A/N:
Credit to CraveFanArt for the cover art.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gravity Falls. Gravity Falls was created by Alex Hirsch and Disney owns it.
Episode 3: The Last Wish - Act 3: Pacifica the loved.
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 9: Let yourself be carried away by the music]
[Act 3 - Monday: Part 5]
Dipper had been waiting at the bottom of the stairs for a quarter hour now. He fixed the collar of his shirt, which was again too tight, and smoothed the sleeves of the tux Pacifica had lent him for the occasion. Dipper had completely given up in trying making the bowtie fourteen minutes ago. He drummed his fingers on the stairs handrail and wondered why it was taking so long for Pacifica to choose a dress. The sound of a door closing came from upstairs and Pacifica stood at the top of the stairs.
"How do I look?" Pacifica asked as she walked the stairs down.
The boy opened his mouth to answer, but it was becoming difficult for him to form words. Pacifica was wearing a light purple evening dress. The bodice was sleeveless, attached with a strap around her neck and leaving her shoulders and back completely bare. The gown ended in a puffy black rim which was so long Dipper was wondering whether she would trip on it. However, what was above all keeping Dipper from forming words was that the dress was so closefitting he wasn't sure he should be staring.
The heiress reached the bottom of the stairs and ducked a finger under Dipper's chin to close the hanging mouth of her blushed boyfriend.
"Oh, you look beautiful Pacifica. Thanks, Dipper. You're not that bad either with that tux." Pacifica did the voices with a smirk.
"I don't think beautiful is the best word for it." Dipper countered with a blush.
"Really? How would you describe me then, Dork?" Pacifica noticed that Dipper lacked the bowtie, so she unbuttoned three buttons of his shirt to improve the sight greatly.
"Stunning, entrancing, gorgeous, but not beautiful. That's falling short." Dipper replied with a smile.
Pacifica laughed at the flattery and shoved the boy playfully.
"I'm not the worst, you are!"
Dipper chuckled with her. The sound was abruptly cut when he grabbed Pacifica's forearm and analyzed worriedly the bruises from their picnic incident. They would likely be completely gone by tomorrow, but Dipper couldn't help but feel guilty about them.
"Dipper, forget about that." She calmed the boy with a warm smile. "I told you it was not your fault."
"But that doesn't mean I can't worry about it."
Dipper caressed lightly every single bruise on her arms. Pacifica stopped him again, this time grabbing his hands and rubbing them as she smiled at his tenderness.
"C'mon, let's dance."
Pacifica turned on the music with the remote. She placed her right hand on Dipper's waist and grabbed his hand in her other hand. Before they began moving, Dipper raised an eyebrow at the heiress.
"Wait, why are you leading?"
"Do you even know how to lead?" Pacifica teased with a smirk.
"Of course I do, Mabel taught me the basics." Dipper replied proudly. He retrieved his hand and placed it on Pacifica's waist to take the lead of the dance.
They began dancing together with the music. After a few steps, however, Dipper accidentally stepped on Pacifica. The heiress winced but said nothing. Dipper tried to prevent that from happening again by focusing on where he was placing his feet.
"Dipper, it's not fun if you're staring at your feet while we dance." Pacifica protested. "Just stare at me and let yourself be carried away by the music."
Dipper sighed and raised his hazel eyes back to her blue ones. They kept dancing for a few while but, just when Dipper was beginning to relax and enjoy the dance, Pacifica yelped. He had stepped on her again.
"Sorry."
"Ugh. Let me lead."
After their hands switched places again, Pacifica began to lead the pace. She was dominant and demanding, and Dipper soon had to adapt to her pace. They eventually managed to follow the rhythm of the music more accurately with fluent moves. Pacifica smiled broadly at Dipper who was more relaxed now that he didn't have to worry about leading. The music eventually reached its climax and Pacifica did as it was supposed to do. She raised Dipper's hand over his head and spun him. The sudden movement took Dipper completely by surprise and he barely kept his balance.
"Did you just spin me?" Dipper asked in astonishment.
"Yup. The girl has to spin at the end of the song." She commented teasingly.
Dipper smirked mischievously and pushed Pacifica away only to pull her hand making her spin along his arm and end up leaning her back on it with one foot raised in the air. The heiress blushed deeply and her heart began pounding in her chest. Pacifica secretly hoped that they could do this someday in one of her parents' parties, and the public would gasp in awe at their performance. She ignored the little voice telling her that was very unlikely to ever happen, and closed her eyes to enjoy the pleasant flutter in her stomach. Dipper then leaned closer and pressed his lips on hers. The sudden action took Pacifica by surprise and caused her legs to wobble. She lost her balance, yelped, and pulled Dipper down too in the process.
"Ow, that hurt." Dipper rubbed his forehead. "Are you okay? What happened?" He helped Pacifica up.
Instead of answering, Pacifica hastily grabbed Dipper's hand and placed it on her wrist.
"Let's do that again, and you lead this time."
Pacifica turned on the music again. Dipper was now familiar with the tempos and he didn't step on her once. When the music reached the climax, Dipper spun her in place and they ended up in front of each other, Dipper with his hands on her hips and Pacifica with hers on his shoulders. Her cheeks were rosy and her blue eyes were sparkling in excitement. Dipper stroked her bare back lightly and, without thinking it twice, he kissed her again.
Dipper hoped wholeheartedly that she didn't notice how his hands were sweating buckets, and pulled her closer when he felt Pacifica's legs were wobbling again. A soft moan escaped Pacifica's mouth. She buried one hand into his hair and traced the other along his back while the kiss endured. Once they parted, they stared at each other's blushed faces.
