All the way back to his game, the only thing Ralph could focus on was the almost sensual sway of Vanellope's hips. Whether it was conscious or not, he didn't know, but clearly someone had been getting hints on how to walk from a certain space marine. He was so busy watching her that he almost walked into her when they were stopped by the Surge Protector.

"Vanellope von Schweetz and Wreck-it Ralph, coming from Litwak's Laptop and going to Fix-it Felix Jr and no, we have nothing to declare only that we're planning on a night of fun so I suggest you stay far away from this outlet unless you want to hear all we get up to," Vanellope automatically informed the blue man before he could ask any of his questions. Ralph blushed bright red at the night of fun that she was alluding to, as well as how eager she seemed as she skipped up the stairs to the blue train. Her eyes showed a kind of burning passion.

"What have you got planned?" Ralph wondered as he eyed his girlfriend curiously from the train carriage behind her.

"You'll see. And feel. And enjoy," she replied with a mischievous grin. Her blush made her look so innocent, but Ralph knew that she was nowhere near as innocent as she pretended to be. He groaned in want as she chewed her bottom lip. It seemed like it took forever for the train to get to the game, and then the walk into East Niceland was punctuated with kisses and slight brushes that left both of them wanting each other more than anything.

The door to Ralph's shack was left ajar with the speed that the two lovers entered the place. Vanellope pressed Ralph against the door, shutting it properly, and marvelled at the way he seemed so pliable under her touches and kisses. She could feel the passion, the heat, the hardness that preluded a wonderful round of sex. And then she pulled him away from the door, stepping backwards and still kissing him from time to time while stepping back towards the bedroom and tugging his overalls to get him to follow her. Every pixel in her body was warm, a warmth that his body shared as well, and certain parts of her tingled. When they finally reached the bedroom, Vanellope reversed direction so that she was walking Ralph towards the end of the bed, and when he sat down heavily on it she stepped back to shed her clothing.

"Don't do anything, just watch," she instructed him when he went to remove his own clothing.

"You've been teasing me all night," he protested, to which she giggled.

"I'll make it up to you," she purred, and dropped her skirt. It was hard to look sexy while taking off stockings, but she somehow managed to pull it off. And then, when she finally came towards him on the bed, she wore only her green hoodie. As Vanellope crawled over Ralph, he lay back on the bed and could only watch as she began to slowly remove his overalls. Seeing her struggle, he helped her by moving enough that she could take his clothes off properly. When she saw her prize, she grinned almost wolfishly and looked up at him before directing her attention further south. She couldn't help but blush before getting down to business.

Small sounds of pleasure came from the wrecker as his girlfriend's tongue swept over the most sensitive part of him. He wondered how Vanellope had managed to master this skill, but then again she probably practised on popsicles or the like. He moaned, arching up into her mouth at that image. Seeing that he liked what she was doing, Vanellope began to move her mouth up and down on him. His moans of pleasure made her feel almost as good as she was making him feel. She almost wanted to pleasure herself, but she was too busy concentrating on the task at hand- she didn't want to choke on him. And then she began to taste him and grew even more excited, moving her tongue around as much as she was able until he finally cried her name a little breathlessly.

"How'd you like that?" she grinned, licking her lips after swallowing. It was a strange taste but she supposed that it was an acquired taste like dark chocolate.

"You were right about your mouth," Ralph commented, pulling Vanellope towards him. He couldn't help but notice a certain warmth and slickness that she'd left on his sheets. "And now I think that it's time I return the favour."

"Huh?" she asked, not catching his drift until his tongue was between her legs. And then she gave a squeak of surprise before tilting her head back and leaning it against the wall to enjoy the feeling. She sighed in pleasure and ran her fingers through his hair, trying to urge him to use more pressure in what he was doing. And when his tongue finally slipped inside, she moaned and felt shivers of pleasure fluttering over her skin at the unexpected invasion. If this was what he'd meant by returning the favour, she wanted him to do it all the time. With the earlier arousal still present, Vanellope soon felt the familiar heat and excitement rising until she thrust her hips forward and gave a cry of pleasure.

"Did you know that you even taste like vanilla?" Ralph asked, moving up to wrap his arms around her. She still felt in the mood for sex and, with her hoodie still on, a little hot under the collar. But she wouldn't take it off.

"Nope, I haven't had reason to taste myself before," she shrugged honestly. "Not surprising, though, considering your whole house smells like that with me living here."

"It's a nice smell and a nice taste," Ralph informed her, nuzzling her neck. Goosebumps rose on her skin at the nuzzle, and Vanellope couldn't help but smile.

"Then it's a good thing you're gonna be smelling and tasting it a whole lot," Vanellope grinned at him, rolling over and lying on top of him. It seemed that he had the same reaction to her pleasure as she'd had to his. "Ready for round two?"

"You really are back to normal," Ralph chuckled. "But first, why don't you take your hoodie off? Surely it must be hot in that thing."

"Same reason I wouldn't wear a bikini," she mumbled, glancing downwards at her stomach.

"Hey, there's no need to be self-conscious about your body. And besides, have you seen my figure lately?" Ralph pointed out. Vanellope smirked at that and relaxed enough to take her hoodie off.

"You're right, I was being stupid," she agreed, and pulled her hoodie off followed by the rest of the clothing on her upper body. Following this, she leaned down and kissed him while trying to worm herself onto him. When she failed, Ralph gently rolled her over so he was on top of her and gently entered her. The display of gentleness was one that Vanellope was used to, considering he was always so gentle around her. But still, her body had to adjust to his size and only when she said that she was ready did he begin to thrust into her.

She began to move with him, urging him breathlessly to go faster, and moaned her pleasure as he complied. She wrapped her legs around him, effectively locking them together, and dug her fingernails into his back as he sped up even more. Feelings of pleasure spread through her and she was glad for the soft mattress beneath her as she threw her head back and arched her back in pleasure.

They lay together afterwards basking in the afterglow, cuddled together on the large bed. Vanellope smiled at the feeling of Ralph's large arms around her and snuggled a little closer to him. One of his hands brushed her stomach and she smiled softly at the action.

"You're looking forward to being a father, aren't you?" she grinned, turning to face him and moving so her nose was touching his.

"Of course," he assured her, resting a hand on the small bump. "I like showing my gentle side. You bring it out in me so surely our child will too." Vanellope smiled at that and kissed him softly.

"I love you," she said softly, looking into his gentle eyes.

"I love you too," he replied, and pressed his forehead to hers as he let sleep claim them.

As an author's note, salted caramel is absolutely delicious. I'll probably update Sugar Crush before too long, maybe tomorrow if I'm feeling energetic.