Song Listened To : I found Love by Owl City
*Chapter 112*
Westwind city held a calm, nighttime air of gentle nostalgia. Perched in the highest tower, which, to Vanellope's dismay, lacked a code room, the four heads of Sugar Rush got comfortable for the night. After a long evening of roaming the city life and pretending to be anything but royalty, Ralph and Rancis lazily hung in the small kitchen they were given for the night. The four made sure, no matter which city, that they had a safe haven they could escape to, just in case of a disaster, or anything else they didn't want to think too deeply about.
Though their home, for the evening, was not as grand as the castle, their loft in the clouds still was crowned with everything made just for royalty. Ralph rummaged through the fridge as he licked his fingers clean of left over chocolate cake he had been eating at for the past few minutes. Rancis uttered an audible groan and slumped over the kitchen's small island, as if to express that any more food put into his body was bound to make him explode. Ralph softly peered back at him and gave him a hard smirk, as if to kindly tease him for being such a wimp.
"I don't know how you're still eating," Rancis groaned again and lazily slumped his whole upper body to the cold counters underneath him. He heaved a hard chuckle, out of pain, and ruffled the curl in his hair, which had stiffened with his previous visit to the balcony, where the misty, cloudy atmosphere had done a number on his do.
"It's like you have no idea who I am and what my body is about," Ralph grumbled as he continued to rummage through the fridge. He finally pulled out a banana and eyed it, though Rancis largely covered his face, as if looking at food was going to kill him.
"You're actually torturing me," Rancis grumbled, his exhausted blue eyes glared up at Ralph, though Ralph peeled the banana and pretended to be seductive about it. Rancis largely wrinkled his nose and waved his hand, "Not like that, you idiot!"
Ralph laughed and began to normally eat. He put the peel on the kitchen island, in front of him, and leaned into it. Through a mouth full, he shook his head and peered about their warm living quarters.
"Tonight's been fun," Ralph chimed softly, "Weird, but... Fun."
"I don't remember the last time we had a night off," Rancis cocked an eyebrow and idly gazed at the banana peel on the counter, "Thank you for creating an heir to the throne so we can all dick around for an evening of no responsibilities."
"Anything for you, my love," Ralph teased in a dull tone as he gazed down at his fingers, they were lightly gooped with dregs of the banana he quickly finished.
"Seems like everything is going just fine," Rancis chuckled at Ralph's comment, though the two peered across the living room, to the large window that overlooked a good portion of Westwind's sprawling city, as well as it's outlying towns and villages, "I'm not too worried about Tessa. She seems to have a good hand on everything the game consists of."
"Yeah, I'm not worried, either," Ralph shrugged, "Vanellope, on the other hand..."
"She's worried?" Rancis kindly wondered with a hint of sadness.
"I think she's more worried about Tessa having Zed with her, for the night," Ralph rolled his eyes, "If us four are all STILL like rabbits, in mating season... Imagine how those two are. Not totally something either of us like to worry about... It's been almost half a year that those two have been together. They have the best self control I have ever witnessed."
"They're responsible," Rancis waved his hand, "I'm sure one night together, they won't throw it all to the wind. Tessa knows better, yeah?"
"I like to hope," Ralph chuckled and looked down, he placed his large hands on the island counter and heaved a hard, raspy sigh, "It'll be fine. Nothing is messed up, so far, and it's well past midnight. I'm sure they're asleep."
"Ralph, they're not children anymore," Rancis shook his head with a wide, annoyed smile, "They're full gamers, at our level... WE'RE awake, and it's well past midnight. They just went to prom! How many more neon signs do you need."
"I'm trying to console myself, over here," Ralph barked as the two boys laughed, though Ralph rolled his eyes, "Be grateful Penny doesn't have a boyfriend, yet. This is torture!"
"She's too sassy, she chases all the boys away," Rancis looked away, though he held onto a loving smile, "Gets that from her mother..."
"Y'gunna ditch us, again?" Ralph beamed, though Rancis largely nodded.
"Yes," He teased, "You can thank Taffyta."
"C'mon, you two are doing just fine," Ralph gestured towards him, "I'm pretty sure Penny would probably appreciate a sibling, though. What's the deal?"
"Firewall is a beautiful thing, my friend," Rancis wagged his finger, "Besides. I don't think it's so much as Penny wants a sibling, as much as Vanellope wants another niece or nephew."
"Vanellope won't stop talking about it," Ralph grumbled, though just as he was about to continue on, the two suddenly whirled their attention to the stairwell just beyond the living quarters.
"It's weird, not being royalty for the day," Taffyta urged, the two girls pushed into the living quarters, though their voices were louder than usual, as if they wanted the boys' attention, "Feels kinda weird... When we were in town earlier, I almost felt as if I was an alley cat."
