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Burgie : Thank you! You're soon to find out :D

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Song Listened To :

Get Low/Bon Appetite Mashup by Katy Perry, Zedd and Liam Payne


WARNING : This whole chapter is a sex scene :D Enjoyyy.


*Chapter 21*

Ralph exhaled a silent, trembling breath and rubbed his larger hands together in anxious fiddling. Although he knew Vanellope was strictly the one due to be coming and going in the display of changed bikinis, a show she was wanting to gift Ralph before they hit the crowded beach tomorrow, he somehow felt a lump gather in his throat. Stood in his and Vanellope's temporary bedroom, he shyly glossed his eyes across it. A massive, dimly lit, lovely, romantic room kissed with warm grey walls, a huge bed with the fluffiest of black downs, luxurious furniture kissed with gold accents, he felt the pulse in his jugular throb as his lovely brown eyes eased in the direction of their bathroom. Across their bedroom was a bevel of a wall, each side had a curve of a hidden corridor in and out of their massive, glossy bathroom, essentially two entrances or exits from said other huge room. He cocked an eyebrow and could hear Vanellope deep inside of it, her cute voice echoed a stagger of a silent giggle as she clearly was doing what she could to change into the first bikini she was due to showing off.

Ralph finally snapped out of his nervousness and looked down to the dresser he was stood before. Due to preparing to put on a lazy pair of sweats to further relax in, half way in the act of getting undressed, he stood in his black boxer briefs and caught a glance at himself in the dresser's gorgeous prop of a vanity mirror. He cocked an eyebrow and held his breath; not one to ever bother with his own reflection, even first thing in the morning, in the bathroom, his eyes glossed his own bare chest and felt a rush of shock hit him head on. All the workouts he had been doing with Ace and Zed, for the past few weeks now, very kindly blessed him with a lightly sculpted chest, the gut on his belly was nearly gone, having trimmed down almost entirely, he scoffed a silent noise of almost chuckling glee and wondered if this is what true confidence felt like, a scary slope into egotistical delight. He figured if there was ever any kind of a night to crown such an attitude, tonight was the night. His large pointer finger curled about the dresser's stop draw hook, and as he opened the drawer in search for their unpacked clothes, a pair of sweats he had previously sought out, he raised his eyebrows in hot surprise as a pop of Vanellope's voice suddenly came from the entrance of the bathroom.

"Okay, so THIS one is probably one of my favorites," Vanellope chirped cutely, she lofted her long, lovely, sleek black hair over her shoulder and scuffed her little feet to a halt as she looked down to her breasts and began doing what she could to properly adjust her suit, "I WAS going to save it for last, but... I couldn't resit, I've been wanting to put it on for days now. I have another one I want to save for last, anyways."

Ralph firmly cocked an eyebrow, halted his movement of going for a pair of sweatpants and allowed his handsome eyes to eagerly traverse Vanellope's curvy, gorgeous body. Strapped in a small number, a black bikini that was as glossy as her hair, left nearly no room for imagination. She shifted on her feet, the tilt of her wider hips, alongside the flick of her waist-length hair, Ralph struggled to swallow as she continued to fiddle with the strap that lead to the left breast cup of her bikini top. A beautiful, perfect representation of an hourglass figure, Ralph did everything he could to not don the dorkiest, widest smile of whole entire delight. Vanellope finally raised her eyebrows in baited wait, noted Ralph's silence and tossed her eyes to him, finally; she flinched in surprise, having not seen Ralph in nothing but underwear for awhile, she choked a shy giggle and tucked her hair behind her ears.

"Well, damn, is the one your saving for last simply just FLOSS?" Ralph barked with a happy, boyish laugh, though he shook his head and huffed a trembling little breath through the grin of his beloved, infamous gap-toothed smirk, "Y-You look... I-I mean, WOW."

"Thanks," Vanellope cooed in humbled sweetness, though she perked up and pointed upwards in a prickle of cute remembrance, "Oh, wait! It comes with a cute little, like... Skirt thing, hang on."

