Pacifica's Last Wish

by lennoxmacduffes

Set two weeks after Not What He Seems. Dipper felt great disappointment when the Author locked himself in the basement. He decided to go monster hunting and find the answers himself. Pacifica is puzzled for her recent behaviour after the Northwest party and seeks answers in the Shack. [Plotline: Dipifica Romance] [Mostly K plus; Rated T for certain scenes][Trilogy based episodes]

24. Epilogue: Part 2

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.

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Lemme go ahead and share a little something special with you that I like to call Perry's Perspective. [···] Two: I'm fairly sure if they took porn off the internet, there'd only be one website left, and it'd be called Bring back the porn![···] — Dr. Cox, Scrubs Season 3.

Epilogue: Part 2.

Here is a 38k words chapter. Good luck reading this in less than an hour!

Keep in mind that their ages change every chapter. They are fourteen in chapter 3, then they are sixteen in chapter 4 and so on until their early twenties. It's mentioned at the start of each chapter.

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

The status for this chapter before the rewrite is: [Rewrite finished for all chapters 08/03]

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[Chapter 3: A Turn of the Tide in the High School Food Chain]

Between Dipper's intellect and Pacifica's previous extra studies, they passed middle school smoothly and aided Mabel whenever she needed a little help. The year after that, they began high school and that was a complete different story.

Thanks to the proper influence given by Preston, the three of them ended up in the same classroom. They were all new to the school but most people already knew Pacifica and her reputation, and being friends with Wendy was also a great help due to her popularity. Mabel made lots of friends almost instantly, whereas Dipper and Pacifica were happy with each other and usually hanged out with Wendy and the older teens.

The first few weeks everyone was looking at the couple, hoping to catch them kissing or holding hands to tease them since it was public knowledge that they were dating. Dipper and Pacifica agreed on keeping their affection for each other outside of the school grounds, since they had already been sent to detention a couple of times for breaking the Public Display of Affection rules. However, that didn't keep them from holding hands whenever they could and kissing secretly in the playground, enjoying the spice of excitement at the prospect of being caught.

There were subjects the three of them enjoyed, there were subjects only one or two of them enjoyed and there were subjects that none of them liked at all. History was now one of those subjects, so they sat at the back of the class placing together three desks, Dipper in the middle and Mabel and Pacifica at each side.

"And I thought social parties were boring." Dipper muttered and rolled his eyes.

"At least we can talk freely and dance there. I'm going to fall asleep." Pacifica replied with a yawn.

"I think this is very entertaining." Mabel commented, much to the other two's surprise. "My drawing skills are getting better and better with every history class."

Dipper had a look at what Mabel was doing and snorted.

"What? Let me see." Pacifica tried to have a look at Mabel's desk.

"Shh!" The teacher called for silence without turning around and continued giving the lesson, pointing at a map and writing on the blackboard.

Mabel passed her notebook discreetly under the desk to Dipper and he passed it to Pacifica. The heiress had a look and couldn't help but snicker. Mabel had drawn a centaur with the head of a donkey and the torso and front legs of the teacher, wearing the same clothes and shoes. Pacifica had to admit that the drawing overall was very well achieved. She handled the notebook back to Dipper and brushed her hand with his in the process. Dipper handled the notebook to Mabel and reached for Pacifica's hand furtively under the desk. They both smiled and began squeezing each other's hand, rejoicing in the touch and the small sparks of excitement flying through their arms.

"Now, who can tell me when this battle took place?" The teacher asked, turning around to face the class.

Dipper and Pacifica blushed slightly and parted hands, unlike Mabel who kept drawing nonchalantly. A student answered the question and the teacher turned around again. They didn't need to say anything since both of them quickly began squeezing each other's hand once more, enjoying the spike of excitement caused by almost being caught. Mabel noticed them and began drawing in another page of her notebook. Once she was finished, she handled it to Dipper with a snicker.

"Mabel!" He said as quietly as he could, trying to tear the page off the notebook.

"Wait, I wanna see it." Pacifica snatched the notebook from Dipper's hands and blushed on the spot.

There was a drawing of a shirtless and very bulky Dipper puckering his lips and flexing his arms. Next to it, there was a drawing of Pacifica grabbing his biceps with both hands while gaping and drooling a river of saliva. The heiress frowned and took her pen, drawing in another page of the notebook and then giving it back to Dipper.

"Whoa, this is mean." He chuckled and gave the notebook to Mabel.

Mabel's eyes widened. Pacifica had drawn herself in a tight polo shirt, crossing her arms below her chest to accentuate it, and next to herself she had drawn Mabel pulling at the turtleneck of her sweater and looking inside it to her own chest in complete disappointment by comparison.

"Touché." The cheerful brunette giggled. "Dipper, your turn." She shoved the notebook in his face.

"Alright." Dipper sighed. He was not as artistically talented as both girls but tried his best anyways. Once the drawing was finished, Dipper left the notebook open on the desk so that they could look at it.

"Hmm… sorry." Mabel snorted and began to snicker at the poor drawing, muffling the sound with her forearm. "I guess those are Pacifica and me."

"Yes." Dipper nodded, proud that he had apparently done the drawing right.

"Why am I wearing a sweater?" Pacifica asked, pointing at the drawing.

"You are not; that's Mabel." He corrected.

"Oh." Pacifica tilted he head to try seeing the drawing from another angle. "Are you sure?"

"Um… Yes. What's wrong with—?"

"Why are we digging in the ground with shovels?" Mabel interrupted her brother.

"Those are golf clubs." He narrowed his eyes to see why would his sister think those were shovels and why Pacifica thought she was Mabel in the drawing.

"Why are we digging in the ground with golf clubs then?"

"You aren't digging in the ground, you are playing mini-golf!" Dipper raised his voice and lowered it instantly, remembering they were in class. "Look at the golf ball." He pointed at the drawing.

"I also thought we were digging in the ground and that golf ball was just some thrown dirt." Pacifica giggled and Mabel accompanied her.

"Fine. Whatever. I don't wanna draw anymore." Dipper put the pen inside his pencil case and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Don't be childish, Dipper. It's… weird but at least you have totally nailed my boots." Pacifica tried to cheer him, but she had pointed at the drawing of Mabel again.

Dipper rolled his eyes and sighed.

"You are a disaster drawing, bro-bro." Mabel chuckled, taking her notebook back and flipping to a new page. "How about this: Pacifica and I will design a homemade mini-golf course and you'll help us build it later at the Shack."

"Hmm… I'd like that." He smiled faintly. Drawing was not his strong suit, but he wasn't bad at building stuff.

Mabel tore a page from her notebook, handed it to Pacifica, and then both girls began designing mini-golf holes while sticking their tongues out in concentration. They considered history class very boring, or rather would have done so if they had been paying attention. Whenever one of the girls finished a hole, they consulted Dipper for advice and he told them what he liked and what he didn't. By the end of the class they had eight holes ready and accorded to build them in the Shack's backyard next weekend. The bell rang the break, so they fished out their sandwiches from their backpacks and moved to the door to leave to the playground.

"Northwest! Pines!" The teacher stopped them and raised an eyebrow. "Where do you think you three are going?"

"Um… To the playground? It's the break now." Pacifica replied plainly and the twins nodded.

"Why would you need a break? You have been playing the whole hour! Sit right there immediately!"

"Yes, Miss Skullnick." The three of them sighed heavily and sat in their desks.

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Spring break was approaching and that meant there was going to be a school dance. The trio was fourteen and half now, and the three of them had a dancing partner for it. Dipper and Pacifica were going together and Mabel had a secret date. There wasn't anything unusual about it except for a very unusual fact.

Mabel had been expecting people to ask her to the dance, and so had happened. Pacifica had expected people to ask her to the dance, and so had happened. Dipper hadn't expected anyone to ask him to the dance as usual, but he had received even more requests than Mabel and Pacifica together, much the girls' surprise.

His confidence boosted, his self-consciousness pushed to the corner of his mind, Dipper began going to school without his vest to show off the results of his working-out through his short-sleeved t-shirt. Even though he wasn't as muscled as Stan had been at his age, Dipper he was getting a good figure and he was very happy about his body. In addition, he removed his cap and combed his hair differently to show off his birthmark, now proud of the distinctive mark. This new confident Dipper managed to seize a group of friends very quickly. Mabel was glad his brother had begun socializing and Pacifica would too, if this new group of 'friends' was not composed entirely of girls.

Pacifica didn't say anything, but fiddled idly with the medallion whenever she saw him talking with one of the girls, a sense of jealousy burning in her chest. Pacifica knew Dipper was not flirting with them or anything, but she saw perfectly well how they tried to flirt with him instead. Her burning sense of jealously was beginning to change into a deep sense of concern. She didn't know what would happen if Dipper got bored of her and they broke up. The heiress couldn't imagine her life without him after being a couple for a year and half now. Pacifica kept toying with the medallion, the cold touch of silver and the apparently warm glow of the crystal calming her nerves.

The day of the school dance came. They were at the beginning of the party enjoying each other's company, but there was a huge problem. Since Pacifica had promised Dipper at the start of the school year that she would avoid being mean to anyone, the school quickly saw her as someone calm, but cold. A little snappy now and then, but mostly harmless. They saw her as her name's origin indicated 'she-peaceful'. The heiress was happy, as people smiled and was genuinely kind to her, but there was also a huge drawback to no longer being feared and she was about to find out.

"So, Dipper—" Pacifica began to ask while toying with her plastic cup of soda.

"Hey Dipper!" A redhead approached the couple and interrupted Pacifica nonchalantly.

"Hey Kim, what's up?" Dipper replied with a smile.

"Have you thought about what I told you about?" The redhead asked, tracing a hand through her long fiery red hair to show it off.

"I haven't given much thought to the science project, but I'll have a sketch by Friday." He quickly reassured.

Pacifica sighed sadly at her bad luck. The science teacher reordered the students on their desks by surnames and, of course, Pines was not next to Northwest. Dipper Pines had to do his science project with Kim Possible as science partner and Pacifica would have to do it with some incompetent who never went to class. To top it all, the teacher had demanded the project by next week, which meant that they were going to do it that weekend so they had cancelled their monthly sleepover. Pacifica would spend her weekend doing the project probably alone and Dipper would be at his house with the redhead.

Pacifica tried to find some solace in what she had tried to ask Dipper earlier. She wanted to have lunch at his house tomorrow and spend the afternoon with his family. His parents were very kind to her and always cooked a delicious apple pie whenever she dropped by.

"No, we'll talk about that at your house this weekend. I meant the cheerleader's practice." Kim clarified. "Will you come have a look tomorrow after school? We have a great choreography and I do a backflip from the top of the pyramid. I'm the captain after all." She said proudly.

"Yeah, I guess so." Dipper tapped his chin, revising mentally his schedule.

"Cool. I like your birthmark, by the way. See ya, bye Pacifica!" The redhead left, leaving a dumbfounded Pacifica and a happy Dipper behind.

Pacifica couldn't believe what had just happened. The redhead had unknowingly stepped on her plan of having lunch tomorrow. If she hadn't interrupted her earlier, Pacifica would have asked Dipper to go have lunch at his house first and he would have had to deny the cheerleader's offer. The heiress didn't know why, but she didn't like the idea of her boyfriend watching a group of girls in miniskirts doing acrobatic choreographies.

Dipper looked how Kim left and then stared at Pacifica.

"Were you going to ask me something, Pacifica?" He grabbed her hand and squeezed it.

"Yeah, but—"

"Hey Dip! How is it going?" A raven-haired girl with a beany interrupted her. Pacifica frowned and felt the need to punch someone due to the multiple interruptions and lack of respect, but she had promised.

"Oh, hi Janna." Dipper greeted the girl.

That girl scared Pacifica twice as much than the redhead cheerleader did. Janna wasn't particularly gorgeous and Pacifica knew she could perfectly best her even wearing Mabel's ugliest sweater, but it wasn't her beauty what scared the heiress.

"Are we going to the forest next week? I'd love you to show me some of that paranormal stuff you're always talking about." Janna asked with excitement.

Pacifica looked at Dipper with concern. The raven-haired girl's interest for the paranormal could only be matched by Dipper's and Pacifica feared the moment he would realize that. She didn't want her to tag along. Pacifica had been hoping they would go to the waterfalls. Then they would sit there, dipping their feet in the water, holding hands and enjoying their romantic view. They might even swim a little and do some making out, but they couldn't do that if the girl tagged along. She hoped Dipper made use of his brain and declined the offer.

"Sure, I don't see why not." Dipper shrugged and Pacifica felt as if she had been slapped across the face.

"Great! See you then!" The girl with the beanie left the couple alone.

With another moment of privacy with her boyfriend declined and another activity they did together and she considered special spoiled, Pacifica began to feel sick. She hoped that at least, at the very minimum, Dipper would remember that she had been interrupted twice by his 'friends' while she was trying to talk to him. Pacifica was waiting for him to ask her something like 'Were you trying to tell me something earlier?' And she would tell him what she thought and they would fix this, but Dipper was just staring absently at the crowd of students. The heiress realized he had forgotten and she felt completely stupid.

"I've to get a filled cup." She lied, parting from his hand. Pacifica left her cup on the table and walked away.

Dipper looked at her quizzically and then saw that the cup she had left on the table was already filled to the top with soda. He realized with terrifying clarity that he had just done something wrong, but he didn't know what. Dipper hurried after Pacifica into the crowd of people, trying to spot her among all the students to no avail. He turned on his heels, guessing she had gone in the other direction, and ended up bumping into Mabel.

"Hey! Careful, Dipper!"

"Mabel! I need your help!" Dipper urged his sister, but realized that she was not alone.

Mabel had been dancing with a boy Dipper didn't know. He was one or two years older than them, tall, slim and brown-haired. Dipper glared at him instinctively, protective of his twin, but pushed those thoughts away for now.

"It'll just be a sec, Zack." Mabel parted from the boy and walked to talk to Dipper in privacy. "What's wrong? Where is Pacifica?"

"I don't know! She's mad at me but I don't know why! Have you seen her?" Dipper asked desperately.

"Sorry, Dipper. I haven't seen her. What were you doing when she got mad?"

"We were talking… then I talked to Kim, then to Janna and then Pacifica left! I don't know why! She didn't say anything…" He sighed and buried his face in his hands to hide his anxiety.

"Ah, Dipper, Dipper." Mabel shook her head with a chuckle. "I can't believe you don't get it. Then I wonder why people say you are the smart twin and I'm the dumb one."

"People call you dumb? Who does that!?" Dipper instinctively clenched his fists and took a survey of the area, trying to spot anybody messing with his sister.

"It doesn't matter, Dipper." She smiled at her brother's protectiveness. "I can't help you with Pacifica because you have to realize it by yourself, but if you wanna find her I'd use that." She pointed to the far end of the room.

"Oh! Of course! Thanks, Mabel!" Dipper quickly hurried towards where she had pointed him. "I like your boyfriend by the way!" He said while leaving and Mabel smiled broadly.

Pacifica wandered through the dance floor, bumping now and then into couples who were trying to dance. She gave small apologies and continued walking, her gaze lowered to the floor. The heiress didn't know what to think. She didn't know if she was mad at Dipper or mad at herself, but the more she thought about it, the more she saw no point in doing so.

She bumped into another person and muttered a 'Sorry' without lifting her gaze.

"Wow, hey. How is it going, buddy?"

Pacifica raised her head and saw she had bumped into Wendy. The redhead, who was now seventeen, was absurdly tall and stunningly gorgeous. The heiress felt a bit of jealousy, since she considered her a competitor for Dipper's heart, but Pacifica also felt relief since she also considered her a close friend.

"Hey, captain." Pacifica smiled faintly.

"Don't call me that, we aren't at the volleyball court." She chuckled. "Is something bothering you?"

"No… Well… Wendy, I have a problem." She released a heavy sigh.

"Where is Dipper?" The redhead had a look around, trying to spot the boy since Dipper and Pacifica always looked like joined at the hip. Then she realized Pacifica was smiling wryly. "Right. What has he done?"

"Nothing. That's the problem."

"You'll have to be a little more specific if you want me to help you, Paz." Wendy beckoned Pacifica to follow her out of the dance floor.

"It's… I don't know. He has changed and has a lot of friends now, but they are all girls…" Pacifica began to play with her hair nervously while Wendy nodded. "Now he wants them to hang out with us… and that means we aren't in private and… You know." She blushed slightly.

"Oh, yeah. Mabel told me Dipper and you do heavy petting." Wendy giggled and nudged Pacifica playfully.

"We don't do heavy petting!" She quickly snapped and her face flushed crimson red. "We just… kiss and stuff, but it's not that. Whenever we go mystery hunting or just to explore the woods, it is something very special to us. Or rather it is something very special to me, but if he wants to bring one of his new friends now, it's no longer special." They finally got out of the crowd and Pacifica sighed sadly.

"If you don't like that, why don't you just tell him?" Wendy shrugged since it seemed very simple to her.

"And how is that going to sound like?" Pacifica rested her fists on her hips and made a snobby posture. "Something like: 'Hey Dipper, I'm an over-possessive girlfriend so you can't have any other girls in your life besides your sister!' I… I can't ask him that, you know him. He has always wanted to be popular and have lots of friends…" Pacifica walked up to a wall and leaned on it, burying her face into her hands in distress. She didn't know what to do.

"True, I know him. I know Dipper is a mess with girls. He mutters too loudly what he thinks he is doing wrong, he is nervous, insistent, trembling, sweaty and even clumsy. In other words, he is—" She enumerated with her fingers until she was interrupted.

"A total dork, yeah." Pacifica smiled faintly, since she loved that in Dipper.

"Yes, but he is only a total dork with you and with me, because of his feelings. How is he with those girls you mentioned?" Wendy raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Confident and calm…" Pacifica muttered while her eyes widened in realization.

"You see the pattern, right?"

"Yeah… Thanks, Wendy." She perked up slightly. "That kinda helps but I still don't like the idea of so many girls trying to flirt with him."

"Then tell him! He isn't going to say no to you! If half of what Mabel told me isn't an exaggeration, that thing you are always hiding in your dress should be proof enough." The redhead shrugged, pointing at the shape of the medallion underneath Pacifica's neckline.

"I never showed it to you, did I?" Pacifica fished out the medallion, which she always hid from everyone as her most prized treasure, through the neckline of her dress and showed it to Wendy. "He gave it to me the day we said the 'I love you'." She sighed dreamily and then noticed that Wendy was looking at her with a knowing smile. "Ugh, fine. I'll talk to Dipper, but I'm currently mad at him. He'll have to do something very stupid and embarrassing before I'm talking to him."

"Uh… is this on? Hello?" They heard a cracked and squeaky voice talking through the speakers. "So… um… I'd like to t-tell the most b-beautiful girl in t-the dance floor that… I'm sorry and I hope she forgives m-me for what I did." The voice stammered in nervousness.

"Is that stupid enough?" Wendy laughed and turned Pacifica towards the stage where a very red Dipper was talking through the microphone to the whole gym where the dance was taking place.

Dipper felt his cheeks flaming up. He felt his exposed arms, hands and knees burning more and more in embarrassment with every new pair of eyes that was fixed on him. He was missing terribly not wearing his usual vest to at least cover himself slightly, but he needed to talk to Pacifica.

"Pacifica, I'm sorry. I'm a jerk, and idiot, a doofus—"

"And?" Pacifica interrupted him, reaching the edge of the crowd of students. She was raising an eyebrow.

"And a total dork." Dipper smiled broadly at seeing her and dropped the microphone, jumping off the stage and bringing her into a hug. "I'm sorry, I don't know what I did but I'm sorry."

"Dipper—"

"I'm sorry, Pacifica. Don't go, please. I'm sorry." He interrupted her and tightened the embrace.

"Dipper, stop." She pushed him so that they could look at each other in the eyes. "I'm not going anywhere." She reassured with a warm smile.

Both of them realized everyone in the gym was looking at them.

"Um…" Dipper began feeling completely self-conscious about the situation he had caused.

Her snotty vein kicking in, Pacifica forgot about the promise and decided to spare Dipper and herself the embarrassment.

"What? What are you losers looking at? Do I have something in my teeth?" She glared at each and every one of the faces staring at the scene, causing them to recognize the old Pacifica Northwest and cower back, averting her deep blue eyed glare.

Dipper chuckled and hugged her.

"Aren't you mad at me anymore?"

Pacifica looked over his shoulder at a redhead cheerleader who was staring at them jealously. The heiress mouthed a 'he is mine' and Kim turned around to leave. Then Pacifica pushed Dipper back to look at him, her hands resting on his shoulders.

"It depends. You seriously didn't know why I was mad?" She asked, her face turning serious all of the sudden.

"Oh, uh…" He tittered, his eyes darting left and right trying to come up with something. "I um… Well… I guess it's something about ah…" His eyes bulged since he had no idea.

"Ugh. Amazing. My boyfriend is truly a total dork!" Pacifica chuckled and squeezed his shoulders. "Whatever. I'm not telling you why I was mad, but I'll tell you what you can do to prevent this from happening again." She suggested and Dipper nodded eagerly. "I'd like you to comb your hair so that it hides your birthmark, then—"

"But… you said you liked my birthmark." Dipper looked at her completely puzzled.

"That's precisely why I don't want you to show it off! Don't you get it?" She snapped and Dipper shook his head, much to Pacifica's surprise. "Dipper! I don't want to share you! I want our mystery hunts to be private! I wanna have our monthly sleepovers without interruptions! I wanna be the only one who appreciates your birthmark! I want us to be special!"

"Oh! Wait, really?" Dipper began to chuckle.

"What are you laughing at!?" She snapped again, unwilling to be laughed at after how badly her day was going.

"You aren't jealous of Kim and Janna, are you?" He stared at her in amusement and Pacifica paled. "Haha, why?"

"Because Kim is redhead and Janna likes the supernatural more than I'll ever do. They are all you like and they were trying to flirt with you." She mumbled and sighed sadly.

"They were?" The information caught Dipper by surprise. "Regardless, it doesn't matter, Pacifica. I love you." He smiled warmly and cupped her cheek, realizing where the problem was. "You want me to leave my birthmark for you only? Sure, I can do that. You want our mystery hunts to be our 'special private dates'? I couldn't be any happier. You don't want me to go to the cheerleading practice? No problem. I was just trying to be polite since I'm stuck with Kim this weekend." Dipper shrugged, stroking Pacifica's cheek lovingly.

"And… could you start wearing your vest again? I don't like how they look at your shoulders and arms." She smiled sheepishly.

"I don't see why not. Wanna accompany Kim and me this weekend while we do the project? You can bring your science partner too." He suggested with a smile.

"That's gonna be hard, considering he hasn't appeared at school for two weeks, but I'll be there." Pacifica removed his hand from her cheek, aware of the glares coming from the teachers in the far end from the room. She didn't want to spend another hour in detention for breaking the PDA rules again. "So… maybe when we are done with the project and Kim leaves, I could stay for our monthly sleepover and we could do something… fun." She smiled broadly and waggled her eyebrows playfully.

"Of course. Mabel has been teaching me how to play cards. We'll play a few games with her." Dipper nodded in complete obliviousness.

"Sounds good." Pacifica giggled and then muttered under her breath. "A total dork, just the way I like him."

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[Chapter 4: I don't think now is the best time!]

Warning:The following chapter may contain elements that are not suitable for all audiences. If you don't feel comfortable reading it, I suggest you scroll down until Chapter 5 which is safe. However, I recommend you to at least give it a try, considering that descriptions are mild and it has a heavy humorous touch.

