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Dipper giggled as Bill wrapped his arms around the boy's waist. They sat by the fireplace, cozied together in sweaters personally made by Mabel, Bill's with a bowtie attached and Dipper's with a pine tree symbol much like the one on his hat. Mabel smiled as she brought in three cups of hot cocoa, one plain, one with a marshmallow, and one with multicolored marshmallows and sprinkles. "Here you go, guys," she said handing them the cups as she sat down, "I hope you like it, Bill. It's my own recipe."

Dipper's eyes lit up with one sip. No hot chocolate was better than Mabel's, that was for sure. "He'll love it. Bill's a real sucker for chocolate."

"You should be happy he's not a girl and doesn't have monthly problems," Mabel muttered, doing her best not to laugh when Bill raised an eyebrow.

"What kind of problems, Shooting Star? Like, drama or breakups?" Bill questioned, expecting some answer, but Dipper flushed bright red as Mabel laughed loudly.

Dipper crossed his arms. "Have you ever had The Talk, Bill?"

"I talk to others all the time! What makes this conversation any different?"

Dipper rolled his eyes. "Don't be a smart ass."

"Dipper," Mabel scolded, "no cursing around Waddles." The pig cuddled against the girl's side, oinking.

"Sorry, Mabes, but really, do you know what reproduction even is?" Dipper asked, doing his best not to act awkward about such a strong subject.

Bill grinned. "Of course I know what it is, Pine Tree! I just like to see you blush - it's so adorable," he cooed, poking Dipper's cheek as the other simply offered a glare in return.

Mabel giggled. "Well, it is hard to take you seriously when you have the same features as me - the queen on cuteness!" She threw her hands in the air, glitter escaping from her fingers and showering her in it.

"Where did that even come from?" Dipper frowned, curiosity tugging at his irritated expression.

"Oh, come on, Pine Tree, have a little fun," Bill purred, wiggling himself onto Dipper's lap, mug in hand, taking a sip and laughing about how funny the pain was because it burned his tongue.

"Bill! Pain can hurt you, humans aren't as stable as you think," Dipper complained.

Bill stuck out his tongue. "Then will you kiss it better?"

Both Mabel and Bill burst into laughter, Mabel doing her best to conceal it by taking a sip of her cocoa. "I... I am not kissing your tongue, Bill."

"I'll leave you two alone to your things," Mabel said with a wink as she left the room, making sure to bring her drink along with her.

"You suck, Mabel!"

"Love ya too, Dip-Dop!"

Bill snickered. "So, what do you thing she meant by... things... huh, dear?"

"I... I... I, uh..." Dipper stuttered, but he decided to shut his mouth and finally  be the dominate one, catching Bill off-guard by kissing him open mouthed, unlike all the other times before.

Bill's breath hitched as he pulled away from Dipper after what seemed like forever, his face red, his eyes full of desperation, and only one phrase came out of his mouth. "I love you." He actually felt like he had meant it for once... and it felt so good.

Dipper smiled, heart racing because it really sounded like Bill had really felt for him. "I love you too, Bill."

Bill blushed as Dipper leaned in once more, him yearning for another kiss, but it never came. Dipper stopped moving, his face deadpanned. "Pine Tree?"

"Do you mean it?"

Bill's eyes fluttered, he taken back. "Mean what?"

"Do you really love me?"

The demon's synthetic heart beat like crazy, as he nodded his head. "I love you."

Dipper smiled. "Good," he said as his hands found themselves on Bill's hips, "then you won't mind if ... things?"

Bill's face grew bright red. "N... not yet. You're only fourteen."

"Why do you care? Normally you'd take the chance just to see how far I'd go... but now you really care?"

Bill scowled. "I've always cared, Pine Tree. We're promised, aren't we? At first, only friends , sure, but even without love I care. Just because I'm a demon doesn't mean I do all bad things. Just think - wouldn't you be dead by now if I really lived up to how you make me seem to be?"

Dipper's eyes teared up as he nodded his head, swallowing the lump in his throat. "I always expect the worst of others. Why do you think I was scared when I first liked you?"

"Kid, even if you attempted to put barriers against those thoughts of me then, you couldn't keep me from seeing them. I do control dreams, after all, and sometimes, minds, but not lately. But if this is really what you want, then... things are what we'll do..."

Dipper let the tears spill. "I really do want it, but I can't. I'm underage, and... I just... this is kind of scary, okay?"

Bill placed a hand on Dipper's cheek, smiling lightly. "Stop overanalyzing and just live, Pine Tree. Thinking is where everyone messes up... just do what your gut tells you and trust it. Thinking too much will only make your life miserable."

Dipper's eyebrows furrowed. "Then... just kiss me."

"You want this?"

"Kiss me and we'll go from there."

"As you wish," Bill teased with a wink, kissing his partner passionately and sloppily, changing his position on Dipper's lap to where his legs were surrounding the boy's thighs, his arms around his neck.

This event would definitely not go as far as they had both implied, in fact, they only kissed, but it didn't stop Bill from making jokes about it as Dipper fell asleep, the demon still in his lap.