Gravity Falls: If I Can See You Smile
A Gravity Falls/Owl House Shared Universe Story
Universe: Post-canon Gravity Falls, Swooning Over Stans, pre-time skip Owl House series finale
Inspirations: Swooning Over Stans Dating Sim, Sailor Moon, Attack of the Clones, the ballets of Tchaikovsky, The Owl House and Gravity Falls, Gaelic and Greek mythology and folklore
Pairings: Ford Pines/Elizabeth Connor (OC), Dipper/Pacifica, Eda/Raine, others TBD
Rating M: implied peril, "boy's club" mentality in government positions, snogging, childbirth, trauma, and SEX!
Chapter 10: Down and Dirty at the Disco
Early the next morning, Stan was in his office, going through his receipts, when there was a soft knock at the door. It was too early for the twins to be pestering him; Ford had taken them mini golfing. "You came come in, Liz." He smiled gently at his sister-in-law, who had a rather embarrassed flush on her face. He offered her a seat and waited for her to speak.
Liz thanked him and asked, "Stan, I want to know something." Something was clearly bothering her, "I'm all ears, sister." Liz looked down at her feet before sighing, "I want Ford to fuck me!" Stan stared at her, what did she just say? "Your gonna have to slow down, Liz. I don't think I heard you… Sweet Moses! Did you just say you wanted my brother to fuck you?" Liz looked down at Stan's desk, and he could see Liz was clearly flustered. Oy vey- these two!
He nodded seriously, "My brother's a bit of a dork in the romance department, but the way he looks at you, if you walked into the bedroom stark naked, his mouth would be all over your body, he's that into you. As you said, he is absolutely clueless to anything overly sexual. Got anything revealing you can wear? Liz nodded, she had a couple of bikini tops and hot pants she could wear. Stan nodded. "Good, that will definitely get his attention, but you need a venue. I run an underground disco once a month on the outskirts of town. There are some rooms set aside for patrons who want some grab ass." He grinned at her, "Just do what feels right, Liz. Ford adores you." Liz squealed and gave him a hug.
Grabbing Ritz, Liz unpacked some clothes and modeled them. "Okay Ritz, what do you think?" She wearing a blue polka dot string bikini that accentuated her magnificent tits, which were on the larger end of a B cup. The shorts she was wearing were white and showed her flat tummy. She was glad she was wearing low rise underwear. Ritz nuzzled her, and she laughed, "I will take that as a yes."
Back at the mini-golf course, Mabel smoked everyone and broke the course record, with Grunkle Ford in second by three strokes. Dipper came in dead last, at 15 over par. He was grousing about his absurdly high score, when Ford got a phone call. "Hello? Oh Stan, it's you. Is everything okay with Liz? Your running a what? No, I am not taking her there! I AM NOT A STICK IN THE MUD! Don't use that kind of language, Stanley- I'm out with the kids. Wait, Liz wants to go? Okay, we'll leave around 8." He sighed as the call ended. "What's up, Grunkle Ford?" Dipper and Mabel turned to him, wide eyed. Ford looked away, "Does Stan actually operate an underground disco?" Mabel confirmed it, and Dipper remarked it was really popular.
Liz was nervous when Ford returned to find her in the bedroom, somewhat shy. "Liz," Ford asked, his voice jumping an octave. Liz stared at him with bedroom eyes, a blush dusting her cheeks, "Ford…". Ford strode over to her, his heart beating in his ears. "C'mere," he murmured, pressing a heated kiss to her neck. Liz pressed gentle kisses to his neck, hooking her legs around his hips, rocking and moaning softly. Ford grunted, she felt too damn good against him.
"Sweetheart, let me see those gorgeous tits of yours," he whispered, voice suddenly hoarse. Liz gazed up at him through half-lidded eyes, and slowly untied her top. Pulling away before lying her down on the bed, Ford started to lower his mouth, pressing heated open-mouth kisses on the soft skin above her breasts, vocalizing soft grunts as he roughly humped her, not giving a flying fuck if he came in his trousers. Liz was going to orgasm for him, and it was going to be epic.
