A/N: afternoon, everyone. sorry for the four-month-long discontinuance. as i stated in the previous chapter, i was getting a bit bored with gravity falls and felt like it was fading away on my list of interests. i watched the finale, and i wasn't as enthusiastic about it as i thought i'd be. to be quite fair i think i've overgrown gravity falls but i would love to continue this story. seeing as it's an original story with my own characters that i've been working on since i was 15 and back when i was an immense GF fanatic i converted it into a GF story. so... i'm back. i promise i'll try to update frequently.

P.S. i tried to be as vague as i could about like smut and shit because i'm paranoid this site would terminate me if it was blatant, so...

enjoy

Pacifica stormed out of the bathroom, rage evident on her face as she hauled Mabel with her without strain. Kicking the door to her bedroom open she dropped Mabel carelessly onto the high mattress before crawling over her.

"Stop that." Pacifica attached her teeth instead of lips to Mabel's neck, making the latter twist her hips and groan loudly.

"St-Stop what?" Mabel was already panting, chest rising and falling shallowly.

"Laughing at me. I don't like it."

In a half-arsed attempt to keep the glorious maroon stains from tampering with her black bed sheets, Pacifica stripped down to nothing and flung the items of clothing across the room. It gave a wet echo when colliding with the wall. Mabel admired Pacifica's perfect physique, eyes trailing along every expanse of skin she hasn't seen already.

Pacifica corrupted the vision by shoving Mabel back against the pillows and kicking her legs apart with her knees. Mabel's body shuddered with arousal, quick and desperate for her touch. She ended up the way she entered this world before Pacifica came to hover above her.

There was power, dominance about Pacifica that made Mabel dizzy and forget she's about to make love for the first time in her life. She's afraid to even think the wrong thing with the man above her looking at her that way, hooded plans and reverent intentions.

Pacifica's hips dug down on Mabel's mercilessly as if demanding she surrender every private moment and intimate act. Her body was damp from the shower escapade but Mabel was too distracted to mind the smell anymore.

Having had plenty of experiences in rendezvouses, Pacifica still felt unsure of what she was supposed to do here. It was different this time but she forgot all that in a moment of blindness, erasing all premeditated action of foreplay to bite and pleasure Mabel as hard as she could.

The brunette's breath was rapid and she clenched the bed sheet in small fists, expecting severe attention to a region most guarded to her; most untouched. What she got was a spray of saliva and the gutwrenching screams of her own when Pacifica went for it. No prep, no mind.

"Stop, please... it hurts so much," Mabel sobbed, pushing the blonde away.

Pacifica wasn't totally heartless - for Mabel, just Mabel - and immediately froze to take care of her. The girl under her was tight and warm, with velvety insides that begged for Pacifica's devout attention.

"Babel?" Pacifica finally got her wish of calling Mabel that. "Can I call you that?"

"Get off, Pacifica!" Mabel thrashed about in opaque agony until Pacifica pinned her arms above her head and rested all her weight on Mabel.

"Shh..." Pacifica has never kissed any part of a person other than their lips to get them going, but this time she peppered light ones all over Mabel's neck, face and collarbones.

"Hurts." Mabel blinked rapidly to destroy her tears and gets her hands free of the blonde.

Pacifica didn't retract herself, nor did she move one bit. She simply lied there, feeling Mabel's bruised body clench around her in a brave crescendo of rhythm. Pacifica's arms wrapped around Mabel's figure as little hands fist her still wet hair, both of them ignoring the squelch of moisture.

It took a good few minutes of waiting, Pacifica bordering immense arousal and Mabel speedily approaching the same state.

"Better?" Pacifica kissed Mabel's lips and decided it was her favourite thing to do in the whole world.

Mabel nodded and carefully shifted her hips to test the waters. She learned to love and grow accustomed the pain as it sent delicious sparks up her spine to her brain, instructing her to moan unashamedly as Pacifica dominated her.

"You have school tomorrow." Pacifica grunted, starting to move and relishing the sounds from her lover.

"Yeah." Mabel's voice was blissed out, eyes rolled to the back of her head and neck exposed for Pacifica mark up. "Gonna limp around all day." Pacifica lifted Mabel's legs to wrap around her hips and picked up her speed gradually.

Mabel's body shifted further up the mattress with every thrust Pacifica inflicted with her fingers, creating such beautiful imagery for the blonde to memorise. She lifted up onto her forearms, before starting to really move and make Mabel shriek. Her hips pivoted relentlessly upward, slamming against the brunette's and stinging the sensitive skin. She groaned often, genuinely enjoying the little giggles Mabel gave her on each shove and pull. It's wonderful and Pacifica never wanted to stop.