"This… Whoa…" Pacifica panted for air.
"Yeah." Dipper loosened his grasp and sat on the floor. His legs had begun to wobble too. "It felt like—"
"Like our first kiss, but better." Pacifica finished the sentence for him.
Dipper nodded in agreement. They had been kissing all day, but culminating their dance with a kiss had been refreshing for the couple. Dipper felt a desire in his chest for making their kisses more special from that point forwards. He wanted to feel Pacifica melting in his arms again.
"I think I like dancing after all." Dipper smiled and raised his head at Pacifica. "We have to do this more often."
"We'll dance again some other day. Wanna know what I want to do now, Dippurrr?" Pacifica purred sultrily and bent over in front of him.
"You want to take off my tux and shirt?" Dipper guessed and raised an eyebrow as a silly smile crept over his face.
"Now that you mention it..."
Pacifica fiddled with the collar of his shirt and Dipper stared nervously at her. Then, when Dipper least expected it, the heiress shoved him onto the floor and broke into a run towards the stairs as she giggled.
"Haha! Your face was priceless!" She began climbing the stairs. "If you wanna play you'll have to catch me first!"
Dipper got on his feet and raced after the heiress with a mischievous grin. Pacifica gasped and rushed to the top of the stairs. The long skirt of her dress did nothing but slow her down. They almost made it to the second story at the same time. Pacifica yelped and turned abruptly to the left. Dipper tried to follow her but his shoes slipped on the floor and he bumped into a wall. Pacifica stopped for a second to make sure he was okay, and got back to running immediately afterwards when she realized Dipper was fine and in pursuit.
The heiress made use of her knowledge of the manor to gain some advantage against Dipper. She lost him behind a corner and entered a corridor. There was a small cabinet on one side and several doors on the other. Pacifica smirked and opened the door but, instead of getting into the room, she hid behind the cabinet. Dipper reached the corridor just afterwards.
"Are we hiding now?" He asked playfully.
The corridor was too long for Pacifica to have crossed it so quickly, so Dipper assumed she would be behind one of the doors. He would've fallen for the trick if it weren't because the rim of Pacifica's skirt was showing behind the cabinet. Dipper smiled and decided to trick her back. He approached the half-open door, pushed it lightly and then he quickly hid on the other side of the cabinet. Pacifica poked her head out of her hiding place when she heard the squeaky door hinges. She saw the door open wide and no sight of Dipper, so she assumed he had fallen for the trick. The heiress giggled and ran towards the entrance of the corridor, passing in front of Dipper.
"Gotcha!"
Dipper jumped out and lifted Pacifica in the air by the waist, whirling her around as she rested her hands on his shoulders and squealed in delight. Dipper then left her back on her feet, moved his hand to her belly and tickled her through the fabric of the purple evening dress. The heiress chocked back a gasp and began laughing uproariously, and the sound filled Dipper with joy. After how complicated their morning had been, the little privacy they had in the funfair and the bad time she had gone through in the forest, laughing genuinely was exactly what Pacifica needed.
Pacifica stopped him and pulled Dipper into a hug so tight he could feel her thumping heart in her chest.
"Call me princess." She whispered.
"Princess." Dipper whispered back and pecked her cheek.
Pacifica sighed happily and rubbed her cheek against his.
"We'll do whatever you want now."
A few ideas came to Dipper's mind. He cleared his throat to push away the indecent ones and pondered. Dipper would love to just cuddle up on a couch and eat something with her for hours. Something in the room Pacifica had tried to trick him into earlier caught his attention, and Dipper smiled. The manor was somehow giving him just what he wanted.
"Is that some kind of home theater room?"
Pacifica parted the hug and had a look over her shoulder.
"Yeah, that's my father's media room. We used to watch movies there. Wanna have a look?"
Dipper nodded and followed her inside. Much to his surprise, the room wasn't anything extravagant. It was just a screen on the wall, a projector hanging from the ceiling, a few shelves full of DVD boxes on the wall and a big cozy couch. Dipper had to stop for a second and glance back at the corridor full of expensive paintings and sculptures to make sure they were still in the manor.
"What?" Pacifica stared at his reaction in amusement.
"Nothing, it's just that I was expecting something…"
"Bigger?"
"Yeah. I mean, the two of us fit perfectly in that couch but this room is so small it collides with the image I had of the manor."
"This room was just for my father and me. We didn't need anything bigger."
The smile she had been sporting for a while slowly disappeared in Pacifica's face as the memories came to her mind. She shook her head and realized that Dipper took a movie from the shelves.
"Can we see this one?" Dipper handed her the box.
"Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End?" The heiress read the cover and smiled. "You know, I have seen the previous two but I never got to see this one."
"Me neither." Dipper smiled too. "But wait, why was it on the shelf then?"
"I was eight when my father bought it and it was around then when he began with his strictness." Pacifica sighed sadly. "He said this movie taught me nothing useful."
"But you liked the two previous movies, right?" Dipper raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, they were fun." Pacifica smiled faintly.
"That's enough reason to watch the third. Let's do it together." Dipper cheered her up and gave her hand a squeeze. "Is there popcorn in the kitchen?"
"I don't know—Wait, yes! Mabel bought popcorn!" Pacifica perked up.
"I'll go get it. You get the projector ready."
After getting the DVD running and the projector ready, Pacifica picked up a cushion and sat on the couch. She felt like smiling again. A few minutes later Dipper came back with a bowl of hot popcorn. They began watching the movie as they happily devoured the popcorn.