Ralph opened his mouth to kindly inquire about such item, though he snapped his jaw shut in hot surprise as his eyes eagerly caught with Vanellope's whole, round rear as she whirled around and vanished back into the bathroom, proudly sporting the full surprise of a thong bikini. Ralph shut his eyes tight, shook his head in discombobulated shock, grinned through the huff of a surprised, silent, shaky chuckle and finally unglued his eyes from the back of his skull. Still frozen in hot, boyish shock, his ears prickled to the sound of the patter of Vanellope's cute bare feet disappearing into the bathroom, and though she called back to Ralph and went on about something else she potentially forgot, Ralph felt his heart begin to thud in hot knowing, a roar of an engine he was sure was indefinitely powered off, and in the act of desperately doing what he could to get his feet working, he was now grinning in adamancy to cut Vanellope's fashion show short.

"Um, excuse me," Ralph barked with a hard chuckle of near rocked disbelief, though as he entered the massive sprawl of their bathroom, a glistening place of glossy white tiles, a huge walk-in shower to Ralph's right and a whole sprawl of counter space and floor to ceiling mirrors to his left, his eyes fixated on Vanellope's figure as she whirled around in total surprise.

"No! Wait out there, I'm not done!" Vanellope urged in solid plea, though with the way her statement trailed a devious little giggle, Ralph grinned and urgently shook his head as he began to now nearly stomp his adamant footsteps tight to Vanellope's stumbling figure.

"Nahh, no, I see what you're doing, here," Ralph's deep, sultry voice glossed the bathroom in reverberating bass, something that nearly stunned Vanellope in a mild show of now stiffening paralysis. He firmly side-eyed her with the cheekiest little grin he could afford, "The hell you thinking, you're SURELY not going to wear a thong bikini out in public."

"It has a little skirt to go with it!" Vanellope cried with a hard giggle, she was well aware she was discovered, here. She cued her's and Ralph's purple coding, and as she cutely glitch-hopped to the lovely sitting area, near the center of this massive, airy bathroom, she grappled said skirt and waved it about. Having now gained about two dozen feet of distance between her and Ralph, she was somehow floored in mischievous delight to see him scuff his large feet to a stop, redirect his attention to her new, quickly gained spot on the grid, and firmly pressed after her with a look of almost deathly delight, "Go back out! I'll put this on."

"It's translucent," Ralph cried with a hard, cute little laugh as he flagged his hand outward, he narrowed his gaze and pointed a waggle of his pointer finger in her direction, "You got that suit to taunt me and nothing more..."

"Is it working?" Vanellope loudly wondered with a cute giggle as she just barely bounced on her feet, as if to somehow contemplate an out, and with a quick opportunity, her coding slipped into nothing but a purple mess of pixels that whipped about Ralph like lightning. Quick on his feet, due to Vanellope's share of coding, he whirled around and clenched his fists in heart throbbing, urgent delight, the rush of the chase was now something due to crashing down on them, full force.

"You're ABOUT to find out," Ralph stated firmly, and though he seemed as if he was frustrated, his smiling, shaky chuckling promised Vanellope that he was due to coming entirely unglued, and a likely very animated swap was upon them.

"C'mon, Ralph, I-I still want to show you my other suits!" Vanellope cried as she popped out of her proper glitch hopping, across the stretch, though as Ralph also glitch-hopped in her direction, she successfully zipped off in an opposite streak of a path, causing Ralph to scuff out of his own bolt of lightning with a skid of his massive feet to the slick tiles underneath.

"I want to see this one on the floor, first," Ralph urged, to which Vanellope erupted in a loud, shy giggle fit.

"This is news to me," Vanellope's lovely, girly voice lilted in warm sweetness as she hooked her thumbs under the tight straps of her bikini top, and with a small little snap back to her bouncy skin, she waggled her eyebrows and bit her lip a little, "Gotta catch me, first, big guy."

"Those other two boys may not have been able to catch you," Ralph started as he grit his teeth, and though the two flood the bathroom with a bounce of purple lightning about the place, a firm toss around of swipes, his large hands nearly catching and missing her every single time. Due to likely skidding to a stop and giving up, temporarily, he was shocked to suddenly feel Vanellope's little arm in his grip as the two came back to the grid to the press of a lower counter just off to the side of the main sinks and counter tops, which included the sprawl of mirrors they were just out of sight from. Ralph and Vanellope stumbled with huffs of small laughter, though Ralph's large hands firmly grappled Vanellope's lower arms as he successfully held her still before him, faced away from him. He panted and finally huffed her a dark, whispery notion of a conclusion, "But I surely can."

