SO I started this one a while ago, around the same time as the first chapter I posted... but I wanted to wait to post it. I was going to kind of build up with a few dates and all of that jazz... but I just couldn't wait any longer!

She hadn't planned to stay out so late; and she certainly hadn't planned on this.

It had all started with just dinner, a simple dinner of burgers and root beer. The conversation had been light and entertaining. They had actually just been getting ready to go for a walk when their pint sized racer friend had practically bowled them over in her excitement and begged them to come and watch her race. There had been a three-way tie in the earlier roster race and the raven haired girl was excited at the prospect of an "epic win". And so they had agreed to go. The excitement buzzed through the air as the three racers took to the starting line. Vanellope was bouncing up and down in her seat; a determined growl set to her features.

"Now remember kid, it's just a race." Ralph reminded her

"Yeah yeah yeah. Yeesh!" the young girl snorted impatiently. She knew that the wrecker cared; but sometimes he could be such a worry-wart!

"Now you be careful out there Vanellope. This hammer can only fix so much if something goes wrong." said Felix.

"C'mon you guys! Havent you ever heard of positive reinforcement? !" Vanellope shook her head in annoyance.

"We're just trying to keep you alive, kid." Calhoun said. From the tower Sour Bill announced for everyone to clear the starting line. Calhoun watched as Ralph and Felix turned to head for their seats and then crouched down next to the racer. "Now go smoke 'em!"

It had certainly been the race to see. Vanelloppe had won by nearly a full lap. The celebration had quickly moved to Tappers, where copious amounts of root beer and some more adult-geared drinks were indulged. All too soon however the excitement of her win took over and Vanellope fell asleep atop Ralph's shoulder. He chuckled and nodded to his friends, stating that he ought to get the runt home to bed. Which left Felix and Calhoun alone, and surprisingly still ready to be out.

"You should come to the moonlight fight!" Zangeif said.

"The what now?" asked Felix, thoroughly confused.

"It is our nighttime fight, much different than game play! Everybody gets together to wrestle! Different opponents are chosen at random and they fight! You come and cheer on Zangief, yes?"

The couple soon found their selves sitting amongst a crowd of loudly cheering fans. Tamora spent a great deal of the night standing and cheering loudly when her favorites were winning, and booing when someone she didn't like got the upper hand. She was highly entertained when Felix, normally quiet and reserved Felix, stood up on his chair and shouted in a fashion that only Felix could at the wrestler who unfairly knocked down and pinned Zangeif. Their friend quickly recovered but Felix's outburst had been fun while it lasted.

Tamora had never been one for dancing, but Felix certainly was, and with a good amount of persistence (and the fair amount of drinks that she had consumed over the course of the night) the blonde sergeant was convinced to check out the nearby dance game after the wrestling match had ended. After hours it became a rather trendy nightclub.

She certainly had more fun than she expected to, and let loose more than she normally would allow herself. As the couple danced, however, they grew tired of the crowd and began to find their desire to be alone together growing. The gaze they shared spoke miles as they left the game and headed for the familiar apartments. For the first time since he could remember, Felix locked the door once they entered his apartment. He would worry tomorrow about the knocked over coffee table, the broken vase and finding all the articles of scattered clothing. Because for that moment in time it was just him, the night and his dynamite gal.

Tamora awoke very early; 6am according to the nearby alarm clock. She groaned quietly as she stretched out. She rolled back onto her side and wrapped her arm around the warm form next to hers, fully intent on going back to sleep for at least another hour. It wasn't often that she slept in, but a great many of her muscles were sore, and the bed was soft and warm. She relaxed all of a few seconds before her eyes snapped open at her realization of just where she was and with whom she was sharing a bed. This was...well it wasn't exactly inappropriate, they were both adults for Mod's sake, but she'd had yet to spend the night.

She leaned up on an arm and looked over at the sleeping handyman next to her. She smirked and leaned over, placing a kiss on his cheek before she got out of bed. She was thankful for her programmed stealth as she tiptoed around the room and retrieved the clothing that had been tossed about. She would apologize later to Felix for leaving without a proper goodbye. With one last affectionate look at her boyfriend she exited the apartment. She looked up and down the hall, praying to any God above that the elevator would come quickly and that she could leave without being seen. She pounded against the button until it finally opened and she let out a sigh of relief as it opened up empty. She hurried inside and pressed the button that would bring her down. The last thing she needed was to run into that busy body Mary or that pompous windbag Gene. Tamora cursed that stupid bell as the doors opened up to the ground floor. She listened intently for any sounds that the other tenants were awake and upon hearing the silence she hurried across the floor.

Calhoun was not an embarrassed woman; she never found herself embarrassed or making silly regrettable mistakes, but there was something about spending the night at your boyfriend's house and walking home in the same clothes that felt...well silly was one thing. She was Sergeant Tamora J Calhoun for crying out loud! She was sure if any of her men, or her close friends were to see her, as intimidating though she may be, she'd never hear the end of it. And though she could normally care less what Felix's rather snooty tenants thought, she was a sergeant, a woman of repute, and she certainly did not need any of them looking up-down their noses at her.

As she made her way to the train she thought that she had made it out scott-free. That was of course until she heard a loud yawn.

"Sarge?"

She froze for a second and then slowly turned, seeing Ralph standing there. Of course...of all the times for him to be awake early. The two stared off for a moment before Ralphs confused expression slid into an amused smirk.

"Enjoy your night Sarge?" he asked teasingly. She looked at him cooly.

"You keep that gum-gobbling trap shut Wreck-It."

"Haha whatever you say Sarge". He chuckled. She glanced from the waiting carts and back to the apartment.

"Oh fun.." she cursed under her breath and headed back up to the penthouse.

and there you have it :) hope you all enjoyed!