Liz was already damp from Ford grinding against her, her moans were getting louder as he hovered over her pebbled nipples, when there was a sudden jolt that rocked the house. Liz screamed and huddled in his warm embrace, the lingering eroticism in the room evaporating. Ford was pissed, his romantic rendezvous with Liz was ruined, and he was going to murder the idiot who was trying to destroy his house.
There was shrill voice outside, and Ford and Liz wandered outside to see what was going on. Lil Gideon had surrounded the immediate property with cannons, firing at the house. "Unbelievable," Ford muttered. Liz rested her head on his shoulder. Lil Gideon gazed at them, "You're not Stanley Pines, who are you?"
"I'm the author of the journals, you idiot! Your beef is with my brother. Now get off of my property before I call the cops," he barked, preparing the memory wiping gun. It took Gideon a minute to put two and two together, the man on the porch was the wrong Stan Pines! A bright flush rose to his face, and after a hastily practiced apology, Gideon had his guards haul the cannons away on a fleet of flatbed trucks. Liz could only stare, "Talk about overkill." Ford kissed her gently, "When we go out later, I promise to fuck you properly." He dipped her into another kiss, and she sighed happily.
Stan's monthly disco was held at the abandoned airfield that hadn't seen any aircraft since the Korean War. It had a bar, a small area set aside with tables and chairs for people who wanted to eat. There was a jukebox for music playing and a half dozen rooms set aside for attendees who wanted sexual encounter. Condoms and birth control pills were freely available. However, you had to provide your own sex toys, having those would require a permit, and since all participants were consenting adults, Blubs and Durland let it fly under the radar. Of course, it helped that they were frequent patrons there.
Dipper and Mabel thankfully had missed Ford and Liz's make out session, they were spending the night with Soos and Melody, while Stan made sure the bar was stocked. Ford and Liz weren't going to use the birth control on hand, Liz could grow rue of some other medicinal herb that could be used as birth control when ingested. Stan was standing on a small ladder, stringing lights over the bar, when who should saunter in but Preston Northwest. He was wearing a cheap suit and smelled strongly of vodka.
"What do you want, Northwest? 'm kinda busy here," Stan groused sourly as he continued to hang lights. Preston chortled, but it sounded hollow. The former highflyer looked around the club, his eyes roving the furniture. "I would like to rent this building for a night, if that's possible…"
"It's not for rent, ya pervert! Everyone in town knows about your bacchanals, this isn't the place for that. I manage it, now get outta here," Stan shouted. Preston Northwest was infamous for not being able to keep his pants on at his sex parties. Stan did not want him anywhere near Liz, she was sure to draw attention from those who would hurt her.
Preston stuttered for a minute, he was no pervert, he just wanted to rent out the building. Stan stood his ground and threatened to call the police. Preston could be manipulative, and Stan was leery of him being on the property. The man finally left, complaining into his cell phone about the place not being open. Stan rolled his eyes, what a control freak!
By the time Ford and Liz arrived later that evening, there had to be at least 60 other people there, all of them about Ford's age, and many of them a bit older than Liz. Mecco's disco cover of "Star Wars" gave way to Carly Simon blaring over the stereo. "C'mon on Ford, let's dance," Liz giggled before dragging her reluctant partner to the dance floor. Liz laughed freely as Ford twirled her outward, before pulling her close. Her bare skin was lovely under the dimmed lighting, Ford could feel the heat under his hands on her bare back. When Carly Simon switched over to Freddie Mercury, Ford lowered his mouth to the juncture of her neck, and languidly placed small bites. He could taste her blood, and Liz responded with a soft coo.
"Oh fuck!"
"Something the matter, love?"
"That feels really good."