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Another year passed for the couple. After their fifteenth birthday, Dipper and Mabel agreed to move into separated bedrooms. That proved to be practical for many reasons, but completely changed their sleepovers with the heiress. Whenever Pacifica stayed for a sleepover, they passed the first half of the night in the living room playing games and telling stories. Then, guessing how Dipper's parents would react at the idea of sharing a bed and considering the incident they had with Stan at the Shack a few years ago, each of them went to sleep to their bedroom, Pacifica sleeping in the guest room. The couple didn't miss the making out since they still did that whenever they had some privacy, but they were beginning to miss greatly the activity of sleeping in each other's arms.

After a couple of months they simply adapted. Instead of sleepovers, Pacifica would go have lunch with them one or two days a week and then Dipper and she would snuggle up in the couch to have a happy nap in each other's arms, hoping one was dreaming the same the other was. Whenever one of the parents passed by the living room and saw them, they always smiled warmly drew a blanket over them. Whenever it was Mabel who passed by, she took pictures for her scrapbook and smiled, happy for her brother and her now best friend.

Over time, their making out didn't change much. They barely had any privacy nowadays so the couple no longer removed any clothes just in case they had to stop abruptly. They began with soft kisses, followed by caresses and squeezes in attempts to rejoice in the sound of hearing the other moan in pleasure. Dipper and Pacifica added variety to spice it up, but it always ended in the same way: Dipper would stroke her inner thigh up and down, each time closer to her groin, and would look at her for confirmation but Pacifica would give him an apologetic smile and shake her head. Then, Dipper would remove his hand from her thigh and bring her into a hug, kissing her forehead to let her know he didn't mind to wait. Dipper loved her too much to insist and was happy with their current physical relationship, so he didn't address the subject more than once every two or three months, and Pacifica appreciated it, since she had a good reason for waiting. A reason she had never told him about.

Time kept passing and Pacifica kept hoping to see the sign she had been waiting ever since she was twelve. In the aftermath of their first story together, Dipper had deemed destiny as something cruel and childish, but also malleable, so he no longer paid attention to it. In contrast, Pacifica still considered destiny something of the highest importance and she always wore the medallion as a reminder. Because of that, she was waiting for the right occasion. A moment she had dreamed about when she was twelve and burned in blue flames. A moment she thought that, if it was ignored, what came afterwards might never happen and she didn't want that. She wanted her ring at the empty sandy beach someday after all.

Months became years and the summer where they would be seventeen by the end of it started. Mabel had been insisting for a couple weeks that Dipper got rid of his vest, t-shirt and shorts combo since it didn't suit at all a sixteen years old guy. After Pacifica joined the fashion pleads, Dipper agreed reluctantly and went to the store, coming back with a red flannel shirt and blue jeans combination. Mabel praised the outfit but Pacifica was slack-jawed at it because it matched the vivid image of her dream perfectly. The heiress knew the time had come and the moment she told Dipper he thought she was joking.

They desperately sought a moment of privacy to finally express their love for each other and, after pondering about it, they eventually decided to do the unthinkable. Hoping they wouldn't regret their decision, they told Mabel so that she didn't accidentally burst into the room, and the cheerful brunette agreed. At first it was awkward, since both of them were nervous. Then it was clumsy, since someone's arm cramped and there was also a big misunderstanding. After that, it was painful, since no matter how gentle Dipper was, it was their first time. But in the end, it rocked their world in what pleasure meant, although that's a different story(1). Everything changed for Dipper and Pacifica after that day. They knew they had a summer of new experiences ahead and their hormones were demanding them to start as soon as possible.

The Northwests threw a party next week and they attended just like they did to every celebration. However, that time the party was not entertaining for them. Dipper and Pacifica had their minds somewhere else, but they had to open the dance in the Northwest's honor and Pacifica would have to give a speech eventually, so they pushed their desires to the back of their minds.

Dipper was wearing his tuxedo and Pacifica a purple hoop dress with a low neckline and a hoop skirt so big someone could fit under it, but she looked exactly like a princess and Dipper loved that, although he would have probably stepped on the skirt if they hadn't practiced before the party. Considering Pacifica's family threw a party once or twice a month, the couple had grown very skilled at dancing together and they showed it proudly when they opened the dance with fluent and graceful moves. Then, once the rest of the guests joined the dance, Dipper and Pacifica blend in the crowd and focused their attention on each other.

When the music changed, they embraced and danced slowly, staring at each other's eyes with her hands on his shoulders and his hands on her sides. Dipper's gaze lowered from her eyes to her cleavage and blushed. The low neckline gave away a fair deal of her pale breasts. Pacifica's quick squeeze on his shoulder brought his eyes back up, but the damage had already been done. Dipper began stroking Pacifica's sides through the bodice, leaning closer to land a furtive peck on her neck. She gasped very softly and pushed him off her neck discreetly.

"Dipper! I don't think now is the best time!" She hissed and took a survey of the hall, trying to spot anybody who might have noticed the kiss on her neck.

Dipper embraced her closely while dancing and pressed his cheek on hers. "If we sneak out of the party, we could…"

Pacifica flushed crimson red and her stomach melted when Dipper whispered into her ear how they were going to do it, where they were going to do it and what he was going to do to her in extreme detail. Then, just in case that wasn't enough, Dipper made sure to give her earlobe a soft and quick nibble. Her libido began to scream and Pacifica couldn't help but agree. She danced discreetly with Dipper towards a door to leave the hall, her knees feeling weak at what Dipper had just whispered.

Once they crossed the door and were out of earshot from the party, she launched herself at him in the middle of the corridor, smothering his face in kisses and leaving lipstick marks all over it, concluding with a bit down on his lower lip and burying her hands on his chocolate curls. Aroused to no end, Dipper pushed her against a wall with a 'THUD!' and thrust his mouth onto her neck. He pinned her by pressing his body against hers and began tracing a line of kisses and nibbles towards her cleavage. Pacifica gasped in pleasure and pulled at his hair, one of her hands trying to unbutton his jacket. Meanwhile, Dipper's hands were traveling all over her body trying to find some way to slip into the complicated dress to caress her skin. Once his soft sucks reached her cleavage, Pacifica gave a tug at his hair upwards, since her breasts were still a forbidden area, and thrust her tongue into his mouth zealously.

Dipper's eyes widened and he moaned. His clothes felt too tight all of a sudden and he tried to part the kiss to unbutton his jacket but, when he tried to move away, Pacifica pushed him against the opposite wall with a louder 'THUD!' this time. She wanted to feel him then and there. While Dipper cupped her face to deepen the kiss, her hands opened his jacket. She tried to get them inside his trousers to intensify their activity and rejoice in the face he always put, but the waistband was too tight. Pacifica seized his shirt instead and pulled it open brusquely, buttons flying as she revealed his belly. She slid her hands under the remains of the shirt and traced them up to his chest. The heiress moaned at the feeling of his sparse chest hair and his fairly toned pecs. Then she stroked his skin down his belly and followed his happy trail, trying again to slide her hands into his trousers. Pacifica failed once more and decided to take the direct approach through the fabric, and she took it hard.

"Oh—Ah! Careful down there!" Dipper squeaked and pushed her away gently.

"Sorry." She giggled and blushed since she could still feel his pulse in the palm of her hand. "C'mon." Pacifica grabbed his hand and tugged at him, considering the corridor was not appropriate to do what she had in mind.

"To your room?" Dipper looked doubtful at the corridor. Even though he had been to the manor over a hundred times by then, he still didn't know the layout of the huge building.

"Too far. I need it now." Pacifica declined, squeezing Dipper's hand harder than usual. "There is an old storage room this way."

The frisky couple ran through the corridors, stopping suddenly into a walk every time they saw a butler. Dipper had to hide himself slightly behind Pacifica to cover his ruined shirt and the lipstick on his face, but whenever they lost sight of the butler, they giggled and continued running. Pacifica then stopped all of the sudden and opened a double door, pulling Dipper inside and closing it behind.

"This is a studio." Dipper commented while scanning their surroundings. The room had wall bookshelves, a desk, some chairs and a fireplace, as well as the typical silver pattern carpet on the floor. "Did you seriously get lost in your own house after living in it for almost seventeen years?"

"Shut up, I wasn't thinking straight." Pacifica lighted the fireplace and began fidgeting with the back of her dress, but she didn't manage to unfasten it. "Ugh! Help me out of this stupid dress and let's stain the silver pattern." She smiled mischievously and pointed at the fluffy carpet on the floor.

Dipper stopped removing his trousers and gaped at her slightly, agreeing without hesitation at the wild proposition. However, he thought back before launching himself at her, eyeing the dress curiously.

"Wait, that dress gives me an idea." Dipper smiled mischievously as he lifted her hoop skirt and crawled under it.

"What are you—Aaaah." She shuddered in pleasure and stumbled backwards, leaning against a bookshelf after her wobbling knees failed to keep her standing. The two steps back she had to take pulled Dipper out of her skirt.

"Did you like that?" He asked, playfully showing her how his index and middle fingers were glistening under the light coming from the fireplace.

"Get that sweaty hand back in here now!" Pacifica demanded, lifting her hoop skirt as much as she could considering the big and complicated article of clothing.

"This is not sweat, Princess." Dipper sucked his fingers clean and got back under the skirt.

"Aaah, Yes… No, no. The other way around. Oh… wait! The alphabet, Dipper! Please, do the alphabet!" Pacifica whimpered at his teasing under the skirt.

She heard a soft chuckle and felt his hands reaching for her buttocks to pull her closer as his warm breath showered the sensitive skin on her groin.

"Ah! Skip the consonants! Straight to the 'O'! Yes! Oh-my-gosh-yes-yes-YES!" She panted heavily and her knees almost gave in as she pressed the bulge of Dipper's head in her hoop skirt with her hands against her groin.

The heiress began to quiver and convulse slightly, but had to stop immediately when she saw the doorknob moving.

"Dipper! Wait! What was the code word…? Mabel! Mabel!" The heiress desperately signaled him to stop his sucking and the flicks of his tongue.

Preston opened the door to the studio and poked his head around the door.

"Pacifica? Was it you who I saw entering this room?"

"Dad! I um… Yes! I'm here!" Pacifica took one step forward to hide Dipper's feet, which were poking under the hem of the hoop skirt.

The Northwest patriarch hadn't changed much in the last four years. His hair now had a silver streak on the sides of his head due to the stress his daughter and her friends caused him, but he also had permanent wrinkles on his face from smiling at how happy Pacifica looked.

Preston walked inside the room and noticed how his daughter had her face and shoulders flushed red.

"Is there something wrong, dear? You look ill."

"I'm alright! I just… needed a second out of the party to relax a little." She lied and picked up a book from the bookshelf behind herself. She noticed it was a dictionary and left it back on the shelf with a weak and nervous chuckle.

"Do you need to sit down?" He grabbed a chair and offered it to her.

"No! I'm… I'm fine standing up." Pacifica's eyes widened, knowing she couldn't move from the spot without revealing that Dipper was under her hoop skirt.

"Where is the boy?" Preston asked, taking a survey of the room.

"Dipper? He went to… fetch me a glass of water! He probably has his hands full at the moment." She tittered.

"Seriously?" Dipper murmured under her skirt at the pun and let go of her butt. Pacifica silenced him by clenching her thighs around his face tighter.

"Well, if you are feeling bad then feel free to skip the party. I'll give the speech for you." Preston shrugged and walked back to the door. "But I've to talk to the boy. He went for water you said?"

Pacifica nodded and Preston left the room, closing the door behind.

"That was close." Dipper got out of the hoop skirt and stood before Pacifica.

"You're telling me! I was almost done by the time my dad got in!" She groaned in frustration and slumped on the chair.

"So… Um… To your room then?" Dipper suggested awkwardly. He didn't want to get caught red-handed by her father, but he would also like to end what he had started.

"Yeah." Pacifica smiled faintly and got up from the chair. "C'mon, I want you to show me all the letters of your name, especially the 'i'." She giggled but Dipper paled. He had a feeling his jaw was going to be very sore tomorrow. Pacifica noticed his hesitation and decided to fuel him a little. "When you are done, I'll do a few tricks of my own with my tongue." She waggled her eyebrows playfully while running her tongue along her lips.

Dipper's eyes, among other body parts, bulged out and he decided he didn't need any more convincing. He grabbed her hand and pulled Pacifica towards the door to get to her bedroom as soon as possible and remove his trousers, which had been feeling too tight for the last ten minutes. The heiress giggled at his eagerness and both of them ran towards the door to leave the study.

However, the door opened again before they reached for the doorknob.

"Pacifica, since you are probably going to see him before I do, just tell him that his sister has phoned and—" Preston stopped his talk when he saw that Dipper was already inside the room. "I didn't see you getting in here." He glared at him on the spot.

Pacifica paled completely and Dipper's face flushed the darkest shade of red possible.

"I um… Did you know this house has secret passages?" He tried to sound serious but failed terribly.

Preston pieced the puzzle almost immediately. He saw how Dipper had lipstick all over his face and how his shirt was tore opened. He looked around the room to guess where he had been hiding, but there was nowhere he could have hidden. Nowhere except one spot which caused his eyes to bulge out in shock. The Northwest patriarch was not ready to see his little girl doing that.

"I think you should leave." Preston opened the double doors completely and scowled at the boy.

Dipper averted his glare and nodded. He walked out of the room with Pacifica following him behind, but Preston stopped his daughter from leaving.

"Not you, young lady. You are grounded."

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"Preston, please! At least let her come have lunch with us!"

Preston sighed and leaned against the wall, holding the phone to his ear. It had passed a week since he had grounded Pacifica. She hadn't argued, glared nor showed any signs of being mad at her father but she was upset nonetheless. Preston guessed she was mad at herself for her irresponsibility at that was a good sign, but he wanted to be certain of it with another week. However, Mabel had called that day and he knew better than hanging up the phone to the cheerful brunette.

"No." He hoped it would work this time.

"C'mon, Pres! They are young and make mistakes. Forgive them this one!" Mabel cheered on the phone.

He couldn't help but smile. When Preston had got to know the girl better in the multiple sleepovers and visits her brother and she had made to the manor, he had to admit she was not as bad as he thought. Mabel's joy always gave the manor a feeling of having ten children screaming and running through it, something he would have liked but he had never managed to achieve. In the end, Preston had ended up being very fond of the brunette and he considered her as his own daughter, in contrast with Dipper who the Northwest patriarch still didn't like one bit.

"Hmm… Will you keep an eye on them, Mabel?" He asked reluctantly.

"Scout's honor!" She chirped.

"Fine. I'll send her to your house." Preston agreed, previously removing the phone from his ear to protect himself from the most than probable squeal of delight. Once he heard Mabel stop, he put it back on his ear. "But you have to be with them at all times."

"Don't worry, I'll get her into a jingle bells sweater so that she can't sneak away from me." Mabel giggled.

Meanwhile in Pacifica's room, the heiress was lying back on her bed. She was wearing her purple pajamas since she was not allowed to leave the manor.

Pacifica sighed sadly. Ever since she had discovered the new world of pleasure and excitement a sexual relationship offered, she couldn't wait to repeat the experience again with Dipper, but that was proving to be difficult. The heiress slid one hand inside her pajama shorts, and gave another try to masturbation, but she groaned in frustration when she felt it was not nearly the same. The task had proven tricky for her ever since her hand had cramped the first time.

Realizing that she was not going to achieve anything by lying on her bed, Pacifica stood up and went to her desk. She picked up her pen and sketchbook and began drawing dresses to distract herself. Pacifica was using a very specific palette of colors to reflect her emotional state. Once she had a few ready, the heiress took a break and grabbed a picture frame from her desk. It was the picture Dipper, Mabel and herself they had taken when they were twelve at the funfair.

The heiress smiled warmly at the picture. Pacifica greatly missed the new physical relationship she had with Dipper, but she also missed Mabel and her fun and weirdness. The heiress hugged the picture, finding some solace in the memories it brought to her mind. After a while, Pacifica left the picture on her desk and leaned back on her chair, with no clue about what to do to pass time. She spun boringly with the office chair, playing with a pen between her fingers skillfully.

There was a knock on her bedroom door and Preston poked his head around it.

"Can I come in?"

"Mhm." She didn't feel like talking at the moment.

Preston walked inside the room and had a look at what she was doing. On her desk, the open wide sketchbook showed some dresses. A couple was red but most of them were grey and black. He knew what that meant perfectly, since it was his job to know both business and people's behavior. Pacifica was upset, but she was mostly sad. She missed her friends.

"You want to go have lunch with them tomorrow?" Preston stated rather than asked.

"Yes…" She smiled sheepishly at her father.

"You can go…" He said and Pacifica perked up on the spot "…but on two conditions." He continued and she slumped back on the chair. "First, you two will keep your hands to yourselves. Second, as I guess you are probably going to ignore the first condition, I hope you are responsible enough to avoid surprises. Understood?" Preston concluded with a stern face and a raised eyebrow.

Pacifica flushed completely at what her father had implied by 'surprises' and agreed on his conditions.

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Pacifica went the next day to the Pines' house and enjoyed their company. When Dipper and Mabel's parents asked her why she didn't come last week, she lied saying she had been sick. Pacifica wished to thank Mabel for making her father lift the grounding, so she agreed to wear the jingle sweater for that day although she felt completely stupid as every movement she made caused a jingle sound, as if she were a housecat or a Christmas decoration.

Days kept passing and Dipper and Pacifica realized they couldn't keep the first condition Preston imposed to his daughter for long. They hadn't done it again since their first time and their bodies were demanding more. However, they didn't have any privacy between Mabel and the fact that the Northwests now took Pacifica to their trips since Preston was unwilling to leave his daughter alone in the manor anymore.

The weekend came and, as every weekend on summer, they spent it at the Shack. Stan and Ford had left a few years ago into their sea trip and Soos was leading the Shack now but the handyman closed it on weekends and left to his own house, leaving the Shack empty. Dipper, Pacifica and Mabel used it for hanging out and play their games. The couple focused on having fun with the cheerful brunette that weekend, since they knew they wouldn't have any privacy. Or so they thought.

"Oh my gosh! I have something cool to show you!" Mabel chirped and rushed out of the Shack without any explanation, leaving Dipper and Pacifica dumbfounded.

The couple moved to the armchair, snuggling up in it while watching TV. They didn't know when Mabel would be back, so they had unspokenly agreed not to do it. At least, that's what they accorded at first.

After ten minutes together in the armchair, Pacifica ignored the TV and rubbed her cheek against his. Dipper smiled and threw one arm around her shoulders to pull her closer, still staring at the screen. She smiled at his obliviousness and began stroking his chest idly. Then she landed a soft peck on his jawline. Dipper returned her affection by squeezing her a little in his arms, but kept his gaze glued on the TV. Pacifica decided to find out what was so interesting and realized it was a mystery show. She rolled her eyes and decided to compete for Dipper's attention more directly.

"Dippurrr." She purred sultrily to get his attention.

"Mhm?" He turned his head to her.

"I wanna do it." Pacifica admitted with a slight blush.

"Do what?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

Pacifica grabbed his hand kissed his palm, staring at his eyes with a small smile.

"Oh! But… now? Mabel could be back any minute and this show is kinda good and—"

Pacifica raised his hand to her mouth, engulfed his index finger and sucked at it gently. Dipper's eyes bulged as he felt her tongue playing with his digit.

"I-I mean, s-s-s-sure!"

Pacifica giggled at how easy she had won the argument. She held him in place with one hand pressing on his chest as her leg swung over him to straddle his hips. Dipper pushed the hem of her dress up and rejoiced in the sight of her leggings and naked belly. Her leggings had always clang to her skin to the millimeter and they didn't leave much to his imagination. His admiration of her most private areas was interrupted when Pacifica crashed her lips on his and they began a series of passionate kisses, sucking each other's lips whenever the other parted for breathing.

The heiress lowered her hips tentatively until she found the bulge in his jeans, and then she rubbed her groin against it. She broke the kiss and gasped in pleasure, continuing her kissing on his neck and causing goosebumps all over his skin. Dipper felt a tingling in his groin and he reached for her hips to lower her as his own hips thrust upwards at the same time. Their hearts skipped a beat at the strong sensation. He closed his eyes and moaned at the spark of pleasure, but his moan was soon surpassed by Pacifica's when she began to grind herself against him and added more pressure to the throbbing bulge in his jeans. Soon the sensation was unbearably good for Pacifica and she forced herself to stop.

"Enough teasing." She whispered and placed her arms around his neck. "Let's go upstairs."

Dipper didn't need to be asked twice. He stood up and Pacifica wrapped him in her legs, taking advantage of her boyfriend's strength. Dipper held her by the butt and rushed upstairs, his face buried into her upper-chest to nibble and suckle her collarbones while Pacifica pulled at his hair and kissed his temple and forehead. He kicked open the attic bedroom door and jumped on his bed, squishing her against the mattress.

Completely aroused, Dipper growled and pulled her hips closer to readjust her under him. He pressed her with his body on that special place, knowing how it drove her crazy. When Pacifica gasped and pulled from the collar of his flannel shirt to kiss him passionately, he knew he had successfully hit the right spot between her legs. The heiress' hands traced and graced his back through the red flannel shirt when Dipper began rubbing himself against her. She didn't mind a little more teasing and whimpered at every rub against her groin. His hands began to roam slowly along her body, enjoying every inch of skin he touched under her dress. Then Pacifica bit down on his lower lip, urging for him to touch more and caress her faster.

Feeling more confident, Dipper thrust his tongue into her mouth and Pacifica began sucking and lapping his muscle. In the meantime, his hands sought her nudity and tried to access some more sensitive areas, one sliding into the back of her cotton purple panties to squeeze her buttcheek and the other traveling along her side to cup and massage her breast through the short purple dress. His heart sped up and he felt in complete bliss, but Pacifica gasped and pushed him away gently.

Dipper broke the embrace and looked at her in concern. He then noticed that his hand was on top of her breast.

"Oh! Sorry, I… I got carried away." He tittered and removed his hand from her forbidden area.

"Rules, Dipper. I don't mind showing you my boobs so that your Big Dipper does that," She pointed to the ragging bulge in his jeans which was threatening to burst through the fly. "but you can't touch them because they are very delicate and tender. That also excludes through the fabric." Pacifica concluded with a frown and poked his chest.

"I know." Dipper smiled sheepishly. "So… um…" He hesitated, his lustful trance broken.

Pacifica smiled warmly and brought his face into a soft kiss, moaning as he added pressure once more. They began to chew each other's mouths while Dipper's hands roamed through her body doubtfully. Feeling his hesitation, Pacifica grabbed one of his hands and guided it down her belly towards the skirt of her short dress. Dipper petted her mound very softly through the fabric and she hummed appreciatively. He smiled at the results and slid his hand inside her leggings to continue his pleasurable touches in another level of ecstasy for the heiress.

Pacifica broke the kiss to throw her head back in pleasure.

"T-that's so much better…" She gasped as she closed her eyes blissfully.

"Did you say something?" Dipper asked.

"No." Pacifica flushed, unwilling to admit she had been trying to match his touch without success the whole week she had been grounded, and she was absolutely frustrated at her failed masturbation. "Let's get to the good part." She massaged the bulge in Dipper's jeans with one hand as she tried to unbutton his jeans with the other.

Dipper shuddered in pleasure at the touch and removed his hand from her leggings. He got on his knees and patted the pocket on his left leg as Pacifica unbuttoned his jeans and unzip his fly. Then he patted the one on the right as Pacifica hooked her thumbs on the hem of his boxers. His eyes widened when he patted the two on the rear and didn't find what he was looking for. Dipper stopped her hands before she could lower his boxers.

