Can I just mention again how adorable it is in this episode how Mabel holds onto Dipper?
>.> Oh we’ve noticed this.
Hi everyone! Sorry about the split post for Chapter 4, make sure you refresh it. I thought I had cut and pasted the whole thing and left out part. If “Stan.” is the last word you see, you are missing the second half.
I really ought to stick to posting when I’m not half asleep.
The evening wind was blowing colder as the golden sun began to drift down into layers of orange and red over the sea. But Dipper and Mabel felt warmth not chill as they slowly walked back to the campground, arms around each others waist. As they topped the rise of the last dune their camp came into view, and they could see Grunkle Stan sitting in his folding chair in front of a campfire, and could even hear the pops and crackles as the fire set sparks up into the darkening sky. The tent, a two man affair little larger than a pup tent, was set up and Stan had shoveled sand up each side to help the stakes keep it in place and make it secure. He looked up and waved at the twins.
They released their hold on each other but remained close side by side as they approached the camp.
“Grunkle Stan, what happened to the big tent?” Dipper began inspecting it.
“Aw, its cute!” Mabel smiled as she peeked inside. Sleeping bags were laid out and a combo flashlight/lantern was in between.
“Damn tent ripped down the middle on me while I was pounding in the stakes. This was the cheapest one the store had. Hundred-sixty-freakin-dollars! I’ll sleep in the car, you kids can have the tent. I don’t like Dipper’s snore anyway. ”
Not as bad as you old man. Dipper smirked. But he was excited about being alone with Mabel in the tent. His mind immediately went into high gear imagining all sorts of scenarios.
“Thanks for buying us a new one Grunkle. And for setting it up. This looks great!”
Mabel turned around. “How was the crabbing?”
“Got a few. Got the license and bait, all set for tonight. I was just waiting for you two to get back before starting again.” He got up and went to the car. He opened the trunk and pulled out a large canvas bag, and a wire mesh trap. He also pulled out an ice chest. He sat the chest down by the fire and then began heading out.
“The grub’s in the ice chest. See you kids around midnight. Well actually, in the morning, I won’t wake you guys up just to say hello. So goodnight.”
Mabel waved. “Good luck!” Dipper got a flat wire mesh grill from the trunk and then went over to the ice chest and got the hamburger patties. He set the grill on the well positioned rocks Grunkle Stan had placed when he built the fire pit. Mabel got the buns and chips from the front seat. When she came back to the fire, Dipper had opened up another folding chair.
By the time Stan had hiked out of eye shot, the sun had set, and now the west was a faded red, made to seem warm by the camp fire. But really it was very cool.
The twins cooked the hamburgers on the grill, the delicious smelling smoke whetting their appetites as the drippings fell into leaping flames of the fire.
They ate as they talked.
“It’s like we’re on our own, just us.” Dipper smiled at his sister.
“Yeah, like we’re…” and Mabel smiled as she said it “…married.” And she giggled.
“Yeah. Married.” Dipper looked back at the tent, and then looked back at Mabel, smiling as he chewed.
“Married.” And Mabel looked back at the tent too, and smiled as well.
Now the sparks from the fire were the only lights in the night sky. Clouds kept any stars from showing tonight. After eating, they moved the chairs closer to the fire and roasted marshmallows. Mabel liked setting hers on fire with a blue flame, while Dipper just liked a gently toasted brown on his.
Dipper looked around and then leaned towards her. “You’re pretty.” When he had her fooled and she leaned to him too preparing for a kiss, he continued. “Pretty crazy!”
She elbowed him away and then made a feint at sword play with a marshmallow wire hanger.
Wires whipped around and Mabel’s marshmallow went flying into Dipper hair.
“Mabel! Aw geez!”
She looked to the sky and laughed “Serves you right!” She put her wire down and got up to help pluck the sticky remains from his hair, and when she was in front of him as he sat, and leaned over him to look into his hair, he reached around and spanked her.
“Ow! You!” and she smacked the top of his head, and then turned around to grab the bag of marshmallows. Dipper could tell she was getting ammo, so as she grabbed the bag but before she could turn around he spanked her again. “Haha! Gotcha!”
Now she was mad, and she pushed him back, the folding chair collapsing and dumping both of them on the sand. But she didn’t stop, she grabbed handfuls of marshmallows and began stuffing them into his mouth, his nose, his ears, and orifice she could find. Then she grabbed another handful as he was struggling to get out of the collapsed chair and stuffed them down the front of his pants.
He whooped so loud she was afraid Stan could hear them a mile away and might come running. She looked over her shoulder to check just in case, no Stan.
“Dipper you idiot, shut up!” Then she stopped. He had grabbed her forearm which was all that was left that hadn’t yet gone down his pants.
They looked at each other. She was breathing hard and fast, her chest visibly rising and falling, and now caught with her hand down his pants she began blushing.
Dipper was breathing fast too, and spellbound as he watched her, and aroused by her hand on his lower abdomen.
He looked at her eyes and then lowered his gaze to her lips, and she too, watching his face in silent body language and signaled the same intention. She lowered her mouth onto his and closed her eyes.
The kiss in this odd position was electric: here a pretty girl was on top of him with her hand down his pants, and so he reached around and grabbed her butt, pulling her down on top of him. This was awkward for her arm and so she pulled it out, and holding herself up with one arm, took the free arm and placed a hand on the side of his jaw. She could feel the stubble of his beard, the flexing of his muscles beneath her, the strength of his hold on her as he kept her in place.
“Hey, get a room!”
They looked towards the shout, another couple that then laughed, a redheaded boy and his blonde companion, the blonde girl winking and giving a thumbs up.
The twins smiled and then looked at each other. Dipper spoke first.
“We just so happen to have one handy.”
“Don’t call me handy. You’re the one who’s handy!” and she reached around and took his hand off her rear. But then she got up to her hands and knees and crawled to the tent. She turned around and smiled at Dipper. “Well? What are you waiting for?” and crawled inside.
Dipper extracted himself from the chair and kicking sand about, he crawled awkwardly to the tent too.
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