"What're you gunna do to celebrate?" Vanellope questioned with a shaky, seductive giggle as she playfully tried to resist Ralph's large, strong hands tight about her lower arms, though she huffed a bit of a trailing sigh as his larger hands firmly grappled her wide hips with determined, baited wait. Vanellope tossed her becoming-hazy gaze over her shoulder and though she clearly wasn't eye level with Ralph, she still tossed her gaze in that direction and fluttered her eyes in shy surprise as he seemed to be becoming mildly unhinged. This was apparent with the way he had begun to sink his hips flush to her round, bare rear, and with the push of the very blatantly obvious, she gasped a little and felt her head begin to swim as she desperately tried to remain cool, "I-I can't just... Let you win, like this."

"Ohh, it's all over, for you, little lady," Ralph's deep voice grumbled tight into her ear as he hovered over her figure. She scrunched her shoulders, huffed a shaky little gasp, sunk the back of her body a little tighter into Ralph's front and desperately relished in the feel of his massive, grippy, opened palms flush against her soft, bare skin. She breathed a shy little giggle out to the wall before her, her small hands gripped the edge of the counter she was due to being bent over, and in the gentle shift of her feet, she bit her lip and sneakily dug her rear a little harder into Ralph's groin. A firm press of bodies, the gentle tug of her hips with his massive, able hands, he grinned in secretive delight as he shyly dug his face into the nook of her little neck, his hot breath coat her ear as his raspy, whispery goodness caused her skin to plague with sharply raised goosebumps, "This is entirely overdue, Your Majesty..."

"Whose fault is that?" Vanellope eased in sly, shaky sassiness, though before Ralph could cutely retort, she gingerly stood on tip toes, angled her hips a bit more flared into Ralph's and now properly shoved back into his massive, unmoving body. He grunted a shaky little chuckle, and though he was due to trailing this tease-fest out, he could tell the both of them were due to imploding in on themselves. With such, he began to eagerly wrangle himself out of his underwear, and with a firm thud of his bare distention against her plump rear, he hurriedly swiped at the thin fabric of her revealing thong bikini. He bit down on the tip of his tongue and began to messily trail his throbbing self up and down the slick skin between her legs, and with the gentle gasp of a giggle that trembled from her lungs, she stood on her tip toes and wriggled her body a little deeper into Ralph's as she cutely continued on. The flash of her seductive hazel eyes, over her shoulder, had Ralph diverting his gaze in mesmerized draw as her voice ushered him a hushed notion of sly tease, "Y'remember how to do this?"

"You tell me?" Ralph darkly wondered with a teasing, loving little smile, and with a very real amount of solid power, he grit his teeth and cautiously plunged the length of allowance deep into Vanellope's little body. He raised his eyebrows in high surprise as Vanellope's whole spine stiffened in world-altering shock, a ripple of purple pixels rolled up her back as she tightly inhaled a sharp, loud gasp. Although not able to sag their connection to a proper kiss of a flush meet, due to his sheer length, Ralph still grinned and grappled her wide hips as her vocal cords urgently splayed Ralph's name all up the glossy wall they were stood before. Ralph huffed a shaky, knowing chuckle and shivered in relished remembrance, the feel of her hot, tight body clenched on his, he shook his head and lulled his eyes closed in fluttering, doomed delight, "I-I think that answers both of our questions."

"H-How could we go so long without this, Ralph?" Vanellope's voice meeped in shaky, crumpling delight as she shifted on her feet and gasped in a roll of whatever movement he made, and with a gentle thrust into her body, a simple little warm up, both beings huffed grunts of knowing moans out to the room in unison; Ralph huffed a loud, shaky chuckle and shook his head as he grappled Vanellope's hip bones.