"Really, we are just like the characters. I'm Elizabeth, the wealthy daughter of the governor and you are Will, the blacksmith." Pacifica commented excitedly.
"Yeah, right." Dipper chuckled. "And who would be Jack?"
"Your sister, obviously. She is already a little crazy." Pacifica giggled.
"I take then that you'll eventually kiss my sister?" He teased her with a nudge of his shoulder.
"Who knows? Mabel and you are twins and you aren't precisely very manly. I might confuse you one day." The heiress teased back.
"Actually, Mabel and I have a rule for that. We can't make out with each other's exes." Dipper commented plainly.
"Is that rule even necessary? Or is there a cute boy out there I should be jealous of?" She teased again.
"That's not funny. It's the second time you question my manliness today." Dipper grabbed the popcorn bowl and moved it to his side. "No more popcorn for you."
"Oh, no! What could I do to fix this!?" Pacifica exclaimed in feigned emphasis. "Perhaps this?" She ran her hand along Dipper's chest.
"Nuh-huh."
"How about this then?" She gave Dipper's cheek a breathy kiss.
"Okay, you've convinced me." Dipper blushed and placed the popcorn bowl between them.
Pacifica giggled and hugged Dipper's arm as they continued watching the movie. They eventually ran out of popcorn. The heiress then took off her shoes, grabbed the cushion and lay on her side with her feet resting on Dipper's lap. The boy stared nervously at her feet and Pacifica ran one along his belly to tease him. Dipper gave a jerk of surprise and Pacifica giggled.
"Dippurrrr, my feet are cold." She purred sultry.
Dipper massaged her feet in his hands and they continued watching the movie. Pacifica rolled onto her back and side a few times until she found a posture she was comfortable with. A little while later, Dipper glanced at her for a second and he involuntarily tightened his grip on her feet and held his breath.
Pacifica felt the squeeze and glanced at him.
"What? Is there something wrong?" Pacifica asked, seeing how Dipper's face was turning crimson red.
The heiress examined her body, since she had already recognized the shade of red on his face as 'Dipper's is seeing something he shouldn't be seeing' red, and soon realized that her gown had rolled up her legs enough to expose her underwear. Pacifica gasped and quickly smoothed her skirt down. She then sat up with a blush on her face and kept watching the movie, pretending nothing had happened.
"Is all your underwear purple or are those the same you brought to the Shack?" Dipper chuckled.
"Shut up." She snapped. "I'm trying to see the movie."
"Okay. I guess I'll find out on my own someday." He smirked and pursued the teasing. "Probably soon, given how many slips you're having lately with your clothes."
"Let's not talk about slips, or do I have to remind you that I caught you completely naked in my bathtub?" She cut the teasing.
"Fair enough."
"Now," Pacifica placed the cushion on Dipper's lap and then rested her head on top of it. "I wanna finish watching the movie. Do that thing on my hair with your fingers."
After another hour the movie ended. Pacifica sat up and stared thoughtfully at her knees.
"I think it's very beautiful they waited ten years to see each other again." She murmured.
"Yes." Dipper nodded just as thoughtfully. "Pacifica… about your parents and us…"
"Dipper, please. Not now." She gave him a pleading look.
"It's your family and you'll have to face them eventually." He squeezed her shoulder and corrected his statement. "We will have to face them."
"I know, but not today. Dipper, we kissed for the first time this very morning! Please, let me finish the day without worrying about anything."
Dipper kept staring at her without saying anything, and Pacifica sighed and gave in.
"I promise you we'll talk about my parents tomorrow."
"Alright." Dipper smiled and nudged her shoulder to cheer her up.
"I wish my family were more like yours. Stan was nice to me, your Great Uncle the Author was funny and, I can't believe I am saying this, but I miss Mabel..."
"We could visit them tomorrow if you want." Dipper suggested.
"I'd like to gift them something." She perked up. "What do they like?"
"Well, Stan likes money, Mabel likes knitting sweaters and Great Uncle Ford likes researching stuff." Dipper listed with his hand.
"Isn't there something you all do together?"
"That's going to be complicated. Let me think…" Dipper tapped his chin thoughtfully. "We went fishing once and I think Great Uncle Ford would enjoy it too."
"I have a yacht at the lake." Pacifica grinned.
"We'll call them tomorrow to tell them about it." Dipper gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.
"Do you think everyone will want to come?"
"Leave that to Mabel." He chuckled.
Pacifica lay back on the couch and sighed happily. She then stifled a yawn which didn't go unnoticed by Dipper.
"I think we should probably go to sleep then." He pointed out.
"Yeah, we have a busy day tomorrow." Pacifica agreed.
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A few minutes later the couple was standing in the doorframe to Pacifica's bedroom. Pacifica was glancing nervously at her feet, waiting for Dipper to suggest coming in and hug her until she fell asleep, while Dipper was tensely rubbing his forearm, waiting for Pacifica to ask him to come in and stroke her hair until they fall asleep. The awkward silence lasted until Dipper sighed and guessed she wasn't going to invite him in.
"Good night." Dipper pecked her and turned to leave.
"Oh… Good night." The heiress replied in complete disappointment.
Pacifica lay in her bed with the golden plush llama toy in her arms. She was wearing a light purple nightshirt with the initials NW on the right side of the chest. Her previous sleepiness was completely gone and her eyes were open wide now. She had got used to spending the night with Dipper and the sudden change was making it difficult for her to catch some shuteye.