"What's wrong?"

"I uh… I didn't bring any… you know. Protection." Dipper mumbled.

"You can't be serious." Pacifica removed her hands from his boxers and covered her face with them in frustration. "Next time check that before we get to this point!" She groaned as she noted mentally to bring some herself just in case.

"I must have left them in my other jeans or… No, wait. I left them in these jeans." Dipper did a double check and found a small note. "Oh, of course…" His eyes bulged as he read the contents of the note.

"What? Let me see!" She snatched the note from his hands and read it aloud. "Hey bro-bro, I took your thingies because I needed water balloons for an arts project. I hope you don't mind since Pacifica is grounded at her house." Pacifica crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it away in anger. "You haven't checked your pockets in the last two weeks!?"

"Not the ones on the backside." Dipper tapped his chin deep thoughtfully, wondering when in the last two weeks Mabel had access to his jeans.

"And you didn't see your sister making one of her weird arts and crafts projects with condoms filled with water?" Pacifica raised an eyebrow.

"She can't make any projects. Mabel accidentally burned her workbench three weeks ago and dad refuses to buy her a new one until next month." Dipper said without realizing the meaning behind that. On the other hand, Pacifica's gasped in surprise and giggled. "What?" He was puzzled.

"Mabel didn't tell me she had a new boyfriend." She smiled slyly.

"She doesn't have a boy—" Dipper's eyes widened when he realized why his sister stole from him. "I'll have to talk to her about that."

"I wouldn't press her. If she hasn't said anything, you are probably not going to like him." Pacifica shrugged, already knowing the huge list of Mabel's past boyfriends and how Dipper didn't like most of them.

"You think it's another musician? The last one came to sing to her window at three in the night." He groaned in frustration.

"I don't know, but she'll tell us eventually… or rather she'll tell me." Pacifica chuckled.

Unlike Dipper, the heiress always supported Mabel's romances since they were best friends, and Mabel and her gossiped about their boyfriends in return.

"You'll tell me when she tells you, right?" Dipper raised an eyebrow since both girls usually teamed against him in that topic.

"Only if he is a musician." Pacifica giggled and got up from the bed. She beckoned for him to sit on the edge and then she kneeled in front of him.

"Uh… what are you doing?" Dipper asked just to be sure since his mind was giving him a pretty clear idea.

"We don't have protection, but that doesn't mean we can't have some safe fun." She pulled Dipper's jeans down to his ankles and his boxers followed soon afterwards.

The heiress flushed at the aroused sight before her. It was hard, red, and a little moist on the tip, but that didn't stop her from grabbing it. She looked at his face to see his reaction. Dipper's eyes were widened and his mouth was gaping. Pacifica thought it was a funny face, but it was not the one she was looking for. She leaned her head closer and ran her tongue along her lips teasingly while breathing on his penis to excite him. Then, she looked at him again. Dipper was displaying a mixture of a nervous smile and a gaping mouth with his eyes bulging out in clear need. Pacifica thought he looked dorky and giggled, since that was the face she was looking for and loved so much.

"You're a dork. Don't forget to warn me before finishing." Pacifica whispered as she opened her mouth and lowered her head slowly, but progressively, until the tip of her nose bumped into his lower belly.

Dipper groaned his deepthroated pleasure and threw his head back in ecstasy, clenching the bed sheets with his hands as his hips reflexively jerked upwards. Pacifica began to bob her head up and down, and Dipper hoped he wouldn't forget about tapping her shoulder in time, but that thought was discarded quickly since, by what Pacifica was doing now with her tongue, he knew he was not going to last more than a minute.

Less than a minute later, however, both of them heard some very familiar bounces coming from downstairs, followed by the voice of a girl.

"Dipper! Paz! Where are you?"

The sudden event caused Pacifica to raise her head with a 'POP!' sound. Both of them stared at each other with widened eyes and knew they had close to ten seconds to dress up. Dipper got up from bed on the spot, jabbing her accidentally on the cheek with his penis. The heiress would have protested, but she was too busy fixing her dress to hide the damp spot on her groin from when they had ground against each other earlier, while Dipper raised his boxers and jeans back in place. Both of them hurriedly sat on his bed, Dipper pretending to revise his own Journal #1 with a pine tree mark on the cover he had been working on for the last few years, and Pacifica staring boringly at her fingernails.

Mabel burst into the bedroom with a notebook in her hands.

"Dipper, Dipper! Look!" She shoved it into his face. The scene seemed vaguely familiar to Pacifica.

"Let's see." He pushed the book away from his face to have a better look. "Oh! Is that time of the year already?" He chuckled and Mabel nodded. "I like this year's idea. Definitely better than last year's Star Wars theme." He praised the sketch, since last year Mabel had cosplayed as Luke Skywalker, Pacifica as Han Solo and Dipper, much to his horror, as Princess Leia. Everyone in town praised their creativity but Dipper was not eager at all to get into a revealing female slave outfit again anytime soon.

"And you, sis?" Mabel shoved it this time into Pacifica's face.

The heiress pushed the notebook away and paled on the spot. Every summer since they had established their friendship, Mabel did matching costumes for the three of them for Summerween. She knew now why the scene was familiar. Pacifica had dreamed about it and it had burned in blue flames. However, what she remembered was that she was going to be a cat-woman cosplay and in Mabel's notebook there was a drawing of them as the three musketeers.

"You don't like it?" Mabel asked warily, noticing Pacifica's reaction.

"I like it but… I thought we were going to go differently." She mumbled, realizing that perhaps what had burned in blue flames was never going to happen. Pacifica said goodbye inwardly to her ring and the sandy beach with a sad sigh.

"I'm open to suggestions!" Mabel chirped happily.

"I thought I was going to be a latex Catwoman, Dipper a chest-baring werewolf and you an animal tamer." She muttered.

Dipper chocked after hearing that idea and picturing Pacifica in a tight latex outfit in his mind, but Mabel gasped in surprise and narrowed her eyes.

"That's not cool, Pacifica." Mabel said seriously and the couple looked at her curiously, since the brunette always nicknamed the heiress affectively with names like 'Paz' and 'sis'. "You have been peeking into my sketchbook? That's next year's costumes!" She said slightly upset.

"Wait… Oh!" Pacifica facepalmed inwardly and began to laugh in relief. It hadn't burned in blue flames, it simply hadn't happened yet. Feeling a wave of happiness washing over her, she bounced on Dipper's bed in eagerness. "I love these costumes then! Can I have a fake moustache?"

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The next weekend they spent alone at the Shack, Pacifica had a big problem screaming at her and it was her libido. The heiress was still unable to masturbate successfully, and she was urging to have some privacy with her boyfriend, but it wasn't possible due to the fact that Mabel was with them. The three of them were playing cards in the attic bedroom and, after lots of biting her lip and chewing the insides of her mouth, Pacifica decided to try the direct approach.

"Mabel, can I pay you to leave us alone so that your brother and I do some mattress dancing?" Pacifica asked bluntly and Dipper's eyes bulged as his cards fell from his hands.

"What?" Mabel didn't know the slang.

"I mean…" Pacifica regained her composure. "I'm kinda hungry. Could you go downstairs and cook something for us? Something elaborated, something that would take like five…?" She looked at Dipper for confirmation, but he was shaking his head in firm disagreement. "…or ten… No, fifteen minutes to cook?" Pacifica threw a more direct hint to the brunette.

"Sure! I'll bring something tasty!" She chirped and left the bedroom, but she hadn't caught the hint.

The moment the door closed, Pacifica pounced on Dipper and pinned him to the bed. Dipper tried to stop her but Pacifica was driven by lust. She bit down on his lower lip to trigger his libido and Dipper gave in to her abuse of his body. The heiress ground herself against his thigh repeatedly with small whimpers of pleasure and began unbuttoning his flannel shirt from the hem while Dipper aided her from the collar. Pacifica gave an animal growl when she traced her hands across his now naked chest. She had had enough waiting and got to the point. The heiress slid one hand inside his jeans while the other fished a square wrapper from his pocket.

"Ahh! Your hand is cold!" The sudden groping woke him up from his lustful trance. "Wait, Pacifica! Ohh, do that again! I mean… No! Wait!" Dipper measured the strength to overcome pleasure and pulled Pacifica's hand out of his jeans.

"What!?" Pacifica snapped in annoyance.

"I can't do it with Mabel downstairs!" Dipper looked warily at the attic bedroom door, worried about Mabel entering the room any second then and catching them with their pants down. "It just… kills my mood." He mumbled in embarrassment.

"Don't worry, Dork. I'll make sure to keep your 'mood' big, hard and throbbing. Get this open." Pacifica tossed the square wrapper at him, and then she slid both hands inside his jeans.

"Oh-my-gosh! T-that's—Oh! Wait! D-don't do it so fast! Ah! M-much better… I mean, No! Pacifica! Stop that!" Dipper pulled Pacifica's hands once more out of his jeans and covered his groin to protect himself.

"Dipper! It's been almost a month since we last did it! I-I'm going to burst if we don't do it now!" Pacifica stated desperately.

"It's also been a month to me!" Dipper tried to counter her point.

"But it's not the same! I-I can't do it alone!" She babbled and flushed in embarrassment.

"Why? Your hand cramped again?" Dipper grabbed her hands to massage them.

"My hand didn't cramp. It just… doesn't feel the same! Dipper, please!" Pacifica pleaded in anxiety.

Dipper pondered the pros and the cons for a few seconds and ended up groaning in frustration.

"Alright. Lie on your back." He pushed her gently and put the square wrapper back in his pocket.

"But…" She pointed at the disappearing wrapper.

"I told you I can't do it with Mabel downstairs." He repeated as he lifted the skirt of her short dress and pulled her leggings down to her knees. "But I can try getting you off instead." He smiled as he drew his head under her skirt.

Pacifica smiled broadly at the idea and gasped in surprise when she felt his mouth, wet, soft, and very hot, on her most private area. She pressed his head closer to her groin and enjoyed the ride. In a few seconds, all that filled her mind was a whirl of pleasure as she clenched her thighs around Dipper's face and used a pillow to muffle her moans. After all she had been waiting and the many times they had been unsuccessfully about to do it, the heiress was certain she was not going to last long. Her sexual frustration wouldn't allow it.

Half a minute later neither Dipper nor Pacifica heard the familiar bounces coming upstairs because of the pillow on her face and the thighs around his.

Since Soos' basic diet was snacks, he lived in his own house and only came to the Shack to work, Mabel had found herself in an empty kitchen. Thinking about what to do while tapping her chin, the cheerful brunette chirped as she remembered the bag of cookies she had brought just in case they got hungry. Mabel ran to the living room and took the bag from her purse, coming back into the kitchen to pour them in a ceramic bowl. Then she walked her way back towards the attic bedroom. Mabel hadn't been able to cook anything as she had said she would, but at least she wasn't coming back empty handed. Mabel however stopped before opening the door. She had heard something weird inside the attic bedroom. By leaning her ear on the wooden door, she heard moaning inside.

"Oh my gosh! Should I be around for this?" She pondered for a second. "Of course I should! In fact, I should take a picture to immortalize this moment in my 'Successful Matches Scrapbook'!" Mabel turned around to get a camera downstairs and add another page in the Dipifica section of her matchmaking book, but stopped on the spot after hearing a distinctive noise.

"AaAaAaAaAH! Dipper! You are going to kill meeee!" Mabel heard a loud crescendo scream coming from the attic bedroom.

Without thinking it twice and agreeing with herself that the teasing material she could get now was way better than risking going downstairs for a camera and coming back too late, Mabel chose among one of the special puns she had saved for an occasion like this.

"Dipper, Pacifica! I hope you are hungry because I brought cookies!" Mabel giggled and kicked the door open.

Dipper yelped and got his head out of Pacifica's skirt, sitting up on the edge of the bed with a wet chin and cheeks. Pacifica groaned in frustration and disbelief, since she had been interrupted once more right before reaching orgasm, and sat up next to Dipper while lowering her skirt. Mabel on the other hand, was at first taken aback by the scene, since it wasn't what she had been picturing in her mind. The cheerful brunette discarded the 'Oh, I see you are already making the milk!' pun she had intended to say as a follow-up and switched to a different one.

"We were—" Dipper tried to explain but he was interrupted by a bad pun.

"Whoa, bro-bro! If I had known you were so thirsty I would have brought some drinks too!" Mabel burst into laughter and bounced towards her bed, sitting on the edge and staring with a playful smile at the blushing couple. She knew she had struck gold in a teasing mine.

Dipper felt his face burning in embarrassment but Pacifica giggled too at the pun.

"It's not what it looks like! We were uh… I was just looking for something!" Dipper blurted out, failing to find a good explanation to what they had been doing.

"This?" Mabel fished out a pair of purple panties from inside a pair of leggings lying on the floor and held them out. "Cotton, huh? I thought you would use lace." She added and Pacifica flushed red.

"Uh… Noooo, that's not it." Dipper quickly shook his head. "Who are those?"

"Really?" Mabel raised an eyebrow and pointed at Dipper's chin

"Great." Pacifica muttered and buried her face into her hands in embarrassment when she realized she had been so excited she got creamy on Dipper's chin. The heiress began to consider pushing Mabel into passing traffic if she ever dared uttering a word about this.

Dipper touched his own chin and then examined the fluid with his fingers. His eyes widened as he realized what it was and flushed crimson red.

"Alright, we were pretty much doing what it looked like." He admitted and cleaned his face with the bed sheets.

Mabel burst into mocking laughter and then, having already had enough fun at her brother, she directed her teasing towards Pacifica.

"What's wrong, sis-sis? You haven't been squeezing the ball I gave you to help with the hand cramps?" She giggled, as she had been the first one to find out about Pacifica's cramp and inability to pleasure herself properly.

Pacifica glared at Mabel since that was a delicate matter for her and teased back.

"Careful with what you say, Mabel, or I'll begin speaking of—"

"Oh! Um… you want cookies? They're your favorites!" Mabel quickly interrupted her and offered her the bowl of cookies.

Pacifica shared a knowing look with the brunette. They had been discussing about her new boyfriend and they had agreed not to tell Dipper, since he was not going to like him. Mabel's secret boyfriend had some resemblance with Robbie after all. The brunette looked at Pacifica pleadingly, and she took a bite from a cookie. The heiress hummed appreciatively at the flavor, since they were her favorites, and decided to keep her mouth shut about Mabel's boyfriend and move her decision of pushing her into passing traffic to the 'maybes' of her mind.

"So… are you going to tell her father?" Dipper mumbled.

"Of course not! That would spoil the fun! My mind is working on hundreds—No, thousands of sex puns!" Mabel raised her hands over her head to add emphasis. Dipper gaped in horror at the prospect and she laughed again.

"I guess you are not leaving us alone then." Pacifica stated with a raised eyebrow.

"Why? I'm having fun here. Here is another good pun about Dipper's—"

"Mabel! Enough with the puns!" Dipper moaned as he graced his own face. The brunette giggled once more and Dipper looked at Pacifica in hopes of some help.

The heiress displayed a smile full of malice and got up from bed, tugging at Dipper to follow her.

"You wanna stay? Then stay." Pacifica stripped the bed and shoved Dipper in it, pouncing on him afterwards. "We could use the cheering." She concluded sultrily.

"Yeah, right. As if Dipper would do it with public." Mabel rolled her eyes. She knew it was trick.

Pacifica looked at Dipper, but he shook his head very slightly and confirmed Mabel's words. She leaned closer to his ear and whispered something into it. Dipper's eyes widened, he smiled and pulled the bed sheets over their bodies and heads.

Mabel heard a giggle and how a fly was unzipped. Dipper's flannel shirt flew from the bed sheets and landed on her head. The cheerful brunette tossed the article of clothing away and stared at the bed sheets as they began to move. There was a gasp followed by the sound of skin smacking against skin. Soon after that, Pacifica began to moan softly. Mabel couldn't help but picture wonderful images of Pacifica very explicitly naked in her mind, and the cheerful brunette blushed slightly.

"Ah, Dipper… It's so big…" Pacifica moaned.

Then Mabel accidentally added her brother into the equation on full display and her eyes bulged out, realizing that the idea of being present while they were doing that was no longer so appealing.

"I uh… I'll wait downstairs." Mabel flushed crimson red and left the room.

When they heard the door closing, Dipper pushed the bed sheets away. They hadn't removed any clothing at all, aside from his flannel shirt.

"You think she bought it?" Pacifica looked in amusement at the closed door.

"I know she bought it, otherwise she wouldn't have left." Dipper chuckled as he zipped back his fly. "Good fake moaning by the way, but I think the 'It's so big!' made the trick."

"Nah, it was definitely the way you clapped your hands to make that sound." She giggled at how easily they had fooled Mabel. "I guess we are getting pretty good at 'not doing it', because we are not going to do it, right?" Pacifica looked at him expectantly, but she already knew the answer.

"We won't as long as she is around." He smiled apologetically and handed Pacifica her dresses sketchbook as he took his Journal.

"We'll have to wait then." Pacifica sighed and began drawing and coloring dresses in orange. She was completely frustrated.

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The next weekend was completely different for the three teens. Dipper and Mabel were in their former shared attic bedroom in the Shack like every weekend, but Pacifica was not with them this time. She had left on a trip with her parents for the weekend. The Shack was already closed and Soos had left to his own house, leaving the building empty for the twins to enjoy.

Dipper was lying on his old bed, staring at the ceiling absently. He sighed sadly for the third time that hour.

"C'mon, bro-bro! I'll cheer you up!" Mabel chirped happily from her former bed. "What do you want?"

"Hmm… Could you go to the grocery store and bring some cheese balls?" Dipper asked after feigning pondering about it.

"Sure! I'll be back in half an hour!"

When Dipper heard the main door of the Shack closing, he jumped up from his bed and ran to the bathroom while taking off all his clothes. He found a bored Pacifica inside it leaning against a wall. She was staring at her fingernails to make sure they were perfect.

"Is she gone?" The heiress asked without looking at him and rubbed her fingernails on her dress to clean them slightly.

"Yes. Mabel thinks you're outside town on a trip and she won't be back for thirty minutes." Dipper informed eagerly.

"Great." Pacifica looked at him for the first time. "Why are you naked?" She asked amusedly as her eyes went straight to his groin.

"Because we only have thirty minutes!"

"Right. Good point. C'mon." Pacifica walked past him, grabbing his erection and pulling him to the bedroom.

"Ah—Oh! Pacifica! Careful with that! It doesn't have a bone!"

Halfway to the grocery store, Mabel stopped on her tracks and groaned. The cheerful brunette had just realized she wasn't carrying her purse, but her wallet was inside it. Mabel turned on her heels and walked back to the Shack to get some money. When she was almost at the backyard, a shriek came from the attic.

"Oh my gosh!" Mabel gasped in distress. "Dipper only shrieks like a girl when he's in danger!"

Back in the bedroom, Dipper was lying on his back while Pacifica straddled him, their upper bodies on the foot of the bed. They were completely naked, flustered and panting heavily to recover their breath after the long awaited and very much needed orgasm.

"Uff… I… I needed that." Pacifica leaned weakly on Dipper's chest as she panted. Her throat was sore after screaming her pleasure.

"Yeah, T-that… that was intense." Dipper panted just as heavily and rubbed his chest, which had been completely graced by Pacifica's fingernails.

The heiress bent forwards and kissed him, rubbing her breasts against his chest in the process. Dipper hummed appreciatively and ran his hands along her sides, slowly reaching for her perky breasts to tease her nipples. Pacifica, however, pulled back and raised an eyebrow at him. Dipper held his hands on her sides for a second as he kept her stare, and then he sighed in disappointment and dropped his hands. The heiress was still not happy at the idea of having her breasts fondled.

"You know what?" Pacifica got off him and sat up on the mattress. "Maybe we should keep a few weeks of abstinence more often. I don't think I've ever cum like this."

"You're joking, right?"

"Pfft. Of course I am!" She giggled and patted him on the chest. "I would go crazy if I had to wait another month to do this. C'mon, let's go for round two."

"Oh, round two? I uh…" Dipper chuckled nervously as he took off the filled up condom. "I only brought one condom." He confessed as he gave her a sheepish smile and hoped they would take care of their lustful desire in a different way. The picture of Pacifica running her tongue along her lips seductively came to his mind. Dipper flushed and his erection arose again at full strength.

"Don't worry, Dork. I brought my own." Pacifica smiled slyly as she reached for her jacket and pulled out of a pocket a box of condoms. She fished out a row of five square wrappers and waggled her eyebrows playfully at the boy.

Dipper's eyes bulged out at the amount of condoms.

"How many have you bought exactly?"

"Just a few." Pacifica shrugged and separated one wrapper from the row to hand it to Dipper. "Fifteen in total, and I plan to use them all this weekend."

"F-fifteen?" Dipper stammered.

"Yup. And they're chocolate flavored." She gave him a smile full of malice.

"I uh… That sounds great and all, but… I don't think I can do it so many times to be honest." Dipper grabbed the box to make sure she wasn't messing with him. There were two more rows of five condoms inside. Dipper noted mentally to get some ice for his probable soreness.

"I'll make sure to keep your Big Dipper… big." She giggled at her own pun and rubbed his happy trail. "Round two?"

The boy checked his watch and nodded.

"We have to be quick. Mabel will be back in around twenty minutes." Dipper hurriedly opened the wrapper and rolled the condom down his penis.

Dipper was about to push her gently on her back when Pacifica pushed him on his back instead.

"If we're going to have a quickie…" She swung one leg over his hips and straddled him again. "…I should top."

Being the indisputable dominant one in the relationship, Pacifica got to choose her favorite position frequently and she preferred to top. The heiress gripped Dipper's shoulders and began using them as leverage as she fervently ground her hips against his. Dipper attempted to slow her down a little by resting his hands on her waist, but Pacifica only increased her pace, delivering him pleasure at such a speed that Dipper soon began feeling dizzy. He stared in awe at how Pacifica's hair, among her other charms, bounced on top of him. Pacifica graced his chest lightly to wake him up and the couple began voicing their pleasure with soft groans and breathy moans.

They didn't hear the hurried footsteps coming upstairs.

"Dipper!" Mabel slammed the door open and burst into the bedroom. "I've come to save y—"

"Don't come in! Don't come in!" Pacifica shrieked.

The cheerful brunette saw the scene and attempted to stop but she tripped, staggered and landed on top of Dipper with her face in between Pacifica's breasts.

The heiress shoved Mabel on the chest and searched hurriedly something to cover her complete nudity. Being on top of the bed sheets and without any pillow nearby, Pacifica only had one thing at hand. Forgetting the everlasting rule about her chest, Pacifica grabbed Dipper's hands and used them to cover her breasts while she used her own hands to cover their groins. Dipper, who had been about to freak out at being caught with his pants down, suddenly forgot about the scene and displayed the silliest of smiles as he began squeezing her breasts.

Mabel landed onto the floor and looked in horror at the partially covered scene before her. She realized that neither it had been her brother who had screamed earlier nor the scream had been of distress. The sight, even though partially covered, it was still too explicit for her comfort. Mabel raised her hands to her head and screamed at the top of her lungs. Pacifica kept her hands covering their groins and screamed too. Dipper, however, kept squeezing her breasts absently.

"Mabel! Get out!" Pacifica shrieked and pointed to the door.

Mabel nodded while still screaming and ran out of the bedroom. She closed the door behind and they heard her scream fade in the distance.

Pacifica sighed in relief and looked at her boyfriend with a worried expression. She already knew from experience how badly Dipper reacted when Mabel and his sexual life collided.

"Please, tell me this didn't kill your 'mood'." She moaned. "We had barely started round two!"