"No responsibilities," Vanellope chimed, though as they came into better lighting, Ralph and Rancis raised their eyebrows in hard surprise and noticed the two were wearing comfortable clothes for the night, though their skin tight tank tops and lazy shorts, that easily revealed almost all of their thighs, led to suggest they were on to something. Vanellope softly pulled her hair out of her usual ponytail and, as seductively as she could, she cocked an eyebrow and only barely glanced at her husband, "Sorta nice being a normal gamer, for once. Too bad it doesn't come with the royal perks, like it used to."
"Yeah, it was nice having a Knight in shining armor to sweep me off my feet every night," Taffyta said in a sorrowful tone as the two stopped just before the kitchen, though both girls shrugged and began to part ways; Taffyta's and Rancis's bedroom was across the loft from Ralph's and Vanellope's. Taffyta waved her fingers a little and pushed to her destination, "Well, sleep well, Vanellope. See you tomorrow."
"Yyyep," Vanellope chimed as both girls suddenly vanished, just as quickly as they arrived.
Ralph and Rancis stood in frozen, baited wait, as if they were patiently waiting for more to play out, though as soon as they realized that their cue, to jump into action, started with their two brides leaving the room, they both immediately tensed and began to stumble away from the kitchen. The two largely bumped into each other, to get to their appropriate sides of the house, though with a few grunts of disgruntled laughs, Ralph threw the banana peel in Rancis's way, which caused him to stumble around it.
"What do you think this is, Mario Kart?" Rancis bellowed as both boys began to stumble away from each other.
"Don't come in first, you know girls don't like that," Ralph uttered, which caused Rancis to crumple into annoyed laughter.
"You should know, you're the first man!" Rancis called, though Ralph playfully gaped.
"She's not the president!" Ralph argued, though with a few more stifled laughs, from both boys, Ralph largely pushed into the long hallway, in which lead to his and Vanellope's room, as well as a marvelous bathroom across from it.
Ralph beamed an excited smile, and as quickly as he could, he hustled down the hallway and hooked into their bedroom. He jolted into the room and, as if he had to reassess the situation, he flinched and was quick to find Vanellope hanging near their large, floor to ceiling window. She looked tense, with her posture. Ralph furrowed his eyebrows in growing dread and slumped his shoulders. He looked Vanellope over, however, and continued on into the room. He heaved a raspy sigh and shook his head, in growing annoyance.
"Babe," Ralph started, though he finally breathed another chuckle and swiped his hand over his face, lazily, as if he should have known his hopes would've been raised and dropped in the span of two minutes, like it has been recently, "What is it, now."
"I-I saw lightning," Vanellope softly pointed in the direction of Stonecrest. Only Stonecrest's glorious lightning clouds could very faintly be seen, in the distance. Ralph looked up to the ceiling and slumped his shoulders, "I just hope that-"
"Vanellope," Ralph barked softly, though it still startled his bride. She jumped and tucked her arms and hands to her chest, her dewy, innocent eyes peered up to Ralph's in saddened curiosity, "Come on. It's STONECREST. The stormiest city in this whole game. I'm sure Tessa just found the lightning button, or something."
"I hope they're home, safely," Vanellope worried, though Ralph softly grabbed her upper arms and peered into her eyes.
"You can't do that to me," Ralph urged in a hiss of a whisper, though he softly chuckled as she rolled her eyes and looked down, "C'mon, that was cruel. Let's... Let's go back and try that again."
"I'm sorry," Vanellope urged, though Ralph stumbled towards the door and disappeared out of it. Vanellope largely slumped her existence and patiently waited for Ralph to come back in, so she could continue talking. She flinched, though, once Ralph burst back into the room, a look of expectancy hung on his face, though it easily slumped to growing agitation.
"Th-this is the part where you take something off," Ralph uttered in a dull tone as he lulled his eyes closed, though he perked up and gestured towards her, as he approached, "Or, if you need some help."
"Just take me," Vanellope said dramatically as she clawed at her collar bones, though Ralph knew she was being cynical and sarcastic, "I'm already helpless, as it is."
"... Is that what this is all about?" Ralph beamed, "I can show you helpless, if that's the kind of night you want."
"Doesn't matter anyways," Vanellope giggled in a tired tone as she began to slink towards their large, comfortable looking bed. Draped with dark purple downs, with gold accents, "I-I forgot to tell you something..."
"What, you like to blue-balls any potential Ralph's within a five foot vicinity?" Ralph grumbled as he softly shut and locked their bedroom door.
"... I checked how many swaps we're at, on the countdown," Vanellope said, her voice was as soft as silk, though she peered down to their beckoning bed.
Ralph raised his eyebrows and gazed at his Queen. He felt his heart jump in mild confusion, though just as he was about to open his mouth and claim an insinuation, in which he knew was correct, Vanellope beat him to it.
"One more swap," Vanellope trailed off, though she couldn't help but smile, "And our family of four wreckers turns into five."