The heiress considered going to his bedroom for a second, but she had her pride.
"If the Dork has refused to come in, so be it." She murmured.
Pacifica cuddled the plush toy tighter, which wasn't that bad at all. It was fluffy and big enough for her to hug it and bury her face into it. It granted her some satisfaction. However, when she ran her hands along it or squeezed the toy, it didn't wiggle nor made the silly noises Dipper did. It didn't squeeze her hands back. It wasn't warm like Dipper's body was, and burying her face into it didn't gave her that smell of pine needles she was looking for. The heiress sighed and saw her own pride with different eyes. Eventually, she couldn't hold herself any longer and got up from bed.
"Stupid Dork." She muttered and placed the plush toy on a chair before leaving the bedroom.
The heiress walked through the dark corridors of the manor until she bumped into someone.
"Ow!" Both Dipper and Pacifica protested and rubbed their hurt foreheads.
"What are you doing awake?" Dipper asked in surprise.
"What are you doing awake?" Pacifica replied.
"I was going to… the bathroom?" He answered in a doubtful tone.
"Well, I was going to get a glass of water."
"Alright… See you tomorrow." Dipper walked around her and left.
With Dipper out of sight, Pacifica hurried her way towards his bedroom. She closed the door behind herself and waited inside his bed. The heiress was sporting a smile full of malice. She couldn't wait to see the expression on Dipper's face when he found her in her bed.
Time passed and Dipper wasn't coming back. Pacifica grew tired of waiting and left Dipper's bedroom, deciding that today wasn't her day. When she got back into her bedroom, Dipper was coming out of it at the same time and the couple hit their foreheads for the second time that night.
"Ow! Again!?" They said at the same time and burst into giggles.
"What are you doing here?" Pacifica gave him one of her curious looks.
"Well, I was…" Dipper bit his bottom lip and rubbed his arm nervously. "Do you… think we could…?"
"Spend the night together?" Pacifica raised an eyebrow.
It took Dipper a few seconds, but in the end he nodded.
"It's exactly what I wanted." Pacifica smiled. "C'mon, let's get comfortable."
Pacifica grabbed Dipper's pine tree cap and placed it on the plush llama toy. Dipper stared in amusement at the gesture since he was completely certain Pacifica had no idea about their symbols on the cipher wheel. She grabbed his hand and led him to the bed, where they got under the covers. Even in the dark of the night, Dipper could see the crimson red blush on her face. Dipper knew he was sporting a similar one.
Dipper ran his hand along her arm. Her skin was cool, with goosebumps following his touch. His palm ended cupping her cheek which, in contrast, it was warm. Pacifica snuggled closer and fiddled with Dipper's red t-shirt, urging for him to begin. Dipper kissed her, paying special attention to her top lip first and the bottom lip next. The kiss was timid but tender, its boldness increasing progressively as Pacifica pulled from his t-shirt more and more. The heiress dug her fingernails in his chest and graced it gently, earning a gasp of pleasure from Dipper.
Pacifica arched her back to follow the sensation of rapture running down her spine. She wanted to hear Dipper gasping at her caresses again. Pacifica threw her arms around his neck and placed one leg over his. Dipper moved his hand to her knee and stroked her thigh slowly until his hand disappeared under her purple nightshirt. He expected to eventually reach the fabric of her shorts, but he found cotton instead. Dipper retrieved his hand immediately. Pacifica was wearing only her underwear under the nightshirt.
Dipper parted the kiss and stared dumbfounded at Pacifica, who stared back at him with a blush on her cheeks and a small smile. Dipper returned the smile and kissed her again, pushing her gently to lie on her back as he attempted to climb on top of her.
"Wait, wait. What are you doing?" Pacifica pushed him away and raised an eyebrow.
"I'm… getting comfortable?" Dipper replied doubtfully as we wondered whether he had misunderstood her earlier intentions.
"Get comfortable on your back then, because I get to top."
The heiress pushed him onto his back, threw one leg over his waist and straddled his hips. She raised her hands to her head and pushed back the hair that had got on her face. Dipper stared in awe at her form. He could see Pacifica's blonde hair shinning under the faint starlight coming through the window, as well as her pale skin and her light purple nightshirt. Dipper thought it was the most beautifully entrancing sight he had ever seen.
The couple grabbed each other's hands and interlaced their fingers together. Pacifica lowered her hips tentatively and pressed her eager groin against the hard tent of Dipper's shorts. A jolt of pleasure shot through their bodies when she made contact, and Pacifica raised her hips as a response. Dipper felt his heart thumping wildly on his chest. He squeezed her hands as a plea for her to do that again. Pacifica lowered her hips once more and pressed herself against his groin. She experimentally rolled her hips very gently, grinding herself in an attempt to find out what pleasured them both. Pacifica soon opened her mouth and panted her pleasure, just as Dipper was doing. She couldn't believe how good such a simple activity felt. Dipper moved his hands and Pacifica's onto her hips and pressed her against himself as he thrust his hips upwards lightly, groaning at the spike of complete pleasure.
Pacifica inhaled sharply and raised her hips from his groin. The new sensation had been so strong it had threatened to overcome her senses, leaving her knees wobbling and her hands shaking. The heiress glanced at Dipper's worried face and she gave him a sheepish smile. She scooted upwards and straddled his flat lower belly instead of the tent of his shorts.
"Enough of that for now." She attempted to remove Dipper's t-shirt the hard way by tearing the fabric partially at the hem.
"Wait, let me take it off." He began pulling his t-shirt over his head. "On second thought… Pacifica, are you completely sure about this?"