"I-I don't think anything c-could kill my mood at the moment, Princess." He stammered with a gaping mouth.

"Huh?" Pacifica raised an eyebrow and realized all of a sudden what was covering her breasts. "Take those off! You know I don't like it!" The heiress slapped his hands off her breasts and Dipper sighed in disappointment.

The bedroom door opened again and Pacifica yelped. Dipper seized the opportunity and reached for her breasts once more as the silly smile returned to his face.

Mabel poked her head around the door with a curious smile.

"Sorry, sorry. I was too busy freaking out earlier to have a good look. Whoa, Paz-Paz! That's a nice rack!" She giggled.

Pacifica felt her whole face burning in embarrassment. She slapped Dipper's hands off her breasts and got off him, rushing to the door to grab Mabel by the hair. The chirpy brunette yelped in fear and closed the door before Pacifica reached her. Dipper giggled at the situation but he was quickly silenced by a blue-eyed glare.

"Mabel!" Pacifica said in a threatening tone. "I swear I'll get out there and—"

"Haha, I'd like to see you try! I have a camera ready and I'm not afraid to use it!" Mabel replied in a singing voice.

"Argh! I really hate your sister." Pacifica groaned in frustration and climbed back onto the bed, straddling Dipper again. "We're finishing this." She said so sternly that Dipper nodded immediately.

Pacifica began grinding her hips at the fastest pace she could manage, causing Dipper's hips to buckle and his toes to clench. They quickly regained the lost progress and the frown eased on Pacifica's forehead. She adjusted the angle a little forward to make sure Dipper hit her on the right spot, and she soon felt a pleasant tingling building up in her lower belly and filling every single one of her nerve endings. Her moans of pure bliss filled the bedroom as she dug her fingernails in his chest to hear Dipper moan as well. Pacifica bent forwards and let Dipper do the thrusting while she ran her tongue from his chin to his nose to excite him. Pacifica felt herself nearing orgasm. She was about to invade his mouth with her tongue to increase their pleasure when something caught her attention.

The bedroom door was opening again and Mabel was poking her head around it.

"You guys gonna take much longer? I'm kinda bored downstairs."

"Why don't you knock on the freaking door before opening it!?" Pacifica snapped angrily and understood perfectly why having Mabel in the building killed Dipper's mood so effectively.

"Why would I knock? This was my room too." She countered.

"So what, you intend to come up here every five minutes?" Pacifica asked sarcastically.

"Maybe." Mabel grinned mischievously.

"Alright. That's it. You asked for this, sis." Pacifica cupped Dipper's face and stared at him seriously. "Mabel's new secret boyfriend looks exactly like Robbie did when he was our age."

"What!?" Dipper rolled to frown at his sister and he accidentally threw Pacifica off himself. The heiress yelped and fell to the floor.

"You promised you wouldn't tell him!" Mabel flushed terribly. "That's playing dirty, Pacifica, but I can play too!" She fished out her phone and took a picture of the naked heiress. "Haha, blackmail!" She giggled and ran downstairs.

"Gimme that!" Pacifica yelled and chased her.

As the naked girl left to harm the clothed one, Dipper guessed they weren't going to do anything else that afternoon and he decided to get clothed. The girls' screams could be heard coming from the ground story.

"Ouch! Hair! Hair!"

"Where did you hide the phone!?"

"I'm not telling you! Ah—Hahaha! That tickles!"

"Mmph! Don't kick me! I'm naked!"

Dipper decided it would be best to avoid going downstairs for now and chuckled at the comical situation.

Once Pacifica got her hands on Mabel's phone and erased the compromising picture, she got her clothes and stormed off to the manor. Mabel was left completely dumbfounded since she had only been joking about the blackmail and her intentions were not to get Pacifica mad, but to have some fun instead.

Dipper's glare was burning on Mabel's skin like a branding iron.

"Sorry." She mumbled.

"Mabel, are you trying to sabotage us or something?" Dipper hissed and tried calling Pacifica on the phone. When she didn't answer Dipper got back to glaring at his sister.

"Of course not! It… It was just a joke."

"Well, it wasn't funny." Dipper tried dialing again.

"But… I heard you laughing!" Mabel tried to support her point.

"Yeah, but I'm not who chased you naked throughout the house." Dipper countered. The call was declined this time and he sighed. "Great."

"Sorry." She apologized once more.

"You already said that! And why did you take the wrappers from my jeans!? Can't your boyfriend buy them or what!?" Dipper snapped angrily and Mabel sunk in her chair. Dipper realized who he was shouting at and measured his tone immediately. "Sorry, Mabel. I didn't mean that."

"I know… Don't worry." Mabel smiled faintly but she was beginning to feel the weight of her actions as a sense of guilt filled her chest.

Dipper tried calling Pacifica once more and this time her phone was offline. He groaned and got up from the chair, pacing anxiously in circles in the Shack's living room.

"Dipper…" Mabel called for his attention.

Dipper turned to see how the ever present smile on her face had faded and he stopped walking.

"Are you alright?" He asked, forgetting momentarily about Pacifica due to the concern for his twin.

"Will you tell her I'm sorry? She was my best friend…" Mabel averted his gaze and sighed.

"She is your best friend." Dipper corrected and squeezed Mabel's shoulder. "I'll make sure Pacifica forgives you when I talk to her. It seems that's not going to be anytime soon, though." He smiled wryly.

"Hmm…" Mabel perked up and began racking her brains for a solution to the situation she had accidentally caused. "Preston doesn't want you anywhere near the manor, right?"

"No. Pacifica and I always talk on the phone about where we are going to hang out." Dipper tossed his now useless phone on the table.

"Can't you simply sneak in the manor at night?" Mabel suggested.

"There are butlers patrolling the ground story and Pacifica sleeps in the second story." Dipper discarded the idea since he had already thought about that.

"So what?" Mabel raised an eyebrow and Dipper glanced at her in confusion. Then he noticed what she had in her hand.

"Oh! That could work."

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It was midnight and Pacifica was lying in her bed. The night was hot, so her sleepwear was a simple purple nightgown. The heiress was mad and her anger prevented her from sleeping. She couldn't believe how much trouble Mabel was causing to her sexual life. Pacifica loved Mabel as her best friend but she didn't like one bit what the brunette understood by 'privacy'. She sighed, having no clue about how to face the situation since the last thing she wanted was to cut ties with Mabel, but Pacifica couldn't keep looking warily at the door whenever she wanted to have some fun with Dipper.

The sound of pebbles hitting her balcony window broke her train of thought. Pacifica smiled wryly. She knew perfectly well who it was. She got up from bed and opened her balcony, leaning over the stone railing.

"Pacifica!" Dipper whispered from a bush to get her attention.

"Dipper! What are you doing here!?" She hissed and looked warily at the garden, trying to spot a butler that might see them. The garden was empty, much to her relief.

"I need to talk to you!" He left the bush and stood below the balcony.

"Why didn't you call me on the phone!? If my father catches you there he is going to kick you out and then ground me!" Pacifica said as her face frowned in concern.

"You declined my calls and then turned the phone off! I've been phoning you all day!" Dipper raised an eyebrow.

"I declined your calls because my father was talking to me at the moment but I didn't turn it off! Although… wait." Pacifica disappeared inside her room and came back soon afterwards. "My phone ran out of battery." She smiled sheepishly.

"I guess that explains it. Can I come in?" He suggested.

Pacifica's eyes widened and checked the windows in the ground floor.

"Of course not! My parents are still awake! I can't sneak you through the door!"

"Oh, I had another idea in mind." He smiled slyly. "Get back inside and step away from the balcony."

Pacifica raised an eyebrow in puzzlement but did as told. There was a gas bang and a hook flew into the room, hitting a picture frame on a cabinet and shoving it to the floor with the sound of a breaking glass. Then the hook recoiled until it got stuck in the railing. Pacifica stared in complete surprise with both eyebrows risen and a gaping mouth at how Dipper climbed soon afterwards over the railing. He fell clumsily to the floor and stood up immediately with a nervous chuckle.

"Did I break something with the grappling hook?" He asked and noticed the picture frame on the floor. "Sorry, I was aiming blindly."

"Where did you get that thing?" Pacifica looked curiously at the device.

"It's Mabel's. That's why I came here." Dipper grabbed her hands and squeezed them. "You've to talk to her."

Pacifica groaned with a frown and tried to get rid of his hands but Dipper didn't let her.

"Dipper, your sister overdid it this time. I mean, she saw… everything." She flushed.

"Don't remind me of that." Dipper flushed too. "But Mabel was only joking, Pacifica, and you know that." He insisted, yet Pacifica's frown didn't subside. "C'mon, she is your best friend! Besides, she is very sorry."

"Hmm… how much?" She asked playfully as her frown softened.

"A great deal. Just check your phone and you'll see." Dipper smiled and released her hands.

Pacifica walked around her bed and bent over to pick up her phone from the floor where she was recharging it. The wire was too short for the phone to stay on the nightstand with the power socket being so close to the floor on the wall. Dipper was left breathless and his eyes bulged out at the sight of his girlfriend bending over due to what she was wearing under the nightgown, or rather what she wasn't wearing. The heiress turned on the phone and saw five missed calls from Dipper and over twenty from Mabel. She sat on the bed and dialed the brunette's number.

The phone was picked up almost instantly.

"Pacifica? I'm so sorry for what happened this afternoon! I thought we were having fun and—" Mabel began to babble.

"Mabel, it's alright. Dipper already talked to me." Pacifica interrupted her and smiled warmly. Even thought it was past midnight, Mabel had picked up the phone on the spot and she didn't sound drowsy at all. Pacifica guessed she had been up the whole time. The heiress knew then that Mabel had to be truly sorry.

"So… you are not mad at me anymore?" Mabel asked in a cheerful voice.

"Oh, I'm still mad at you, but I'll forgive you if we go shopping next Monday."

"Then we'll go shopping next Monday and Tuesday!" Mabel chirped happily on the phone.

"Sounds great. I also wanted to ask you regarding next weekend. Do you think Dipper and I could make use of the Shack every Saturday for—Ahhh."

Pacifica's voice was interrupted when she felt a hand caressing her belly from behind, another hand stroking her inner thigh and a mouth pressed onto her neck all at the same time.

"Your nightgown is beautiful. Wanna take it where we left it?" Dipper whispered into the ear where she didn't have the phone. Then he traced the hand he had on her inner thigh between her legs and began petting her softly while his mouth engulfed and nibbled her earlobe.

"Oh, gosh… Yes…" Pacifica moaned and pressed Dipper's hand on her groin.

"Um… Pacifica?" Mabel asked on the phone. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm… Ah! G-great. What was I saying?" She said absently while her shaking hand opened the drawer in her nightstand and took the box of wrappers, handing it to Dipper. He removed his hands from her groin to get ready and Pacifica focused back on the conversation.

"Something about Saturdays."

"Oh, right. So, I was thinking Dipper and I could use some privacy at the Shack every Saturday to…" She felt how Dipper grabbed her hand and drew it behind her. Pacifica grasped something hard and throbbing, and her eyes bulged out. "Whoa, it's rock hard… I mean, we… We need the Shack to have sex!" She finally blurted out.

"Oh! Um… Sure! I'll call Bruce and move our dates from Thursdays to Saturdays to leave you alone." Mabel giggled on the other end of the line. "Is my brother there? What are you two doing?" She asked teasingly.

"Gotta go! Bye!" Pacifica hung up the phone and turned to Dipper. "Couldn't you wait a few seconds?" She snapped angrily but flushed at the sight of her naked boyfriend.

"Didn't you like it?" He asked playfully.

"Didn't I? Lie back and get ready to enjoy." Pacifica removed her nightgown and revealed how she was completely naked under it.

Dipper smiled nervously and prepared for what was about to happen, but then Pacifica took a bra from a drawer and put it on.

"Why did you do that?" He looked at her quizzically.

"Because you broke the rules regarding my breasts this afternoon." She shrugged. "You can take it or leave it."

"I-take-it!" Dipper squeaked and pulled her on top of him, earning a yelp and a giggle from the heiress.

They began fast and zealously, but slowed down the pace soon afterwards. Every time they heard a butler walking through the corridor they had to stop from, just in case they were being too frisky and gave away that Dipper was in there. Their movement was eventually reduced to teasingly slow and Pacifica whimpered. She was concerned at the idea of being caught, but she also really needed to cum, something she wouldn't achieve going that slow. The heiress brought Dipper into a kiss to muffle their moans and rushed the last bit she needed to reach orgasm. They parted for breathing the very moment the tingling in Pacifica's groin became unbearable, and she buried her face into his shoulder to moan her orgasmic pleasure and the aftershocks that came afterwards when it became Dipper's turn.

Pacifica collapsed panting on top of him with no intention to move until their afterglow passed. She felt too good to even try. The heiress displayed a satisfied smile and began landing light kisses on Dipper's neck to show her affection. Dipper wrapped his arms around her back and returned the caresses with soft strokes of her overly sensitive skin. He tried to push her off himself gently so that he could dispose of the filled up condom, but Pacifica groaned and tightened her grip around his neck.

"Just a little more." She whispered and cupped his face, tracing a kissing line along his jaw line.

Dipper smiled and caressed her back with his hands, cupping her buttcheeks and stroking her thighs afterwards. Pacifica felt goosebumps all over her body and shuddered, her skin being oversensitive after her orgasm. She wanted intensify the sensation and knocked on his lips with her tongue. The heiress didn't want to invade his mouth, she only wanted to play. Dipper stuck out his tongue and both muscles bumped, tangled and flicked against each other outside their mouths. Then, he returned his caresses from her thighs to her back, brushing the strap of her bra repeatedly and giving her a pleading look. Pacifica retrieved her tongue and shook her head, since she was still upset regarding that topic. She got off him and Dipper removed and tied up the condom while Pacifica lay beside him in bed.

Pacifica stared at him in amazement while Dipper idly stroked his penis up and down. He wasn't trying to show off or anything; he was only addressing a small post-ejaculatory itch, but Pacifica couldn't help but fluster terribly at the sight of Dipper playing with himself. He was, after all, visibly ready for another go despite having just ejaculated a few seconds ago.

"So… Dongper—I mean, Dipenis—Dipper! Um…" Pacifica began to fidget with a square wrapper as a slight blush appeared on her face.

The sound in the corridors had stopped long ago and everyone except the two of them was probably asleep, but Pacifica was hesitant to ask him to stay since, the longer they played with each other, the later Dipper would have to leave to his house. Pacifica didn't want her boyfriend walking through the empty streets so late at night, just in case. The heiress however couldn't remove her eyes from his more than evident arousal either.

"Again?" Dipper asked with an awkward smile. He hadn't been satisfied either with the slow and interrupted lovemaking session.

"Yup. Just once more. I wanna try something different this time." Pacifica gave him the square wrapper and traced her hands along the muscles of his arms.

Dipper had developed over the years some fairly toned muscles. He wasn't anywhere near how Stan had been at his age, let alone a football player, but Pacifica knew Dipper had worked very hard for that body and she couldn't be any happier about her boyfriend's physical appearance. She poked his soft belly playfully since it was the only part of his body he had never managed to workout. Dipper chuckled and pushed her hands away. Then, Pacifica licked her lips in anticipation.

"A-alright." Dipper's voice cracked and put on their protection. The sight of Pacifica licking her lips gave him a good idea of what was going to happen now and where her mouth was going to go. Their protection was chocolate flavored after all.

However, his hopes plummeted to the floor when Pacifica straddled him. She dived all the way into his lips and Dipper couldn't help but shrug, deciding to enjoy what he could get. He rested his hands on her hips and they began to move in a special rhythm with each other. Dipper pondered what Pacifica had meant by 'different' since they were doing pretty much the exact thing they had done ten minutes ago. When they got the right pace, Pacifica parted the kiss and arched her back to moan loudly in pleasure.

"Shh! Princess! We are not alone in the manor this time!" Dipper hushed her and slowed the pace.

"I don't care. The walls are thick and my parents sleep in the other wing of the building." She attempted to speed up the pace.

Dipper didn't feel very convinced and held her by the hips to slow her down. Pacifica frowned and decided that the time to use her secret weapon had come. Something she had been saving until she felt ready since, by what she remembered from her dream when she was twelve, it would be a pretty strong experience. She wanted to meet Wild Dipper. The heiress leaned over the crook of Dipper's neck and bit down on his flesh there. It was neither a soft nibble nor a suck. She sank her teeth in his skin and held his flesh trapped.

Dipper's eyes bulged out and gave a loud moan, rolling with her and placing himself on top. Pacifica looked at him and gulped, thinking she might regret her decision. Where Dipper's eyes were always warm and full of tender, there was now a predatory look in them. Dipper sped up the pace so fast she gasped. He thrust his mouth onto her neck and gave her a hickey, and then he grabbed her bra and tore it off her body. Gluing his eyes on her exposed breasts, Dipper reached for the exposed forbidden flesh and began squeezing, pinching and rubbing it repeatedly in circles. Pacifica's eyes bulged out and she was about to protest about her destroyed underwear and his rough touch on her breasts, but was feeling all but discomfort. She jerked her head back and screamed in complete pleasure.

"Oh my gosh, Pacifica!" Dipper was snapped out of his lustful trance by her scream and removed his hands from her breasts on the spot. "I'm so sorry!"

"Don't stop, you idiot!" Pacifica wrapped her legs around his waist to grapple onto him, grabbed his hands and forced them back on her breasts. "Do that again! Now!" She demanded, her eyes sparkling lustfully.

Dipper hesitated, since what was happening at the moment collided entirely with how Pacifica usually behaved, and he tried to remove his hands from her breasts. She felt his hesitation, prompted herself on her elbows and bit him on the exact same the same spot. Dipper gave an animal growl and resumed his previous hardcore sex. Pacifica threw her head back and opened her mouth to voice her pleasure wildly. She noted mentally to remove the rule regarding her chest and to add a new one which demanded Dipper to do this to her breasts every time he topped.

Pacifica couldn't hold herself any longer and she graced his back as their mind-blowing orgasm hit them both, but Dipper kept pounding her like a stallion for half a minute longer. Then, his energy drained and his condom full, he got off Pacifica and collapsed on his back beside her, panting heavily since he had done practically all the movement. On the other hand, Pacifica was left gawking stupidly at the ceiling. Her legs, which were still spread wide and raised in the air, were twitching now and then with every aftershock of the strong experience. She knew her body was going to be too sore to sit on a chair tomorrow after this, but she didn't care one bit at the moment.

"Wow…" Was all she managed to say.

"Yeah." Dipper agreed.

"You… you totally ravaged me! I-I can't feel my legs!" Pacifica looked at herself in amusement. "Ah—Ouch! Now I feel them."

Dipper chuckled weakly even though he hadn't actually heard her. His mind was too busy analyzing what had just happened. The heiress grabbed the box of condoms and fished out another wrapper, all while staring at Dipper with a smile full of malice.

"Why are you looking at me as if I were a piece of meat?" Dipper felt slightly threatened.

Pacifica didn't answer. Instead, she opened the wrapper with her teeth while pulling the filled condom off Dipper's penis brusquely and tossing it away without much regard about tying it up or where it landed. Dipper gasped and tried to protect his overly-sensitive post-ejaculatory penis, but Pacifica was relentless and forced a new condom down his increasing arousal. Then, she pounced on him and bit down on the other crook of his neck to trigger his libido once more.

Dipper groaned loudly and entered his lustful trance. Having Pacifica's body on full display and completely within reach on top of him, Dipper bit down on her lower lip to give Pacifica some of her own medicine while his left hand grabbed one of her bouncing breasts and his right hand went between her legs to drive her crazy, causing her to shriek in joy with every thrust of their bodies. Once he was done, Pacifica gave a long sigh of satisfaction and got off him to collapse on the bed, leaving an absolutely worn Dipper lying on his back.

"Ouch." He rubbed his neck with his hands. His hips ached and he wished he had that bag of ice now.

"That… was… amazing." Pacifica panted heavily on the bed and turned to look at him. Dipper was rubbing the bite marks on his neck and glaring at her. "Um… Sorry about the neck, Dipper." She smiled sheepishly.

"Oh, am I Dipper now? I thought I was just a piece of meat a few seconds ago!" Dipper commented slightly upset and removed the overfilled condom, tying it up and tossing it away.

"C'mon, Dipper. Don't say that." Pacifica giggled and snuggled up closer, draping one arm over his chest. "I love you."

"You only say that after sex." Dipper teased, squeezing the hand on his chest. "But I love you too."

Pacifica smiled warmly and buried her face into his shoulder.

"Let's do that thing I love so much." She whispered and landed a light kiss on the hickey.

"No! Pacifica, please!" Dipper wiggled away reflexively. "Don't bite me again! I-I seriously need to rest for a little!"

"I meant the cuddling up." She snickered at her boyfriend's overreaction.

"Oh! Yeah, I can do that." He sighed in relief.

Dipper rolled onto his side and opened his arms wide, allowing her to nestle up and hug his chest tightly. He gave a happy sigh and reciprocated the embrace, rocking her gently in his arms. Pacifica buried her face into his chest and smiled broadly, landing a light peck on his breast bone. Then they moved apart just enough to stare into each other's eyes and Dipper began stroking her cheek lovingly. Ever since that day four years ago when they had almost lost each other forever, the couple tried to embrace like that at least once a day. Dipper tucked a finger under her chin and moved his head closer to peck her lips. Pacifica smiled and kissed him very softly, reaching with a hand up to squeeze his chest. Once she was satisfied with the received love, Pacifica parted from the kiss and buried her face into his chest once more while Dipper stroked her hair idly.

"It's true. I say it mostly after sex, but you know I mean it, right? I love you." She whispered and rubbed her face on his chest.

"I wouldn't say I love you too if I didn't know you meant it." Dipper pecked her scalp. He moved his caresses from her hair to her sides, noticing how she was beginning to shiver in the chill of the night. She was sweaty after all.

Pacifica smiled broadly at his caresses and decided to give him some one-sided pleasure. However, when she traced her hands down his happy trail and groped him, the heiress found nothing but flaccidness. She looked at him quizzically and Dipper smiled apologetically.

"Between the two times at the Shack and these last three, you have totally drained me." He explained and pulled away her hands from his groin.

"We only did it once at the Shack." Pacifica corrected him.

"Yes, right. I… mixed the numbers." He chuckled nervously, unwilling to admit he had rubbed one out after Pacifica left halfway through their sex to chase Mabel.

"Well, try not to 'mix the numbers' too much when you are alone in the bathroom, or I'll put to the test the idea of a few weeks of abstinence to keep you in line." She raised an eyebrow and looked at him with a knowing smile.

"Uh… Alright." Dipper scratched the side of his head, not very sure what to think about it.

"You are such a dork." She giggled and rolled onto her other side. "Hug me, Dipper. I'm cold."

Dipper pulled the covers over their naked bodies and then wrapped his arms around her belly, tracing circles on her skin with his fingers. Pacifica nestled her back on his chest and intertwined her legs with his, giving a happy sigh as she began feeling warm again.

"I wanna do this every night." She raised one of Dipper's hands to her face and used it as a pillow.

"The cuddling up, or the wild sex?" Dipper pecked her shoulder and pressed his warm feet against her cold ones.

"Hmm… How about more cuddling, more normal sex and less wild sex? I'd like to sit on a chair without wincing someday in the future." She chuckled.

"Sounds good to me." He buried his face into her hair and inhaled deeply. "Maybe I could come back here like… every night?" He suggested and squeezed her between his arms.