"I-I don't know, but I'm going to make sure that huge of a gap never happens again," Ralph's voice wheezed in whispery, shaky delight, and as he cued his and Vanellope's lovely coding, he hovered over her little, trembling shoulder and hotly whispered his shivering demise tight to her ear, "This time, we've got more coded nonsense on our side."

"Wh-what do you mean?" Vanellope whispered nervously, though in a heartbeat, Ralph inhaled a tight breath through his nose and immediately cued up their stressor marks. In a rapid fire flare of urgency, Vanellope suddenly gaped in a hot shock of surprise as their thirteenth stressors immediately sagged together, due to Ralph's length. Vanellope barked a hard, startled moan out to the wall before her and nearly crawled onto the counter Ralph was pinning her too. With the firm shove onto her own tip toes, she wobbled a little as Ralph's massive hands steadied her and held her tight into him, though as he readied the two for the throw around, Vanellope narrowed her gaze in a squeeze of nervous desperation and huffed her shaky, girly little whispers into Ralph's ear as he began to hungrily trail gaping kisses into her jugular, "Th-this changes things, a bit..."

"You're not placing first, this time, my babe," Ralph's voice grumbled into her skin, and as he pressed his pointer fingers into the flared, sensitive stressors proudly aglow on her hip bones, he grit his teeth and began to urgently thrust into her little, unsuspecting body.

"Ohh, I'm not even mad about it," Vanellope's raspy voice rolled a shaky, moaning giggle as Ralph's broad smile shyly tucked into the side of her neck.

Eager to hear the rolling gasps and moans from her mouth, Ralph lulled his eyes closed in dreamy delight and allowed his movement to fly on a very strict, solid autopilot. As he hopelessly rut against her bare rear, the sink of a push and pull, the drag of their now wet and grippy connection continued on in a firm slide of solid digs. Ralph cocked an eyebrow and huffed a shaky, boyish little chuckle of surprise onto her shoulder as she urgently cried Ralph's name. Vanellope's much littler body squirmed as his feverish digs were loaded with friction and met with the resistance of their live-wired end-all. The electrifying grapple of their thirteenth stressors haphazardly did whatever they could to keep their grippy connection, though with Ralph's release and return of firm, prodding digs, he squeezed his eyes shut in hot, dreary delight as his throbbing self urgently squished against the resistance of her hot, wet insides.

Ralph felt his world begin to crumple, and although he had promised Vanellope that he was due to unloading all over the finish line first, he felt his lungs desperately remind him to take in air as he could feel himself stumbling upon it faster than he thought. In the dull, unmotivated months of abstaining, his hazy eyes urgently glossed the wall before them in a bit of shock as to just how huge this tidal wave was becoming. He groaned a loud, nervous noise of full understanding as the wall before them so eagerly collected every single decibel of Vanellope's loud, raspy moans of full desperation. Ralph clenched his teeth and stepped his bigger feet a bit tighter to the counter they were stood at, and with such, he was successful in shoving Vanellope's body a bit more upright in an even deeper dig of pure, coded desperation. Ralph's large hands urgently slid up the small dip of Vanellope's waist, to which one hand continued to slide to her lower stomach. With said fervent digs, he firmly cupped her abdomen and kept her still against his writhing movements, her urgent squirming nearly had his knees shaking. With the sudden stiffen of Vanellope's spine, once more, Ralph's heavy eyes opened in dreary, delirious shock as he eagerly caught the sight of the toss of Vanellope's head, the wide gape of world-altering shock, the only thing emitted was near-silence from her lungs, he eased a sneaky, becoming-exhausted little grin and awaited the sudden call of his name.

Like clock work, Ralph lulled his eyes closed and allowed the shaky, desperate yell of his name to bounce about the inside of his skull, and with the now firm, thudding thrusts of his hips tight into the squish of Vanellope's bare rear, he nearly had her hovered off of the ground and fully bent over the counter he was cementing her to. Ralph grit his teeth, the roll of his lower back and hips so easily allowed for the sheer length and girth of his own self to slip in and out of their connection in slick, rapid succession, the squeeze of his fingers tight into the coded stressors on her hips, the very eager digs at her becoming-molten hot thirteenth stressor, deep in her writhing body, Ralph wrinkled his nose and could swear the room was spinning. In a tight promise to never let this much time escape them, ever again, he hurriedly breathed his hot, shaky, almost whining breath into the top of her sweaty shoulder.

