Chapter 22

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It was quiet at the shack Saturday night as Grunkle Stan and Mabel had gone over to Manly Dan's place for barbecue. Stan liked a free meal, and he and Dan were pleasantly surprised they had a lot in common: old songs from when they were younger, expired cider and complaining about the same Gravity Falls idiots, like Nate and Robbie.

Mabel was crushing on Wendy's brother. All three of them. Well, the youngest one was more cute than love worthy but she was investing in the future by introducing herself early ahead of the competition. She also wanted to try her best to get a selfie surrounded by all three. She started by sitting on the lap of the oldest one, for whom this was the first time he had any girl sit on his lap, much less a romantic minded Mabel.

So it was this circumstance that left Dipper and Wendy alone to enjoy the brightly flickering and crackling fireplace, the slight scent of pine wood burning completing the fireplace experience. They were both lying on the rug in front of the fire, on their sides facing each other. The fire reflected tiny circles in their eyes, orange flickers that made their eyes dance in the dark room, and for a long time they simply stared into each other, holding hands.

Dipper reached across to her and took off her fur hat, peeling it backwards and letting it drop to the floor, so he could bring his hand back to brush back her red tresses behind her ear. She tilted her head with a lazy smile as he groomed her, and with relaxed eyes turned her head to kiss his hand.

"Need more first aid?"

Dipper smiled and traced her cheek as he slowly withdrew his hand to then place it gently across her forehead, and then brushed more of her thick tresses back from her face.

"Yeah." He leaned forward and kissed her. Now his hand reached around behind her back and shoulders and pulled her closer. She pulled back in a teasing smile, and laid down on her back, tracing his jawline and then with fingers under his chin her thumb rubbed his lips. She loved looking at his lips, and found it hard to believe that he was only fourteen and not seventeen like her.

He followed her as she laid back and now hovered over her, nuzzling her nose, then began nibbling her lips, running his hand through her hair, sliding down to her shoulder.

She reached around him to keep him in the kiss, and now opened her mouth. Dipper had by now learned well her silent language of desires and responded to her hunger for more. He loved feeling her under him, his leg resting between hers.

Now she was rubbing the small of his back and up and down his sides until reaching up, and taking off his hat she flung it towards the couch without looking. Her nails clutched at his thick locks of wavy brown hair and their sharp pointed edges on his scalp excited him, he loved her more when she was tough and physical.

He rolled completely over her to place his knees on either side of her legs, so he could again move her hair and reach her neck with his eager lips. He found her pale skin and brushing her hair away latched onto her neck and began sucking. He wanted to try what she had taught him his first time, and was rewarded by hearing her hissing his name.

"Ooooohhhhh Dipperrrrrrrrrrrr..." He moved a little lower to where her sensitive neck met her shoulders and began sucking again.

"Oh my gaw Dipperrrrrrrrrrrrr oh...my...gaaaaawwwww..."

He then went to his favorite place: her freckled skin below her neck, exposed by her unbuttoned collar. With a strong nose he burrowed farther down pushing the shirt down, his lips touching her there again with wet kisses. Now she was frantically clawing his back, his shirt barely keeping her sharp nails at bay, her head slowly rolling back and forth with eyes closed and mouth open.

"Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhh..."

Still in his crouching position over her, he was now able to balance on his legs and thighs and so moved his hands to reach around behind his back and find hers, and clasping them gently brought them to their sides, and then over her head against the rug, and interlocked fingers with her. He held her hands against the rug and began kissing her neck again, and she could no longer keep her moans to whispers.

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