"Oh, um… Sure. Why not? It's a good solution until we live together." Pacifica shrugged and noted mentally to buy a bigger condom box, since they had already used four condoms in their first day.

"I'm not really that eager to living together." Dipper said plainly and Pacifica turned to look at him. "What? Do you know how to cook? Because I don't, and diet full of sandwiches doesn't sound very appealing. Unless you want Mabel to come and cook for us every day." He joked.

"Well, I can only say one thing to that." She made a dramatic pause. "Not it!" Pacifica chirped all of the sudden.

"Not—Aw man. Why? You already know how to cook spaghetti! That's one dish more than what I can do already!" He complained.

"Dipper, I'm a disaster in the kitchen. It always takes me like five attempts to make a plate so, unless you want to buy five times the normal amount of food, I shouldn't be the one who cooks in the house." She countered matter-of-factly.

"Hmm… Good point." He agreed. "I'll ask Mabel tomorrow to show me the basics."

Dipper preferred learning how to cook over carrying two times the amount of food bags, let alone five. He pecked her scalp lovingly and parted from the embrace, sitting on the edge of the bed and grabbing his clothes.

"What are you doing?" Pacifica turned around to look at him.

"I'm leaving home. It's three in the morning." Dipper pointed at the clock on her nightstand.

"But… No way, Dipper. It's too late in the night. It might be dangerous." Pacifica grabbed his hand and prevented him from leaving.

"C'mon, Pacifica." He snickered. "Gravity Falls is a small sleepy town! Who is going to be up at this hour in the street, let alone in the forest?"

"Please." She pleaded with a worried look.

"Alright." He sighed. "But I'm leaving at dawn. We don't want your father to find out I've been here." Dipper set the alarm on his phone.

"He would definitely begin cleaning his hunting rifle whenever you showed up at the manor if he found out." Pacifica giggled at first but stopped immediately when Dipper paled. "It was a joke, Dork."

"Oh! I knew that." He chuckled nervously but the image of his head right next to the multiple hunting trophies Preston had hanging from the walls didn't leave his mind.

"Suuuure. C'mere" She patted a spot on the mattress behind herself.

Dipper got inside the covers and snuggled Pacifica's back, wrapping his arms around her belly into a tight embrace. The heiress turned her head a little and Dipper gave her a good night kiss on her cheek. She giggled happily and sank into his arms, enjoying the amount of physical contact between their naked bodies. Dipper began tracing his fingers idly along her belly as he fell into a doze, ready to sleep the few hours left until dawn. However, his caresses and the sudden amount of physical contact had awakened a need inside Pacifica's mind.

"Dipper…" She whispered.

"Mhmhmm?" He replied drowsily without opening his eyes.

"Can we… do it one last time before going to sleep?"

"Oh. Uh… Let me check." He removed one hand from her belly and Pacifica felt him reaching down to his groin. "I… don't think so. At least not yet. Sorry." He returned his hand to her belly, feeling a little embarrassed about his stamina.

"It's alright." She stroked his arms on her belly, but gave a sigh with some let-down.

Dipper saw her disappointment and bit his lower lip. He made up his mind and began kissing her neck softly. Pacifica shuddered and reached over her shoulder to stroke his cheek. Dipper smiled and began fondling her softly. One of his hands drew towards her ample shapely breast and cupped it warily, expecting for Pacifica to push him off. When she didn't complain, he gained confidence and reached with his other hand for the other breast. He began petting, next squeezing and finally pinching and twisting her nipples. Pacifica gasped and arched her back in pleasure, accidentally bumping him in the groin with her butt. Dipper's eyes bulged out and looked down in between their bodies in surprise. He didn't know if it had been her breasts or her butt, but it had awakened him.

"What happened?" Pacifica felt how he had stopped all of the sudden.

"Pass me a condom." Dipper asked in a cracked voice.

"Yes!" Pacifica pumped her fist and thanked her own chest for the apparent effect it had on her boyfriend. She took the last wrapper of a row and opened it with her teeth, but she accidentally broke the latex. The heiress groaned and picked up a new row of five wrappers, separating one and opening it with her nails this time.

Many rooms away from where the couple was having their fun, Preston woke up in his bed. He went for the glass of water he kept on his nightstand to satisfy his dried throat, but the glass was empty. He had probably drunk the water earlier. The Northwest patriarch stood up with the glass in his hand and went to the kitchen. On the way there, he passed through the corridor where Pacifica's bedroom was.

The heiress had been partially right regarding how thick the walls were. She was pressing Dipper's face in between her breast and moaning loudly at how he ran his tongue along her breast bone, but from the other end of the corridor no sound could be heard. They were lucky the first time, since Dipper stopped his vampiric attacks and kissed her, muffling the moaning. Preston passed by his daughter's bedroom door without hearing a sound and filled his glass with water at the kitchen. However, on the way back, the situation was completely different. Dipper had her breast in his mouth and Pacifica was already with her head thrown back and about to reach orgasm, the very time Preston walked by her door. He heard the moaning pretty clearly now.

"Pacifica? Is there something wrong?" He tried to open her door, thinking that his daughter could be having a nightmare. When he noticed that the door was locked from inside, the Northwest patriarch considered an alternate possibility to her moans and he frowned. Preston released the doorknob and hurried to get the spare key.

Back at the room, Dipper's gaping mouth released her breast and it bounced slightly on Pacifica's motionless chest. The couple had perfectly seen the doorknob moving and heard her father's voice. Both their faces contorted in horror as they forgot about their almost achieved orgasm and parted immediately. Dipper jumped out of the bed and sought the grappling hook while Pacifica began gathering his clothes so that he could leave.

"Where is the grappling hook? Where is it!?" Dipper walked throughout the room searching desperately for his escaping tool.

They heard a squash sound and Pacifica looked down at it. The filled condom she had forced out of Dipper without tying it up close to an hour ago had landed on top of her discarded purple nightgown and Dipper had just accidentally stepped on it in his urgency to find the grappling hook, spraying its contents all over her nightwear.

"Really?" She looked with an annoyed expression at how her purple designer gown had now a big white stain. "I can't put that on anymore!"

"WHERE IS THE GRAPPLING HOOK!?" Dipper seized Pacifica by the shoulders and shook her up.

"I don't know! I don't know! Hide in the bathroom!" She pushed him away and looked for something to put on to hide her nudity.

"I can't hide in the bathroom! He'll search there!" Dipper continued looking for the grappling hook desperately.

Pacifica opened a drawer, took her spare sleepwear and left it on the bed. She went to open another drawer to grab some panties, but then she saw Dipper lifting the mattress to look under it.

"Wait, wait!" She yelled but it was too late. Her clean sleepwear fell from her bed on top of her previously stained sleepwear. "Dipper! That was my last sleepwear! You have stained in your dippingsauce all of my sleepwear!"

"Pacifica! I need to get out of here before your father hangs my head on a wall!" Dipper yelled back desperately.

"Ugh! Take this!" Pacifica threw at him his shorts and boxers while she put on her panties and Dipper's red flannel shirt to cover her nudity.

They heard someone coming through the corridor and they grew desperate. Dipper was now beyond the point of caring about the grappling hook and opened the balcony to climb on the stone handrail with his clothes in his hands.

"What do you think you are you doing!?" Pacifica yelled as her eyes widened in horror.

Dipper took a deep breath.

'Second story height. Just jump and roll like the manotaurs taught you.' He psyched up himself.

Dipper jumped and, instead of rolling, he fell into a bush face first.

"Nailed it." He grunted and stood up naked, bruised, with his penis still wearing a condom and swaying between his thighs while he ran naked through the gardens.

The heiress looked slightly amused at the scene in the distance. She quickly remembered what she had been doing when she heard a key trying to open her door. Pacifica kicked her stained sleepwear under her bed, took all the condoms and hid them under the bed sheets, hid the box of wrappers inside her nightstand drawer and finally jumped inside of her bed. Just a second after that, Preston opened the door.

"Pacifica?" He asked, poking his head around the door.

"Mhm?" She tried to sound drowsy.

"I heard something earlier." Preston scanned the room with his eyes.

"I am all alone here, dad." Pacifica stretched herself in bed as if she had just woken up.

"Since when do you have that flannel shirt?" He raised a suspicious eyebrow.

"This? Dipper gifted it to me last week." She shrugged to sound convincing.

"Did he, now?"

Preston was completely sleepy and he would have left the matter there, but he had also been young and there was a clear hormonal scent in the room that betrayed what his daughter was telling him. He stepped into the room and began looking for a teen to kick out of the manor. Preston had a quick look inside her locker, then her bathroom. Pacifica was inwardly begging for him not to look under the bed. Preston walked out to the balcony and, when he came back, he saw it. A pair of boy's shoes next to the bed. He sighed as he pinched the bridge of his noise.

"Are you sure nobody else was here?" Preston repeated his question.

"Yes."

"But, if someone had been here, he would have used protection, right?" He looked at her daughter with a frown.

"I guess…" Pacifica flushed the darkest possible shade of red, clueless about whether it was a tricky question or a concerned question.

"You don't sound very convinced." He raised an eyebrow.

Pacifica lowered her head as her ears also flushed in the same color. Her eyes darted nervously towards her nightstand and Preston noticed that. He walked up to it and opened he first drawer.

"Wait, wait! Don't touch that!" Pacifica shrieked but it was too late.

Preston's jaw fell open when he picked up the condom box.

"That's… for a school project." She lied.

"Why does the box say fifteen but there are only nine inside!?" He asked with his eyes bulging out when he read the 'Now chocolate flavored for your oral pleasure!' tag on the side of the box.

"Because… Um… See!? We used a lot of protection! You have nothing to worry about!" Pacifica tittered, but a glare from her father silenced her.

"You are grounded for a month, young lady. Go to sleep now. Tomorrow you'll talk with your mother about this and I'll put a lock in this balcony." He left the box back inside her nightstand, thinking that it would be better to leave it with her daughter than to take it away from her. "And forget about future sleepovers." He walked out of the bedroom and slammed the door behind.

Pacifica sighed and slumped on her bed, covering her face with her hands.

The next night, she felt lonely and bored in bed. However, the next weekend she finally gave use to the rest of the condom box.

And that's how Dipper learned how to pick locks in the dark.

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[Chapter 5: A Most Forgettable Party]

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The next year they finished high school and the three of them were very happy about it. Dipper had spectacular grades and applied for his dream college to study photography and media production. Pacifica had great grades and, besides her extra studies in business management and languages her father had imparted on her, she applied for her dream college to study fashion design. In contrast, Mabel had passed high school with regular grades. The three of them accorded to have a small private party at the Shack to celebrate it. Each of the teens had to bring some food without telling the others. Dipper brought two smoking pizzas, Mabel two bottles of soda and snacks and Pacifica was hiding something in a bag she had taken from the manor and was unwilling to show until later in the night.

"What's Tom going to bring?" Dipper directed the question towards his sister while slicing the pizzas with kitchen scissors. For once, he liked Mabel's boyfriend and was eager to meet him.

"Huh?" Mabel had been absently filling plastic cups with soda. "Oh! I don't know."

"Should we wait for him? These will get cold pretty quick in this hovel." Pacifica pointed at the cracks in the wooden walls while licking her lips in anticipation at the smoking pizzas.

"Call him on the phone and ask him when he's going to arrive. I wouldn't want to reheat these in the microwave." Dipper hummed appreciatively at the smell coming from the meal and began licking his lips just like Pacifica was doing.

"Sure, be right back!" Mabel said and left the attic bedroom.

Neither Dipper nor Pacifica noticed she had forgotten the phone on the nightstand.

Dipper finished slicing the two pizzas and Pacifica continued filling the cups in Mabel's place. Dipper then sat on his former bed and Pacifica accompanied him soon afterwards. The three teens were using a box as a food table and both beds as benches. Dipper draped his arm around her shoulders and hugged her lovingly as Pacifica smiled and squeezed his knee with her hand. The couple knew they would be eighteen in two months and they would have to be separated for some time. Dipper's dream school was in the west coast and Pacifica's in the east. This would be their last few months together and they wouldn't see each other until Christmas, then until spring break and then until next summer and so on for a few years, so Dipper and Pacifica tried to make the most of every moment together.

Mabel got back into the bedroom and sat on her bed.

"Tom won't be here on time, so we can get started." She sighed.

"Are you sure? I don't mind waiting." Dipper suggested and looked at Pacifica for confirmation. The heiress squeezed his hand and gave Mabel a small smile.

"Yes…" Mabel averted their gazes as her shoulders slumped. However, she recovered almost instantly. "Wanna play a game?"

"I would rather eat one of these." Pacifica grabbed one of the slices of pizza but winced and left it back on the plate. It was still too hot.

"We can play a food game!" The brunette suggested.

"Uh… It doesn't involve sticking things up our noses, right?" Dipper asked warily since he remembered vividly how his sister had spent half a summer a few years ago beating her own record regarding how many gummy-worms she could stick up her nose.

"Of course not! A rolled up pizza slice doesn't fit there!" She giggled and Dipper frowned, since he knew his sister was speaking from experience. Mabel fished out a card deck from her sweater pocket. "How about a card game?"

"I'm in on this!" Pacifica leaned closer and looked expectantly at the brunette. Both girls, unlike Dipper, were skilled at card games. "How do we play?"

"Hmm…" Mabel began to ponder among the multiple ideas that were coming to her mind. "We'll play with the poker rules but with food instead of money. A pizza slice is worth ten dollars, a cookie is three and a cheese ball is one." Mabel began reordering the food so that each of them had the same starting amount.

"And… What do we lose?" Dipper asked, not bothering to ask for the winner instead since he already knew who was going to lose.

"Well… What if the winner asks the losers a question and they have to answer it truthfully?" Mabel suggested.

"Sounds cool. And, I already have my question for you, Dipper." Pacifica said and poked his belly playfully. "I wanna know what you are writing about me in that Journal of yours."

When Dipper began writing his own Journal with the pine tree mark on it a few years ago, he divided it into sections. One third of the book was about the supernatural. Other third was about his family and friends. The last third was solely about Pacifica, and it was ciphered in a way that without the keyword nobody could read the text, and Dipper had a very embarrassing reason behind that, since he wrote everything in his Journal.

"I-I don't wanna play anymore!" He blurted out and Pacifica giggled.

"C'mon Dipper, what do you have to lose? Pacifica finding out something dirty like… I don't know, her measures or a record of weird places where you two have done it?" Mabel raised an eyebrow and her brother flushed. "But imagine what you could win! You can ask whatever you want to both of us!" She cheered.

"Hmm…" Dipper pondered the pros and the cons and finally sighed. "Fine. Shuffle and cut the cards."

Each of them started with five slices of pizza, ten cookies and twenty cheese balls. Pacifica was hungry so she ate a few slices of her starting food, confident about winning some more from either Dipper or Mabel later. The brunette did exactly the same. In contrast, Dipper was focused on avoiding losing and didn't touch his own food. They played a few rounds and food changed hands, although both girls kept eating. Eventually, Dipper ended up having more food than them, but he was losing it quickly at cards. Then, Mabel did a wild bet and placed all her remaining food on her table. Pacifica, her competitive vein kicking in, did the same. Dipper was at the moment beyond the point of caring, so he also placed the rest of his food blindly without looking at his own cards.

"Well, get ready because you guys are going to love my questions!" Mabel waggled her eyebrows and revealed she had a full house.

Pacifica groaned in disappointment and dropped her hand, revealing she had three of a kind.

Dipper was trembling in fear. He didn't know much about poker, but he guessed that beating a full house was not easy. He lifted his cards to have a look at them for the first time and his eyes bulged out.

"Uh… is this good?" He revealed four of a kind and Mabel's cards fell from her hand.

"No way! I can't believe it!" The brunette said in complete surprise.

"Dipper! That totally beats Mabel's hand!" Pacifica shared Mabel's surprise.

"So… did I win?" He scratched the back of his head in confusion.

"You did!" Mabel giggled at her brother's lack of knowledge regarding card games.

Dipper laughed happily and pulled all the remaining food on the table to his side. He then hummed in satisfaction when he swallowed his first slice of pizza that night, since he had refused to eat any of his 'money' while playing. Dipper however noticed how both girls' mouths were watering at the lost food and he decided to share the price with a warm smile. The trio of teens devoured happily the cheese balls, cookies and pizzas until there was only one slice left.

Mabel waggled her eyebrows to her brother and then pointed with her gaze at Pacifica, who was looking greedily at the last slice. Dipper caught the hint and handed it to his girlfriend.

"It's the last one, take it."

"Nah, Dipper. You won the card game. You should take it." Pacifica declined his offer, but her eyes were still glued on the food.

"Alright." Dipper shrugged and ate the last slice, causing Pacifica to stare agape at him.

"Oh my gosh, Dipper." Mabel facepalmed. "You can't be that stupid."

"What?" He asked in complete obliviousness and noticed Pacifica's surprised face. "Oh! You wanted the slice? But you said—"

"You're a dork." Pacifica shook her head and giggled.

Mabel joined the laughter and Dipper couldn't help but flush slightly and laugh too. Since they had already dealt with the food, Mabel removed the box they had been using as table and everyone left their plastic cup of soda on the floor within reach.

The brunette relaxed on her bed and looked expectantly at her brother.

"Well?" She asked and Dipper looked at her quizzically. "The questions, Dipper!"

"Right. Um…" Dipper chuckled and rubbed the back of his head. He hadn't expected to win so he hadn't thought about any questions.

"Pacifica first! She had the lowest hand!" Mabel chirped and lay on her side, ready to memorize the embarrassing moment for the heiress.

Pacifica looked at him pleadingly, hoping that Dipper's question wasn't too compromising. He tapped his chin, pondering a good question and then asked.

"Hmm… Since you have gifted me three different electric razors this last week, do you have any problem with the hair on my… with my hair in general?"

"Um… Well… I like your chest hair because it's kinda manly—" Pacifica began to explain.

"Really? It's so sparse it's barely noticeable!" Mabel interrupted her with a surprised face.

"To each their own." Pacifica glared at the brunette and continued. "I also think that the trace of hair going down your belly is pretty hot…" A snicker and a nod from Mabel confirmed her agreement with Pacifica's opinion. "…but I'd like you to shave the stubble on your chin. It always gives me a serious itchy rash."

"I don't see anything on your face." Mabel commented in puzzlement at the lack of said rash on Pacifica's face.

"No, the rash is… not there." Pacifica flushed crimson red and crossed her legs.

"Oh!" Dipper's eyes widened and guessed where the rash was. "Well… Sure! I'll shave until my chin is smooth every morning."

Mabel thought about where the rash could be for a few seconds and then squealed in surprise. She sat up and then shoved Dipper playfully.

"You scallywag! Those lips aren't for kissing!" She burst into giggles and her brother flushed.

"How so?" Pacifica raised an eyebrow. "You have never done that with Tom or other of your previous boyfriends?"

Dipper saw where the conversation was heading and nudged Pacifica to stop, but she pushed his hand off.

"Of course I have done that before, but it never caused me a rash! What were you two doing for Dipper to kiss you so hard?" Mabel bounced on her bed in excitement at the gossiping.

"Actually, it was kinda complicated. You see, I've a little vertigo so when Dipper stood up with my thighs on his shoulders and I was left hanging upside down, I may have pressed too hard his—" Pacifica began explaining her thoughts on why Dipper had kissed her so aggressively, when she was interrupted.

"Don't tell her that!" Dipper squeaked as his eyes widened in horror.

"Wow. Don't be ashamed, bro-bro! I don't know many people who can do the 'Strong man's exclusive' posture!" Mabel's eyebrows rose in surprise and gaped at her brother in slight amusement. "I myself have done it only twice for example!" She shrugged and caused Dipper's eyes to bulge out.

"I didn't need to know that!" He groaned in frustration and buried his face in his hands, trying his best not to picture his twin sister doing what Pacifica and he did the last weekend.

"Fiiiine. Mabel and I won't talk about that anymore. Don't get upset." Pacifica giggled and patted his back, but she also made a gesture to Mabel letting her know that they would talk about the details later in private and the brunette replied with an OK gesture discreetly.

Whenever they had a chance for gossiping, Pacifica talked about Dipper and Mabel talked about her current boyfriend. They discussed and compared experiences, reactions and positions. Later, they put them to the test with their partner, achieving great success most of the times, but they never told them where the sudden sexual creativity came from. Pacifica was more than certain that Dipper wouldn't like to know that most of the things she did to him and he almost begged her to repeat actually came from Mabel's own experiences.

"C'mon, Dipper! It was a compliment!" The cheerful brunette tried to poke Dipper's face through the gaps between his fingers. Dipper ended up chuckling and pushing her hand off, removing his own hands from his face.

"Alright. It's your turn now, Mabel." Dipper smiled mischievously and his sister feigned a gasp of fright. He giggled once more and began to ponder what he might not know of his twin sister. He didn't have to think much. "You know I'm going to the west coast and Pacifica is going to the east one so… who are you gonna accompany to college?" He raised an eyebrow and pointed at himself discreetly.

Mabel's eyes widened and hid her hands in her pockets as she began fidgeting with whatever she found in them in anxiety. The brunette was about to open her mouth when she was interrupted.

"Bah, that's a very stupid question, Dipper." Pacifica waved her hand. "Mabel's is obviously coming with me to the fashion college and learn clothing design." She shrugged. "I'll do dresses and she'll do sweaters."

"Why? There is a very good culinary college right next to mine and Mabel loves cooking." He supported his own point.

The couple first glanced at each other and then stared at the brunette expectantly. Both Dipper and Pacifica wanted the same thing: Someone to go with them to college as they would be alone and miles apart from each other. Since Mabel loved all the arts and crafts related subjects, they hoped the cheerful girl would accompany at least one of them.

Mabel sighed and pulled her hands out of her pockets, playing with her thumbs nervously.

"I'm… not going to the west coast…"

"Woohoo! Girls club!" Pacifica pumped her fist jubilantly and Dipper's shoulders slumped.

"…and I'm not going to the east coast either." She concluded and lowered her head.

Pacifica looked at her quizzically and then she shared a look with Dipper. His grades were spectacular, her grades were great, but Mabel's were very regular. They nodded to each other and decided to help the brunette.

"Oh… Is it because of your grades? We could phone Ford. I'm sure a letter of recommendation from someone with twelve PhDs can help." Dipper tried to cheer his sister.

"No, Dipper it's—"

"What we need is the proper influence. Let my father do some phone calls and he'll get you into your dream college." Pacifica reassured and patted Mabel's knee from Dipper's former bed. "Where do you want to go?"

"I'm not going to college!" Mabel blurted out and then sat back on her bed.

Pacifica's eyes widened but Dipper was completely dumbfounded.

"Why?" Dipper asked more bluntly than he would have liked while his face frowned in anger. "Is this because of Tom?"

Mabel's shoulders slumped and she clenched her hands to the edge of her bed. Then, her voice came out in a mumble.

"No… Tom and I broke up last week."

Dipper kept his frown but Pacifica reacted differently. She got up from Dipper's bed and sat next to Mabel. The heiress drew her arm over her shoulders and hugged her, kissing her cheek while rocking her in her arms. The brunette smiled faintly but her posture was still depressed.

"I still don't see why you aren't going to college." He looked at his sister with a stern gaze and Pacifica gaped at Dipper's tactless remark.

"Dipper… I don't want to go to college. Studying is not my thing…" She sighed sadly and averted her brother's gaze.

"And what are you going to do then!? Do you know how limited you are nowadays without a Bachelor's degree!?" Dipper snapped and Mabel winced.

"Dipper…" Pacifica said in a warning tone and glared at him, since he wasn't apparently conscious of how he was talking to his sister.