"Vanellope, I-I..." Ralph croaked nervously, to which Vanellope blurt a knowing, shaky giggle out to the ceiling.

"Ralph, i-it's SO overdue," Vanellope begged, her trembling voice trailed with a moan of nervous delight as Ralph now helplessly dug his quick, thrusting movement tight into her bare rear. She clawed the counter she was being plowed into and grimaced in a tight show of pure desperation as she squeezed Ralph one final, whimpering conclusion, "G-Give me everything, please, I beg of you."

Without a single second wasted, Ralph stiffened his back, grappled Vanellope's hips in continued, firm shoves and now urgently began to dig his tip tight into Vanellope's end-all in a mess of angry ruts, and with said squish of haphazard thrusts, he choked a startled noise and urgently unloaded his interior coding with a pop of heat straight into Vanellope's core. Ralph flinched, shut his eyes tight, grit his teeth and uttered a hard, raspy growl of a loud groan into the top of Vanellope's trembling little shoulder, and as he kept the two glued to each other amidst his continuous, squirming digs, he eventually slowed his movements, shifted on his large bare feet and fluttered his eyes in a heavily panting, quaking mess of sweaty nonsense that dripped down his forehead, between his eyes. Vanellope threw her head back in a slow thud to Ralph's large, broad shoulder and clavicle, her breasts heaved as she urgently and loudly panted out to the room and ceiling about them, and though the two remained tight in their strict shove of near-upright rigidity, the two eventually sagged their shoulders in the downswing of rushed, refreshed coding.

Ralph furrowed his eyebrows in a bittersweet kiss of floored delight and lulled his eyes closed tight. The feeling of cool, new coding that began to urgently take down every single grab of cobwebs in dark corners of their shared coding, abundant love flood the two in a rush of forgotten problems, and with said kiss of renewal, Ralph easily allowed a wide smile to sprawl his red, sweaty cheeks as he continued to hotly pant on Vanellope's little shoulder. She finally breathed a shaky, groaning drawl of a giggle as she and Ralph lazily shifted on their bare feet, and still tightly yanked into their deep connection, they sagged in a bit more of a comfortable stance. Knowing that this night had only just begun, Vanellope fluttered her eyes and rested the side of her head against Ralph's collar, she eased her shy eyes closed and continued to pant through her nose as Ralph lovingly splayed her forehead and the tops of her closed eyelids with an unending swathe of warm kisses. He huffed a shy chuckle through his nose as they continued to do what they could to catch their breath, and though Ralph was sure they could sit in silence and marinate in this feeling for a long while to come, he lovingly began to ravel his massive arms tight about her middle and breathed her a whispery, adoring notion into the bend of her neck.

"Forgive me," His deep, shy tone glossed her sweaty skin with a promise of continued love, and with the feel of her shaking, little hand tight to his jawline, he pushed deeper into her touch, as a whole, and relished in the silent little gasp for air her ribcage took in. He shakily continued on, his hushed tone was as delicate as irony could allow, "I'll never let this much space come between us, ever again... I-I can't go without your love, like this. I don't know what had gotten into me... I'm so sorry, Vanellope."

"Me too," Vanellope admitted quietly, she heaved a finalized, nervous little sigh, and though she smiled and lulled her eyes closed in a full relish of his swirling coding eagerly refreshing the two in a vat of never-ending love, she felt the last little kiss of sorrow and dread very solemnly bid her farewell, one last fleeting little moment of allowing herself to feel sorry for their situation, "I played a part in this, too, but..."

"Never again," Ralph whispered with assured warmth and a nod to boot, he cleared his throat and cutely pressed a few more kisses into the bridge of her nose, "Tonight, we start fresh. We fill each other's cups until sunrise... I don't care what has to happen. Tonight, we're new."

"I can get on with that," Vanellope whispered sneakily in Ralph's face, and as he caught her in a few firm, adoring little smooches, he held on tight to her little body and nearly dug his fingers into her stressors in such a way that proverbially promised her little body that it was due for quite an exciting night to come.