The night was being perfect. What was better than being on a date in El Diablo (Stan's car), watching the landscape of Gravity Falls from a hill in the middle of the forest with... good company? And the night was going to get better. You don't know who leans in first, but suddenly Stan's hand is cupping your face and his lips are on yours. He's sweet, but a bit clumsy, as his glasses remind you of his existence by tapping you on the cheek as he approaches. You can't help but hum against his lips. Between gasps and knowing glances, Stan laughs, cups your face and brings his lips to yours once again. Now he has more confidence, more security with his hands. This kiss lasts longer and shows no signs of stopping anytime soon, but from this angle inside the car it's still a little awkward, side by side like this. Stan makes a surprised noise against your mouth as you grab him by the collar and drag him with you to the seat, but then he laughs and you can feel his smile on yours.

The kiss deepens before Stan breaks it to kiss your neck, your collarbone, his stubble feeling absolutely wonderful against your skin. Your fingertips have ruffled his hair beyond repair at this point, and you have to admit that you prefer it this way. You are trapped in this moment, in his embrace, his kisses, each one more intoxicating than the last, and his hand caressing your sides and waist in a way that makes Stan's name fall from your lips.

But the honk of a car startles you both, and a nervous teenager's apologetic chatter cuts through the moment as Stan threatens him, clearly angry at the interruption. Stan slumps back into his seat, cursing under his breath before sighing. He rubs his face with his hands before looking at you.

"I can't even drive up a cliff and have privacy in this city. I guess we should start heading back." Stan grumbles, closing his car door and starting the engine.

You bite your lip, thinking, your eyes raking over Stan's features. His messy hair, the wrinkled fabric of his shirt, the noticeable blush on his cheeks. You know your own cheeks are still hot, partly from embarrassment but also because less than two minutes ago, you had Stan's mouth on your neck and his hands roaming teasingly up your sides. You realize that you still want that, despite the interruption.