Oh boy, I am so flustered after writing this *fans face* Writing smut of your OTP is great, though. There's a poll on my profile page about Sugar Crush, vote on it if you want. And this chapter takes place after Dance in Sugar Crush. Next chapter will be up tomorrow. Semi-inspired by Imagine Your OTP "imagine your OTP having such hardcore sex that they break the surface they were on".

On the way back to Fix-it Felix Jr, Vanellope steered the cruiser while Ralph kept a gentle arm around her. She knew exactly what they were going to do when they reached the shack but also knew that if she tried riding the cruiser too quickly, she risked throwing them both off or setting off Surge Protector alarms when she passed through the gates. Ralph was surprised at the ease with which she directed the cruiser.

"How'd you learn to ride one of these?" he asked as they passed the castle.

"Calhoun taught me," she replied with a smile. "Isn't it funny that now I've learnt to operate two things and all you've ever done is crash a spaceship?" She chuckled and in response he held her to him a little closer.

"You're a smart girl," he complimented her. "I'm so lucky to have you."

"Who would've thought a wrecker could've fallen in love with a president and then have that love returned?" she agreed with a grin, and leaned forward just a little so the cruiser would pick up some speed as they made their way to the Rainbow Road game entrance.

"And now that same wrecker is about to get a little more intimate with his president," Ralph added, a large hand wrapping around her waist. Vanellope shivered in delight and leaned back into him, partly to slow down and partly to be closer to him. They'd reached Game Central Station, where it was frowned upon to ride cruisers, but as long as it was slow it should be okay. Sure enough, Surge raised his eyebrows at the sight but didn't stop them. With a sigh of relief, Vanellope sped into Ralph's game and finally stopped the cruiser outside his shack.

Once there, Vanellope stepped off the cruiser and picked it up, pressing a button as she did to make it transform back into something resembling a backpack. Ralph watched with awe, finding something more amazing about his girlfriend every day. And Felix thought he was the one with a real dynamite gal for a girlfriend.

"What's that look about?" she asked him, turning and looking at him with a grin as she sat the folded-up cruiser on the ground against the shack.

"You're amazing," Ralph admitted, and she blushed but startled when he swept her off her feet and into his arms bridal-style.

"What are you doing?" she asked, laughing and admiring his strength at the same time.

"Doing this like a proper gentleman," Ralph replied with a grin, and took her into his humble abode. Vanellope giggled again, though more softly this time, and chewed her lip slightly nervously as he set her down on his bed. It was so comfortable compared to the bricks he'd had before. That would make her first time even more wonderful, and she smiled at the thought as she took her high heels off and wiggled her toes.

"So are you gonna undress me or do I have to undress myself?" Vanellope wondered, already not looking forward to having to undo her bodice by herself.

"Well, I might ruin your dress if I do," Ralph worried. Vanellope scoffed.

"Doesn't matter, I can get it repaired," she shrugged. "Y'know what, let's just kiss and see how it goes from there."

"As you wish, Miss President," Ralph replied with a slight chuckle, and bent down to kiss her. Vanellope pulled him down onto the bed by the lapels of his jacket and deepened the kiss, making small noises of pleasure in the back of her throat. When she broke free, it was only to graze her teeth down his neck and plant the odd kiss there.

As she'd expected, her suddenness was at first met with surprise but soon melted into something more passionate than either of them could have imagined it being. Vanellope arched her back and Ralph took the opportunity to glide his hand down her back and break the strings of her bodice. Her sigh was one mixed of pleasure and relief. And then she wriggled out of her dress and Ralph suddenly had a very attractive scantily-clad woman with her arms wrapped around him. Her skin was so creamy and pale against his darker complexion, and her curves looked even more perfect now.

"Now you," she suggested, her voice husky with lust. If the wrecker hadn't been turned on before, he was now that she was looking at him like that with her eyes alive with passion and a blush burning her cheeks. Even the tips of her ears were pink. "C'mon, I wanna see it." He didn't need any more telling.

Before removing his clothing, Ralph turned off the small lamp that had before been bathing the room in light. Now, in the dark, he approached the lustful president and joined her on the bed.

"So how are we gonna do this?" she asked, crawling closer to him on her knees. She kissed him again, her hands running down his muscled arms and exploring the power lying beneath without abandon. He was so strong and she shivered in delight at the thought of what sex with him would be like. It would be amazing, that was for sure, even if he did have to hold back so he wouldn't break her. Her answer was questioned for her when Ralph lifted her closer to him and carefully removed her panties before lowering her onto him.

"Oh," Vanellope said, and it turned into a moan as he got her in the right place. "And now what?" They were both as inexperienced as the other, but crawling up against him to kiss him gave her another idea. And so she bounced.

As with everything they did together, it didn't take long for them to find a rhythm that suited both of them. Vanellope's worries eased when her first orgasm didn't make her glitch back to a child, but it still felt very good and filled the room with electric-blue flickers as well as her loud moan of pleasure. Her fingernails dug first into Ralph's back and then into the sheets when they changed position. Vanellope's seemingly never-ending supply of energy kept them going almost halfway through the night, and when they finally stopped it was only because the bed gave one last shudder and broke.

"So how was that?" Ralph asked, lying down beside her and smiling as she snuggled closer to him. "Was it everything you thought it'd be?"

"Yeah, and more," Vanellope replied, resting her head on his chest. "I don't even mind that we're sleeping on a mattress, or that probably the whole apartment heard us."

"I wanted them to," Ralph admitted, resting a hand on her back. She grinned and kissed him.

"My big guy isn't so shy anymore," she giggled. "I guess love changes a guy."

"I guess it does too," Ralph replied, and pulled the blanket over her as she let out a yawn. "Goodnight, My President." She blinked sleepily as the sugar rush wore off.

"Goodnight, Ralphie. I love you," Vanellope told him, and was soon asleep with her hand curled around one of his large hands.