"Y-You... You don't have that firewall up, do you," Ralph uttered quietly, though his voice held a twinge of excitement. He could tell Vanellope was dancing around a quiet decision as well; to be mildly disappointed, or elated at just what was happening upon their minds.
"Nope," Vanellope chirped quietly as she crossed her arms, "Because I don't have any control over the game, the firewall was taken down."
Ralph held solid in a frozen dilemma. He glanced about Vanellope's beautiful, familiar body, and couldn't help but scoff a noise and smile down to his feet, as if bashfulness had finally gotten the better of him. He tapped his fingers to his sides, a few times, and looked far to his left, out their beckoning window. The beautiful, enchanting view of their land; the fact that they had no control over it made this situation a little bit more heightened then he previously remembered. He finally glued his eyes back to Vanellope's figure and was glad she gave him her dewy, hazel stare as well. She looked nervous, though in a glowing, excited kind of way.
"We're normal gamers, with no special part to the main control of the game," Vanellope softly shrugged, "... What do those gamers do, when they're one swap away from making a baby? With no access to that special firewall?"
"Th-they'd have to get permission, from the King and Queen," Ralph uttered softly as he dared to take a step closer to Vanellope. Her presence welcomed him with ease, "I don't think it'd be wise to go banging down the King and Queen's door, tonight, anyhow... Tessa and Zed are likely busy with more important things."
"It is one in the morning, after all," Vanellope softly shrugged and, as Ralph's soft presence grew closer, "I don't think they'd have time, for lowly commoners, like us..."
"So what do we do?" Ralph's voice almost whispered, though his heart thumped harder than he thought was possible. He smiled into Vanellope's eyes and, as delicately as he could, he took her small hand in his massive one.
"Guess we'll have to hold out," Vanellope's voice was laced with uncertainty, though she knew what the both of them truly wanted.
Ralph cocked an eyebrow, looked down at Vanellope's curvy, beautiful body and scoffed an annoyed breath of a laugh. He shook his head and squeezed her hand, as if to make it known that he had been tortured for long enough. He could tell Vanellope was onto his silent, patient pleas, though she remained poised and solid. She softly squeezed his hand, in return, though the two quickly began to become mildly giddy over the silence of the conclusion they both were coming to.
"The castle can handle another wreckling, can't it?" Ralph wondered in a kind whisper; his honey brown eyes soaked into her existence, a palpable draw she knew was the reason she fell in love with him.
"It withstood two, just fine," Vanellope added softly, as the two drew closer to each other.
"Third time's a charm, yeah?" Ralph's smile, though patient and small, still held a very tangible amount of excitement. Vanellope finally scoffed a bashful giggle and let her hands meet the tops of Ralph's shoulders, as he drew closer and closer.
"Wh-what do we tell Tessa and Oliver?" Vanellope beamed excitedly, though she choked out a girly laugh as Ralph finally ducked down and began to warmly smooch her neck.
"To bust out the bubble wrap," Ralph grumbled into her neck and wrapped his strong, patient arms around her body. As delicately as he could, he laid her back to their bed and crawled over her. The bed loudly croaked with the impending excitement, though Ralph hung his head over Vanellope's and smiled into her eyes, as if to ask permission for such a raw, precious task at hand.
"It's nice to forget everything, for the night," Vanellope heaved a soft sigh and shook her head, though her heart fluttered at the idea of everything; she knew every addition, added to their little family, was beyond special. A chance to never look back and to dive head first into the task of raising a new life.
"I missed having a baby, around, to be honest," Ralph eased quietly into her collar, though Vanellope could tell he was becoming impatient.
"What, Rancis isn't enough for you?" Vanellope joked, which caused the two to laugh and stir in their brooding, awaiting actions.
Ralph laughed on Vanellope's skin, though he was anxious to finally feel unimportant, to the world, for once. He sunk into her familiar body, which welcomed him with all the ease in the world, just like they were used to. Her little hands held the back of his head and weaved into the crazy, auburn strands. She gripped a little as the two slowly began to stir out of their own clothing. He breathed a small noise onto her shoulder and, in this moment, he was pleased to feel only needed by one person and one person only. Somehow, the weight of the kingdom, put on someone else's shoulders for the night, made this moment seem a million times more special.
The two eased into each other, once and for all, and like throwing a bucket of cold water on searing fire, the two let their bodies melt into each other, as if the melting steam, that arose from their delicate situation, was enough to turn their cozy bedroom into a sauna of their own. Ralph gripped his bride in his strong hands and, as they fell into a rhythm they were familiar with, he felt his heart pulse with the impending excitement that was upon them, the mere fact that he was given this third go-around, without any worries or hesitation, made his heart soar. With Sugar Rush's hot, dark morning air, he could swear the two were sat right at the doorstep of their humble beginnings, an epicenter he was thankful Vanellope let the two gladly revisit.