"Relax," She patted his chest reassuringly. "I just want you to take that ugly t-shirt off."
Dipper removed his t-shirt and tossed it to the floor. Pacifica's hands immediately landed on his chest as her mouth watered and her eyes widened. His skin was a little sweaty and it gleamed faintly in the night. She traced the outlines of his developing chest muscles and continued her way down to his belly. Dipper held his breath in an attempt to harden his belly, but the gesture didn't go unnoticed by Pacifica. She poked his belly and Dipper couldn't help but giggle and release the air.
His frame wasn't particularly muscular but Dipper wasn't overweighed either. In order to show him that she liked his belly, Pacifica grabbed the small extra flesh on his belly and pulled from it playfully. Dipper chuckled and wiggled under her. Pacifica's hands felt amazing. The mixture of her cool skin and the goosebumps it caused were having a great effect on Dipper, who began moaning as a response to the gentle pulls, rubs, pinches and squeezes Pacifica was delivering to his love-handles. Dipper felt the need to reciprocate the pleasure he was receiving and he landed his hands on her naked thighs to squeeze them.
The heiress gave a jerk of surprise and a breathy moan at the pleasant prickles on her legs. In the darkness of the room she hadn't seen Dipper's hands coming until they had squeezed her thighs but, what the couple lacked in sight, they had it in pleasure since the lack of light and their excitement had enhanced their other senses. Every caress felt ten times stronger now than how it had felt the previous afternoon.
Pacifica moved her hands to his chest, rubbed his nipples with her thumbs to tease him, and then she placed her palms on his arms as she stared at Dipper with her sparkling blue eyes.
"What?" Dipper asked after he recognized her mischievous smile.
"Do it." Pacifica gave a squeeze to his arms. "Flex them."
Dipper rolled his eyes and smiled faintly. He knew his wiry arm muscles weren't nearly as developed to be considered impressive, but Pacifica seemed to like them. He noted mentally to work on his frame from now on to please her, and complied by flexing his arms. Pacifica gasped as she felt Dipper's previously soft flesh going completely hard in her hand. She decided she had had enough exploration.
Pacifica dived all the way into Dipper's lips, kissing and nibbling them roughly. Dipper felt a faint sensation of vertigo at the sudden display of affection and he grabbed her thighs to steady himself. Pacifica gave a lick to Dipper's upper lip and brushed the tip of his nose in the process. She then trapped Dipper's bottom lip in between her teeth and pulled from it to excite it. She felt the grip on her thighs tightening and Dipper gave a soft moan of pleasure.
The heiress ravaged her way across Dipper's cheek and neck with suckles and nibbles, until she reached the spot she had been looking for. She intended to reward Dipper's previous creativity in the bathtub earlier in the day in a very special way. Meanwhile, Dipper's curiosity and desire were getting the best of him. He had begun tracing his hands up and down her thighs, each time closer to her panties, until he ended up brushing her butt lightly through the cotton fabric. Pacifica then opened her mouth and bit down hard the flesh on the crook of Dipper's neck. The boy gave a loud shuddering moan and seized a good hold of Pacifica's backside, one cheek in each hand, and pulled her closer to his neck so that she didn't release the pleasurable bite.
Pacifica however released his flesh with a grunt of discomfort and pinched Dipper so that he released her butt. Dipper's grasp on her flesh had been rather harsh and her backside felt mildly sore now, but the sight before her prevented her from protesting at all. Dipper was the darkest shade of red possible and panting as if he had just run a marathon.
"Did you really have to bite me!?" Dipper moved a hand to his neck and rubbed the bite mark.
"Of course. I have to mark my territory." Pacifica moved her head closer and whispered. "Now everyone will know that you're only mine, Dork." She threw her arms around his neck and resumed kissing him roughly.
Dipper's lust quickly overcame his senses after hearing what Pacifica had just said. His hands went with a mind of their own to enjoy her butt. Pacifica however didn't want to receive another hard squeeze anytime soon. She grabbed Dipper's hands and moved them to her hips. Dipper parted the aggressive kissing and began pulling slowly up her nightshirt, rejoicing in every inch of flesh that was exposed. He couldn't wait to see her small breasts. Pacifica however sat up and held his hands.
"Something wrong?" He asked.
"I don't want to take this off." Pacifica tensed up.
"Why not? You're beautiful." Dipper smiled reassuringly and stroked her sides through the fabric of her nightshirt.
"That small flattery is not going to work you." She smirked.
"But it's true."
The heiress smiled warmly and relaxed her posture. She grabbed Dipper's hands and guided them under her nightshirt to her belly. Dipper rubbed her skin with his thumbs and teased the area around Pacifica's navel. She giggled at the ticklish sensation and bent over Dipper once more, burying her hands into his chocolate locks and kissing him affectively. Dipper continued tickling her and Pacifica parted the kiss to nibble his cheek.
"Stop teasing me, I'm trying to enjoy you."
Dipper complied by moving his hands to her back and pulling her closer. He happily returned the kissing as he traced her spine with his fingertips. Pacifica arched her back and released a shuddering moan into his mouth. Dipper continued exploring her back in all directions in an attempt to earn that sound again. It was then that he realized everything in his field of view was hair. Blonde, beautiful hair. By arching her back, Pacifica's long blonde mane had ended up cascading around their faces. Dipper smiled and decided he liked that.