Her teeth clamped down on Mabel's skin, working harder and faster for a short minute before the brunette finally came out of her high, not for the first time but definitely for the best. She stared at the ceiling as Pacifica sighed and collapsed right on top of her.

"Mabel?" Pacifica stuck her fingers between Mabel's quivering thighs and prods at her again, grinning devilishly when the brunette grumbled at the leaking feel.

"What?" Mabel answered kind of mumbly, but she was so mesmerised that she couldn't think normally.

"You didn't answer my question."

"Uh, yes you can call me Babel."

"We need to clean up."

Pacifica rolled off her even when Mabel whined at her to stay. She made a questioning face at the brunette.

"What?"

"Where are you going?" Mabel's eyes were closed and she was already giving in to the folds of sleep.

"Get up." Pacifica slapped Mabel's bare behind, trying not to smile at the very faint ripple. "Go get clean."

Mabel had already fallen asleep, face buried in Pacifica's favourite pillow - not that she knew that - and she was snoring softly. With a heavy sigh, Pacifica got a warm wet cloth and wiped down Mabel's entire body. She took extra time where the leaking was concerned but no one needed to know that.

Pacifica didn't know what to do after that. She stared at Mabel's sleeping form for a good ten minutes - still bare, mind you - until she grabbed a comforter from the closet and headed downstairs. She used the sink to clean her hair and took care of the meal they were supposed to eat before trying to sleep on the couch. She failed, because she was still buzzing from the experience with Mabel and wanted to have more except Mabel was knocked out.

Using the smallest knife in her collection, Pacifica sat on the couch with a true crime programme on and carved little things into her palm. None of it hurt, so she just carried on until she got bored and fell back against the couch. She felt slight pokes but it didn't hurt so it didn't matter.

Mabel woke up with a start at four that morning, gasping from the pain that shot up her back and swallowed back a cry.

"Pacifica?" Mabel called into the empty room after feeling the cold sheets and examining the blank spaces. "Pacifica?"

Pacifica was downstairs and closed her ears to the calls. She turned on her side, and fought to find sleep even with the pungent regret residing in her chest. Sleeping with a person, literally, was too intimate for her.

Mabel called three more times, voice cracking at the last attempt before giving up and going to sleep. She set a pillow down on the empty half of the bed as a signal. If it moved by morning then Pacifica had come.

The pillow didn't move all throughout the night.

Mabel woke up at seven the next morning, bit her lip and blinked past blurry vision to look around. She noticed the pillow and slipped out of bed with more pained sounds than necessary. Pacifica still hadn't showed up. She had gone out for a run at six and didn't tell Mabel or leave a note. The door was open so Mabel got dressed and dashed out of the apartment.

Pacifica got back at seven thirty, bearing goods from McDonalds as breakfast. She was quite proud of herself for thinking up the idea by herself. That friendly heat filled her chest when she found the flat to be empty. She tried to control the remnants of her willpower but she failed and stormed out of the building after capsizing the coffee table in rage.

Mabel took the bus home, standing on purpose because sitting would feel like torture. She made coffee in an actual mug and just took it with her on the brief walk to school, along with a chocolate chip muffin.

There wasn't much time to ponder her hurt feelings over last night, because she was late when she got to school and immediately sat down for class. Sitting was the hard part because although Mabel favoured some of the pain and the memory of how it originated, sometimes it played a bitch and she almost chipped her tooth with all the grinding. Nobody said a single thing, though.

That is, up until her Religious Studies class door swung open on squeaky hinges and standing before the class was a not at all pleased Pacifica. Mabel had been trying to toss the muffin's paper wrap with easy calculations, but now went off by a metre and hit the back of a student's head. Mabel looked down quickly, starting to scribble in her notebook - quotes from Seven Psychopaths - while the teacher talks to this visitor.

"Can I-"

"I need to see Mabel." Pacifica couldn't be looking humble or polite right now if the hard tone of her voice was anything to go by.

Everyone looked at Mabel, who couldn't shrivel back into her seat anymore than she's already tried. Their eyes were curious, but none burnt the way Pacifica's did. Mabel got up, mug in her hand, and walked out the door with a nod to her stunned instructor.

If Mabel hadn't set the mug down on a bench, her favourite one of her collection would probably have shattered when Pacifica cornered her by the shelves.

"You were gone. Tell me why." Pacifica's admirable eyes had melted to black. Those eyes were cold and void of empathy.

Mabel wasn't scared though, never was. "Yeah? You noticed?"

Pacifica tightened her jaw until Mabel could trace the strong bone itself. "Tell me why."

"It's a two-way street, babe. You were gone too."

Nothing about Pacifica's composure changed. "I went out."

"This is ridiculous." Mabel wet her lips and shook her head, forcing Pacifica's arm out of the way so she could sidestep her.

