A/N: WARNING! This chapter, while not particularly explicit, does have mention of an adult situation. Just... the whole chapter. Since I couldn't decide where to break it up.
That's also why the chapter is kind of long. Consider it a Christmas Present.

Chapter 27: Come to Bed, Part 1

Ralph started as he realized where he was. He blinked and stared at the door to Vanellope's bedroom uneasily. Vanellope was still snuggling into his neck and making nice sounds. It seemed to him that he didn't remember actually agreeing to this. He was having a hard time finding it in him to cross through that door. It seemed far too-

"Are we going to go in or not?" Vanellope asked, interrupting Ralph's moment of anxiety. Ralph turned his attention to her, rather than the door. She'd pull away to look at his face, her head tilted in confusion. The confusion didn't abate when he put her down.

"I don't know that I should." Ralph answered.

Vanellope inspected his face closely. He had a familiar nervous, uncomfortable look on his face. One that Vanellope was beginning to recognize, but it still baffled her. She just didn't understand why he felt the need to be so unsure around her all the time. Not when she always felt so confident with him.

"Well, if you really don't want to..." Vanellope said. She pouted at him. Ralph winced.

"I probably shouldn't." Ralph hesitated.

Of course that hesitating told Vanellope all she needed to know. She leaned up on tip-toe, indicating she wanted him to lean down for a kiss. Her hand just brushing the doorknob. Ralph didn't hesitate to take her up on this.

Ralph leaned down and kissed her very softly. Vanellope made a complaining noise and brought a hand up around his neck. Ralph leaned forward more, deepening the kiss. Vanellope went off tip-toe, dragging Ralph down with her. Ralph put his hands on the door to keep his balance as he was pulled down.

Vanellope tried not to smile. She grabbed the doorknob and turned, grinning as they fell inside.

Ralph yelped a little as he stumbled through the doorway, his arms pinwheeling as he struggled to keep himself upright. He'd been successful, but Vanellope wasn't quite so lucky. She'd stumbled backwards in an attempt to use Ralph to balance herself, still clinging to his neck. It hadn't worked. She'd tumbled to the floor, landing on her back with a rather loud thud.

Ralph was locked up, looking completely shocked. From Vanellope's point of view on the floor this was priceless. His back was hunched, his arms were up, his eyes were wide. He was almost on top of her. Vanellope was practically cackling.

Ralph looked down at her, ready to scold, but he stopped short when he got a good look at her. Vanellope was on the floor, her knees bent into the air so her feet were on the ground. Her head was bent back as she laughed, causing her back to arch off the ground just a bit. She was holding her ribs and her shirt was riding up, partially because of how she was clutching herself, and her entire stomach was exposed. Ralph gave a rumbling sigh.

Vanellope eventually stopped laughing, the amusement cooling down. She wiped her eyes and looked up at Ralph again. She paused in surprise at how he was looking at her. His gaze was almost unfocused, but it was still roaming up and down to look at... her body, she supposed. Her face turned a little pink.

"Ralph?" She asked. Ralph's gaze snapped up to her face with a guilty blush. Vanellope smiled and held her hands into the air. Ralph held her hands and pulled her up. Ralph looked around the room while Vanellope straightened her outfit out a bit.

It was about what you'd expect, based on the rest of the castle. A large room decked out in pink, with long lacy drapes on the windows and white bedroom furniture. Ralph's eyes got stuck on the large bed in the middle of the room. It was larger than Vanellope would ever need by herself. It was almost larger than Ralph would've needed by himself.

"It's king sized." Vanellope commented, following his eyes. Ralph turned back to her. She was hopping around, taking off her shoes. That was the 3rd garment to disappear, if you counted her gloves, Ralph carefully didn't notice.

"Shoes?" Ralph questioned.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I don't wear my shoes to bed." Vanellope teased. Of course, Ralph didn't wear shoes.

Vanellope finished with her boots and tossed them over into the corner before sitting down on the edge of her bed. She sat smiling, her hands on her lap expectantly. After a still moment she patted the space next to her. Ralph worked his jaw and swallowed nervously. Vanellope rolled her eyes at his hesitation.