Ford smirked to himself and savagely rocked his hips against Liz, groaning a quiet, "Fuck- your so wonderful, Liz." Liz could feel her nipples harden, and she let out a soft cry, trying to ignore her soaked underwear. Ford's hands roamed her back, their kisses growing wetter, their bodies pressing together. Stan watched this display and gave his brother a thumb's up. Liz looked from where she had kissing Ford's neck, eyes shining, "Please fuck me." Ford moaned into her neck when she said this, his cock was already straining against his pants, he was dying to plunge inside that tight, virginal pussy of hers. "Of course, I'm going to give you the best orgasm of your life."
Liz squirmed and kissed him, "Take me, Ford!" Ford scooped her up into his arms, cradling and kissing her gently. Considering how small and elfin she was, there was going to be a lot of foreplay involved. One of the rooms reserved for sexual encounters was empty. There were a few camp cots and futons out, and Ford lay her down gently. He pulled off his jacket and shirt, letting Liz admire his firm, muscular chest and shoulders. Liz definitely liked what she saw.
Ford sat down next to Liz, before lying her down, using his teeth to remove her bikini top, his six fingered hands stroking her breasts, relishing their softness. "They are beautiful, Liz," he whispered before swirling his tongue on her left nipple before taking it into his mouth, his other hand massaging the other one. Her tattoos seemed to encircle them perfectly, and her fingers wove into his thick hair, forcing more of her tit into his mouth. "Fuck, that feels amazing," she wailed. Ford switched to the other breast, lavishing the same amount of loving attention. Ford could feel Liz between her legs, sopping wet. He humped her again, and she wailed, sinking her fingernails into his back.
His pants were painfully tight, so he used a free hand to rid himself of the troublesome garments, before crawling back on top of Liz, who blushed bright red when she saw his straining cock. He was going to feel amazing inside of her! Ford moved to pull down her shorts and underwear, which fell to the floor, and stroked her throbbing clit. "OH FUCK," Liz screamed at his touch, jerking her hips. "That's my good girl," Ford whispered encouragingly before giving her clit a lick. To his surprise, she was completely hairless down there, teasingly he inserted a finger and eased it in, working up to a steady tempo. Liz wailed, this felt amazing. Ford moved his hands and pushed her knees up, before burying his tongue inside her went cunt. "So fucking wet for me, my sweet Elizabeth," he gasped.
Liz could feel her stomach tighten, "Ford, I'm going to cum!" Her orgasm exploded suddenly, leaving her breathless and soaking Ford's face. Crawling up so his chest was level with hers, Ford stroked her face, "Are you ready?" She could feel his tip teasing her entrance, Liz bit her lip and nodded. Ford let out a heavy sigh, and slid inside her wet channel.
Fuck, she was tight and wet. He was already in balls deep, and there was a trickle of blood running down her legs. Liz gave him a soft smile and rocked her hips to encourage him once she was used to his size. She wrapped her legs and arms around her, "Your so big!" Her words were slurred, and Ford kissed her deeply, "You feel amazing, love." They continued to rock against each other, when Ford felt his orgasm creep up on him. He started thrusting faster, and nipped at Liz's neck, resulting in her intense orgasm. Ford came a few minutes later, spilling his seed inside her womb. He and Liz held each other and kissed until the could disentangle and put their clothes back on.
Once they were clothed, Ford held Liz on his lap, and she told him, "That was amazing! I never knew having sex could be like that." She ingested some rue as she leaned against him, enjoying the shared warmth. "Neither did I, to be honest. But what we did felt right." He pressed a kiss to her lips, "I love you, Elizabeth Conner." "I love you, Ford Pines," Liz replied softly.
Ford carried her bridal style back to the car, and when they got home, Liz curled in his arms as they both lay naked under the sheets. "Can we have sex again at some point," Liz asked. Ford chuckled, "Of course, my dear." He gave her another kiss before sleep claimed them both.
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