"There is an arts & crafts store here in town." Mabel tried to support her point. "They don't pay much but I'll do cool stuff like crafting key chains, miniatures, small jewelry and they make carpets and sweaters too! They even have a glitter gun and—" She was saying with sparkling eyes of excitement but Dipper interrupted her.

"I can't believe you want to throw your life down the toilet like that." Dipper said all of the sudden and Mabel was left slack-jawed, feeling as if she had been stabbed in the back.

"Dipper!" Pacifica snapped and her eyes widened.

"Why don't you apply for an art college and then work in whatever store you want?" He demanded.

"But… I'll be working now on what I love! That's what matters in the end, isn't it?" Mabel mumbled and sighed sadly.

Mabel knew this day would come eventually. The day when Dipper and her would argue because of their different futures, but she had hoped her brother would be more understanding.

"What matters in the end is whether you have a diploma or not!" Dipper slammed his fist on the nightstand.

Mabel lowered her head and saw no point in continuing the argument. She felt her eyes welling up and sniffed a couple of times to hold back her tears. Every time she breathed her chest ached painfully. The no longer cheerful brunette squeezed Pacifica in search for some solace.

The heiress had had enough of the situation. She couldn't bear seeing her best friend so hurt and she scowled at her boyfriend.

"I can't believe you just said that. You are just like my father used to be." She hissed.

Dipper's eyes widened and felt as if he had been punched in the stomach.

"Don't compare me to him. Your father is the worst person I've ever known, and I'm not using a bell on Mabel." He hissed back spitefully.

Pacifica gasped and stood up, threatening Dipper with her index finger.

"At least my father can come to his senses when you reason with him. You are just sitting there without listening at your twin sister!"

Dipper stood up too and faced Pacifica.

"Oh, I'm listening to her. She wants to give up her studies and follow her childish hobby. What, you want me to let her do something so stupid?" He replied sarcastically.

"Something so stupid!?" She repeated his words as her eyes widened in disbelief. "I also gave up on my extra studies to follow my hobby! Am I stupid then, you big, dumb idiot?" Pacifica snapped and jabbed Dipper's chest with her finger.

"If I'm such an idiot why are we even dating?" He slapped her hand away and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Oh, you won't have to worry about that anymore because we are f—"

"Wait, wait! What are you doing!?" Mabel cried from her bed.

Dipper and Pacifica stopped their argument on the spot and looked at Mabel. She had a stream of tears rolling down her cheeks.

"You c-can't do this! You are t-the only couple I ever m-managed to get t-together! If you break up I'll be a t-total failure as m-matchmaker! I c-can't lose that too, I'm already a t-total failure in l-love… I-I…" Her voice was drowned in sobs.

Pacifica was completely dumbfounded at the sight before her. In her eyes, Mabel was the most cheerful person in the world and she had never in her life seen her sobbing before. Pacifica didn't feel mad at Dipper anymore. She didn't even remember why they were arguing in the first place. The heiress looked at Dipper to see his reaction. He was still frowning, but Pacifica knew by the look in his eyes that now the frown was for a complete different reason. She reached for his forearm crossed over his chest and patted it.

"What am I doing…?" Dipper sighed and dropped his arms. "I'm a huge idiot. Slap me on the face and hard." He demanded.

"Only if you call me stupid first." She gave him a faint smile.

"You're snobbishly stupid." Dipper said and braced for a soft slap from his girlfriend's delicate hands.

Pacifica slapped him so hard it resounded on the room.

"Ah—Ouch! How did you do that?" His eyes widened as he rubbed the red handprint on his face.

"I've been squeezing the ball Mabel gave me for the cramps." Pacifica shrugged.

The couple giggled and turned to Mabel. Pacifica grabbed her hands and pulled her up, bringing the sad brunette into a tight embrace. Dipper wrapped his arms around both girls and hugged them too. Mabel gave a mixture of a whimper and a happy sigh and calmed her sobbing after a few sniffs.

"I'm sorry, Mabel. Of course I support you." He reached for her shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "How couldn't I do it after all the times you have supported me? You've been always there for me and I… I was hoping you'd come with me through college too but… if that's what you want, then I'll be with you when you tell mom and dad." Dipper sighed and pecked her cheek.

"They had known for a month. In fact, mom told me about the store when I told them." Mabel smiled faintly.

"Oh." Dipper chuckled and realized it was him whom she had been afraid of telling about her decision. "That's… great! I could use a cool keychain to show off or some small jewelry to gift my I-hope-she-still-wants-to-be-girlfriend." He raised his head and looked at Pacifica.

The heiress gave him a distinctive look and he knew what that specific look meant. She wasn't happy about what had just happened between them and they would have to talk seriously about it, but they wouldn't do it with Mabel around. Especially not with Mabel like that. Dipper had a feeling they were going to yell a lot.

"You guys will come back to Gravity Falls every summer break and visit me, right?" Mabel asked and raised her head to look at them.

"Every summer break and Christmas." Dipper reassured with a squeeze, although he didn't look at Pacifica.

"And spring breaks too." The heiress added, even though she didn't look at Dipper.

Mabel noticed the tense ambience and squirmed. The brunette hoped she hadn't accidentally done any unrepairable damage to the relationship.

"You two know how special is what you have, right?" She murmured and lowered her head again.

"Yes." Dipper muttered.

"Of course." Pacifica sighed.

"My brother and my best friend… together for five years now!" Mabel chirped happily and buried her face between them. "In the last five years all I had has been failed romances after failed romances but, every time I saw how happy you two were, I knew there had to be someone out there waiting for me too. But… after so many failed attempts I don't know what to think anymore…" She sighed and squeezed them between her arms.

"C'mon Mabel. Don't be silly." Dipper chuckled and nudged her with his body. "True, I was very lucky—"

"We were very lucky." Pacifica corrected him.

"Right, sorry. We were very lucky to find love so young but… seriously? There are thousands of guys out there who would love to date you! You are bound to like one eventually. It's simple math." He shrugged and smiled at his twin.

"Maybe you're right." Mabel perked up progressively. "There has to be one guy—No, what am I saying? More than one guy out there for me!" She laughed happily and the three teens parted the embrace to look at each other.

"Guys, and also girls." Pacifica nudged Mabel playfully and waggled her eyebrows.

"Oh! Now that you mention it, I'm not sure I ever passed that phase completely." The cheerful brunette cupped her own chin deep in thought at the range of possibilities. She scanned the room absently until her eyes landed on Pacifica. Then she reached for the heiress' breast and cupped it through the dress. "Beep-Boop!" She sounded as she gave it two squeezes.

"Hey!" Pacifica slapped Mabel's hand away and flushed. "What are you doing!?"

"Sorry, sis-sis. I had to check something out." She giggled.

"Really, Mabel?" Dipper raised an eyebrow at his sister.

"Yup! No wonders you want to land your hands there at all times, bro-bro." The brunette cupped her own chest for comparison. "They're like… two times bigger than mine!" She giggled.

Dipper made a clear picture in his mind of Mabel's naked breasts then and covered his face with his hands.

"Again with the stuff I don't want to picture in my mind…" He groaned.

"It's good to see you are back being weird and fun, sister." Pacifica chuckled and ignored her boyfriend. She reached for Mabel and hugged her again.

Mabel never denied a hug, let alone one coming from Pacifica. She wrapped her arms around her and let the heiress squeeze her. However, Pacifica kept tightening the grip until the brunette winced.

"Ah—Oh! Paz-Paz, not so hard!" She squeaked.

Pacifica smiled mischievously and whispered into her ear.

"If you go again for my boobs, I'll tell Dipper what you did in his bed with your boyfriend last Christmas, got it?"

"Uh…" Mabel's eyes bulged out and she paled. Dipper wouldn't simply forgive her that. "I—um… sure! I got it!"

"Good." Pacifica parted from the hug and went to squeeze Dipper's shoulder, trying to get him out of 'hand-town'.

Mabel looked at the scene and suddenly chirped.

"Speaking of blackmail! I brought my scrapbooks! Look!" The cheerful brunette reached into her bag and fished out an album. She sat on her bed and patted on it for the couple to accompany her.

Pacifica pulled at Dipper to get him up and he groaned, knowing the more than probable content of the scrapbook. They sat one at each side of Mabel and looked at the scrapbook on her lap. Mabel opened the first page and made an 'Aww' sound. The first section was about their fourteenth birthday. Dipper and Mabel had delayed that year their birthday party and Pacifica had celebrated hers earlier so that the three of them could have it on the same day. All the pictures brought wonderful memories to the trio of teens, but there was one that caught Dipper's attention over the rest.

When the time to cut the cake had come, he had taken a slice and shoved it into Pacifica's face. The picture showed him bursting into giggles, Pacifica displaying a surprised chocolate-covered face and Mabel burying her own face in the cake to gorge herself. Dipper stopped looking at the picture and fixed his eyes on Pacifica.

Mabel turned the page and showed their fifteen years when they stopped having sleepovers and hanged out most afternoons in their house instead. Pacifica smiled at the memories of when Mabel and she dressed up in silly costumes. Then, her eyes landed on a very special picture. The heiress had to admit Mabel knew how to capture a moment with her camera. Dipper and Pacifica appeared curled up in the couch with a blanket over them. She was hugging his chest and resting her face on it, drooling while sleeping. Dipper had her wrapped in his arms and he was giving her a peck on the scalp. Pacifica sighed and remembered how she always fell deeply asleep in his arms with a sensation of protection and bliss. She raised her eyes from the picture and looked at Dipper.

The couple stared into each other's eyes and smiled warmly. He didn't feel like bickering once they had some privacy. Pacifica didn't want to yell at him when Mabel left. They understood one another's feelings on the spot even though they hadn't said anything, because their eyes already said a great deal. Dipper and Pacifica unspokenly agreed not to argue that day. They unspokenly agreed never to argue again. Dipper reached for her hand behind Mabel and Pacifica grabbed it, giving it a squeeze. Then they returned their eyes to the scrapbook.

Mabel turned the page and they reached their sixteens but, when she was about to reach the summer, she made a 'Whoops!' and skipped a page. Pacifica snatched the scrapbook from the brunette's hands to open the page she had skipped.

"Really? You promised you'd get rid of this picture!" Pacifica ripped the page off the scrapbook and grabbed a picture where she was with the bed sheets risen up to her neck and flushing crimson red, and Dipper was next to her with the same bed sheets covering his lower-body as he screamed at the photographer, who was undoubtedly Mabel.

"That didn't count! I had my fingers crossed behind my back!" Mabel giggled.

Pacifica rolled her eyes and crumpled up the embarrassing picture into a ball, throwing it into the trashcan afterwards. On the other hand, Dipper's eyes had been bulging out for some time. He remembered when Mabel had taken that picture and he knew then that the picture had been in his sister's power for almost a year now.

"I can't believe it! You always go back to the sex!" He chuckled and drank all the soda in his plastic cup in one go. "I could use something stronger for tonight." He muttered in a half joking fashion.

"Well… I guess it's time to show you what I brought for the party then." The heiress fished out a wine bottle from her bag and held it out.

Mabel gasped and looked at the couple.

"You guys drink?"

"We don't." Dipper shook his head and looked quizzically at Pacifica. "What's that for?"

"I thought we could give it a try and celebrate we have just finished high school." Pacifica smiled sheepishly, uncertain about how her idea would be received.

Dipper looked at Mabel for confirmation and the brunette shrugged.

"Yeah, why not."

"Alright then." Dipper grabbed the bottle and filled his plastic cup up to the brim. Then he smelled the red wine and recoiled at the sour scent. Dipper wasn't sure he was going to enjoy that.

"What are you doing?" Pacifica raised an eyebrow at him.

"Um… I actually don't know." Dipper smiled sheepishly.

"You're crazy if you expect to drink all of that by yourself." She chuckled and took the cup from his hands, diving the contents of Dipper's cup into their three plastic cups. "Pass me the soda." She gestured to Mabel and the brunette handed her the bottle. Pacifica refilled the three cups mixing a third of red wine with soda. Then, she handed the cup back to Dipper.

Dipper smelled his cup again. It now smelled like soda but with a faint sour scent. He took a sip of the drink and coughed, but it didn't taste as bad as he had expected.

"It's… not bad. What do you call this?" He asked curiously.

"My father calls it tinto de verano." Pacifica shrugged and took a sip herself. Her nose wrinkled up at the sour taste and she added more soda ease her drink.

"Tinto what thingy?" Mabel asked with a confused expression on her face.

"It's a foreign drink I learned one of those times I went on a trip to Europe with my parents. I think the translation is 'summer red wine' or something like that." Pacifica smiled proudly of her language knowledge and her international experiences.

Mabel took a sip from the drink and frowned. She stuck out her tongue in disgust and fished out a sugar dispenser from her pocket to sweeten her drink. Then, she realized the couple was staring at her very amusedly.

"What? You guys seriously didn't expect me to carry a sugar dispenser in my pockets just in case?" She grinned and Dipper and Pacifica laughed.

Mabel took another sip and this time she hummed appreciatively. She passed the dispenser to Dipper and he added some sugar to his cup. Then he took another sip and his eyes widened. Dipper tilted the cup up and drank it completely.

"This time it tasted much better!" He appreciated the sweet savor.

"Don't drink too much, Dork, or you'll get drunk." The heiress giggled and finished her cup without adding sugar.

"Eh, as long as I don't wake up tomorrow completely naked…" He joked and poured some wine in his cup to later fill it with more soda.

The night was a blur for the three teens. Pacifica had some resistance against alcohol since she usually drank a sip of champagne in her family's feasts. Mabel had her stomach overstuffed in food and the alcohol didn't affect her much. On the other hand, Dipper's tolerance was zero and his stomach was barely filled up, so he was a complete different case.

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"Ugh… my head."

The boy woke up, narrowing his eyes at the sunlight coming through the triangular attic window. His temples were throbbing, his head ached and his mouth tasted terrible. In addition, his back hurt as if he had slept on the floor. He took a survey of his surroundings and realized he had indeed slept on the floor between both beds and that, much to his surprise, he was wearing his boxers only.

"Why did I say that last night?" He facepalmed since the last thing he remembered from last night was a comment about how clothed he would be when he woke up.

"Good morning, Dipper. Nice hat." Mabel giggled from her bed.

Dipper stood up with a moan and sat on the edge of Mabel's bed. He patted his head. It had been years since he had last wore his cap, but he had something on his head now. Two bumps of lacy silk and a strap. Dipper removed his 'hat' and his eyes widened when he realized it was Pacifica's bra. He had a quick glance at his bed where Pacifica was sleeping on her back, but she was fully clothed. The boy directed a very confused look at his sister.

"Yup, it's hers. Pacifica took it off through the neckline of her dress." Mabel explained with an expression of amusement on her face.

"And how did it end on my… Wait, you remember what happened last night?" He asked since in his mind it was all a blur.

"Of course I remember. You got pretty wild and drank half the wine bottle yourself." She pointed at the empty tinted bottle on the floor.

"Great…" He sighed. "Please, tell me I didn't do anything too stupid." He groaned and put on his flannel shirt.

"Well… do you want it in chronological order or in embarrassing order?" Mabel grinned, eager to see her brother's reactions at the comical night.

"Chronological, please. The last thing I remember is adding sugar to the drink." Dipper put on his jeans and lay next to Mabel on her bed, unwilling to wake Pacifica up. The sun was still making his temples throb, so he covered his face with her pillow.

"I stopped drinking when we ran out of sugar, but Pacifica and you kept emptying the bottle." She began explaining. "After the fifth cup you were confused and very… um… affectionate with me." Mabel giggled.

Dipper lifted the pillow from his face and looked at his sister in concern.

"You mean… I touched you or something?" He asked as his jaw fell open.

"No, no. You just said something like 'do that thing to my bottom lip, Princess' and kissed me on the neck. I guess you thought I was Pacifica." She pointed at her own neck right over the turtleneck of the sweater.

"Great." Dipper groaned and tried to smother himself with the pillow. "We never tell anyone about that."

"Agreed. You kiss pretty well though." She nudged him playfully.

"Let me rephrase: We never tell anyone about that, and we don't speak of it either. What did we do then?"

"Um…" Mabel rolled onto her back because her arm was beginning to feel numb under her own weight. "Oh, right. Pacifica began to yawn a lot and I was sleepy too, so we seized the beds. There were only two pillows and Pacifica wanted yours to sleep so you asked for her bra in return, saying how big and warm and soft her breasts are and how you would love to—"

"Mabel! Please, spare me those details." Dipper removed the pillow from his face to look at her with a frustrated face.

"Sorry, bro-bro." Mabel giggled.

On the other bed, Pacifica snorted in her sleep and rolled onto her side.

"When you got the bra," Mabel continued. "you stood in the middle of the bedroom and took off all your clothes except for the boxers, and put the bra on your head. Then you said you were a superhero!" Mabel covered her mouth to muffle her snickering.

"What superhero?"

"Booby McTitties." Mabel burst into laughter and Dipper giggled a little.

"What happened next?" He asked now with a sudden interest and an amused expression on his face.

"Pacifica asked you to show her your superpowers and you pounced on her to do some motorboating through her dress." She giggled and flushed slightly.

"Motorboating…?" Dipper raised an eyebrow since he didn't know the slang.

"How to explain it…" Mabel snatched her own pillow from Dipper's hands. "Imagine this is her boobs. You did this." Mabel buried her face into the pillow and rocked her face from side to side very quickly while doing a 'brrrrr' sound with her mouth.

Dipper's eyes bulged out and he looked at Pacifica. She was still snoring slightly.

"I… I'd like to do that again and remember it this time." He admitted and flushed crimson red.

"You wanna give her another rash with the stubble?" She teased her brother and nudged him playfully.

"Now that you mention that, I seriously need to shave more often." Dipper commented, stroking his own jawline. "What happened after that?"

"You went to kiss her in the lips, but I think you were too dizzy by then, because you somehow poked her in the eye with your nose and she pushed you to the floor. Then you fell asleep." Mabel finished the story and pushed her pillow under her head to doze a little.

"Well, I don't know about you…" Dipper rubbed his aching neck and sat on the edge of her bed, pondering where there could be a spare pillow to have some decent sleep. "…but I'm not drinking another drop of alcohol in my whole life."

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[Chapter 6: Two Quite Difficult Propositions]

Warning: Suggestive sexual themes.

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The couple was about to be twenty two and they had just finished college. Pacifica suggested that they travelled to Europe and did some sightseeing that summer before their birthday, but Dipper stepped on her plan. He spent every last penny he had been saving in buying a special gift and renting for a week a house in a deserted beach for them to enjoy. Pacifica was slightly mad at first since she would have gladly paid for all the expenses, but they had barely seen each other during the last year of college and she was not about to argue about who had more money to spend. She wanted to enjoy her boyfriend.

Dipper had been thinking the whole last year about his future and he had made up his mind. He wanted to propose to the woman he loved and he did the whole house at the beach plan to do so. Dipper already knew Pacifica like the back of his hand, so he was aware of how much she loved a romantic scene. He had planned a perfect scenario for proposing and a couple of back-up plans just in case. The first night he set his plan in motion.

However, he failed to have in mind a very important factor and it was Pacifica herself.

Dipper set up the table for dinning: A long red tablecloth, a couple of candles to add romanticism and, to top it all, her favorite meal. He had cooked salmon and did some sugary milkshake in a blender. Pacifica smiled broadly at the surprise dinner and they sat in front of each other to begin eating their meals.

His plan was very simple but effective. Dipper had hidden the box with the engagement ring under her napkin and he had made sure to leave the salmon very greasy, hoping that Pacifica would eventually need to use her napkin and then he would rejoice in her surprised face when she saw the box. However, Pacifica was very skilled with the fork and she had no need to use her napkin to clean neither her mouth nor her hands. Dipper smiled, since he had also thought about that. The blender was tricked. Whenever Pacifica would lift it to pour some milkshake on her glass, the handle would detach from the blender and milkshake would spill and stain the tablecloth. Then, Pacifica would apologize and try to clean up the mess with her napkin, hence revealing the box. Dipper thought he had covered all the possibilities, but his plan was failing terribly. Pacifica was only drinking water. She was ignoring the blender and they were already almost done with the meal.

Dipper drummed his fingers on the table and became restless.

"Perhaps you should use your napkin. The fish is a little greasy." He commented nonchalantly.

"Nah. I'll just wash my mouth at the sink when we are finished." The heiress shrugged and continued eating the salmon.

Dipper frowned and began to ponder a different course of action, realizing that his plan was not as infallible as he had deemed. Finding no other alternatives, he went for the blender trick.

"Why don't you try some of my milkshake? I've been perfecting the recipe for the whole last year." Dipper suggested, raising an eyebrow.

Pacifica looked at him curiously with a slight blush on her cheeks, and she left her fork on the table.

"Sure. You didn't have to do the play on words though." She shrugged and got under the tablecloth.

"What play on words?"

Dipper didn't see what his girlfriend was doing under the table due to the long red tablecloth, so he relied on his other senses. He felt how Pacifica unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his zipper.

"Wait, what are you—PACIFICA!" Dipper yelped loudly and clenched to the table as he felt very vividly what she was doing.

Pacifica would like to giggle at her boyfriend's reaction, but at the moment her mouth was filled, her tongue was swirling and flicking repeatedly, and she intended to have her throat swallowing soon all of Dipper's milkshake.

On the other hand, Dipper was doing a tremendous effort to overcome pleasure and grab the square box. He snatched it from the table and, with a shaking hand, he hid it in his flannel shirt pocket, considering that it would not be an appropriate time to propose to her in matrimony. Then, he gave in to pleasure completely, groaning and quivering at every single bob of Pacifica's head. Once she was finished, she poked her head through the tablecloth to have a look at her boyfriend.

"Wow, Dipper! That was a lot and… very quick." She giggled as she wiped her mouth clean with the back of her hand.

"Well, I um… You see ah… We haven't seen each other since Christmas and we didn't do anything then so…" He began babbling as his face flushed in embarrassment due to his lack of stamina.

"Don't worry, Dork. It's also been almost a year for me." Pacifica smiled and traced a kissing line down his happy trail, disappearing under the tablecloth again.

"Oh my gosh…" Dipper moaned as he felt her reawakening him very effectively.

"And you recovered even quicker!" She praised him under the table. "Now that you are ready for another round, go get the chocolate syrup and come back naked. I want my dessert." Pacifica concluded sultrily.

Dipper stood up from the chair so quickly that Pacifica hit her head with the table. He rushed to the kitchen, taking off his clothes and pushing the idea of proposing to Pacifica to another moment when they weren't so frisky.

Pacifica giggled as she saw her naked boyfriend running out of the room. She stood up and rubbed the back of her head where she had hit herself, noting mentally never to do that again under a table. Then she examined herself for any collateral damage of their previous activity. Dipper had shot quite a bit after all. Happy after seeing that nothing had landed on her new dress, she went to pour herself some milkshake in a glass to take away the taste from her mouth. Pacifica didn't mind giving her boyfriend a surprise now and then, but she didn't do it precisely for the flavor. However when she lifted the blender, the jar slipped from the handle and fell on the table, spilling the milkshake all over her dress.

"Great. This dress was new!" She groaned and slumped on the chair. She dipped a finger into a puddle on the table and stuck it into her mouth. "I've to give it to him though. This tastes pretty good."

