There is a First Time for Everything.

A First Time... (NSFW)

Dusk was falling rapidly and Pacifica was almost at the Shack. Mabel had left with Soos for their road trip a few hours ago and, as far as Pacifica knew, Dipper had been at the Shack since earlier in the day so that he could get everything ready on time. The heiress reached the porch and fished out a small compact mirror from her jacket to look at herself. Pacifica had always paid lots of attention to her own appearance, but today she wanted to be flawless. She removed a few pine needles from her hair and smiled to have a look at her teeth. Happy with her appearance, she closed the mirror and put it back inside her pocket. She took a deep breath and then approached the door. Pacifica had been slightly nervous at first, but it had passed quickly. She was Pacifica Northwest after all. Nervousness had never affected her. The heiress had always starved for a relationship not based off money or reputation in her life and she was adamant to have a night with the boy she loved. She had even spent the whole morning squeezing the ball Mabel had given her for the cramps just in case her hand decided to give her another surprise.

Pacifica raised her hand to knock on the door but a sound came from inside the Shack.

"Ah! Ouch!" Dipper complained from somewhere inside the building.

The heiress couldn't help but giggle and she knocked on the door.

"Dipper! It's me!"

A few seconds later Dipper opened the door. He was wearing his new red flannel shirt with a black undershirt and jeans. The boy was sucking his injured index finger and had a kitchen lighter in his other hand.

"Uh... Hi, Pacifica. Wow." Dipper gasped and looked at her up and down.

Pacifica was looking breathtakingly beautiful. Her long full blonde locks were cascading along her back and shoulders, reaching down to her hips. To the common eye she would look just as usual but Dipper wasn't the common eye. Dipper saw her every day and knew that today she had put special attention to her appearance. Her hair looked healthier and shinier than usual if that were even possible, with a golden sheen caused by the rapidly setting sun. A faint smell of lilacs reached his nostrils and he knew perfectly well that she had used that lilacs shampoo he loved so much. Her outfit was her trademark purple short dress with a jacket and a decorative belt, in addition to black leggings and cream colored boots. She only lacked the silver hoop earrings, something she had discarded with age. Her face was radiant, with a slight natural blush on her cheeks and a small tight-lipped smile. Her deep blue eyes, with her ever present purple eyeshadow, were looking at his hands curiously.

"Are you alright?" Pacifica pointed at the finger Dipper had stopped sucking half a minute ago due to his gaping mouth.

"I uh... Y-yes!" He was snapped out of his daydreaming. "I just burned my fingertip a little while getting everything ready." Dipper pointed over his shoulder with his thumb.

"What have you got in there? Can I see it?" Pacifica tried to let herself in but Dipper stopped her.

"Wait, I just need to add the last finishing touches." He said taking a quick glance behind himself.

The heiress tiptoed to try having a look over his shoulder but Dipper just did the same to block her line of sight. She didn't like one bit the fact that he was using his slightly superior height against her, so she relied on her own weapons.

"Brrr." Pacifica shivered all of a sudden and rubbed her arms. "Is it going to be much longer? I'm kinda freezing out here." She gave him a needy pout.

"Um..." Dipper frowned and looked at her closely for a few seconds. He perfectly knew she was lying by the playful smile on her face, but that didn't mean she hadn't successfully pressed his buttons. "Fine, come in. But you have to put this on." He added and gave her a blindfold.