Chemistry ■ Rick Sanchez X Reader

Prologue

"Hey, Boozy-Bear," You glanced around your shoulder, lifting your goggles up to your forehead, your fiancée, Rick, has his hand extended towards you. The blue-haired man is facing a sparking entity that he has hammered down to a metal table, "Can you pass me the wrench?"

You nodded, leaning over your own thrashing galactic creature, it's slimy tentacle curling around your wrist, "Quit being grabby," you scolded it, it's purple eyes widening slightly before drooping and it's appendage's loosen. You leaned back, wrench in hand, your chair rolling so you're facing Rick. "Here ya go, honey," you hand it to him.

"Thanks," he said, turning while his hands worked on the screeching entity, "I-i would k-kiss you --uurp- but I've got this guy's plasma matter all over my hands," you husband snickered to himself, "And you know how I like --uurp-- to get handsy, baby," he wiggled his eyebrow at you under his goggles.

You giggled, with one hand on your tentacle creature behind you, you roll your seat up till your in front of him, he uses one hand to pull his goggles up. Humming lightly, "Oh yeah, I do," you then reach out taking the collar of his lab coat and pulling him forwards.

He doesn't resist, eagerly leaning down and planting his lips on yours, your hand releasing him to slide up his chest to his shoulder and around his neck. He tilts his head to kiss you deeper, you breathe deeply, tasting the liquor on his breath from the party a few hours ago. He then mutters against your lips, "Eh, I'll cover damages," he then takes both hands off his project, you do the same, wrapping both hands around you.

Pulling your body onto his lap, your legs on either side of his waist, you cup his face as his hands roam up your lab coat, across your hips. "Rick," you groan, playfully, as he drags his fingers down your pants, he pulls away to smirk, before letting his chin settle on your shoulder.

"Stop wiggling, or I'm gonna have to cancel raiding Jupiter's colonization," he mutters, biting down onto your shoulder, having pulled your lab coat to the side.

You laughed, throwing your head back, the man only holds you tighter, leaving little nips and kisses at your collarbone, up your neck as he runs his hand down your sides. Your eye's close, your fingers running through his short hair, the other digging into his shoulder as another sensation crawls through you.

That strikes something through you and you're straightening up, your eye's opening and a smirk spreads across your lips. His eyes widening at the look before he grin's widely, eagerly, "Oh yeah!" He grinned widely, just before pulling your lab coat off, just as your clawing his over his head.

You greedily kissed him, cupping his face as he gropes and squeezes anywhere he can grab along your body.

"Mommy?"

You sit straight up, pulling away to whip around at the closed garage door, "Beth?"

Rick continues his assault on your neck, "You know you love me, baby," he groans against your skin, hardly realizing his daughter had just spoken on the other side of the door. "Oh, yeah. That's daddy's good girl." He pulls your hips down, ready to unbuckle your pants.

"Rick," you snicker, the man seemingly waking up out of the stupor he was on at your voice.

"Huh, what?" He pulls away, a line of drool following.

You shook your head at him before climbing off of him, humming an amused sound. "I'm coming honey!" You called to Beth as you jogged to the door.

"I thought I was honey!" Rick pouted.

"You're daddy, aren't you?" You turned as you leaned against the now open door, smirking teasingly.

He smirks back. "That's why we're getting married."