.

Dipper remembered all of a sudden that they had accorded he would set the pace, which meant that he had to start. He traced his hand along her side and buried it into her long blonde hair, pulling her head closer and kissing her timidly. Pacifica gave a soft sigh and ran her hands through his wet mess of hair, trying to deepen the kiss a little more. Dipper then moved his head to the side and traced a kissing circle around her lips. The heiress smiled mischievously and teased the tip of his nose with her teeth. Dipper giggled and accidentally opened his legs. Pacifica then gasped loudly when his erection sprang loose and poked her in the groin, and she quickly stood on her knees.

"I'm not sure I wanna sit again on… that." Pacifica gestured over the general area of his groin.

"Uh…" Dipper scooted downwards just a little. "Let's try again but sit a little higher this time."

Pacifica straddled him again but, instead of sitting on his thighs, the heiress rested her weight on his lower belly. Pacifica had a look over her shoulder and saw that the tent was still there, but it was too low to poke her. She smiled and turned to Dipper, finally being able to enjoy each other without anything in their way.

Considering it was her turn to kiss and explore, the heiress began nipping his cheeks playfully and then she pressed her lips zealously on his. She was being a little aggressive with her kissing, but Dipper didn't mind that. He thought it went well with her competitive and strong personality. Pacifica gave a strong kiss to his upper lip, she held his lower lip between hers and pulled at it next, and then she tilted her head to the side and kissed him passionately as she arched her back to meet the pleasurable sensation running down her spine. Dipper lost himself in the abuse of his face and moaned his pleasure. After a while, he began to feel a little dizzy and parted the kisses.

"Princess, let me show you how great I think the physical stuff is." Dipper said in a surprisingly good sultry tone, much to his own bewilderment.

The heiress looked at him quizzically and nodded. Dipper wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her closer. He kissed her timidly again, but soon he began opening and closing his mouth as if he were trying to chew her lips. Pacifica was glad Dipper was trying some more aggressive kissing since she did that to him for that very reason. She then felt Dipper's tongue pushing her lips apart all of a sudden and she gasped in surprise. She hadn't been expected that.

The gasp opened her mouth and Dipper interpreted that as sign of approval. He slid his tongue into her mouth and began tickling the inside of her cheeks, running his tongue along her front teeth next and finally poking her tongue. Pacifica's sudden surprise soon turned into a desire to do that herself. She bumped her tongue into his, trying to push Dipper out of her mouth and feeling a spark of pleasure at the collision of both muscles. Dipper was relentlessly wrestling her tongue, so Pacifica gave his a gentle nibble.

Dipper moaned weakly his mixture of pain and pleasure and withdrew his tongue from her mouth. Pacifica seized the opportunity and plunged her tongue into his mouth, rubbing his palate and realizing that she could taste the traces of the cotton candy they had eaten hours ago. Completely rejoiced by the feeling, Pacifica began charting his mouth with her tongue, going molar by molar and tickling the insides of his mouth. Once she was done with the exploration, Pacifica nudged and bumped Dipper's already defeated tongue, urging for it to wake up and play with hers. The boy's tongue hurt a little after her bite and he wanted revenge. Dipper would never hurt her, so he did the closest thing available given the situation. He clenched his lips around her tongue and gave it a hard suck. Pacifica's eyes bulged out and she gave a moan, withdrawing from his mouth.

"Oh my gosh, Dipper! That was… whoa." The heiress panted softly and rested her hands on Dipper's chest. She was completely flustered.

"Did you really have to bite me?" Dipper complained in a playful tone and rested his hands on her hips. He was also panting, but way more flustered than Pacifica since doing some tongue play had been a fantasy of his.

"Actually, I was gonna slap you like you told me to but I wanted to give it a try too." She giggled and looked at him curiously. "Why did you suck my tongue like that?"

"I uh…" Dipper's face flushed crimson red and he preferred to avoid answering to that question. He didn't think it wise to tell her that another one of his fantasies involved Pacifica sucking him back, but not the tongue.

Pacifica smiled and noted mentally to think of something creative to compete with Dipper's tongue play. She leaned forwards and rested her forehead on his, brushing his birthmark with her bangs. The heiress knew he was very self-conscious of that part of his body and she wanted to let him know that it wasn't a problem for her.

On the other hand, Dipper realized she was smiling broadly at him. Between the problems with her parents, the huge scare she had the first night the twins came to the manor and the mess of that morning, Dipper had barely seen Pacifica smiling, let alone sliming broadly, and the sight of her toothy grin filled his heart with joy.

"What's on your mind?" Dipper couldn't help but ask about the smile.

"Nothing. Just that I don't think I could be any happier now." Pacifica stroked his cheek.

The boy gave a happy sigh as his heart came back to his original place and kicked the heavy anvil out of his chest. Dipper felt a fluttering in his stomach and he wrapped his arms around Pacifica to pull her closer. The heiress thought they were going to go for another tongue session but Dipper just hugged her, resting his chin on her shoulder and rubbing her back with his hands. Pacifica gave an 'Oh' and hugged him back. Dipper closed his eyes and decided that, if advancing in their physical relationship was what it took to make her happy, then he would gladly agree next time she tried anything bold.

"I couldn't be any happier either." Dipper murmured and rubbed his cheek against hers.

"Actually, I could be just a little happier." Pacifica added in a weakened voice.

"How?"

"By sitting in the tub. I'm bending over a little too much and my back hurts."

"Oh, sorry." Dipper quickly apologized and parted the hug. The boy sighed and wished now more than ever to grow up and be taller than her so that they could cuddle up together like that.