"Why are you so nervous?" Vanellope asked, trying to hide her amusement. She had an idea that laughing at him any more wouldn't help at this point.

"You." Ralph answered quickly. "Or maybe me." He amended. "It's complicated." Ralph said after a moment. He sighed and came over, sitting down on the bed beside Vanellope. Vanellope wrapped her arms around one of his and rested her face against his arm.

"I make you nervous?" Vanellope asked, not able to keep the grin off of her face.

"Mostly because I never know exactly what you're going to do." Ralph explained. This wasn't a new thing, Vanellope had always been so unpredictable. But it seemed different now. He had more invested in her actions, he guessed, now that they were together.

"Oh. Sooo... if I told exactly what I plan to do to you now that you're here, that would make you less nervous?" Vanellope asked. She levered herself up onto her knees, straddling his hips and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Ralph looked at her and hesitantly put his hands on her sides.

"Somehow I really doubt it." He said after a moment. Vanellope gave a wicked grin and kissed him deeply.

Ralph sighed blissfully. He started leaning back onto the bed, using one arm to prop himself up. It was about then that what Vanellope's hands were doing caught his attention. They'd made their way down his chest and were slowly scrunching up his shirt near it's non-existent hem.

"What are you doing?" Ralph asked, muffled by Vanellope's lips.

"I thought you didn't want to know." Vanellope pointed out. Ralph pulled back and looked her in the face. "I'm taking off your shirt." Vanellope answered.

"And what's that going to accomplish?" Ralph asked. He leaned back on both elbows, just sort of enjoying the feel of Vanellope on him. She hadn't stopped pulling at his shirt, he noticed.

"I will get to see you shirtless, duh." Vanellope 'explained'. She took advantage of this situation by feeling up his chest as she exposed the skin. She paused when she'd gotten it up to his shoulders. With his arms behind him and his overall strap there might be a problem. Ralph snickered at her annoyed look.

"What, you think this'll stop me?" Vanellope asked, raising an eyebrow at Ralph. Ralph just shrugged. Vanellope grinned before popping the latch on Ralph's overall strap and pulling the shirt over his head, trapping his arms behind him as effectively as a shirt could.

Ralph blinked, a little confused as to what had just happened. Vanellope clapped her hands and squealed at her success.

"You think you're sooo clever, don't you?" Ralph asked sarcastically.

"Yes!" Vanellope practically hissed as she proceeded to enjoy her unimpeded access to Ralph's bare chest. She was bent over so that her face was nearly touching him, stroking her hands along ridges his muscles presented. They were more pronounced like this, she noticed with satisfaction.

Ralph had to admit that bits of this were quite nice. To his surprise, he really enjoyed being touched. He was a little wary of the fact that he couldn't move though. If he moved his arms wrong he was going to tear his shirt... again, and if he moved his hips too much his overalls were likely to fall off. Vanellope crawled her way up him and lay across his chest with satisfaction.

"Hmmm," she murmured happily. "this is great." she told him. Ralph murmured his agreement as Vanellope kissed him.

Vanellope brought her hands to Ralph's face, her fingertips brushing over his cheeks and jawline. Ralph gave an appreciative, rumbling moan and tried to lever himself up a bit. Vanellope released the kiss an looked at him, mock seriously.

"This isn't nearly as fun with your arms trapped." Vanellope informed him.

"Glad you noticed." Ralph replied. Vanellope sat up, giving Ralph room to lever himself off of his elbows and into a sitting position. Vanellope started to push his shirt down his arms, shifting a little closer to getting better access.

She'd only gotten the shirt about halfway down his arms when she paused. She wasn't sure what it was that had stopped her until she looked up at Ralph's face and saw that he was staring at her. It was a new look on him but she recognized it anyway, it'd been on her face a lot lately. She blushed and looked down, kind of nervous all of a sudden. She wondered if this feeling was why Ralph seemed so nervous all the time. Did she make him feel like this?

Vanellope looked up again to see Ralph smiling at her. When she smiled back Ralph kissed her. She sighed and her hands, which had been previously occupied with his shirt, trailed up to his shoulders. She pressed herself into him.