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The next day in the morning Dipper had a back-up plan ready for action. He knew Pacifica was going to wash her hair today after the mess they had done yesterday night with the food. While she was in the shower, he intended to get a few bouquets of roses he had hidden in several drawers and do a trail of red rose petals in front of the bathroom door. Pacifica would get out of the bathroom tossing her long full locks of blonde hair with a golden sheen in that beautiful way she always did, she would follow the trail of red petals and then see him kneeling with a bouquet of red roses in one hand and the engagement ring box in the other. Dipper thought the plan could only be more perfect if she hadn't cut her hair early that year. Pacifica had started her last college year with her usual hip-length blonde hair and had ended it with a bra-strap-length hair, much to Dipper's disappointment since he loved her long blonde mane.

Dipper failed again to consider a very important factor, and it was the bathroom this time.

Pacifica walked next to him in her bathrobe and crossed the bathroom door, closing it behind. Dipper jumped up from the couch and rushed to the drawers where the bouquets were hidden. However, when he was halfway through the room, the bathroom door opened and Pacifica poked her head around it. Dipper staggered in surprise and fell to the floor with a grunt.

"Dipper? Are you alright?" She asked with a mixture of amusement and concern.

"Y-yes! I was just… I actually don't know what I was going to do." He chuckled and stood up, rubbing his head. "Is there something wrong with the bathroom?" He asked, since of the two bathrooms the house had, he hadn't entered in that one yet.

"It's good. Have you seen how big the bathtub is?" Pacifica asked with surprised expression on her face.

"Um… no. How big is it?" Dipper asked absently, waiting desperately for her to get back into the bathroom so that he could begin pulling petals out of roses and spreading them through the floor.

Pacifica measured him with her gaze and then looked back at the bathtub.

"Big enough. Wanna wash my hair and then lather up the rest?" She asked sultrily and let her bathrobe slide to the floor and exposed her full nudity.

Dipper's eyes bulged out and he blew off all the air from his lungs. It had been his fantasy to do that ever since they had shared a bathtub in their swimsuits when they were twelve. Even though his sexual fantasy had arrived ten years later, he was not about to deny it, considering that he now had way more Pacifica to wash. He quickly opened a drawer and tossed the box with the ring inside.

"What was that?" Pacifica saw him.

"The phone." He lied and pushed her gently into the bathroom.

That night Dipper couldn't sleep. The previous afternoon when they had finally left the bathroom, he had done a quick furtive check on the bouquets. Most of the flowers had begun to spoil in the summer heat and he wouldn't be able to repeat the plan tomorrow. He had rented the house for seven days and they were on day three, so he was halfway through the vacation without any progress and running out of plans to propose to her in matrimony. Dipper rolled onto his side and examined her naked back while she slept. Pushing his lust aside, he thought it was the most beautiful sight in the world and he would love to see that every day. Dipper absently placed his hand on Pacifica's naked thigh and stroked her skin very softly, moving his hand towards her side and finally sliding it under her arm to caress her belly. The heiress shuddered in pleasure at the goosebumps on her skin and rolled over to face him.

"Sorry, did I wake you up?" Dipper apologized and pecked her forehead.

"It's alright." Pacifica yawned and snuggled closer. "Something wrong, Dipper?" She whispered and pressed her breasts against his chest.

Dipper wrapped her in his arms and cuddled her.

"No." He lied. "Why?"

"You usually fall asleep pretty quickly when we spoon together." She saw through the lie and rested her hands on his chest to part from the embrace slightly and stare at him.

Dipper pondered for a good half-truth to tell her so that she didn't spoil the lifetime surprise. Then, he tucked one finger under her chin and tilted her head upwards.

"I was just thinking about how to make you smile tomorrow." He replied warmly.

Pacifica gave a happy sigh and kissed him.

"I'd like something tasty for breakfast."

"Consider it done." He reassured happily, since he had a back-up plan that involved breakfast.

The heiress smiled and buried her face into his chest to land a peck on his breastbone. Dipper cuddled her a little and then began stroking her hair lovingly, waiting for her to fall asleep so that he could think about what to cook for breakfast.

"You can't sleep?" Pacifica asked after a while.

"Huh? No, I'm a little restless." He admitted and stopped stroking her hair.

"I can help." She gave him a smile.

"Are you gonna sing me a lullaby or something like that?" Dipper asked with a slight amusement.

"Maybe later. Now, I had another thing in mind." Pacifica replied sultrily. "Let me give you a hand with that restlessness." She placed her hand on his belly and followed the trail of hair downwards.

"Oh!"

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The next morning Dipper made sure to wake up way earlier than Pacifica. He put on his jeans and got into the kitchen. After opening all the kitchen cupboards and drawers and having a look inside the fridge, he found that the kitchen was very well supplied. Dipper pondered for a few minutes what to cook for her, and then a memory struck his mind. He still remembered Pacifica's surprised face when she was thirteen and had tasted his mother's apple pie for the first time, and he also knew the recipe. Dipper smiled broadly and began cooking while humming a song happily. However, he was not going to gamble everything on a single card, so he also cooked a few more alternatives.

His plan was rather simple this time. He would bring her breakfast to bed in a tray and propose to her once she was done. Dipper frowned, since it wasn't as good as the previous two ideas, but he was running out of time. It was their third day in the house and they would have to leave the seventh. He was determined to propose to her that morning no matter what. He considered Pacifica would have already run out of libido after yesterday.

Sadly for him, he was all but correct.

Dipper put all the food on a tray and walked back to the bedroom. When he opened the door, Pacifica sat up on bed and rubbed her eyes while yawning. Dipper stopped on his tracks and gulped. The sunlight entering through the windows was framing Pacifica's naked form, her blonde hair cascading over her pale breasts giving her a most entrancing sight. Dipper shook his head to push those thoughts away and placed the tray on the bed next to her.

"Is that for me?" She smiled happily at the idea of breakfast in bed.

"Yup." He reciprocated the smile and began pointing at the items on the tray. "Orange juice, eggs, some bacon, pancakes aaaaaand…" Dipper lifted a napkin which was covering a plate. "Your favorite: Apple pie."

Pacifica squealed in delight and placed the tray on her lap. She went straight away for the apple pie and moaned in pleasure when she swallowed a slice of it.

"Oh my gosh, Dipper. It's just like your mom's! Try it out!" She held out a slice for him.

Dipper had been about to kneel but he stopped and looked at the slice. Cooking so many meals had got him hungry. He shrugged and decided it would be better to propose to her with a full stomach. He opened his mouth and Pacifica shoved the slice inside. Dipper chewed it for a while and hummed appreciatively, although in his own critic opinion he had added too much sugar, but it had definitely whetted his appetite. Dipper sat in front of Pacifica on bed and gestured for permission to attack the bacon.

"Of course. Don't expect me to eat all of this by myself." Pacifica put the tray between the two of them and drank some orange juice to help the apple pie travel down her throat.

Both of them began devouring the food on the tray happily. Dipper was stealing a few glances at her naked form now and then, getting constantly distracted. After the third time he had failed to put the fork in his mouth and had hit his cheeks instead with the bacon, Pacifica noticed where the problem was and giggled.

"You've a serious boob obsession, Dork." Pacifica smiled and raised the bed sheets up to her neck.

"Is that a bad thing?" Dipper asked, being finally able to lift his gaze from her chest.

"Not anymore." She shrugged and continued eating.

Thankful that Pacifica had hidden her charms so that he didn't get any more distracted, Dipper resumed eating their breakfast. Once they were finished, Pacifica lay back on bed patting her belly with a satisfied smile and Dipper set the tray on the nightstand. He thought that her smile was completely gorgeous and, even though it hadn't been the original goal of bringing her breakfast to bed, he was happy with the results nonetheless. Dipper tapped his pocket to feel the square box and stood up from bed to get ready.

"Wait. Don't leave yet." Pacifica got on her knees on the bed and patted the edge. "Sit down. I have a surprise for you."

The bed sheets had slid down her body again when she knelt up and her naked body gave Dipper an even more entrancing sight than before. He gulped and sat on the edge of the bed without hesitation, delaying proposing to her after her surprise.

"Uh… a surprise?" He commented and toyed with the box inside his pocket. "What a coincidence…"

Pacifica crawled on bed and draped her arms around his neck from behind, pressing her ample breasts on his back and causing Dipper's eyes to widen at the amount of physical contact. "Open the top drawer in the nightstand." She whispered into his ear.

Dipper's shaking hand opened the drawer and picked up a small medicine box. Then he read the label and the box almost fell from his hands.

"B-birth control pills?"

"Yup. I've been taking them for a month now. Forget about the condoms, I wanna feel… everything." She nuzzled her face on his neck as her hands moved down his belly and slid into his jeans.

Dipper couldn't believe what he was hearing and felt the need to scream for very mixed reasons. He cursed inwardly and pushed her hands off his neck gently as he stood up.

"I-I-I-I need to do something first!" He blurted out and rushed to the bathroom, leaving a dumbfounded Pacifica kneeling on bed.

Once he closed the door behind, Dipper grabbed a towel and buried his face into it. Then he screamed at the top of his lungs in frustration at his inability to propose to the woman he loved in matrimony. When he was done venting, he opened a drawer to hide the ring box in it and concluded in thinking about another plan later. His jeans felt too tight at the moment and the solution was waiting for him on their bed.

By noon Pacifica finally got off Dipper and collapsed on her side, panting to regain her breath as their mixed fluids leaked out of her and pooled on the mattress. Overcome by the strong sensation she felt every time Dipper ejaculated inside her and how her whole body tingled in pleasure, she hadn't stopped enjoying her boyfriend in all morning, and that had left her exhausted. The heiress sighed in bliss and decided to take a small nap to regain her strength. Dipper seized the opportunity to think about what to do. He put on his boxers with a wince, since his sensitive penis felt completely overused, and he left to the living room.

Nine years ago when Stan had begun training him physically, he had told him that a person does not simply workout for getting stronger. They have to do it for fun otherwise it is a burden rather than a benefit. He told Dipper to find a daily activity he could mix with some physical exercises and then try it out. Dipper pondered about it for a while and soon found out the perfect activity. He began working-out whenever he needed to think deeply about something, and he had been doing so these last nine years, achieving the body he desired and also drove Pacifica crazy. He called it 'workout to work out a problem' and he decided to do that now.

Dipper lay flat on his back and placed his hands behind his head. He bent his knees and planted his feet on the floor. Then he began lifting his shoulders and upper back off the floor as he tightened his undeveloped abs, lowering his back after holding the position for a second. He had never managed to get the grasp of that exercise and in consequence he hadn't got any results on his belly, but that was also his main reason to always start by it. He repeated the exercise several times while pondering what had gone wrong.

"Why every time I try proposing to her we end up in bed? It's like the weirdest curse in the world." Dipper frowned and bit his lower lip. "I can't complain though." He giggled to himself.

Remembering perfectly well why he had never managed to achieve a six-pack, Dipper switched to another exercise since his abdominals were already aching. He lay facing the floor and began raising his body by pressing down on his hands. He did this exercise easily thanks to his developed chest and arms, so he relaxed and thought about what other back-up plans he had.

"Food related plans are a no go. I could try again something with petals but it'd be a shame that they spoiled again." He thought aloud and drew one arm to his back to do the push-ups using only one arm with a proud smile. "Maybe the problem is that these plans weren't romantic enough. I need to think something bigger." He switched to the other arm. "And more importantly, something that doesn't end up with Pacifica on top of me."

Happy with the familiar feeling in his arms and chest, Dipper changed the exercise. His legs needed some attention too, so he leaned against a wall and squatted down until his knees were bent ninety degrees with his shins vertical to the ground. He held the position for a while and then rose to rest a little and repeat again.

"This is very weird. It's as if whenever I want to propose, Pacifica does one of my old fantasies, but I never told her about them." Dipper began to tap his own chin while holding the position. "Nah, I just need to keep trying, and if that were the case I don't have many more fantasies left anyway." He shrugged.

Feeling how his legs complained at the position, Dipper switched again to his arms. He walked up to the doorframe and raised himself on his arms by pulling up against the top of the frame.

"Next time I propose it'll be in a public place." He concluded and continued doing pull-ups.

Back at the bedroom, Pacifica woke up and stretched on bed. She had a look at the clock on the nightstand and gasped. It was almost two in the afternoon and she hadn't even left bed yet. The heiress jumped out of the mattress and put on a bathrobe to cover her nudity. Then she picked up the tray with the plates and walked to the kitchen. However, halfway through the corridor the tray slipped from her hands and fell to the floor. Luckily, nothing broke.

"Oh my gosh, Dipper…" Pacifica muttered with her eyes bulging out at the sight before her.

Her boyfriend was doing pull-ups before her on the door frame wearing only his boxers. His sweat-covered skin was glistening, accentuating his muscles which were already bulging out from the effort. Pacifica gawked stupidly and felt a need increasing between her legs.

"Oh! Uh… Hi, Pacifica." Dipper stopped doing the pull-ups and rubbed his neck awkwardly, aware of how much he was sweating. He tried to find something to clean himself slightly to no avail.

Pacifica walked up to him and rested her hands on his fairly developed pecs to feel them burning in her palms.

"Bedroom! Now! And you top!" She blurted out, deciding maybe it was not too soon to leave bed.

"Wait, let me take a shower first." Dipper pushed her hands off gently and walked past her towards the bathroom.

His strong scent accentuated by the sweat reached Pacifica's nostrils and she shuddered in pleasure.

"Definitely not. C'mere and take me, you dirty dork." She said sultrily and reached for his boxers to pull them down to his ankles

Pacifica dropped her bathrobe to match his nudity and jumped at him, placing her arms around his neck and wrapping her legs around his waist. Dipper lifted her up by seizing a good hold of her naked butt and groaned in pleasure when she bit down on the crook of his neck in response. Forgetting all his concern about his hygiene, Dipper rushed to the bedroom to fill her up with pleasure.

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Dipper turned on the shower to muffle his voice and then fished out his phone, dialing a number he knew by memory.

"Hey, Dipper! How are you doing?" Mabel chirped on the phone.

"Mabel, I need your help!" Dipper squeaked on the phone and looked warily towards the bathroom door. He had left Pacifica on the bed after another hour of wild and sweaty sex and he had sneaked into the bathroom with the excuse of taking a shower to finally wash the sweat off his body.

"Sure! Give me a sec to finish with the line of customers." Dipper heard her placing her phone on the table. "What cat-icature do you want? Whoa, that's so cool! I may need a bigger cat though. Anyways, it's a pretty good anniversary gift. Next! Oh my gosh, this is one of my favorite sweater designs! Yes, you press here on the bellybutton and the radio begins playing. Next!…"

Dipper couldn't help but smile broadly at hearing his sister manning the store. He had had his doubts at first when Mabel had told him she was giving up on her studies to work in an arts & crafts store but she had proved to have a natural talent for that, even more so than Grunkle Stan with the Shack. Mabel had started as an employee and soon she had received promotion after promotion for her dedication and creativity. And from what Dipper was hearing through the phone, she was pretty successful.

"Aaaand we are closed." Mabel picked up the phone. "You've my complete attention now, bro-bro." She said happily.

"Isn't it too early to close the store? I wouldn't want you to get in trouble with the manager." Dipper expressed his concern on the phone.

"I don't know, let me check with her." Mabel giggled on the other end. "Hey Mabel, can I close early to talk with my silly brother? Of course, Mabel! You are the new store manager after all!" She chirped happily.

"Really!? Oh my gosh, Mabel! Congratulations!" He shouted in genuine happiness and then lowered his voice instantly as his eyes widened, since Pacifica couldn't know he was talking to his sister.

"Thanks! They say I'm the youngest store manager in the company." She commented happily. Dipper heard her sitting on a chair and fidgeting with something. "Um… What's that on the background? Is it raining there?" Mabel asked.

"No, it's the shower. What are you doing? I'm hearing weird noises." He asked quizzically.

"Oh, I'm fixing a glitter gun that got stuck this morning." She shrugged and then lowered her voice into a seductive whisper. "What are you wearing, handsome?"

"I'm only wearing my boxers actually—Mabel! I don't like those jokes!" Dipper facepalmed since he should have expected that one.

"Sorry, I couldn't resist" Mabel giggled. "Well, what did you call for?"

"Oh, right. I almost forgot. So… I wanna ask… P-Pacifica to m—" Dipper stammered in complete nervousness until he was interrupted.

Bang!

"Ptui! Cough! Argh! Ptui! Ptui!" Mabel coughed and spitted on the other end.

"Uh… Are you alright? I heard a bang." Dipper scratched his cheek in confusion.

"Yes! Ptui! I—uff! I just accidentally shot myself in the face with the glitter gun." She coughed again. "It definitely works now."

Dipper chuckled at how random his twin was and relaxed on the phone.

"Well, what I tried to say is that I feel ready and I want to ask Pa—"

Bang!

"Whoops." Mabel sounded surprised on the other end.

"Did you just shot yourself on the face again?" Dipper asked with an amused smile.

"Maybe… But this time it was on purpose! Dipper, check out this picture! My hair covered in glitter is awesome!" She chirped on the phone.

Dipper's phone vibrated and he held it in front of himself to see the picture. Mabel was grinning from ear to ear and wearing a homemade sweater with the logo of the store. She had glitter all over her face and her hair was shining too.

"You look like a comic book villain." He chuckled.

"True, and that gives me an idea for this year's Summerween theme! Because you'll be back to Gravity Falls by Summerween, right?" Mabel asked pleadingly. "I know last summer you couldn't be here because you had to prepare your final year of college but—"

"Pacifica and I will be there in a week." Dipper interrupted her and smiled warmly. He missed his sister too.

"Cool! How is Paz-Paz treating you? Are you two enjoying living together? Alone? Without anyone interrupting you?" She said with emphasis and Dipper knew she was most certainly waggling her eyebrows.

"It's…a little rougher than I expected." Dipper rubbed his neck and realized much his whole body hurt. His shoulders and back were sore from being on top, and his hips and graced up chest were sore from being on the bottom. He noted mentally to ask Pacifica to slow down a little next time so that his hips didn't receive such a grinding abuse.

"Have you been applying yourself that aloe vera I gave you on the scratches?" Mabel asked, slightly concerned.

Dipper walked up to the mirror above the sink and had a look at his physical appearance. His bangs were plastered on his forehead with sweat due to his constant sexual activity. There were small bags under his eyes, since he no longer spent the night sleeping. There was a big hickey where Pacifica had bitten him down on the neck. He also had his chest completely graced up from the first time they had put to the test the birth control pills and she had allowed him to ejaculate inside her. His whole body was sore, but it was a good soreness and he was displaying a broad smile in consequence.

"Nah, it doesn't hurt that much anymore. I think she trimmed her fingernails or something." Dipper shrugged, answering her previous question. "I really need this shower though." He muttered so that his sister didn't hear him. "So… What I tried to tell you earlier…" He began saying slowly, waiting to hear another bang or something else that might interrupt him this time.

"Uh-huh." Mabel nodded on the other side.

"I'm planning to propose to Pacifica." He babbled.

"Say again?" She asked in complete awe.

"I'm going to ask her to marry me." Dipper repeated and flushed red.

"Oh my gosh!" Mabel chirped happily on the other end. "That's so beautiful, Dipper! You are marrying your childhood sweetheart! Your first love! She is so going to say yes!"

"I know…" Dipper sighed happily as his heart ached in a pleasurable way. "I want the proposal to be romantic but I can't think of a good scenario, so…" He left the question in the air, hoping for Mabel to catch it.

"Hmm… I'd like to be proposed by surprise, like the man coming out of a cake or something." Mabel pondered and then giggled. "That'd be so cool. I'd never see it coming!"

"I have neither the resources nor the kitchen for making a cake so big and, no offense, but I'm not coming out of a cake to propose to Pacifica." Dipper chuckled and denied the idea.

"None taken! Do you have a town nearby?" She asked.

"Yes."

"Take her to a romantic dinner." Mabel shrugged.

"Um… That didn't work but… she loved the dessert." He giggled nervously, the memory of how Pacifica had licked the chocolate off his naked body and how then she had poured some more on her breasts still vivid in his mind.

"Well… Does the town have a lake or a park or something like that?" She asked again.

"I… think so." He frowned and tried to remember the details about the town where they had bought the food.

"Then you know what to do. You have already done it before anyways." Mabel made a dramatic pause and Dipper felt the need to check if the call had somehow cut. "Boat trip!" Mabel chirped all of the sudden and scared her brother. Then she began to giggle after hearing him yelp.

"That's… Let's see… Public place, romantic, special for both of us…" He checked the list he had in his head. "Yes! It's perfect! Thanks, sister!"

"No problem, Dipper. I call bridesmaid by the way!" She yelled happily.

"You'll have to talk to her about that, but I'm pretty sure she's going to agree."

There was a knock on the door.

"Dipper, is everything alright in there? You've been taking a shower for twenty minutes!" Pacifica said from the other room.

Dipper was so startled the phone almost fell from his hands.

"Y-yes! Just a second! It's taking a while for the hot water to come out!" He replied and then frowned. "And it wasn't a play on words!" He added just in case.

"Is Paz-Paz there? I wanna talk to her! You think she'll like other colors for the bridesmaid dress aside from purple? I'd like orange." Mabel chirped on the phone.

"You can't ask her that! She'll know I'm going to propose to her!" Dipper hissed.

"Don't worry, bro-bro! I'll be discreet."

The door opened and Pacifica poked her head inside the bathroom.

"What's taking you so long?" She asked and then raised an eyebrow when she noticed Dipper talking on the phone instead of taking a shower.

"Uh… Mabel called while the water kept coming out cold and I lost track of time." He chuckled nervously and held out the phone. "You wanna talk to her?"

Pacifica walked up to him in her bathrobe and took the phone.

"Mabel?"

"Hi, Pacifica! So… hypothetical question! What colors do you like for dresses besides purple?" The cheerful brunette asked plainly.

"I like pink and lake foam green. Why?" The heiress looked at Dipper with a confused look and he shrugged.

"Nothing! Gotta go! Bye!" Mabel chirped and hung up the phone.

Pacifica was left slightly dumbfounded and left Dipper's phone on the sink.

"I think your sister wants to make me a sweater-dress mix."

"Probably." He exhaled deeply in relief.

"You know, we could shower together to save water." Pacifica smiled sultrily and pointed at the shower.

"I guess… but we only shower. My whole body is sore, especially what's in the boxers." He admitted and rubbed the back of his head.

"I'll give you a good massage later, especially to what's in the boxers." She waggled her eyebrows and displayed a mischievous smile, causing Dipper to smile nervously.

Pacifica took off her bathrobe and gasped when the hot water hit her naked back.

"Get in here, Dipper. The water is perfect!"

Dipper rolled his eyes and took off his boxers to join her.

"We are not going to do it." He repeated while lathering up his own body in shower gel.

"Of course not." Pacifica giggled and grabbed the soap. "Whoops!" She dropped the soap on purpose and bent over to grab it, bumping his penis with her butt.

"Really?" He raised an eyebrow and blushed at the sight before him.

"What? The soap just slipped from my hand." She said innocently. "Whoops! Again."

"Fine!" Dipper groaned and reached for her hips, earning a yelp from the heiress when he pressed her against the wall, spread her legs open and gave her what she had been looking for.

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Under the excuse of needing some more food supplies, Dipper convinced Pacifica to visit the town the next day. It was a coastal town whose most income came from tourists, so it had several entertaining places like a summer cinema, a small funfair, a park with rentable carriages and, just as Dipper had hoped, a big inland lake where boats could be rented. After he had the bags with the food inside the car, he suggested Pacifica to spend the rest of the day in town and she agreed with a smile.

