(A/N: Don't let the straight scare you away. It makes sense as you go along... ENJOY!)

A dark room illuminated by the soft glow of a candle lit dinner, now pushed out of their minds. A red velvet couch facing away from the draped windows, its tiny gaps allowing for bits of moon light to spill forth and land on either of their bodies. Sweat clad hands worked to unzip her dress, all the while fondling and caressing the slenderness of her design. A satisfied sigh escaped her, feeling as he slid the straps off her shoulders, moving to plant generous kisses over them. He remained clothed, though his tie had been undone and slid from his neck. The red head turned around to face him, her face flushed and wanting.

"Dipper..." She whispered simply, cupping her hand against his cheek, admiring his lush set of lips. Her fingers ran over his jaw line, down his neck, stopping simply to examine the softness of his exposed skin. A pleased shiver escaped her, feeling as his hands moved to strip away the dress. He worked with patience, unclipping her bra strap and sliding her panties away with such a sense of authority that it sent out a whole new wave of thrill.

Wendy looked at him, unable to wage his expression as the candles began to dim to a weak flicker. Her heart started to race, sliding onto his lap as her lips latched onto his. He was so soft. She ran her fingers through his hair, giving it a small tug as his palms moved lower. His hands felt professional, even being his first time. He seemed to know exactly how to touch her. To please her. Their tongues fought for a sort of playful dominance, Dipper giving in shortly after. He enjoyed it when Wendy took control.

Dipper began to unbutton his shirt, only for her fingers to brush his own away. She leaned in on him, biting harshly on his ear lobe before speaking through a pant.

"Let me do it..." She ground down on him, drawing out a soft moan as her hands began to trace over his shirt. She worked fast, popping each button off with a sort of fumbling speed as she grew more and more exhilarated by the sight of skin. Soon enough, his chest was fully exposed and wonderfully tone. She went for his collar bone, nipping at him playfully. Perky breasts rubbed against Dipper's skin, who explored her body freely.

He ran his fingers over the soft flesh of her stomach, up the sides of her torso, down to her ass, and past her thighs. He couldn't force himself to touch her more intimate parts, and as he felt Wendy grab his hand, leading it to her dripping folds, a flash of cold ran through his body. He didn't feel like doing this anymore. But, all the while she moaned and giggled at his touch, he couldn't bring himself to pull away. She kissed his neck, her fingers working to slide his unbuttoned shirt from his shoulders, her hips bucking into his hand.

Slowly, her finger nails began to trail down his chest, the most manly feature about him. Aside from slightly bushier eyebrows and an obvious height difference, it was no surprise to anyone that Dipper and Mabel looked virtually the same. Both unavoidably beautiful. Both unavoidably identical, as many twins were. And Dipper, who hated more than anything to be told he looked like his girly sister, took great pride in the bit of maleness he had been given. He made sure to harden his chest just slightly, feeling her nails trail to the outline of his dress pants.

'Okay, Dipper. This is happening.' Dipper remained calm, his muscles relaxing as Wendy took slow swipes at his V-line, obviously teasing him. For some reason, he was more than happy to let her postpone their mischief. For as long as she needed to.

'This is fine, Dipper. Deep Breath...' His breath hitched, feeling her finger tips brush over the sensitive exterior of his pants. 'You're a man, Dipper. Be a man.' He began to break out in a sweat as she added pressure to his crotch, mistaking his groan of discomfort as one of pleasure.

'That... Didn't feel right.' He moved his hands to her hair, hoping to steady himself. The curvy woman had a perfectly shaped ass and wonderfully pert breasts, and yet his favorite part about her was the red hair. He ran his fingers through her strands, taking note of her scent. At twenty five, she still went to the store and bought from the men's section.

The durable smell of 'Irish Springs' or even 'Axe' body wash seemed to smooth over her skin with a relishing foam. He moved his nose to press into the lush forestry of waves, absorbing himself in the husky scent as she continued to rub him. He slowly began to harden. Wendy let out a soft chuckle, noting his subtle growth as she continued to move over him. Dipper laid a small kiss on her forehead, holding onto her oddly male aroma as long as he could.

His hands moved away from Wendy's hair, her fingers clasping onto his zipper. He felt out her broad shoulders in the darkness, kneading his thumbs into her tender meat. She had always been so sturdy, working for her father's physically grueling company. Loading trucks. Chopping down trees. Lifting things far beyond her petite size. He moved down Wendy's back, a quiver running through her as he examined the sturdy exterior.

Her back muscles had always been so prominent... He heard the shrill 'zip' of his pants, and soon found himself being stripped and teased. In all honesty, he knew he should have been thrilled. His childhood crush, now older and more matured, sat before him rubbing the inner part of his thigh. Wendy, who was absolutely kick ass. Funny. Clever. Tough. Strong. Independent. The biggest and baddest sibling of the Corduroy's household. Who wore flannel shirts, muddy boots, and her brother's body wash.

A complete tomboy.

Dipper grew with thrill, recalling her usual appearance, only to turn and see her scarlet dress sprawled out on the floor. He had almost been disappointed when he saw her in it. It wasn't her usual baggy set of clothes, thoughtlessly thrown on and completely unflattering to her physique. Instead, it was a slim dress, considerate and complimenting to the feminine curvature of her busty design. For some odd reason, that made him uneasy. Her hand slid past the waist band of his boxers, causing him to shoot up and catch her arm.

"Wait!" He rushed out, shock flowing over him the instance he realized what he had done. Wendy looked startled, originally excited and ready to do whatever he wanted her to do. She felt the strength of his grip, smirking slightly at his hidden power. He must have been nervous for his first time. Her lips pursed at him, hushing Dipper in a soothing manor.

"It's okay. We can go slow." She comforted in a seductive tone, about to pull her hand away and continue her work. Dipper's grip tightened.

"No, I-" Wendy looked more closely at him now, sure he wasn't saying what she thought he was saying. Dipper wished he wasn't, either. It was embarrassing, being twenty two and pulling this excuse. Of course, if you didn't feel comfortable, it was fine to admit it and stop before things went too far. But still. It hurt Dipper's pride having to say it. "I'm not ready." There was a pause throughout the room, Wendy's hand going limp as his words began to seep in.

"...Seriously?" She didn't sound annoyed or ticked off. More than anything, she sounded baffled. Dipper had been pining for her since he was a little kid, and only recently had she begun to feel the same way. He was absolutely ecstatic when she admitted to liking him over a year ago. And the dates had been a lot of fun. In fact, they had hardly changed from their normal hanging out.

Just movies and gas stations and mysteries. This was their first date with actual romance, and Dipper had completely spoiled the mood. He sighed, releasing her hand as he stood from the couch to pick up his pants. He refused to look behind him, knowing that she was either pouting or trying not to be pissed about being turned on and then rejected. Which she was. His shirt came next, bending over to slip either arm into the sleeves with a clumsy tug. The lights came on with a flick of the wrist, and Wendy was quickly enveloped in disappointment. The mood had officially been killed.

"So, uh... This was fun." Dipper commented awkwardly, looking down to button his shirt up. Wendy huffed, crossing her arms as she watched him.

"Well, it would have been." She retorted with hostility, and he couldn't blame her. What was wrong with him?