Then suddenly a few things happened all at once. Vanellope squeaked as her hips rolled forward onto a something she hadn't been considering a moment ago. Ralph groaned and squirmed, his arms were suddenly wrapped around her very firmly. Vanellope broke the kiss with a gasp, clutching at Ralph's shoulders.

"Oh..." Vanellope's voice wavered a bit. They were still pressed close together. The pressure invading the space between her legs was the most wonderful and distracting thing she'd ever felt. It took a lot of brain power to keep still, her hips were trying to coerce themselves into some circular motion. She gathered the presence of mind to look at Ralph.

Ralph seemed to be having a similar struggle. He was shivering a bit and breathing heavily through his nose. His arms were still wrapped around Vanellope's waist, pieces of his shirts dangling from both of them.

"You ripped your shirt." Vanellope mentioned in an attempt to distract herself. Ralph made a sound of acknowledgment. He let up on his grip and exhaled slowly through his mouth. He put his hands down and rested them on the bed. Vanellope was still pressed against him, but it seemed less urgent now. She didn't want to get up though.

"Sorry." Ralph said, sounding a bit tense. Vanellope made a little whiny sound.

"Why are you sorry?" Vanellope asked, a desperate sort of exasperation in her voice. Was Ralph always going to have such a reluctant attitude towards everything? She was going to have to drag him every step of the way into everything for the rest of their lives. She just knew it.

"I just... didn't mean to." Ralph answered. It was true. If given time to think about it he probably wouldn't have done that. His body had decided that was a good idea all on it's own.

"Can we keep going?" Vanellope asked, lifting her hips a bit in a hopeful gesture.

"No, I don't think-" Ralph's words made Vanellope want to scream. Instead she beat her forehead on his shoulder in frustration. She stopped after a moment, resting her head on his shoulder with a sigh.

"Who programed you to think? Because you get the worst ideas." Vanellope griped.

Ralph, seeing that he wasn't going to get his side of this out, decided to just show her what he wanted. Ralph hoisted her up a bit, away from his hips, and plopped her down so she was laying on the bed. Vanellope just stared blankly at the ceiling in shock for a moment. Ralph stood up and struggled with the strap on his overalls for a minute, trying to hook it with his impossibly large hands.

"You're not leaving are you?" Vanellope asked, propping herself up with her hands.

"No, but I won't be able to do what I want to do if I think my pants are gonna fall off." Ralph answered with a growl. He was frustrated with the clasp, and a little annoyed at Vanellope for giving him a hard time. He wasn't in any better a state than she was.

Ralph finally got the strap hooked and turned to Vanellope. She looked very surprised and just a little wary. Ralph felt a twinge of guilt. He crawled onto the bed and lay down next to her. He gestured to Vanellope to come closer. Vanellope didn't hesitated to roll over a bit and situate herself into his arms, Ralph was relieved to see.

"You're very annoying sometimes." Ralph said softly, after they were both comfortable. Vanellope gave an exaggerate pout and made a whiny noise. That clearly hadn't been what she wanted to hear. Ralph ignored her and rolled over so that Vanellope was on his chest again.

"What are you doing?" Vanellope asked softly. They were nearly face to face, but she was almost too curious to kiss him. Ralph kissed her lightly before saying anything.

"I want you to behave," Ralph said. "And tell me if I do anything you don't like."

Vanellope blinked in confusion and was about to tell him that that wasn't an answer. The sensation of one of Ralph's hands finding it's way to the sensitive area between her legs stopped her.

"Oh..." Vanellope thought as she gasped. Sometimes Ralph could have some very good ideas.

A/N: You all had a lot of opinions on how to handle this... I was going to cut it off probably somewhere in the middle and actually write something explicit. But as I was writing nothing particularly graphic, in my opinion anyway, ever came up. Soo... This is what you end up with. An extra long chapter. I might've cut some stuff out anyway but I decided a lot of what was in here was relevant to character development.
If you think this chapter requires me to up the rating will you let me know please? And yes, this is part one. That means there will be a part two of this.

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It's a fanart of Ralph and Vanellope that Punk Rock Girl 101 made for me. ^_^