First they had a look at the movie listing and decided not to watch any movie, since none where of their liking. Then they ate some hot dogs at the funfair and tried the Ferris wheel. When their seat stopped on top of the wheel, Dipper thought of proposing but discarded the idea quickly. It was romantic, but he wanted to kneel when he proposed. Later they tried to rent a carriage ride through the park, seeing how Pacifica's eyes sparkled at the idea but sadly all carriages were already rented. Dipper promised her they would try again tomorrow and went to the lake. Luckily for them, there was a small rowboat left.

Dipper rowed and guided the boat deep into the lake so that no one interrupted him with bad 'ex-wife' jokes. Once he considered they were isolated enough, Dipper left the rows and looked at Pacifica. She was staring absently at the water while dipping a hand in it. Then she turned her head at him and his heart skipped a beat when she fixed her deep blue eyes into his hazel ones. Dipper knew that was the moment.

"Pacifica—"

"Dipper I—"

They interrupted each other and flushed slightly.

"You first." Dipper allowed her to talk. 'If she proposes to me first I'm going to die of both happiness and embarrassment.' He thought and fidgeted with the box inside his pocket.

"Dipper I have to tell you something…" Pacifica sighed and fished out the Journal with a pine tree mark from her jacket pocket. "I got this from your room last Christmas and I kinda managed to… well, read it."

"Oh." He felt a slight disappointed and then his eyes widened. "Wait… you read it from cover to cover?" He asked and Pacifica nodded. "Even the part about you? But it was ciphered!"

"Yeah, it took me a few months." She said and gave him a smug smile. "Although it was easier after I guessed the keyword was 'Tyrone'."

Dipper's blood drained from his face. He had written everything about Pacifica in that cyphered section of his Journal. Their memorable experiences, his hopes and, most embarrassingly for him, his fantasies about her. He felt a slight relief since the marriage idea had struck him after his Journal had already 'disappeared'. However, this revelation made him put together all the pieces of the puzzle in his head.

"Wait, wait… The bubble-bath together, the birth control pills…" Dipper began listing with his fingers.

"Yup. I've to say that your fantasies were very simple." Pacifica giggled.

"I… Wow." He chuckled and rubbed the back of his head. "Um… thanks?"

"You're welcome, Dork, but I had my own share of fun too. The chocolate syrup and the sweaty Dipper were some of mine." She smiled broadly.

"Oh! I'm glad to hear that, I guess." Dipper noted mentally to buy more chocolate syrup before leaving back to the house. "So… what do you think about the rest of the Journal?" He asked with a blush.

"Some parts are funny, like that one where you get jealous of how much time Mabel spends with me." Pacifica raised an eyebrow with an amused smile. "You really think she still has the hots for me?"

"Let's… stop talking about this." Dipper frowned.

"Fine." The heiress rolled her eyes. "But I've to ask you about something first. Did you really mean what you wrote about my hair?"

"Uh… Well, there were three pages that talked about your hair, so…" Dipper scratched his temple, uncertain about what she was referring too.

"I quote: 'Her hair is so long, silky, long, shiny, beautiful and long that I could wash it every day for her so that she keeps it like that.' I'm no English teacher but I'd say wrote 'long' a few times too many." She giggled. "So… did you mean it?" Pacifica asked and moved her hair to her front side over her shoulder. She had cut it from hip-length to bra strap-length a few months ago before she had the chance to read that part of the Journal and she was now doubtful about her decision.

"I meant everything I wrote in the Journal." Dipper reached for her hair and stroked it. "Especially about your hair."

Pacifica grabbed his hand and squeezed it.

"Then I'd love to grow my hair back to hip-length again so that you can 'hug your blonde hairy pillow' when we spoon together." She did air quotes and giggled.

"That… really sounded better in my head when I wrote it." He admitted with a chuckle.

"Yup. It's getting dark. Let's go back."

Dipper was completely joyful. Most of what he had written in his journal were insecurities he didn't have the courage to tell Pacifica and the fact that she had read them all and he hadn't been thrown overboard gave him great relief. His feeling of joy was so great that he had forgotten about a very special thing. When they were walking across the park back to the car, Dipper suddenly stopped on his tracks.

"Oh, no." He frowned and looked back at the lake. Dipper had completely forgotten about proposing to her in the boat.

"Something wrong?" Pacifica gave his hand a squeeze.

"No, I just forgot to do something today." Dipper sighed and resumed walking with her.

"If it's something important, you should do it before we get back to the house." She commented with a shrug.

"Hmm…" Dipper pondered while having a look at the carriage rides.

Then, the most absurd realization struck him.

'If Pacifica always interrupts me with a weird fantasy of mine, maybe if I try proposing while doing one of hers…' He thought.

"Pacifica, can you… go back to the car and wait for me there? I've to get a surprise ready for tomorrow."

The heiress had a look towards he had been staring at and grinned.

"Sure."

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Pacifica woke up with a yawn and groped behind herself in search of her boyfriend. When she didn't find him, the heiress rolled onto her other side and saw an empty bed, but she also noticed that there was a tray with her breakfast, a red rose and a note on the nightstand. She picked up the note and read its contents.

"When you finish eating come outside.

PS: Clothed.

PS2: Pants, not skirts."

The heiress left the note and raised the rose to her nose. She hummed appreciatively at the fragrance and then proceeded to have breakfast. Once she was done, Pacifica put on a pair of white jeans and a purple polo, eager to get outside and have a look at what Dipper's surprise was. When she was near the door, she heard a neigh and she rushed outside with a grin from ear to ear.

"Oh. My. Gosh." Pacifica gawked in complete awe.

In front of Pacifica there was a white mare. It had the tail beautifully braided and its white mane cascaded along both sides of its long muscular neck. The heiress saw Dipper standing nervously near the horse and giving a slight jerk whenever it snorted or neighed at him.

"Do you like it?" He smiled and rested his hand on the horse's neck. "It's ours until tomorrow morning and—Hey, hey! I already gave you one!" He protested when the horse began nudging him with its head. "Fine, have another one." Dipper fished out a horse treat and the mare quickly ate it from his palm.

"Dipper! It's—" Pacifica rested her hand on top of the horse's nose bridge but the animal jerked its head away with a snort. "Whoa!"

"Here, give her this. The guys at the carriages told me she has a sweet tooth."

Dipper gave her the horse treats and Pacifica held some out on her extended palm. The mare quickly thrust its snout on Pacifica's hand and licked the treat out of it. The heiress giggled and removed her hand when the horse was done, only to receive an appreciative nudge from the mare's head. Pacifica's expression of complete amazement caused Dipper to chuckle.

"She likes you." Dipper commented and rested his hand on the horse's neck.

"I love this, Dipper!" Pacifica rested her hand on top of the horse's nose bridge and this time the mare didn't jerk her head away.

"I'm glad you like it but… Please, tell me you know how to ride one of these." He rubbed the back of his head and gave another jerk of surprise when the horse nudged him in search of more treats.

"I guess so… I can ride a pony. That has to count for something." The heiress shrugged and hopped up the mare with the help of the stirrup, grabbing the reins. "C'mon, Dipper. Hop up!" She held out a hand for him.

Dipper grabbed her hand and got on the horse behind Pacifica.

"I um… Let's go slowly, alright?" He wrapped his arms around her belly, looking warily at how high they were from the ground.

They trotted through the empty sandy beach until Dipper made her stop. He jumped off the horse and guided it by the bridle behind some rocks. Pacifica then gasped in amazement. Dipper had set up an outdoor plastic table with some chairs and the food on top of it was still smoking. They had lunch, and then they did some skinny dipping in the sea until Dipper had to rush out of the water to prevent the horse from sliding its snout inside the food basket he saved for having supper later.

When the sun began setting and the sunlight began gleaming on the ocean surface, they got back on the horse and trotted their way back towards the house.

"Wait, stop it here." Dipper asked, beyond the point of caring about kneeling. "Turn around, Princess. I've something important to show you."

Pacifica stopped the horse and sighed happily. She wasn't stupid. She still remembered where they had had their first kiss and the horse had some resemblance with her old stuffed pony. The heiress turned around on the horse to look at her boyfriend and expected a deep passionate kiss, but she found something more. Dipper was fishing out a square box from a pocket in his jeans.

"Pacifica Elise Northwest, will you m—"

"YES!"

Pacifica tackled him off the horse before he could neither finish talking nor open the box, and both of them fell the sixty inches height from the horse to land into the soft and warm sand.

"You didn't let me finish! You didn't even see the ring!" Dipper laughed happily and made sure she hadn't hurt herself in the fall.

"I don't need to, you idiot!" Pacifica laughed hysterically and pulled at his flannel shirt. "This is just how I had dreamed about nine years ago! Dipper! I love you so much!" She began smothering his face in kisses and felt completely lucky, since she had never told him about the dream. "When is the wedding date!?"

"Oh! Uh… Well, I spent all the money in these vacations and the engagement ring so… in a year or two?" He began rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment.

"You're a dork. It's my wedding and I'm covering all the costs, or rather my dad is." Pacifica smiled smugly.

Dipper paled and frowned.

"I didn't ask him permission to marry you…" He facepalmed inwardly.

"And you did well because he's not going to like it." The heiress giggled and extended her hand. "Make me your fiancée."

Dipper smiled nervously and with shaking hands he opened the ring box. Then he slid the engagement ring in her finger, looking at her face for any reaction. Pacifica examined the piece of jewelry. It's was a simple silver band with a very small sapphire.

"It's silver but the sapphire goes well with your eyes and… that's pretty much all." He smiled and rubbed his arm nervously. He considered telling her how hard he had been working to save money through the last year of college to afford the ring, but thought back in time since it was still visibly cheap. "So… you don't like it or…?"

"It's beautiful." Pacifica smiled warmly and knew perfectly well what Dipper was thinking. The usual for engagement rings were a small diamond instead of such a small sapphire, but she didn't care one bit how much the ring cost. "And I know it wasn't the most expensive ring in the store, but I don't care. I love you. C'mon." The heiress stood up and dusted her jeans. "Let's have a look at that Journal of yours to see what weird things we can do in that fluffy bed." She smiled sultrily.

"Heh…" Dipper flushed instantly at the possibilities. "Wait, and the horse?"

"What about the horse?" Pacifica glanced at the animal which was staring boringly at the ocean.

"I thought you wanted to… You know, on the horse."

"Why would I want that?" She asked amusedly.

"Well… you wanted our first kiss on a pony and I thought it was your fantasy to… um…" Dipper frowned when he realized how stupid it sounded.

"I'll tell you what we are gonna do." Pacifica snickered. "First, we'll go to bed and you're gonna call me Mrs. Pines. After that, we're gonna empty that chocolate syrup bottle. And then, you can come out of the house and ask permission to the horse, but I don't think she's going to agree."

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Parties, social events, ceremonies, holidays… It didn't matter what kind of celebration it was, Preston always did the same. He displayed a confident stance with his back straight, making use of his towering height to intimidate whoever dared disagreeing with him in a conversation. However, that day he didn't feel like standing up from the chair or leaving his private room.

"Dad?" Pacifica poked her head around the door inside the small private room. "Here you are. C'mon, everyone is waiting!"

Preston sighed with his back at Pacifica and kept staring at his own hand, rubbing the ring in his finger as if it were the most entrancing thing in the world.

The heiress smiled and walked up to her father.

"I know you don't approve this, but I love him." She rested a hand on his shoulder. "Dad, c'mon. I need someone to accompany me to the altar and it'd be a breach of etiquette if it's not you."

Preston smiled wryly. His daughter was appealing to his sense of etiquette. He stood up, turned around, and then gasped at the sight before him. His daughter was wearing a beautiful white wedding dress made of silk and lace. The bodice was off-shoulders and the skirt was ball-gown. Between her blonde hair which was back at hip-length and the white dress, she had an angelical form. His wry smile turned into a grin and Preston realized she wasn't his little girl anymore. Pacifica was a woman now.

"Of course." Preston kissed his daughter in the forehead and then offered her an arm. "Lead the way. We have to marry you."

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In their honeymoon, Pacifica managed to convince Dipper go sightseeing through Europe.

Dipper had been wary of traveling to Europe because he couldn't speak as many languages as Pacifica. In fact, he was pretty much stuck in English, so they went first to London. The couple began with the Kensington Gardens and explored them while holding hands. They managed to find the Peter Pan statue and took a photo of themselves standing next to it. Then, they visited the Chelsea Physic Garden where Pacifica was amazed by the amount of botanic life and different flowers. Finally when the sun set, they got in a river bus and saw London at night from the Thames River.

After London, they travelled to Paris. Dipper had no idea of the language so he let Pacifica do the talking. They had come neither for the Eiffel Tower nor the romance. They had come for a very specific reason: Pacifica wanted to meet the princesses of her childhood. The moment the plane landed they got into a taxi and went straight to Disneyland Paris. Dipper saw his wife bouncing so much when she was hugging Snow White and Cinderella that he thought he had come to Paris with Mabel instead of Pacifica.

Lastly, they went to Barcelona. They had grown tired of sightseeing, so they took advantage of the warm weather and spent most of the day at the beach. Pacifica had been cautiously considering her skin complexion and she had applied lots of sunscreen on herself. Dipper, on the other hand, was suffering now a small sunburn. The married couple walked along the beach while side-hugging until something bumped into Pacifica's leg.

A little girl with brown hair and pigtails fell backwards on the sand with a THUD!. She had been too distracted playing and running in the sand to notice the couple. Pacifica gasped and let go of Dipper immediately to pick her up by the armpits and raise her to her feet. Dipper couldn't be any more entranced by the sight. The girl looked exactly like Mabel had looked like when she was five and Pacifica holding her up was the best thing he had ever seen in his life.

Realizing that the little girl was more confused than anything, Pacifica quickly put her knuckles at either side of the girl's nose. Then she withdrew the hand with a closed fist and a thumb protruding between the index and middle fingers while displaying a playful smile. The kid gasped and raised her hands to her face in search of her stolen nose, giggling when she found it there. The heiress felt the most joyful sensation in the world at the little girl's giggles.

Pacifica looked at her husband with a broad smile and he decided to do something too. Dipper bent over with the hands behind his back and then he drew one behind the girl's ear. He pulled a coin out of it and gave it to the girl. Dipper couldn't believe that the easy trick Stan had taught him years ago had worked so greatly. The little girl looked at him in complete amazement and said something he didn't understand since he didn't speak the language, but her broad smile was more than enough.

When the girl ran with the coin to buy some ice-cream, Dipper and Pacifica resumed walking with broads smiles.

"What did she say?" Dipper asked, aware that Pacifica could speak a few languages.

"She said 'Thanks Mr. Magician'."

They continued walking while side-hugging, but now Pacifica was affectively resting her head on his shoulder and stroking his side lovingly and Dipper had his cheek rested on her scalp while squeezing her with the arm over her shoulders. Both of them had the same warm feeling inside their chests.

After a while, thirst got the better of them and they parted the side-hug to sit in a patio outside a cafeteria to order some drinks. While Pacifica was nervously playing with her hair and stealing glances at Dipper, eager to ask him something important, he was frowning and perusing the menu in vain attempts to understand what he was going to order.

"Why isn't the menu translated…" He muttered and began trying to guess the ingredients by the pictures, which didn't help him since it was all drinks.

"Let me have a look at it." Pacifica snatched the menu from his hands and began reading it.

"How many languages can you speak exactly?" Dipper asked curiously.

"French, Spanish and a little German. Dad got me ready to lead the company just in case it went international." She shrugged but displayed a faint smile. It had been hard, but Pacifica loved being able to speak so many languages. "Hmm… How about this one? Here it says this is frozen milk with egg white, sugar and cinnamon." She pointed at the menu.

"Sounds sweet. Can I order it?" Dipper asked, since he hadn't had the chance of speaking in another language in the whole honeymoon.

"Sure. You've to tell them this:" Pacifica told Dipper the exact words and he repeated them terribly. "Um… let's try again:" She repeated the sentence and Dipper said it a little better this time. "Well… you are kinda good to go but use your hands to make sure you order only two." The heiress suggested, since by what Dipper had said it sounded like he wanted twelve rather than two.

Pacifica watched how her husband stood up excited about the idea of talking in another language and got inside the cafe. She saw the waiter addressing him and how Dipper paled and his eyes widened.

"He has forgotten the words." Pacifica giggled and hid her mouth behind her hands so that Dipper didn't see her laughing at him.

The heiress guessed it had to be a very common thing because the waiter handled him a menu where Dipper pointed at the beverage they wanted and then at the table where they were sit making a two with his fingers. The waiter patted him playfully when he saw Pacifica and Dipper flushed and winced, since he had a sunburn. Then Dipper paid him and got back to the table with a glass in each hand.

"How was it?" Pacifica asked while snickering behind her hands.

"Good, I guess." Dipper sat down and gave her the milkshake glass with a straw. "I've never felt more stupid in my life though." He chuckled and gave a sip to his milkshake.

Just as he had guessed by the list of ingredients, it was very sweet, cold and tasty. He gave an appreciative hum and took another sip. Dipper was more than certain that Pacifica was going to love the milkshake, so he raised his gaze to see her reaction when she took a sip from it. However, Pacifica wasn't even trying it. She was toying idly with the straw and displaying an absent expression on her face.

"Pacifica, is there something wrong?" He raised an eyebrow and pointed at the milkshake.

"Huh? No, I was just thinking." She reassured and tried the frozen milk. "Wow, this tastes great."

"Yeah." He agreed and continued drinking and staring at Pacifica. She was stealing glances at him now and then while playing with her hair and toying with the straw. It took him some time to realize what was happening, since it was something very unusual in his wife. "Are you nervous about something?"

"Maybe." Pacifica sighed, realizing she had been discovered. "So… my father's wedding gift was… a little too big for just the two of us." She tried to throw a subtle hint.

"You can say that. A house with two stories and some guest rooms in Gravity Falls? Wait until Mabel sees that. She'll try coming and staying with us every Christmas even though her apartment is down the same street." Dipper chuckled as Preston's gift overshadowed the rest by far.

"Mabel is always welcomed but… someone else could use those rooms…" Pacifica tried again.

"Are we speaking of renting them to people?" Dipper asked doubtfully.

"No, why would we do that? We don't need the money." She raised an eyebrow.

"You lost me then." Dipper smiled faintly as he had no idea where Pacifica was trying to get.

The heiress frowned and tried a different approach.

"Dipper… would there be a problem if I stopped taking the birth control pills?" She asked, choosing every word carefully.

"Are you suffering side-effects or something?" He looked at Pacifica in search of something odd.

"No, it's not that." Pacifica flushed slightly and lowered her gaze.

"You want to go back to the condoms then? I don't mind using the—"

"I don't want to use those either." She lifted her gaze and fixed her eyes in his.

"Wait, are you suggesting…?" Dipper's eyes widened as he paled instinctively and looked slack-jawed at Pacifica.

"Yes. I'd… um… I'd like to have children." Pacifica mumbled and released a heavy breath, taking off a huge weight off her chest.

The heiress looked at Dipper for confirmation. He was trying to articulate words, opening and closing his mouth without uttering a sound like a fish. Pacifica interpreted that he hadn't taken the idea well.

"Or… we could wait a few more years if you aren't ready." She sighed sadly and slumped back in her chair.

"Are you serious?"

Dipper's expression went from wide-eyed and slack-jawed to a broad smile and raised eyebrows in surprise. He stood up from his chair and held Pacifica's hands in his, getting her up from her chair.

"I'm more than ready! I'd love that!" He began to laugh happily, eager to see the scene that had happened an hour ago in the beach again.

Pacifica yelled jubilantly and threw herself at Dipper, wrapping her arms around his neck. Dipper yelped and laughed, holding her by her waist and whirling her around in the air. She grinned from ear to ear and began smothering his face in kisses once he left her back on her feet.

"Wait, wait!" Dipper chuckled and stopped Pacifica's multiple kisses of his face. "Everyone is looking at us!" He looked warily at all the tourists and locals staring at the scene.

"Fine." She giggled and rested her hands on his chest. "You know…" Pacifica began tracing her index along Dipper's chest in circles. "I've grown bored of sightseeing. I'd like to see something… different."

"Like what?" He replied obliviously.

"It's hard and soft at the same time and you make silly noises whenever I squeeze it." She smiled mischievously.

"Um… Oh!" His eyes widened when he realized what she was talking about. "Now?"

"Now." She waggled her eyebrows.

"Alright." Dipper shrugged. He grabbed Pacifica and lifted her up on his shoulder.

Pacifica yelped in surprise and giggled, punching Dipper's back playfully as she trashed with her legs on his front.

"Dipper! Let me down! This is embarrassing!"

"Sorry, Princess, but we have to get back to the hotel as soon as possible!" He chuckled and began to run carrying a laughing Pacifica on his shoulder.

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A/N:

Sorry for the twenty seven days hiatus but as you have noticed by the 39k words chapter, I haven't been idle.

(1)I'm working on an M rated spin-off which is pretty much some drabbles about funny situations combined with sex set in their 16s. It's called "Dipper's and Pacifica's Crazy Teenage Years". You should be able to access it directly through my profile too.

Furthermore, I'm also working on the sketch for a reverse!Dipifica story once this one is finished.

Regarding Preston, I'm glad people like him. I was puzzled at the start of this story four months ago by the amount of fanfictions where Preston is demonized. It's a character with so little background in the show that I don't get why people make him so evil.

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Guest Reviews:

Rob Lowe: Since I'm a fan of some DC comics (mostly batman stuff), I can ensure you that giving Mermando legs and allowing him to leave the Merm throne would cause a world-wide war between the Merm people and the manatees, drowning the world of humans in a sea of water (Flashpoint reference there!). But sure about the other thing: As you have read, Mabel had boyfriends here and there and lots of fun, although she has to be single for a scene in part three of the epilogue.

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FYI:

·I have nothing against history class, but after math (Dipper surely likes math!) it is the one considered most boring by the internet. I can't give an opinion about it, since in my old school it was either history or philosophy and I went for the latter.

·In Spanish peaceful is translated as 'pacifico/a' depending on the gender, so Pacifica means 'she-peaceful' which is completely ironic given her personality.

·Kim Possible is a wink to… well, Kim Possible.

·Janna and Mrs. Skullnick are a wink to Star vs. the Forces of Evil.

·In the background, poor Mabel breaks up and has a new boyfriend every two-three months. Ironic and cruel but necessary for a special touching scene in part three of the epilogue.

·The whole goal of 'I don't think now is the best time!' chapter was to address 'Wild Dipper' and fix Pacifica's problem with her breasts which was basically a case of over sensitive nipples (Don't laugh, it's a serious problem). It wasn't in the original sketch, but since reviewers seemed to like the dream scene in the boat trip chapter I'm glad to add it.

·Mabel's boyfriend when she was sixteen having a resemblance with Robbie is based on the book 'Dipper's and Mabel's guide to Mystery and non-stop fun!' released back in 2014. There is a chapter where they catalog people in Gravity Falls and Mabel first puts Robbie in the 'Bleahs' section but then reconsiders because of his, I quote, 'tight jeans, angsty attitude and guitar'. Yup, it's canon she has a thing for musicians.

·Of course, the 'bad ex-wife jokes' Dipper feared while rowing the boat is a reference to the "her aim is gettin' better" meme that is famous in the Gravity Falls subreddit, and 'the Legend of the Gobblewonker' episode.

·There was going to be a pun about manotaurs where they ask Pacifica if she has chest hair like Dipper. Then she yells at them very offended and says she is a girl and the manotaurs cower at the discovery (A reference to Alex Q&A in Russia where he reveals that the manotaurs are secretly leaded by a womantaur). However, it had to be discarded since I couldn't find a proper place for it in any chapter. Sorry about that. The monster hunt is pushed the the last part of the epilogue.

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