Pacifica felt an urge at the bottom of her stomach and she knew it would make her lose control eventually, but she didn't care. Everything felt good and at the moment all she wanted was to achieve a bigger pleasure. The heiress pushed her tongue against Dipper's lips and he welcomed it into his mouth. Pacifica began moving her tongue in the quick circular fashion they both enjoyed and Dipper reciprocated the motion.
Pleasure was completely blinding Dipper's mind. The silliest of thoughts and questions came to him as a result, but one caught his attention above all.
'The skin on her back is very soft, but where's the bra strap?'
Dipper gulped and he slowly moved his hands under her Pacifica's armpits and onto her front side. He found two soft, warm and small mounds of flesh that caused his eyes to widen and his mouth to fall agape. Dipper thought it was the best thing he had ever touched in his life. They were small but they filled his palms completely and that pleased him beyond measure. What he however loved above all was the feeling of her hard nipples against his palms. Dipper displayed the silliest of smiles and attempted to squeeze them, but a hand slapped him hard on the cheek.
"Ouch." Was all Dipper managed to utter, but he didn't let go of her small breasts. If all, the slap only made his face even redder.
"Dipper! What are you doing!?" Pacifica sat up and pulled Dipper's hands out of her nightshirt. "The twins are out of bounds!" She protested as she massaged her overly sensitive chest.
"I… huh… sorry." Dipper murmured as he examined his hands. He could still feel the sensation faintly. "I thought you wore a bra."
"I take it off for sleeping, like everybody!" Pacifica protested, clearly upset at the groping.
Dipper thought about telling her that his only female reference was Mabel and she didn't have to wear a bra yet, but he decided that it wouldn't be appropriate. He instead attempted to move his hands, but they had somehow got stuck in a breast-grope position. Luckily for him, Pacifica found that amusing and she giggled.
"I think we should set some ground rules." She commented as she got off Dipper and lay on her side in bed.
"I guess so." Dipper replied reluctantly.
"First off, my twins are out of bounds." Pacifica kept massaging her chest. "I don't mind about the butt as long as you don't overdo it like before."
"Did I hurt you?" Dipper asked genuinely worried after hearing her rule.
"No." She smiled sheepishly. "Well, just a little."
"Sorry, I just wanted to make you feel as good as I was feeling." Dipper grabbed her hand and kissed it.
"Don't worry, Dork. I kinda liked it." She smiled to calm him. "Just don't be so rough back there the next time. What about you? You have any rules for me?"
"I actually liked everything but…" He cleared his throat. "Next time don't bite me so hard and don't straddle me with so few clothes if we're not going to do anything."
"You're having problems down there?" Pacifica peeked into the covers to have a look at the tent in Dipper's shorts.
"Kind of." Dipper self-consciously covered his groin with his hands. "About the bite…"
"You didn't like it?"
"It's not that I didn't like it. It's just that…" Dipper's face blushed even more. "…you think we could do that every time?"
Pacifica raised both eyebrows in surprise and she began laughing heartily. She snuggled closer, gave a peck to his lips and sighed happily as she closed her eyes and attempted to fall asleep.
"You didn't like when I touched your... twins?" The term was amusing for Dipper.
"I'd say you liked it more." Pacifica opened one eye and saw how Dipper displayed a silly smile and blushed. "You're so obvious, Dork. Hug me, I'm sleepy."
Dipper wrapped his arms around her shoulders and let her rest her head on his upper arm while he pulled her body closer. As Pacifica began breathing more steadily, Dipper pondered. Between the bite on his neck and the groping of her chest, Dipper had been rendered in a state of arousal that was becoming difficult to ignore. The voices of his head, which usually argued with each other, were all now saying Now! Now! Now! Now! Dipper however wasn't completely sure of how to proceed. He stroked Pacifica's back to wake her up but she didn't react. Dipper then raised her nightshirt a little and tickled her belly, successfully waking her up by making her giggle and getting a pair of blue eyes to stare at him.
"Princess." He whispered.
"Mmmh." She moaned softly and closed her eyes again.
"Remember when you asked earlier whether I had a problem? Well…" Dipper gulped. "How about we… take it to the next level?"
Pacifica's eyes shot open in an instant.
"What do you mean by 'next level'?" She glanced at him warily.
"You know, I touch you and make you feel good," He moved his hands to her thigh and stroked it. "and you touch me too. We could even, if we feel like it, do something… more?" Dipper blushed even more and his throat tightened. "I-I'm more than ready for it."
"But I—"
Pacifica bit her lower lip and reproached herself now more than ever attempting to remove his shorts the previous morning. The last thing she wanted now was dealing with that, but she didn't want to hurt Dipper's feelings by disappointing him either, so she pursued the first idea that came to her mind. She attempted to convince him otherwise with half-truths.
"Do you know what you're asking for?" She asked.
Dipper pondered her question. He did a tremendous effort to silence the voices in his head and earn some serenity to think. Dipper found Pacifica amazingly attractive. He liked the lilacs scent on her hair, her cool skin, her blue eyes, her silky blonde hair and her hourglass figure. He found her personality strong, determined, funny at times and zealously pleasant. He considered their relationship was going well except for the fact that they hadn't said the 'I love you' yet, but their feelings were rather obvious. Dipper nodded and agreed with himself that he wanted to try and take their physical relationship to the next level, but he needed to know one thing first.
"Do you?" He asked.
Pacifica smiled inwardly.
"I guess that if we got to do that, between one thing and another, we would stay up all night?" She ran her finger seductively along Dipper's chest.
"That sounds like a plan." Dipper commented playfully.
"And we probably won't be out of bed until tomorrow afternoon?"