"Mabel!" Pacifica called after her, voice thick with irritation. "Don't walk away from me."

Mabel said nothing and kept going. Pacifica took two big strides and tried to be gentle about shoving Mabel against the shelf right in front of her.

"I said don't walk away from me!"

It was driving Pacifica mad, feeling this girl sink her claws into her and have control over the way she acted. Pacifica was slowly losing her hard-earned composure to sweater girl, who she had known almost three weeks. Mabel seemed unscared, but if she was, she was the best at hiding it.

Pacifica retaliated with physical rage, something she understood and something that put her in total control. She grabbed Mabel's arm, twisted it brutally and slammed it down on the shelf. Pacifica wasn't irresponsible and still cared - she would never verbally admit it - about Mabel no matter how infuriating she was.

Mabel's chest was rising and falling like that of a racing animal. She had never witnessed such a stormy emotion flood Pacifica's gaze and inhibit her body that way. She wasn't hurt at all by stubbornly holding the shelf and took the harsh blow without a mewl.

"How does it feel?" Is all Mabel can say, heart still in the lurch about where they stand. "Being left behind?"

"I didn't walk away from you." Pacifica shook her head, convincing nobody but herself.

Mabel didn't want to mess with this Pacifica but if Pacifica hurt her against their pinky promise, she'd cross that bridge - or burn it - when it arose.

"Then what do you call leaving me to spend the entire night alone in your giant bed after we did the most intimate thing two people could ever do?" She was kind in words but the diction was less so.

Pacifica drew back and let her arms fall into her jacket's pockets. The blood from an injured fist bestowed upon by the woodened shelf was soaking the fabric but she didn't feel a thing.

Mabel was right, and it made Pacifica annoyed. Love was intimate especially for Pacifica and Mabel, not Pacifica and anybody else, this is something she admitted to herself last night. What she did was lousy, she could have asked Mabel if she wanted to be alone or not. But she didn't. She assumed and now Mabel was angry with her. Knowing this fed a deep pit of insanity, plagued with beasts that made Pacifica itch and want to scream.

She was so lost to herself that she didn't see Mabel leave. When she sunk back to Planet Earth, the girl she had so many things to say to was gone and still upset. Upset with Pacifica. Pacifica made her upset, and it was already killing her from the inside. She made a psychological note to follow Mabel home that evening to try to sort things out.

Later that night, Mabel yanked the door open and stopped short, breath mingled with her heart as it clogs her throat. "Pacifica."

The woman who Mabel last saw hours ago was blocking the entire doorway, and she was wearing the same attire as before although now her right hand was bandaged.
Mabel didn't look to Pacifica's left, but she did then and standing there was a girl about a foot shorter than her escort. She was blindfolded which was odd.

"Latest conquest?" Mabel only knew retort and no remorse. It was how she reacted to things that hurt when they shouldn't.

Pacifica's nostrils flared but she swallowed a smart remark, the unknown feeling swallowing it and her bit by bit already. She pushed the girl inside and Mabel wasn't sure how happy she was about this but closed the door behind Pacifica anyway before crossing her arms. In her own mind it created a little support for the threat that was shoving her heart out of her chest.

"I need to sleep, so-"

"Forgive me." Pacifica said, eyes locked with Mabel's and her hand digging imprints into the victim's arm. "Mabel, please."

"Pacifica, I don't-"

"Or I'll kill her."

Mabel's half opened mouth paused for a minute in disbelief. "What?"

That was when the girl started crying and Pacifica brought her to her chest, a slightly hidden dagger that Mabel didn't notice becoming so against her throat. She didn't say anything, or do anything besides cry.

"Pacifica, are you mad? Let her go." Mabel's arms dropped and she stepped forward.

"No, Mabel. It's your fault. I can't... I can't keep feeling this way. This is horrible. I need you to forgive me and- and take me back so it can stop. I hate feeling this way. Say it. Say it so we can go back to before."

Mabel was gobsmacked and fishmouthed from apparent shock, but had enough sense to nod vigorously. "Yes. Yes, I forgive you. Pacifica, it's okay now."

Pacifica may have been a killer but Mabel wasn't going to have it on her conscience that a person died because of her. She watched Pacifica drop the knife, and released a breath she didn't know she was holding.

But as a last accomplishment, one more reward, Pacifica squeezed her eyes shut and granted the poor barhopper mercy by snapping her neck. It was the final signature at the end of a contract, the last gulp before her cut-off drink.

The deep breath before the plunge.

She didn't open her eyes until she stumbled over to an astounded Mabel and dropped to her knees. Pacifica hugged Mabel's middle as if to say thank you and Mabel ran a hand through her damp hair that smelt of mint, saying you're welcome.