Pacifica got off him and quickly compensated the situation by hugging his chest and giving him a quick peck. Dipper threw his arms over her shoulders and let her nestle her head on his shoulder.

"Now I couldn't be any happier." She sighed happily.

The heiress squeezed him a little between her arms and then looked at him. Dipper was displaying a mischievous smile and Pacifica couldn't help but wonder what that was about. She soon found her answer when Dipper ran his fingers along her belly, causing it to twitch and her to laugh at the tickling. Pacifica pulled back from the embrace and sat up in front of him in the bathtub. They stared at each other, happy now that they issue that had presented to them that morning was solved. Dipper didn't have to worry anymore about Pacifica taking it too far because he was setting the pace, and Pacifica was biting her lip, urging to have more of the previous tongue play and see what Dipper came up with. After serenity filled their minds, a question came into Pacifica's. A question she had been meaning to ask him since they left the funfair.

"Dipper, what does it mean to be bound by fate?" Pacifica asked.

"Why are you asking me that?" He replied warily.

"Earlier this morning you said this…" She gestured between them. "…was the result of fate, and later, that fortune teller said we were bound by fate."

Dipper sighed and facepalmed inwardly. Pacifica was smart enough to have begun tying up loose ends with all that had been happening lately. However, he wouldn't tell her about what the prophetess had meant or about Bill's warning.

"When two persons are bound by fate it means that regardless of their actions, they always end up finding each other again."

"You mean like… sharing the same destiny?" Pacifica asked with a confused expression on her face.

"Yes… but no. Destiny is something a person will do in the future, but they can shape it in different forms or even avoid it. For example, you're destined to inherit the Northwest fortune, but you can decline it." He explained. "On the other hand, fate is going to happen whether you like it or not."

"Then, when I pulled down the lever in the Northwest Fest, it was my fate to break the ghost's curse." Pacifica's eyes widened as she got the grasp of the term.

"Or you could've just hid in the basement like your parents wanted, meaning it would be destiny instead." Dipper countered, but he already knew what Pacifica was going to say. He had deemed her actions as fate a long time ago. After all, Pacifica was different than her family.

"I wasn't gonna let all those people burn like that!" Pacifica quickly replied. "I wasn't gonna let you burn like that… I had no other choice." Pacifica sighed and finally understood the difference between both terms. "This means… that our fates linked that night, right?" She asked wishfully. "Does this mean that we'll always be together no matter what happens? That we share the same destiny?"

"I don't know…" Dipper mumbled and lowered his head.

"Did you have a look at that book of yours?" Pacifica suggested.

"The Journal has only paranormal stuff and fate is superstition." He declined the idea but thought again. "Although… maybe you're right." Dipper's eyes widened and he looked first at Pacifica, next at the bathroom door and then at Pacifica again. "So… how long do we have to stay here?"

"What, aren't you enjoying being here? You don't need to have your Big Dipper pressed between your legs, you can open them. I promise I won't look." Pacifica shrugged, used by now to see the tent in his trunks.

"It's not that!" Dipper quickly blushed. "It's just that… um… this is going to sound bad."

Pacifica had a quick look at her boyfriend. Dipper's eyes were darting towards the bathroom door over and over again while he played with his fingers.

"You wanna go have a look at your book?" The heiress asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well… yes. I know we've just bonded and all but…"

"You prefer to go read that nerd book over staying here in the bathtub with me?" Pacifica asked with feigned surprise.

"I told you it was going to sound bad." Dipper giggled nervously. "I mean… You look great and I'd like to stay and do another kissing session but…"

"Ugh, Fine." Pacifica rolled her eyes. "Go read your dumb book."

"You sure? I can stay if you want." Dipper added but he already had a leg out.

"Yes, Dork. I'm sure." Pacifica gave him a small smile. She knew they had taken an important step in their relationship but Pacifica had reached a very simple conclusion: Love is not only taking. It's also devotion and dedication. The heiress could understand that her dorky boyfriend needed to go nose deep into an old book from time to time.

"You are the best." Dipper approached Pacifica and gave her a peck on the lips. He quickly grabbed a towel and walked to the bathroom door.

"Finally I can take this bikini off and soap my naked body very slowly with my hands!" Pacifica said loudly enough for Dipper to hear, displaying a mischievous smile. Even if she was okay with Dipper leaving, that didn't mean she wasn't going to tease him about it.

Dipper stopped immediately on his tracks and turned around with a crimson blush on his face.

"Uh… maybe I could… help you with that?"

"Let me think about it. Um…" Pacifica tapped her chin while feigning that she considered his proposal. "What about… No, Dork. You've already chosen your precious book. Next time you better know your priorities before taking a choice." She smiled with malice and splashed water at him.

Dipper chuckled and left the bathroom.

"One day."

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A/N:

.trofmoc s'acificaP rof tsaf oot won og lliw reppiD taht si ynori ehT

Guest reviews:

Chris Walken: Unless fate turns out to be worthless superstition, they can survive everything! Controlling parents, boring social parties, weird twin sister who enters the bedroom without knocking in the worst possible moment, everything!

Guest: I needed Robbie in bully mode mostly because, just as Robbie was Dipper's bully, Pacifica was Mabel's and I wanted a bully fight in the chapter. But yes, I don't like to make characters act mean for no reason and that is unlikely to happen again. Scratch that, there is a scene later where Mabel gets on Pacifica's nerves.

tolazytologin: There is an epilogue after the three episodes.

xepen: Please, keep sexual related questions out of the guests reviews. Keep in mind that I answer those here. If you have a question of that sort you'll have to create an account and I'll gladly answer you by PM.

FYI:

I wonder what Pacifica's creative way of rewarding Dipper will be.

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