"I hope not." Dipper grinned as his prospect for the night did nothing but improve.
"When are we going to go for that boat trip with your family then?" Pacifica suddenly changed her demeanor. "I was… kinda looking forward to do that tomorrow because… you know." She mumbled sadly.
Dipper gasped and his heart ached. He knew perfectly well Pacifica's reasons for making a gift to his family. He had read between the lines of what little Pacifica had told him about her family, and it seemed she had a pretty good childhood with all the joys money could grant her, until she was eight. After that, there wasn't any more joy for her, but Pacifica was urging to feel that again. With her gift to his family, she was hoping to receive some family love in return, something she hadn't experienced in more than four years. Dipper's heart ached painfully and he shook his head to vanish his lustful desire.
"Oh my gosh, Pacifica. Of course I won't deny you that. C'mere."
Dipper removed his hand from her thigh and pulled Pacifica into a hug. He kissed her cheek, made sure they were properly covered under the bed sheets, and then he rocked her in his arms. Pacifica felt a little guilty for appealing to Dipper's goodhearted nature to escape from that situation, but she also thought it had been worth it. Wrapped in his arms, Pacifica snuggled just a little closer and began to doze off. Dipper however had a goodhearted nature, but he was also very curious.
"You didn't answer my question." Dipper parted the hug just enough to stare at her. "If we didn't have the boat trip tomorrow, how far would we take it?"
Pacifica grew completely tense in his arms and struggled to answer.
"I—hum… I guess I would ah… ride you all night?" She stammered.
Dipper raised his eyebrows and stared at her in astonishment. Not because of what Pacifica had just said, but because of the way she had said it. She was a fantastic liar when she had time to prepare a lie, but this situation had caught her completely off-guard and Dipper had clearly seen through her lie.
"Really?" Dipper asked suspiciously and gave her a chance to redeem the lie.
"Hum… sure?"
"You know what? We'll do it just once and sleep few hours tomorrow. Take this off." Dipper grabbed the hem of her nightshirt and attempted to lift it.
"No!" Pacifica stopped him. "I mean… We have to sleep all night. Driving the yacht isn't easy."
"Don't worry about that. I'm pretty sure Soos can drive almost anything. Let me help you with those."
Dipper seized the waistline of her panties on her backside and lowered them to her knees. Pacifica shrieked in surprise, pushed Dipper away and raised her underwear back in place hurriedly. She took a peek under the bed sheets to make sure she wasn't exposing anything and glared at Dipper.
"Why did you do that!?" She snapped angrily.
"No, why did you do that?" Dipper snapped back and pierced her with his hazel eyes.
"B-because I can't do it, alright!? It was all false bravado!" Pacifica finally blurted out. "I know I tried to remove your shorts this morning but I didn't know what I was doing! It was an accident!"
"Why didn't you say anything earlier?" Dipper asked calmly. He reached for her shoulder and gave it a squeeze.
"I couldn't say anything." Pacifica scooted away from his caresses. "Everything felt so amazing that I didn't want it to stop b-but I can't take it that far." She mumbled.
"Want to talk about it?" Dipper grabbed her hand this time and stroked it with his thumb.
"No."
"You'll feel better afterwards. C'mon." He nudged her playfully.
"Fine." Pacifica sighed to calm herself. "I don't wanna take that step because I heard that it… hurts." She said uneasily. Pacifica raised the covers and had a look at the tent in Dipper's shorts. "And no wonders why."
"I've also heard it hurts, but just once." Dipper blushed at the weird compliment. "We don't have to take that step, though. How about some… light petting?"
"I don't know how to do that." Pacifica murmured with a lopsided smile.
"I—huh…" He felt his cheeks burning. "It's not that complicated. I can t-teach you and—"
"You didn't get it. You can teach me how to do you but I can't teach you because I don't know." Pacifica mumbled. She glanced at Dipper for a second and then she lowered her gaze in embarrassment.
"You've never…? Oh." Clarity dawned on Dipper. "Well, I don't think it'll be hard to figure out. We could just try and see."
"Dipper, no." She sighed again and stared at him. "Please, stop insisting. That's something I don't want to rush."
"Okay." Dipper gave a heavy breath and rolled onto his back. He pressed his hands on his face and sighed.
"You're mad at me?" Pacifica glanced at Dipper worriedly. His reaction had puzzled her.
"Why would you say that?" Dipper removed his hands from his face.
"Because we've been making out all day and now you're like… that." She pointed at his shorts.
"What? No. It hurts a little but I'm not mad at you." He waved his hand dismissively.
"It hurts?" Was all Pacifica had heard. "Oh my gosh, Dipper I-I didn't know I was hurting you! I'm so sorry! I thought it felt good, I just—"
"Hey," Dipper smiled warmly and pecked her lips to calm her. "I've already told you it's okay. I don't regret anything of what we've done today and, if you aren't ready yet, then I'm not either."
Pacifica's smile went from a small faint smile to a grin and she hugged him. Dipper was taken by surprise, but soon he hugged her back and kissed her cheek.
"I guess we could go a little slower." Dipper commented.
"We can still play together, you know?" Pacifica parted the hug and stared at him. "If that's okay with your Big Dipper."
"As long as you don't bite me like earlier, my Big Dipper as you call it shouldn't feel uncomfortable in my shorts." He shrugged happily.
"Hmm, can't promise that. I have to make sure all girls in Gravity Falls know who you belong to." She teased.
"If you keep biting me like that I'll do the same and you won't be able to wear those beautiful shoulder strap dresses anymore." Dipper said playfully.
"Yeah, right. I'd like to see you even try to bite me." Pacifica chuckled defiantly.
"You asked for it."
Dipper pushed the bed sheets away and climbed on top of Pacifica. The heiress squealed as she playfully tried to defend herself, but Dipper grabbed her hands and pinned her to the bed. Pacifica giggled and put on a kissy face until she earned her desired kiss. Dipper moved his mouth to her cheek, then her to collarbone and finally to her neck.
Pacifica rolled her eyes back in her head and moaned her pleasure. Dipper was nibbling and sucking the sensitive skin on her neck and she loved it. She arched her back and panted, urging for more. Dipper however was careful not to leave any marks since he already knew how neck-exposing Pacifica's dresses were and he didn't want her to feel embarrassed at the results of their make out session. Dipper heard Pacifica whimpering and he released her hands immediately.
"Again." Pacifica wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him back onto her neck.
Dipper realized that it had been a whimper of need. She liked the caresses. The boy redoubled his efforts in an attempt to grant her the greatest amount of pleasure he could deliver. Dipper used his teeth on Pacifica's neck, ran his tongue along the soft bite-marks and then he blew all over her skin. When the warm air touched her overly sensitive wet skin, the icy sensation made Pacifica give a shuddering moan.
The heiress wiggled and squirmed under Dipper until she found a comfortable posture. She felt an itch in her groin that she needed to satisfy, and Dipper's thigh was serving that purpose quite nicely. Dipper felt how she raised and dropped her hips instinctively and he smiled, leaning a little more forward to grant her more room to grind herself against. Pacifica gasped loudly and stared at Dipper with a quickly blushing face.
"T-this feels amazing. Dipper, do that thing on my neck one more time." She panted in excitement.
Dipper happily attempted to comply, but he couldn't do so without scooting downwards and removing his pleasant thigh from her groin. He stroked her sides and pondered for an alternative. Dipper moved his mouth to the side of her face and engulfed her earlobe. When Dipper felt Pacifica shivering under him and her hips moving gradually faster, he trapped her earlobe in between his teeth and flicked his tongue against it repeatedly.
"Ah—Ohh!" Pacifica's eyes bulged out. "D-Don't stop t-that! Ah! Dipper, I-I feel—Aaauahh!"
Pacifica groaned throatily when the jolt of ecstasy beginning on her earlobe collided with the built up tension on her groin, releasing it all in the form of a tidal wave of pleasure that set every single nerve ending of her body on fire. Her whole body contracted in orgasmic pleasure and Pacifica dug her fingernails into Dipper's naked back as a result.
"Hey! Ouch! Nails! Nails! Nails!" He protested at the sudden pain on his back.
Dipper parted the embrace, sat back on the bed and stared at Pacifica in confusion. She was panting heavily with a face the darkest shade of red Dipper had ever seen. The heiress was pulling her nightshirt down with one hand to cover her embarrassment and massaging her chest with the other all while rubbing her thighs together awkwardly.
"Did you just have an org—?" Dipper was about to speak in complete astonishment when Pacifica interrupted him.
"C-can I pay you to pretend this never happened?" Pacifica stammered, completely embarrassed about the situation.
Dipper raised his eyebrows and burst into a hearty laughter. He wiped a tear of joy from his cheek and stared at Pacifica's still blushed face.
"Sorry if that wasn't what you wanted." Dipper apologized since he was finding her expression hard to interpret.
"Are you kidding?" Pacifica's face broke into a grin. "It was the best thing I've ever felt! I loved it!" She quickly launched herself at Dipper and kissed him.
"Okay, okay." He chuckled and stopped her from smothering his face in kisses. "We could do it again if you liked it so much."
"Nuh-huh." She grabbed his hand and placed it on the left side of her chest. Her heart was pounding crazily. "I don't think my heart can take another of those."
The boy nodded and pulled the bed sheets up to make sure they were properly covered. He then stared at Pacifica's deep blue eyes which were staring at him in amazement. The heiress snuggled closer, cupped his cheeks and kissed him on his birthmark.
"Thank you." She whispered.
Dipper grinned and pulled her closer, cuddling her in his arms and intertwining his legs with hers. Her feet were cold as ice cubes and he compensated it with his warm feet. Pacifica hugged his naked chest and rubbed her cheeks against his skin. She felt completely warm and loved between her arms. Pacifica sighed happily and fell asleep.
The sound granted Dipper an inner feeling of happiness. The night hadn't developed in the way he had pictured, but he felt twice as close to Pacifica now after the experience. He began petting her hair distractedly as he waited to fall asleep.
'Today, starting on the pony and ending here, has been the best day of my life. I'll tell her tomorrow that I love her.' Dipper thought before falling asleep.
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A/N:
.si evol tahw wonk t'nod llits yehT
Next chapter on Monday is huge. It has Mabel, Soos, both Stans... even Gideon has two lines. I have to tie up the story completely in it.
FYI:
· They are almost thirteen. Even though Dipper is physically ready and Pacifica is even more physically ready (girls reach puberty earlier than boys), she is not psychologically ready for that at all and neither is Dipper. Dipper was hormonally influenced by the events of the previous days.
· Finally what happened after the pony is completely fixed. Now the plot can go from 'when dipper will take off his pants' back to the original plotline. It was important that they had a happy night, because next chapter is the prelude to the finale and there are lots of difficulties.
· I like playing with symbolism now and then. After Pacifica placed Dipper's cap on top of the plush llama toy, it was easy to guess what was going to happen.
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